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Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 01

By: jdnunyer



Homelands: Autumn
Part Two
Chapter One

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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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Silas' costume parties were not your typical costume parties. The men who'd come as centaurs had physically transformed so that they actually had the lower body of a horse. Women who came as angels had feathery white wings and halos, while the devils had leathery black wings, horns, and tails. I saw at least one genie whose body seemed to be made of nothing but smoke from mid-thigh down. To be sure, some of the guests wore more conventional attire, but even they were far from ordinary looking. If you took any single one of the guests and placed them in a mortal party, they'd absolutely steal the show.

I hardly spoke to anyone. But then, there wasn't a lot of conversation taking place. Everywhere I looked, there were threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes.

The air rang with the music of sex. Grunts, moans, sighs, and muttered curses. Skin slapping against skin and telltale slurping sounds. I drew a deep breath and the sweet yet pungent stench of perfume, sweat and various other bodily secretions filled my nostrils.

It wasn't with any of my five natural senses that I realized just how unusual the party was, though. The world around me hummed. Just walking about, taking it all in, I felt my Libido quiver. Once, when I walked too close to a cluster of carnality, a blue bolt of sexual energy would jump off one of them, arcing across the empty air to strike my bare skin. I'd experienced the electric ecstasy before, but only up close, from a partner who I'd assumed had done it on purpose. I'd never seen it randomly strike out at passerby like that. Their frenzied efforts could almost lead one to experience a contact climax the way one could get high simply by being in a room where other people were smoking up.

For a time, I contented myself with that vicarious pleasure, because I couldn't help but feel like that cartoon coyote when he ran off a cliff but didn't fall until he looked down.

I had no business being invited to this party. Silas had yet to grant my request for asylum. And he had plenty of loyal subjects who went their entire lives without ever attending one of these things. Mostly minor nobles, sure, but I was in no better standing than they.

"Hey there," a soft voice called from the shadows under one of the arched doorways that led back into the palace. "Fireman."

I walked across the courtyard towards the voice, adjusting my suspender straps. The entirety of my costume consisted of them, a pair of black silk boxers with flames emblazoned on them, thick boots, and the characteristic helmet.

When I was a half dozen paces from the doorway, one of the women in the nearest mound of flesh peeled herself away, stood up, and reached out to take my hand.

From the shadows, I heard the rumbling growl of what had to be the largest wolf the world had ever seen. It snapped its jaws, and I felt the reverberations in my bones.

The naked woman who'd reached for my hand pulled back, shoulders hunched, and after a few cautious steps, turned about and hurriedly walked away.

Had I thought the air charged with sexual energy a moment ago? For the briefest instant, I felt nothing but a slight autumn chill, smelled nothing but the rank stench of sweat and dead, rotting leaves underfoot. My Libido went cold.

"Sorry," the voice said, sounding soft once more. "I saw you first."

I forced a chuckle.

But the woman who stepped out into the night took my breath away, and I almost forgot about that haunting growl. Just like that, I was under the spell once more.

Her skin was the lightest blue, her hair dark indigo. The difference in shade made for almost as deep a contrast as with women who had very fair skin and black hair, like my mother. That was a look that had always held great appeal for me. This woman's coloration was like an exotic take on a familiar favorite.

Her full lips were purple. Her big, round eyes were the same color, and so bright they almost seemed to give off their own light.

For just a moment, I wondered how I hadn't noticed them when she'd been standing under the arch. Then they dimmed and they were ordinary eyes once more. Well, not ordinary. I didn't know many women with purple irises. But they no longer emitted light. 

She had a delicate bone structure, with a thin nose, high cheekbones, and sharp chin. Her lashes were long and full. Amethysts dangled from her ears, set in intricate silver. They were the same color as her lips and eyes.

My eyes made their way down past her neck. She had an extreme hourglass figure. A waist so small that I was sure that if I wrapped my hands around it, I could touch my thumbs together beneath her navel while pressing the tips of my other fingers together above her tailbone. Despite that tiny waist, she had breasts larger than cantaloupes, broad hips, and full, shapely thighs. My cousin was one of the only women I'd ever met who could claim the honor of a waist that small, and she certainly didn't have curves like that.

The exotic beauty wore a loose-fitting black camisole, black panties, and a string of purple beads tied around her waist. A few additional strings of beads clacked about her thighs. I guess they were meant to be a skirt, but they didn't cover much. Her bare thighs would scarcely have been any more exposed if she hadn't bothered with anything between waist and ankles save her panties. Her pretty little feet were adorned by purple crystal heels.

The heels were easily six inches tall. If I hadn't augmented my height, she'd have stood a good two or three inches taller than me.

The woman held her hand out and said, "I'm Lily."

"Frank," I said. "A pleasure to meet you, Lily." I kissed her hand.

"You're new around here."

"Yeah. Refugee. From the Third Autumnal Court. Hoping to be granted asylum."

She planted one hand on a hip, and raised a cocktail glass that hadn't existed a moment ago to her lips. The liquid inside might have been some kind of wine, but if so, it wasn't one I'd ever seen. Neither white nor red, it was light blue. "So if you haven't even been granted asylum yet, how'd you get invited to one of these little shindigs?"

I offered a faint shrug. "His majesty sent me to live with this family. Suspected the father of plotting against him. Turned out he was, and his wife and daughter either were too or simply weren't going to let him go without a fight. They seduced me, cuffed me, and, well, I don't know what they planned to do from there, but it wasn't fuck me, and it didn't look likely to be pretty." I paused, remembering what it had been like to Devour two women at once. And to smash the father's face into a bloody pulp with one punch when he came home. I'd never considered that our powers could just as well be used for something like that. And would prefer never to have to do so again. "The story doesn't end well for them." Or for me. Nominally, at least, I'd Devoured those two women in self defense. Or at least under circumstances that led me to fear for my life, correctly or not. But since then, I'd thought more than once about doing so just for the rush. I'd nearly retched each time the thought came to me, but the fact that I had at all made me rather uncomfortable. "Our majesty was rather pleased with the outcome though."

"But not pleased enough to grant you asylum?"

"I'm to go live with another family of suspected dissidents," I said.

She studied my face, presumably looking for a reaction. Finding none, she said, "Maybe you've proven yourself too useful?"

"That's a terrible thing to say. I'm sure his majesty intends to grant my request once I've adequately addressed his legitimate concerns."

She laughed, laying a hand gently on my upper arm. "I get it. Don't worry, he's plenty preoccupied just now. Can't imagine he's eavesdropping on any conversations."

I scanned the courtyard as if looking for someone more interesting to talk to. Not that I was. But I thought it might be useful if she thought so.

Her Libido first receded then swelled. She reached out, took my hand, and, without waiting for a reaction, led me inside the palace. "I could feel you from across the garden, you know. You weren't one of the minor nobles in the Third Court. One of the big families. What is it, the Orwins and the Farriers?"

"My mother is an Orwin, my father a Farrier," I said. "Where are we headed?"

"Have you ever been with a moonlit woman?" she asked.

"Not yet, no," I admitted. For that matter, I was only pretty sure that when she referred to herself as moonlit, she meant that she was from the Shadowed Glade of the Moon.

"Well," she said, sipping her drink. "I've never fucked a fireman. So that works out."

I spun her around, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her deeply. As I did, I threw all my energy at her defenses. She was strong. So strong, I thought there was no way this would work. But after a few moments, either I broke through or she stopped resisting on her own. It was small enough, but as intended, she experienced an orgasm.

"Just a little something I picked up from my cousin," I said as I pulled back.

Though Brianna had come close to managing that a few times before, the first time she'd actually brought me to climax with but a kiss had been after I'd arrived here. There was no need to mention that though. After all, I was supposedly trying to escape her, not meeting with her every few days to deliver updates on my progress.

"I wish I could say I'd learned all the lessons my family had to teach before my own exile," she said. "I'm afraid I was something of a disappointment to my father."

"Ah, but how much less interesting would the world be for our kind if not for girls with daddy issues?" I asked.

A look of shocked indignation briefly passed over her face. But her Libido told a different story. "And do I take it, then, that you've no hangups about your mother?" she asked.

I offered her a brief grin. "Touche."

"So, don't you want to know why my father was disappointed with me?"

"Not really," I lied.

Lily huffed in exasperation. "You really know how to charm a girl, huh?"

I took her hand in mine, ran my fingers lightly over her palm. She fought to hide a shudder, and failed. "Honey, if I was trying to charm you, you'd know it. Besides, I think it's you who's doing the pursuing here."

If she noticed the complete disconnect between my words and my actions, she didn't say so. "You've no idea who you're talking to, do you?" she asked, with a wry smile.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Maybe I don't much care."

She stepped closer to me, laid a hand on my bare chest. "Well, all right then. It'll be a nice change for me. To be able to be just some girl."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure it's a huge challenge for you. Cause, what, you were on the fast track to becoming queen, when you gave it all-"

Whoops. Too far.

For a moment, I thought sure I'd get to see just how big that wolf had been.

Lily sighed. "Can we just skip the rest of this ritual and get to the part where you're inside me?" Blushing, she added, "You'll have to forgive me. I tend to be a bit blunt."

"No apologies necessary," I said.

I led Lily back to my room.

How she walked in those heels, I have no idea.

She tasted the way I imagined potpourri might taste. Not as sweet as most of the women of my family, but still unlike any mortal woman. And well worth savoring.

Though she was certainly strong, she was weaker than Brianna. Maybe on par with my mother or Iva. More aggressive than either though. At first, I wasn't sure if I liked that or not, but as the hours wore on, I found myself leaning more and more towards yes.

Eventually, we collapsed alongside each other, panting. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies a while longer before clasping together and falling between us.

"You were amazing," I said.

"Me? You're a fucking god. Silas better watch out for you."

I laughed. "Not hardly, I'm sure."

She rolled her head to the side, smiled at me. Her eyes were otherworldly. But then, everything about her was. "Okay, so I was obviously being nice. Of course, you can't compare to him. But you were good."

I cleared my throat. "Weren't kidding about the blunt part, huh?"

A faint smile formed on her purple lips.

I raised her pale blue hand to my mouth and kissed it. "So, where do you stand in Silas' court? Don't tell me you're a distant relative?"

She laughed. "No. I'd be long gone if I were."

"None of his family is left?"

She hesitated. "Well, there's his sister. Not that you heard that from me. Most people don't know about her. He doesn't let her out much. Too afraid someone will Devour her. But every so often, he invites one of us to have a threesome with him and her. Usually just his Shadow, Alice, but I've had the pleasure once myself."

Jack-fucking-pot. "But he's Devoured the rest?"

She nodded. "Mostly, yeah. Some died before the purges began a few months ago. I hear one of yours did for his daughter. They say he was never the same after that."

"I see."

Lily's voice went grave. "I'm not going to regret telling you that, am I?"

"No, no no. I swear. I've crossed one too many monarchs."

"Good," she said. "I'd hate to have to Devour you."

"Curiously enough, I'd hate that too," I said.

"Well, then I'm sure we'll keep that little tidbit between us."

"Naturally," I said.

"You think I won't know if you tell anyone. But I will."

I laughed. "I won't. I promise."

The lie came so easy, it surprised me. But it seemed to convince her.

Or so I assumed, since, a few moments later, I was in her mouth.

The sun was not just up, but fairly high in the sky before we finally decided to sleep.

#

After Lily left, I showered. But I did not linger, as good as the warm water felt on my aching body. Brianna would want to hear the news about Silas' sister straight away. And after all of my cousin's promises about how richly she'd reward me if I brought her something useful, I was looking forward to seeing how she'd react to this.

As if pushing through a heavy curtain, I moved through worlds. There had been a time not long ago that such an act would have left me doubled over, panting for air.

Back before I'd Devoured two women. 

Women who'd merely sought to protect their family. Yes, there was a plot against the king. And there was a case for self-defense, what with the way they'd restrained me. But even so, it wouldn't do to lose sight of just how I'd come to be so powerful. If I wasn't careful, I might find myself looking for a situation that would "force" me to Devour again.

I wouldn't let myself become that.

With a shudder, I straightened my back and made for the court room. I found Brianna there, sitting atop a new throne. It was carved from marble, with graphic images of men and women coupling. Few enough of whom appeared to enjoying themselves.

Last I'd seen the court room, she'd still sat atop the gilded oak chair that had served for generations. It had been beautiful and majestic, and surely more comfortable than this cold hard thing. But there was no question that her new throne sent a powerful message.

A minor nobleman whose name escaped me was prostrated before her, his hands in shackles behind his back. Dom stood behind the man, face impassive. He clenched and unclenched a fist that I'd almost failed to notice was not flesh, but stone.

Good to know I wasn't the only one who was getting more comfortable with his powers.

Brianna looked up at me. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise." She flashed a brief, thin smile. "Hello, Frank. Have you got something to report then?"

I nodded.

"Dom, finish up here, will you?"

"As you wish, my liege," he said.

Brianna climbed down from the throne. She wore a loose-fitting brown dress with a heavily embroidered red vest sewn into it. It was pleasant enough, but probably the least revealing thing I'd ever seen her wear. On the on hand, her best asset had always been her face anyway. At least in my mind. But all the same, there seemed to be a message in that too. Like she was making a point of the fact that she didn't need to reveal her body to make men's mouths water and knees wobble.

And she didn't, truth be told.

Her skin was like porcelain. Despite its fair hue and her red hair, she had not a single freckle on that gorgeous face of hers. The diamond-stud protruding from one nostril seemed almost dull in comparison to her large, green eyes or her impossibly white teeth. Her cheekbones were prominent, her jaw delicate, her ears slender and elfin. Her hair, currently tied up and just a bit off to the side, was thick and vibrant.

She padded over to me on her bare feet, took my hand, and led me to a small sitting room separated from the main chamber by a velvet curtain. Inside, there were stand-up mirrors in either of the two corners nearest the main chamber, and a heart-shaped bed, piled high with red and pink pillows and covers, against the far wall.

Brianna took a seat on the bed, and patted the thick quilt beside her in silent command. I sat down. She took my hands in hers. "Let's hear it."

At first, I was nervous about how I'd manage to avoid telling her too much about Lily. Or whether I'd be able to. Which I probably wouldn't have been, had she been interested.

But thankfully, she wasn't.

I wasn't sure why I felt guilty about breaking my promise to Lily. I hardly knew her. But, nonetheless, I did. And being able to leave her name and most details about her out of my report somehow assuaged my guilty conscience a little.

Unfortunately, I didn't have much more detail to offer about the woman my cousin was interested in. I knew of her existence and that was it. Lily hadn't even been able to give me a name. Or had chosen not to, more likely.

Still, as disappointed as she'd seemed for a moment, when it became clear that I'd told her all I could, Brianna kissed me. Almost affectionately.

If the intent had been to disarm me, it had succeeded. If not, then it would appear I understood my cousin even less than I thought I did.

"I can't tell you how pleased I am, Frank," she said, sounding very much as though she meant it. "And I have just the reward for you."

"Oh, and what's that?" I asked.

She smiled, leaned in close, and dropped her voice to a whisper. Breath warm against my neck, she said, "Something you'll never forget again."

"Again?"

"Mm-hmm," Brianna said. She gave my earlobe a light nibble before leaning back.

With a great effort of will, I managed to get a few cylinders of my brain firing again. "We're talking about restoring memories?"

"That's right, cutie," my cousin said. "One in particular. A memory that was not just placed under a veil, but sealed away in a vault."

My head spun. I had no idea that was even possible.

Suddenly, I wondered how many other parts of my life were not just hidden from me, but going to stay that way no matter how much energy I harvested.

"You're going to like this one," Brianna said with a giggle. Then, raising her voice, she asked, "Isn't that right, Aunt Ellen?"

The curtain eased back and my mother walked in.

It had only been two weeks since I'd last seen her, but I felt like I was seeing her for the first time in years. Her raven tresses, snow-white skin, full red lips, and big brown eyes were captivating. She certainly wasn't as pretty as Brianna, with her soft cheeks, broad nose, and obvious signs of maturity. But this, her true face, was so much more beautiful than the one she'd worn in the mortal world, it was almost hard to remember that this woman and the one who had raised me were one and the same.


Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 01



At any rate, if Brianna looked best from the neck up, it was the exact opposite for my mother. Her waist was a few inches wider than my cousin's, yet her figure put the queen's to shame. Curves like that just weren't found on women that were otherwise so thin.

And, unlike the queen, she wore an outfit that made sure that you'd notice precisely that.

Her full thighs were mostly left exposed by her white opaque knee-high stockings. The stockings were attached to a red silk garter that perfectly matched both her lips and her panties. Her enormous breasts were brought to full prominence by her tight white bustier, a garment that had been patterned with red hearts to match the rest of her ensemble. Tying it all together, she wore a red choker and red patent leather heels.

"Hi, honey," my mother said as she draped herself in my lap, sitting sideways across my thighs. "I've missed you." She planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "I hope you're being careful over there."

"I missed you too, Mom," I said. Then added, "I am. As much as I can be. I promise."

"You better be," she said. "I won't forgive you if something happens to you."

Won't forgive me?

Of course, it wasn't like she could say that she'd blame Brianna. Not with the queen sitting right beside us. But her words had sounded more sincere than not.

Nonetheless, by way of response, I kissed her. Not the lustful kiss of foreplay, but the tender kiss of lovers reunited. It was intoxicating.

On the one hand, I very much wanted to fuck her brains out right then and there, without wasting any time on pleasantries.

But on the other hand, the simple little kiss felt perfectly appropriate, and I didn't want to do anything to cheapen the moment.

I heard the bed creak and felt it rise as Brianna's weight, such as it was, departed. I opened my eyes briefly and saw her come around to stand in front of me, looking down at the heartfelt reunion with a bemused grin. After a few moments, she gathered my mother's inky black hair up in her delicate fingers.

I took that for the signal it undoubtedly was and broke the kiss off.

"Now, you mustn't blame your mother for holding out on you so long," my cousin said. "It's going to take a lot of effort to open the vault back up. More than she could manage on her own. More than even I could, probably."

"I'm sorry, baby. I've wanted to give this back to you for so long. But without her majesty's gracious assistance, I simply couldn't." Mom's eyes were wide and vulnerable.

"It's okay," I said. In truth, I didn't really know how to respond, since I had no idea what memory they were going to return to me. But I couldn't bear that look in her eyes, her palpable fear at the thought that I might be mad at her. "I understand." 

"Please don't hate me," she said, running her hands through the short tufts of my hair. "It was your father's idea to do this to you in the first place. As I guess you're about to see. If I could have convinced him to help me undo it, I would have. You have to know that. But you know how stubborn your father can be once he puts his foot down. Like he thinks it's an affront on his manhood to back down, even if he comes to accept that he was wrong."

I kissed her nose. "It's really okay."

She hesitated a moment, staring at me. At last, she said, "I hope you still think that after we're done."

"Oh, he can't possibly stay mad at you, Aunt Ellen. You know that," Brianna said.

I was pretty sure she was right.

I hoped so, at any rate.

"Shall we begin?" my cousin asked.

My mother sighed and bobbed her head in assent.

Four hands pressed their fingers against my scalp. I gasped as I felt them sink past the skin. It was like my skull offered no more resistance than the surface of a pool of water. Yet, though there were now twenty holes in my head, I felt no pain.

When the memory returned, vivid didn't begin to describe the experience. I relived it.

#

I sat in the living room with my computer in my lap and my headphones on. But no sound was coming through them. I'd had the movie I was watching on pause for a few minutes now, while I tried to overhear the conversation my parents were having in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Dad stood with his back against the kitchen counter, and Mom was pressed against him. His hands were wrapped around her tiny waist.

But that made no sense. My mother's waist was anything but tiny.

Two very different images of both my father and my mother seemed to be flickering in and out of view. Or, rather, the realistic images, the ones that were so familiar, were flickering in and out of view. The other images, the ones that looked like they had obviously been based on my parents but were still quite alien to me, seemed much more stable.

Both versions of my mother were short and had exceptionally fair skin and dark hair. But for one, that fair skin was completely unblemished and entirely too firm and youthful. Her lush, vibrant hair had only the faintest hints of gray, when it should have been limp, dull, and generously shot through with silver. Most strikingly, the fantasy version of my mother had to weigh half as much as the other one.

The two versions of my father were not quite as different. For one thing, even the idealized version of him still looked to be a good deal older than me, whereas the alternate version of my mother could have been in her twenties. For another, even the ordinary version of my father was in decent shape. Not nearly as fit as the other one, but the difference was still much smaller than between the two versions of my mother.

My mother had taken on a figure that no woman could ever have come by naturally. For starters, the aforementioned waist. Admittedly, even the sexy version's waist wasn't actually tiny. There were women with smaller waists, if not a great many of them. It just looked comically small because of her figure. Her breasts were the size of watermelons and her hips were probably twice as wide as her waist. Then there was her ass. Good lord, her ass. It was huge, smooth, and too well shaped not to have a good layer of serious muscle beneath, but looked like it still had to be nice and soft.

I was basing that on the fact that Dad had the hem of her negligee hiked up, and since she wasn't wearing anything but a thong beneath it, when he gave her glorious white orbs playful little slaps, the resulting jiggle was visible even from the living room.

Mom whimpered softly. "Honey, stop. Frank's just in the other room. What if he sees?"

"He's on his computer, and he's got his headphones on. The house could be burning down around him, and he might not even notice."

"Well, that's kinda true," she agreed. "But still. I'm sure he glances up every once in a while. And when he does, he doesn't need to see my fat ass hanging out in the open!"

I wasn't so sure about that last part, though they were more than a little right about the first bit. Ordinarily, anyway.

"Wait, you don't want him to see that?" Dad asked.

"Of course not! What are you talking about?"

He let the hem of her negligee fall back down, covering her gorgeous humps.

My breath caught. I knew I should feel terrible about thinking such thoughts. But that body was unreal. It was like I wasn't even lusting after her at all, in a way. A little pathetic, sure, in the same way beating off to erotic cartoons was pathetic. But the woman in the kitchen was so far removed from reality that it hardly felt like there was anything particularly immoral or incestuous about the thoughts I was having.

Except, of course, I knew better. That was just what I wanted to believe. Whatever she looked like, this was indeed my mother that I was drooling over.

"So you don't like the idea of your sons lusting after you?"

"We've talked about this," she said.

They had?

I almost dropped my laptop.

"Well, see, that's the funny thing," Dad said. "We did. And I thought we agreed that we were waiting until Nat comes of age."

Waiting...for what? What would change in three years, when Nat turned eighteen?

Mom spoke slowly, drawing each syllable out. "And. That's. Changed. How?"

"You tell me," Dad replied.

Mom pulled away from him, crossed her arms under her heavy breasts. One leg slipped back behind her, and she rested all her weight on it as she arched her back to glower up at my father. That did wonderful things to her taut ass cheek.

"Honey, if you're trying to say something, just go ahead and say it," she said.

Dad laughed. "Okay." He paused, gathering his breath. "I know that you've been fucking Dom for the past two weeks."

If this were the cartoon Mom's otherworldly figure almost made it seem to be, my jaw would have hit the floor and my eyes popped out like telescopes.

For a split second, I thought maybe I hadn't heard him right. But I was sure that I had. It wasn't impossible that I could have misheard the name. Don could easily be mistaken for Dom. But I didn't know anyone by that name, and even if Mom and Dad did, given the context, there was really only one thing that made sense.

My father had just accused my mother of having an affair with her oldest son.

After a minute or so, Mom sighed and said, "Actually, it's been more like five months, not two weeks. But then, we were being a lot more careful at first than we have been lately. I told him he was going to get us caught, but you know how well he listens."

Dad laughed. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"Um," Mom said, looking down at her bare feet, "no, I guess not. I have to admit, it was a lot more fun doing in secret than it would have been if I'd asked your permission first."

My father just shook his head, a bemused smirk on his face.

What. The. Fuck.

When Dad had said they were going to wait until Nat came of age, he must have meant precisely what I thought he meant. Nothing else made sense, given the rest of their comments.

Nothing else explained why his reaction was the same it would have been if Mom had decided to buy a bigger television than they'd agreed to get.

"I tried to stick to our agreement. I really did. You don't know how many times I've been tempted to seduce him over the past couple years. How badly I wanted to make his eighteenth birthday special. Or his twenty-first. I didn't do any of those things. But then, when he was home for Christmas this past year, he started pursuing me," she said.

Because, of course, that made it okay.

And wasn't that just like Dom. It wasn't enough that he got everything he wanted from Mom, and got every girl he wanted besides. No, he had to have that from Mom too.

Realizing what I'd just thought to myself, I winced. What was wrong with me? I should be on the brink of vomiting, not adding "Fucked Mom before me" to the list of reasons why I resented Dom. How did that compare to the fact that he hadn't had to pay for his first car but I did, or how Mom hadn't seemed to notice that if things kept going as they were, I just might graduate from college before him, even though he was two years older than me?

"Now, admittedly," Mom said, "I might have encouraged him more than I should have. But, really, dear, you had to know when you asked me to wait until Nat turned eighteen before taking any of our sons into my bed that I'd never make it, right?"

The fact that she'd said "any" of her sons did not escape my notice.

Dad leaned down, ran his hands through Mom's gorgeous hair, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I suppose so. I wanted to believe that you'd wait, but yeah, I guess I knew you'd slip up sooner or later." He chuckled to himself. "The real question is what to do now."

Mom looked down at her feet, one of which was nervously trying to bore a hole into the tiles beneath her. Her teeth dug into her full lower lip. Slowly, she looked up at Dad through her lashes, head still bowed. "Well, now that the cat's out of the bag-"

Dad frowned.

The words all but tumbled out of her mouth, she spoke so quickly. "I mean, can you imagine how he'll react when I tell him that we have to stop now, that we have to wait three more years before we can do it again? He'll have none of it. And when you tell Dom, 'Not now,' he doesn't hear, 'No.' He hears, 'Keep pushing. I'll give in soon.'"

Ain't that the truth.

"So we'll just have to seal his memories in a vault," Dad said. "Unless of course you've changed your mind about letting my mother come live with us? Maybe I wouldn't mind if I didn't have to make do with only seeing her and my sister a few times a year."

Mom's lips tightened. "It's not that I'm trying to keep you from-"

Dad sighed, cutting her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "No, I know, I know. Of course you don't want her living with us. For lots of reasons, none of which have anything to do with what we're talking about now. I get it. Probably even agree. Would be nice if she lived closer to us instead of down in Jersey, but I'm not sure even I want her under the same roof as us. But in less than a year, we'll have three sons who are of age, and I'm supposed to just sit back and watch you have all the fun you want, while all I get is a few quick tumbles at the holidays?"

"Well," Mom said, rubbing Dad's upper arm, "maybe just Dom. I mean, I haven't even touched Frank yet. And you know he won't make himself impossible to resist."

"Does that just mean that you've already fucked him, but you haven't let him talk you into being careless enough to get caught?" Dad asked with a hint of amusement.

"No, I really haven't. I mean, you're right, if I had, you probably wouldn't know. Frank's...different."

I really wish she hadn't said that in the same tone of voice as she'd use to describe someone with a learning disability. Which, come to think of it, she'd once thought I had.

It seemed to me that if your first son was so possessed by the devil that it never occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, it was possible for a child to sit still for a few hours without crying or throwing a tantrum or setting anything on fire without said child being autistic or something, perhaps it wasn't strictly necessary to later tell him that you'd had him tested. Not that I was bitter or anything.

Mom covered her face with her hands. "I don't know. God, this is sick. I can't believe I'm trying to explain why I haven't had sex with my son."

"We're not back to playing that game then, are we?" Dad asked.

Mom lowered her hands slowly. They came to rest on Dad's chest. "It's just that Dom is so relentless. And I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. I can see that Frank wants to. But I really did want to behave myself, and as long as I don't let myself have too many drinks when Frank's around, that's possible. It's not easy. At all. But it's possible."

My heart accelerated at that.

But at the same time, it was almost more depressing to know that she was attracted to me. If I'd just been a bit more proactive. Story of my fucking life. I wasn't entirely passive when it came to women, but I was far more so than I'd have liked to be. 

Dom, on the other hand, not only struck up a conversation with every halfway attractive woman he met, he did so whether or not she was, at that very moment, with a guy who was very obviously her boyfriend. It had gotten him into more than a few fights, sure. But he'd come out of most of those in better shape than the poor would-be knight in shining armor. And, more importantly, though his obnoxious ways had earned him a few bruises, they'd also gone the other way more often than I wanted to believe was possible.

On top of that, he'd even slept with one of my girlfriends.

Not to mention a few of Todd's. Who were entirely too young for him.

When I took intro psych last semester, I'd thought to myself more than once that Dom was a man with an id but no ego or supergo. He wanted, he took. Consequences be damned.

Even though he was exceptionally smart, it was still very much an open question whether he'd ever graduate college, because it was completely beyond his ability to choose studying or writing a paper over going out and getting drunk and laid. He couldn't live within a certain distance of high schools anymore, because one of Todd's girlfriends decided that the only way to convince Todd not to dump her was to bring charges against his older brother. Sure, what they'd done wouldn't have been a crime if she'd been born a mere month later than she had been, but still. Call the law arbitrary if you want, it wasn't like he didn't know she was underage, and what that could mean.

Yet none of that seemed to prevent him from impressing most women. Sure, there were some who saw the same jackass I did when they looked him. But far fewer than made any sense to me. I just couldn't understand what was so sexy about my brother, the convicted sex offender and small time drug dealer, a guy who seemed to be well on his way to racking up an impressive amount of debt from student loans without a degree to show for it. He wasn't ugly, sure, but he wasn't the best looking guy alive either, so that couldn't be it.

Nevermind the stupid sorority girls at his stupid party school though. How could our mother look at him and see the same charming ne'er-do-well?

Granted, Mom only knew half the trouble Dom had gotten himself into since he'd gone away to school, because half the time, he'd call me to come bail him out just to avoid her disappointment. But that didn't really matter. Even if Mom knew every single thing I'd helped him cover up, it wouldn't matter. She knew enough of the worst of what he'd done.

Thinking back to intro psych, I guess it was no wonder I'd been attracted to my mother even before I'd seen this fantasy version of her. Which I realized now that I had been. It wasn't exactly Oedipal, since I wasn't jealous of my father. But Mom had always treated Dom differently, and even before I'd known they were having an incestuous affair, there was still a sense in which she'd acknowledged him as a sexual being in a way that she didn't seem capable of doing with me. We never had a conversation about being safe or anything. Which maybe was because she knew I was responsible, or because there was less reason to worry about the son that was always in a committed relationship rather than bringing a different girl home every night. But I couldn't help feeling, on some level, like it was because my mother just wasn't capable of putting the words "sex" and "Frank" in the same sentence.

After all, if the reason Mom never talked to me about practicing safe sex was because she trusted that I was responsible, why was it that when I first went away to school, she'd told Dom that she expected him to call me at least once a week to check in on me? As if Dom was some kind of role model. If she knew that I now called him every week to make sure he wasn't in financial or legal trouble, how would she react to that?

I pushed those thoughts away.

Mom had said all I needed to hear. So what if she didn't realize what a fuck-up Dom was. So what if I felt compelled to help him out whenever he needed it, because I knew that whatever else I could say about him, if I ever had needed him the way Mom seemed to expect me to, he'd do the same. Or do his best to, until some girl came along and distracted him. I couldn't really blame him for that, and I couldn't hold it against Mom that she was attracted to him instead of me, because it wasn't instead of me. It was in addition to. All I had to do was stop being so timid.

I forced myself to tune back in to the conversation taking place in the other room.

"--then we're going to lock both their memories away in vaults and we're really going to try to behave ourselves until Nat comes of age, okay?" Dad was saying.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 01



"We?" Mom asked.

Stroking Mom's hair, Dad said, "As a gesture of solidarity, I won't lay a hand on my mother or sister until that time either."

Geez. With all my obsessing over my mother and my brother, I'd almost let that go by unnoticed. What was wrong with our family? And was it really the whole damn family?

Aunt Cindy was not an unattractive woman, for her age. But Grandma Kaitlin? Unless, of course, she was hiding a fantasy version of her somewhere, as my mother apparently was. Which I guess would have been no less absurd.

Mom nodded. "Okay. I guess, in that case, I really can't complain. I know that won't be any easier for you than it will be for me to resist Dom."

"So, we're agreed? Once more with Dom, and one time with Frank, and then that's it, right?" Dad asked.

"Yes, honey," Mom said, before going up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

After hearing that, I felt an urgent need to run up to my room and jerk off. Several times in a row. But I waited a few minutes to avoid being conspicuous.

#

The next few days were torture. I knew what was coming, but I had no idea when. And because I wasn't supposed to know, I couldn't ask.

Dom probably would, were he in my shoes. He'd be confident that Mom would forgive him for eavesdropping on her and Dad, and he'd almost certainly be right to do so.

But then, I wasn't Dom.

Part of me wanted to talk to him about it. Ask what Mom was like. But he might have denied it. It would be just like him. You could catch him doing something on tape, and he'd still deny it, challenging you with unwavering eyes and balled fists to call bullshit. Even when he had no reason to care if you knew. Just because he could.

I'd thought Mom had been teasing me before. 

But that had been nothing. 

Now, I wondered if maybe she actually hadn't been trying to get my attention before after all, despite what Dad had thought. If she had been, she hadn't been trying very hard. Because the lengths she went to after that conversation were unbelievable.

For starters, though I wasn't entirely sure she was in control of this, it didn't seem like a coincidence that I no longer even seemed to catch a fleeting glimpse of the ordinary housewife I'd grown up with. The sex goddess seemed to be here to stay. And fuck did she look good. I couldn't get over her insane curves, the way her waist and hips seemed to belong to two very different women. She'd also taken to wearing absurdly revealing outfits, perfume and a good deal of makeup around the house.

But the way she looked and smelled was the least of it.

As it was, being a horny nineteen year old guy, I found a way to interpret almost every sentence anyone spoke as being steeped in sexual innuendo. But over the next few days, almost every other sentence out of Mom's mouth was fraught with double entendres, and it wasn't just me trying to find them. It also seemed to take her a lot longer to eat a banana for breakfast or an icicle for dessert than it used to. Not that she went completely overboard. If called on it, she could have plausibly denied it.

But having heard her conversation with Dad, and having noticed the way she snuck furtive glances at me when doing so, it wasn't hard to guess that she fully intended for me to see these acts as metaphors for fellatio.

The next three mornings, while I worked out in the basement, Mom came down to do laundry. Because, you know, it would have been so hard to do all of it the first time rather than one load a day. Each time, she'd slipped her panties off and tossed them in with the wash. Whether it was a babydoll or a silk robe or one of Dad's dress shirts, she'd worn something up top that was just long enough to cover her up afterwards. So it wasn't so much that this let me see any more of her when she left than on her way in to the laundry room. But she took her time about it, and I was sure that she knew I saw her take them off.

She must not have been getting much sleep lately either, because she seemed to need to yawn a helluva lot. The kind of yawn that made her arch her back and stretch her arms, pulling her top up high enough to give me a nice view of whatever skimpy little underwear had been given the unfortunate task of trying to contain her fat ass, while lifting and separating her huge breasts at the same time. Every single one of those yawns gave me an erection. After the first few, you'd think the novelty would be gone. And, in a sense, you'd be right. They still had the same effect on me though, even as it became more and more transparent that they were entirely for my benefit.

Pretty much every little excuse she could think up to put her body on display, no matter how flimsy, she took full advantage of. I saw her walking around with nothing but a towel on. Caught her doing yoga in the afternoon, which she'd never been known to do before. I'd even once noticed her wearing see-through panties under an outfit too skimpy to hide them.

When I had, I'd noted that she trimmed her pubic hair, but there was a good sized triangle sitting above her little lady. One of my exes was always shaved bald. And there was something to be said for that. But it did sort of make her look like a little girl. The way Mom had it, I could only imagine that it would be easy to go down on her without getting hair in my mouth, but she'd still look like a woman.

Though I saw more than a few hot chicks at the pool on the days I had to lifeguard, all I could think about was my mother. No matter how many teens in tiny bikinis or MILFs in more modest one pieces I saw, the woman I pictured while jerking off each morning and night was the one who slept down the hall.

Finally, I'd had more than I could take. Thinking about the way Mom had explained to Dad why she was fucking Dom but not me, I cornered her in the kitchen one morning. Dad and Dom had already gone to work, and Todd and Nat were at school. My shift at the pool didn't start for more than an hour. We had the house to ourselves, and there'd be no one to know how we passed the time.

Mom was standing at the sink, washing out the coffee pot. I came up behind her, put my hands on the counter, one on either side of her narrow waist, and stood so close that my cock would be stabbing her in the back if I hadn't tucked it up under the waistband of my swimsuit. With my mouth a bare inch from her ear, I whispered, "When are you going to stop teasing me and let me fuck the hell out of you?"

"Frank!" she said. But it was the voice my mother used whenever I swore, whether it was at the TV or telling a joke or what. You'd think that this particular bit of profanity might have warranted a slightly stronger reaction.

"Don't pretend you haven't been trying to get my attention," I said. "Well, you have it. I can't stop thinking about you. Morning, noon, and night, I picture your full lips wrapped around my hard cock, imagine the way it must feel to slide back inside. To see the look on your face as I return to where I belong."

Mom purred as she pushed her hips back, driving her big ass against me. Once those nice pillows were in place, she wiggled her hips, making her ass dance against me. "Soon, baby. Soon. Your father is going to call in sick tomorrow. And you have off from work, right? So the three of us can enjoy ourselves all day while everyone else is gone."

"Dad is going to join us?" I asked.

She laughed. "You mean, your mother and father are going to let you join them?"

I blushed. For all she knew, I had no idea that she'd been fucking Dom behind Dad's back for some time now. Why ever would I think that she'd let me have her all to myself? I shouldn't even have known that she was doing anything other than having herself a little fun by teasing me.

"Was hoping for a different answer," I said, nibbling her ear.

Mom cooed softly. But then she said, "Patience is a virtue."

"Are we talking about being virtuous then?" I asked.

"Suppose not," she said.

I took a hand off the counter, sliding it up and down her fat ass. "Maybe just a little appetizer now, before I go to work?"

She hesitated. "I can't. Sorry, baby. Mommy would love nothing more than to feel her son's hard cock sliding in and out of her. But I promised your father." She turned around and cupped my face in her hands. "It'll be worth the wait though. Count on it." With that, she went up on tiptoes, while pulling me down to meet her halfway, and kissed me.

It was unlike any kiss I'd ever experienced. I'm not sure how. On one level, it was just like most first kisses. We both held back a bit, uncertain about how emphatic we could be without looking overeager. Yet as the kiss went on, we both grew more adventurous, introducing more and more tongue play, and our hands roamed a bit more freely. At the same time, I felt something more, something I hadn't felt when kissing the girls I usually dated, not on the first kiss or any of the ones that followed.

I'd almost have said it was metaphysical.

Whatever it was, that simple kiss very nearly brought me to climax.

I sighed contentedly when Mom finally let me go and settled back to her feet. "Well, that was something," I said.

She smiled. "There's plenty more where that came from." Her fingers trailed down my chest and abs then gave the lump in my swimsuit a quick tap. "But not until tomorrow."

#

I felt like it was my birthday as I bounded down the stairs.

From the kitchen, I saw Mom and Dad sitting out on the back porch, drinking coffee. I poured myself a mug and went out to join them, trying to act casual. Just another lazy summer morning. Wasn't like my father and I were about to take turns fucking my mother silly or anything. That would be absurd.

"There he is," Mom said with a mischievous grin.

"Morning, stud," Dad said, raising his coffee mug to me in mock salute. "I hear you're going to teach your old man how it's done today."

I ignored his comment as I leaned down and kissed my mother on the cheek. Then I took a seat across from Dad, next to Mom. As usual, at least of late, she looked amazing. Her silk robe left most of her huge breasts exposed. She might have had something else on underneath. Or, then again, she might not have. I wasn't sure. Didn't care either.

The morning sun brought out her natural red highlights. I marveled at the fact that simply looking at her hair could make me forget to breathe for a moment or two. To say nothing of the killer body she was flaunting as best she could lately.

"So, you nervous?" Dad asked, trying to hide a bemused grin behind his coffee mug.

"Nah," I said. Mom and Dad both raised their eyebrows at me. I sighed. "Okay, yeah, of course I am. It's my first time, after all."

Dad choked on his coffee, spit it up onto his lap and the table in front of him. Mom's eyes went wide, but she contained her surprise far better than her husband.

I held my hands up in protest. "Whoa, who, I didn't mean like that!"

Dad laughed as he wiped up the coffee with one of the many bandanas he always carried. His shirt and pants were hopelessly stained though. "I was about to say."

"No, no son of yours," Mom said, patting him on the forearm.

"I meant it's my first time with Mom. First time with incest. First time with an older woman. First time sharing a woman with another man. I'm used to girls my own age, girls I've been dating for a while. Not...it's just different."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Mom said. Sounding less like the naughty little seductress that had been trying her best to make me give myself friction burns over the past few days than like, well, my mother. The same woman who, without me so much as giving voice to the slight bit of anxiety I'd been feeling, had told me it wasn't too late to wait another year before starting college. Even though we were already three hours into the long drive upstate at the time.

I chuckled. "Oh, I'm definitely not saying that." I paused, took a sip of coffee. "I've never wanted anything so badly. Just nervous is all. Don't want to make a bad impression."

Dad puffed out his chest. "Well, she's obviously going to be comparing you to me, so you're going to be something of a disappointment one way or another."

Mom snorted and slapped Dad's upper arm. "Honey! Don't say that."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm just kidding. He knows that." But he stared directly into my eyes, unblinking, for a few moments, letting me know he wasn't. Not entirely, anyway. "Right, Frank?" he asked, tone lighthearted despite his gaze.

"I guess I'm just a little worried that I'm going to have flashbacks to when I was learning to drive. You guys aren't going to be telling me what I'm doing wrong the whole time, are you?" I asked, looking from one to the other.

"I certainly won't," Dad said. "But I can't make any promises about your mother."

She slapped him again, a bit harder this time. Then she turned to look me in the eyes. God, her eyes were so big, her irises such a beautiful deep brown. "Of course not, sweetie. But you know how I am. Sometimes I can't help myself. If I offer a few little pointers here and there, try not to take it as an attack on everything you stand for the way you sometimes do, okay? Please?"

I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw probably should have cracked. After a few moments to compose myself, I said, "I won't."

But I realized, if Mom's response was a bit defensive, I'd sort of asked for it. I'd all but accused them of being overbearing and excessively critical, and we hadn't even begun. Talk about a mood killer.

Well, it wasn't like I knew the etiquette for this sort of thing. Was I supposed to just know that of course she wouldn't be correcting me the whole time, the way she did with just about everything else, ever?

Mom's voice softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. And I'm sure you...just, if I ask you to change things up a bit, it doesn't mean I'm trying to say you don't know what you're doing. And if it seems like I'm responding to your father's efforts more than yours, well, he's not only had many more years of practice in general, but also in terms of getting to know me and my unique preferences."

She looked like she was waiting for a sign of assent, but something apparently came to her all of a sudden, because before I could say that I understood, she rushed to add, "And that doesn't mean I want you to try to imitate him either. Sometimes, what a woman wants from one man isn't the same as what she wants from another. So just keep an open mind and realize that any feedback I provide simply as my way of trying to help us figure out what works best for the two of us, so we can share something special. Something different from what your father and I have."

"Got it," I said.

Mom nodded. "And I'd encourage you to do the same for me. Maybe you don't want the same things from me that you do from your girlfriends. Or maybe you do. But I'll only know what you want if you tell me. So don't be afraid to speak up."

I sipped my coffee while I let that sink in. Knowing Mom, she might well be saying all this so that when she did try to tell me that I had no idea what I was doing later, it wouldn't sound like it. But I thought maybe she really meant what she was saying. "That makes perfect sense." With an awkward laugh, I added, "I should have known you'd find a way to be all motherly about this, without actually taking anything away from it either."

Mom looked like she might ask what I meant by "motherly", and whether that was a good thing, but she bit her lip, smiled, and kept the thought to herself.

Dad pushed his chair back. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to get some more coffee. Maybe I can manage to get more of it in my mouth than on my clothes this time. Assuming Frank doesn't drop any more bombs on us. You do have all the parts, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Dad, I have the parts."

"Good. Because your mother enjoys oral well enough, but she's definitely expecting to get a good dicking from you."

"Charming, dear," Mom said to him. As he passed by her, she batted at him, but he dodged her careless swat with ease.

Mom turned her chair to angle towards me a bit, reached over, and took my hands in hers. We smiled at each other awkwardly. Like high school freshmen who hadn't yet figured out how to flirt properly. Not that I was sure I'd mastered the art since moving on up to college freshman either, for that matter. But I had learned that sometimes it involved talking to the girl. Perhaps I should try something along those lines right now.

The words just wouldn't come. One thought ran through my mind, over and over and over. I couldn't believe this was really going to happen. My poor brain didn't have the ability to process any other thoughts just then.

"I'll try not to say too much anyway," Mom said after the awkward silence grew unbearable. "We can worry about figuring each other out more later. For now, maybe we should just try our best to enjoy it for what it is. If that's what you want."

I forced a smile. There wouldn't be a later, at least not for three years. But Mom didn't know that I knew that. Didn't know I'd overheard her talking to Dad that day.

Didn't know that I already knew that the two of them were somehow going to bury my memory of this day. However the hell that worked. Somehow, though, it didn't really surprise me that they could. Obviously something about all of this was supernatural. If Mom could transform herself from an aging overweight woman whose face was kind but hardly beautiful into this, then who was to say that she wasn't just as capable of altering my memories. We weren't playing by any rules I knew, after all.

"No, you're right. It'll be more enjoyable for us both if we give feedback," I said.

She smiled and nodded. "Glad you agree." She fretted at her lower lip. "If you don't mind my asking, how many women have you been with?"

I forced myself not to cringe. If it sounded like she was in fact concerned that I had no idea what I was doing, surely that was just my sensitive teenage ego.

"Two," I replied at last.

But if my answer surprised or disappointed her, she didn't let it show.

Sometimes, moms just get it. Or, mine did. Not always, and certainly not if pop culture was involved, but when it mattered most, she did.

Pop culture, that was, or Dom. He was another big exception.

"So, are there things I should know about up front? Things you like or don't? And how does the threesome thing work? Do we take turns or what? You're not expecting Dad and I to, um, you know. Right?"

"Fuck no," Dad said as he came back out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee and a few slices of toast. "Here, eat up. We're bound to forget about eating once we start, so we might as well have something now."

"Good thinking, dear," my mother said, turning her chair back to be perpendicular to both mine and Dad's before reaching for a slice.

"We can take turns if that's what you're comfortable with," Dad said. "But if I know your mother, she's going to want a good ol' fashioned DP before we're done. That's as close as you and I are coming to one another though. And, when it comes to that, as long as you just pretend we're not as close together as we will be, it won't be a big deal."

Mom grinned wickedly, lush eyebrows flicking up and down while her glistening white teeth sank into her overfull lower lip.

Dad laughed. "There you go." Turning to me, he said, "Are you okay with that?"

I drew a deep breath. I'd only tried anal a few times, with my first girlfriend. Lauren. The whore. There hadn't been much she wouldn't try. Including, as it turned out, my older brother. Perhaps because of the association with her, I'd never even suggested it with my most recent girlfriend. But if I was being honest with myself, it wasn't the worst thing Lauren had ever suggested. I'd rather liked it, actually. It took a lot of lube and a lot of patience to make it work, and besides being a bit tighter, didn't really feel any better. But there was something about knowing she'd let me do that, knowing that she enjoyed it too, as long as I was careful enough, that was really hot.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Homelands: Autumn

Part Two

Chapter Two

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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapter One before reading this.

There is no sex on-screen in this chapter. But it is important to the plot, so I hope you'll bear with me.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual. 

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All of that flashed through my mind, in perfect detail, in a matter of moments. At least, I knew it had to be mere moments. It felt like it had been hours, or days. But Mom was still sitting in my lap, Brie still standing behind her playing with her hair softly.

For a moment, I thought Mom was riding me, Brianna yanking her hair and fucking her ass hard, the way my father had been doing. Except, that was years in the past. It only felt like it had happened just a few moments ago.

"So?" Mom said, looking into my eyes as if trying to peer through to my soul.

I smiled and kissed her. Affectionately. "Not sure what you were worried about. I'm glad you restored that memory though. That was...well worth remembering."

She smiled and kissed me back.

Brie smiled and clapped her hands. "Oh, goodie. Everyone's happy!"

Mom slid out of my lap, staring at her niece coldly.

I cleared my throat, and tried to do the same for my thoughts.

While I couldn't imagine saying anything other than exactly what I'd said to Mom, some of those memories did indeed sting a bit. I'd always been jealous of Dom, thought Mom favored him. Now I knew that I'd been even more right than I ever thought. And though I'd suspected Mom actually liked being treated a bit roughly based on the last interaction I'd had with her and Brianna, I now knew that for sure. I no longer could maintain the illusion that the one time I'd seen her seem to embrace being treated that way, she'd been doing so for the benefit of the queen. Not that I'd ever really believed it, but it had been a nice lie.

How could I be sure that when she said she didn't "need" that to get off, it really meant that I shouldn't feel like I was incapable of satisfying her as fully as she wanted because I was unwilling to treat her the way my father and cousin did?

But she'd also said she didn't want that from me. And which one of us had she sent away for a few hours so she could be alone with the other?

I might never forget the things Dad had done her, or the way she seemed to enjoy them, but maybe none of that really mattered.

"Relax, Aunt Ellen. I'm just teasing. Besides, I'm going to leave the two of you alone to get reacquainted for a couple hours before I send Frank back. Is your queen not gracious?"

We both assured her that she was.

It took some effort, but I buried my reactions to the less pleasant parts of the memory. Not so successfully that Mom didn't ask me several times if everything was okay, but after a few minutes, we both forgot about it. The two of us had some very enjoyable sex before Brianna told me it was time to go back.

After asking Mom to leave the two of us alone, Brianna smiled at me, patted my arm, gave me a peck on the cheek, and wished me luck.

I'd expected more of a sendoff, but since she'd actually left me alone with Mom, unlike the last time I'd tried to say goodbye to my mother, I really couldn't have been any happier.

So without further ado, I returned to the First Autumnal Court.

#

My heart skipped when I opened my door that evening. Lily's otherworldly skin, her extreme hourglass figure, and the mix of desire and nervousness radiating off of her, all reminded me of my mother. If I couldn't be with her, if I had to do my best to find information for Brianna so that she might someday let me come home, I could do a lot worse than using sex as a tool for extracting information from a woman like this.

She slid into my arms and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"For?"

"I wish I didn't have to do this. But I still haven't earned my asylum either, and I've been running for so long. Please forgive me." Then she kissed me.

I felt the air stir behind me. I started to push Lily away. But there was no time for that.

Before I knew what was happening, I was yanked away from my quarters.

#

As with her brother, there was no telling what Deirdre really looked like. She took on the appearances of several dozen women all at once.

Her hair could have been brown, black, red or blonde, and I wouldn't have known, since at least one or two of her visages had each of those hair colors. And some had more exotic hair colors as well, from pink to purple to blue and green. Similarly, some of her images were tall, others short. Some were petite, some athletic, some soft and voluptuous. Some dark-skinned, some fair. Every one of her many forms was beautiful in its own way, or would seem so to those with the right tastes.

My hypothesis about Silas was evidently mistaken. If this was how I saw Deirdre, I could only assume women saw all of Silas' visages at once as well. As soon as the thought came to me, though, another part of me insisted that the question of how Silas' powers worked was just about the least important question before me at that moment.

Deirdre's private quarters looked like like they'd been inspired by someone with eclectic but distinctly historical sensibilities. Chaise lounges and ottomans, covered in more pillows than you could shake a stick at, were interspersed throughout the room. Each had been upholstered with a rich brocade, and as many as not had gold tassels hanging from them. The walls and ceiling were stone, the floor tiled with veiny marble. Pristine alabaster columns reached up towards the cavernous ceiling, though a few were short and had statues or antiques set atop them. Rich tapestries hung from two of the walls. Some were portraits, others commemorated battles, while still others depicted pastoral settings. Oil paintings of similar subjects bedecked the other walls. A particularly largely portrait of her brother hung above the great stone hearth. Or, I assumed it was her brother, since the man bore a face I was pretty sure I remembered being one of the many I saw when I looked at Silas.

Of course, it was equally possible that this man was no one in particular, and Silas had included this face amongst the others because it appealed to his sister. I couldn't have said.

Yet at the same time that the huge chamber tried to evoke a sense of belonging to the past, if not any one era in particular, there were other ways in which her quarters could have belonged to a modern millionaire playboy. She had an Olympic sized in-ground pool in one corner and a home theater in another. The theater had a high definition projection screen, four rows of stadium seats, and a sound system that would make any audiophile jealous. A glass rolling bar stood near the pool. It was stocked with all manner of spirits, both conventional and exotic, and two professional grade blenders.

But as unexpected as the stark contrast between antiquated and contemporary amenities was, a much bigger surprise awaited me in her quarters.

Not a moment after the two of us arrived, so too did Lily.

Judging by her wide eyes and slack jaw, the moonlit woman hadn't expected to end up here anymore than I'd expected her to.

"Wait, I thought...," she started to say.

Deirdre walked over to her, took her by the hand, and led her to the nearest ottoman. She sat Lily down and stood above her with one hand on a blue shoulder. With a voice like honey, Deirdre said, "My brother did not appreciate your decision to use me as bait."

"But I didn't!" Lily said. She made as if to stand up, but Deirdre's hand pressed her back down. Or, rather, she gave up when the other woman refused to take her hand away. It didn't really look like Deirdre had applied much pressure.

"What's going on?" I asked, approaching the two of them.

Lily looked down, avoiding my gaze. Deirdre whipped her head around and I expected her to command me to be silent. While a few of her faces wore stern expressions, though, most looked at me softly. Maybe even with pity.

"Your friend here was instructed to determine whether you were spying on our court for your queen, as my brother suspected," Deirdre said, eyes back on Lily. Then, looking over her shoulder at me, she continued, "So she fed you information that a spy would be all but certain to rush back to report. Which, predictably enough, you did."

Of course. She'd chased off that other woman, and let slip a very dangerous secret.

Moreover, I'd had the feeling that I'd walked into a trap since I got to the party.

What had made me think that with all those unbelievably sexy men around to choose from, Lily had decided there was something really special about me?

Wishful thinking, that was what. Damned romantic fool.

"At first, my brother was elated by her success, and was prepared to grant her asylum," Deirdre said to me. Then, to Lily, "Indeed, promised her that he would." Back to me. "But the more he thought about it, the more he felt he could not reward Lily for her actions, not since she'd revealed my existence in the process. She couldn't be rewarded, he'd decided, but neither could he bring himself to Devour her, not since she'd helped to reveal your duplicity. So he commanded me to hold her in captivity."

Lily hung her head and covered her face with her hands.

Deirdre stroked Lily's indigo hair. Was that gesture mocking, or was it truly meant to be soothing? I couldn't tell.

Turning back to me again, Deirdre said, "I asked my brother if I could do the same for you, though I knew he'd prefer to have ended your life. I reminded him that it might be useful to have a bargaining chip for extracting concessions from your queen. In truth, I just thought it would be fun to have two prisoners rather than one. Silas doesn't visit me as often as he used to, and will probably do so even less once he becomes Patriarch. But that doesn't make what I said to him any less valid, and he eventually saw the wisdom of it. So here you are."

Lily's shoulders rose and fell, and though I couldn't see her eyes with those pale blue hands in the way, it sounded like she might be crying.

I should have been furious with her. I knew that. But for whatever reason, perhaps more of that stubborn and dangerous romanticism, I went over, sat beside her, put my hand on her thigh, and told her it would be okay.

Deirdre laughed at that. "You did catch the part where she betrayed you, right?"

I studied her many faces. "She felt she had no choice. I'd have done the same."

And that was true enough.

But the question I wasn't comfortable even asking myself was whether I'd have been able to see that if she wasn't so beautiful. If the stark contrast between her pale blue skin and dark indigo hair, coupled with her impossible proportions, didn't remind me of my mother, however much the colors were wrong with respect to the former and her curves a bit too modest with respect to the latter. The resemblance wasn't even that strong. But it was there. And it was enough to make me take leave of my senses, apparently.

Lily looked up at me, her lips fighting to display a faint grin. Tears eked out the corners of her eyes. "You're either a complete fool or...I don't know what. But thank you." She took my hand in hers, gripped it tightly. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. From the day I challenged my cousin's rule, it was only a matter of time before one great power or another moved to dispose of me. Something tells me this is the best outcome I ever really could have hoped for."

Deirdre moved in front of me, running her hands over my chest and shoulders. "Probably so. Still, not many men in your position would have the grace to accept that. I think Lily here is right. You're either shockingly stupid or a very unusual individual."

I shrugged.

"But don't worry. I'll be good to you," Deirdre said. "Both," she added. "You'll not be permitted to leave my quarters of course, but then, neither am I, really. I may have to put on a show of being punitive when my brother comes by, which will be rare enough, but the rest of the time, it will be like we're all three of us prisoners."

I almost scoffed at that. But then, while it might be a rather lovely prison cell, if she wasn't allowed to leave, then a prison cell it was.

With a tortured smile, Lily said to me, "This probably only makes me an even more terrible person, but I'm kind of glad that we're here together."

Deirdre and I both laughed.

But I actually knew what Lily meant.

#

Close to three years had passed, by the reckoning of the Homelands. That meant that somewhere between twenty-five and thirty years had passed in the mortal world. And though none of us had been to the mortal world in that time, I noticed that both Lily and I bore signs of aging. The same was not true for Deirdre, but I guess that didn't surprise me. For that matter, it was more true for me than Lily.

Whether that was because I was the least powerful and Deirdre the most, or because I had spent the most time in the mortal world and Deirdre the least, I couldn't have said. Maybe one or both of those things factored in, but it also occurred to me that men of our kind tended to show their age more than women. After all, though Dad and Mom were more or less of an age, it showed a lot more with him than her.

And, in a way, that only made sense. Women often found older men attractive, so long as they were still fit, and as long as they didn't go bald. Women didn't even seem to mind if men went gray, especially if it was only a little. Yet who had ever said that gray hair or wrinkles on a woman made her look distinguished?

I wasn't sure if was that simple. For that explanation to hold, it would have to be true that our appearances were only allowed to change if they made us more attractive, or at least failed to make us much less so. Which could well have been the case. But I didn't know it to be, not for a certainty.

Of course, Iva would know. And she'd think it somewhere between charming and cute that I didn't. The way she always did when I betrayed my ignorance.

That thought made me sad. It was my mother I missed most, but after all this time, I'd begun to miss just about everyone. I even found myself missing Dom some of the time.

No doubt, a great many changes had taken place beyond the walls of Deirdre's quarters. I wondered whether Brianna's reign had claimed the lives of other members of our family, as it had those of Aunt Liz and Uncle Jim. I wondered too whether my siblings had married or had children. Or whether my cousins had, for that matter. I wondered if Grandma was still content to sit in her little cottage in the forest, taking no part in court politics.

The only news that reached us was that Silas was now Patriarch. We'd all seen that coming, of course. Equally predictably, he visited Deirdre less and less now than he had when Lily and I had first been taken prisoner.

That saddened Deirdre, but Lily and I were more than grateful for it. As Deirdre had told us she would on that first day, she slipped into the role of jailor whenever Silas stopped by. Lily and I would be chained to the wall, or put in cages, or made to perform vile acts with one another for Silas' amusement. Not vile in the taboo sense, like the acts I longed to once more commit with my mother. But disgusting and humiliating and painful things, involving whips, chains, needles, piss, and shit.

Yet, to her credit, Deirdre had been no less right about the fact that, the rest of the time, it felt like the three of us were in it together. So long as Silas wasn't around, neither Lily nor I was ever asked to do anything we didn't want to do. And, in time, we came to both very much want to do the things we did with Deirdre.

Not at first, we hadn't. But she was an incredibly attractive woman. And while she might not exactly care for either of us, she was good to us.

For one thing, when Lily and I first started to find it to be entirely too hard to resist our mutual attraction, Deirdre had given us some privacy without any questions asked. We weren't allowed to leave her quarters, of course. But Deirdre would cordon off half of the oversized chamber for us.

Around the third time Deirdre saw the look in our eyes and went to erect a stone wall, we told her there was no need, and instead invited her to join us.

Deirdre made Brianna, Mom, and every other women I'd slept with look like a novice. She had raw power in spades, to be sure, but it was more than that. In fact, if you were to say that Brianna couldn't hold a candle to Deirdre in that department, you wouldn't quite be doing my cousin justice. Which was not to say that Silas' sister wasn't clearly the more powerful of the two. But the gap was not nearly as large as I might have expected.

No, the big difference was in how much Deirdre knew about her abilities.

And I didn't just mean with respect to sex, though that was indescribable. No laws applied to her, not gravity, not adhesion, nothing. Not unless she chose to submit to them. She could fly, walk on water, or on the ceiling, and more. When she lowered herself to the need for sustenance, she could create food with a mere thought. Prisoners though we might be, Deirdre made sure that our lives did not lack for comfort.

Accordingly, I learned a great deal about how to use my own powers in that time. And the same went for Lily. With each passing week, the three of us reached new heights together.

I probably could have escaped at some point, having learned so much. And though she never said it aloud, I knew that Lily wanted me to.

Actually, wanted us to escape together. 

I'd thought it was only her guilt making her act that way at first, but as time wore on, it became clear that she genuinely was falling in love with me. Whether that was just because I was the only man she saw in that time who didn't make her debase herself in the most unspeakable ways, however, was another matter altogether.

All the same, I think I was probably headed in that direction myself. I'd come to accept that I'd never see my family again, and a surrogate for my mother was the closest thing to happiness I was ever likely to see.

Maybe under different circumstances, it could have even have gone somewhere.

But however much Lily silently implored me to steal her away, I knew that it would be a huge mistake. It wasn't impossible that we'd succeed in getting away, but as Iva could well attest, Silas didn't give up easy. And maybe he'd have been willing to keep sending men after us even if we went back to the Third Autumnal Court. He was Patriarch now, and he'd never really gotten over what Iva had done to his daughter. The odds that he'd be reluctant to risk offending Brianna by violating the sovereignty of her court were not great. Not if he suffered another indignity at the hands of her subjects.

Besides, it wasn't like we were being held under the worst conditions imaginable. If we had to suffer the same indignity every day that we did on the rare occasions when Silas came to visit his sister, perhaps it would have been worth the risk. But how far would a man go to escape when Deirdre was the closest thing to a jailor he had to suffer?

Not that I was under any delusion that Deirdre cared for me. She showed compassion, yes, but passion? No.

In fact, though she was effectively a captive as well, it was clear that she was in love with her brother. It was a complicated thing, because there were days I was equally sure that she hated him. But the one didn't really preclude the other. Whether they were positive or negative, the emotions she felt for her brother dwarfed any she might feel for anyone else.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 02



I found that sweet, but also distasteful. In the Third Autumnal Court, we might have been all about incest, but it was just sex. No one was falling in love. The relationship between Silas and his sister seemed to violate the only remnant of taboo we had.

Or maybe that was just because of the way he treated her. Kept her locked up. I had no more love for her than she for me, but I still thought she deserved better.

All the same, her feelings were, in a way, understandable. Lily hadn't really been exaggerating much when she told me Silas was a god. And for all that he held his sister in a prison cell, it was clear that he worshiped her, and believed that he would do anything for her happiness, even if there was an obvious flaw in that view. Watching him with her, I found my view of him slowly evolving from fearsome tyrant to something more complex, almost tragic. He was deeply paranoid, fiercely loyal to those few he actually cared about, and, most notably, far less manipulative, deceptive, and capricious than Brianna. As much as I wanted to hate him, I found I could not.

Of course, when I learned that I was to be released, I was overcome with joy.

Brianna had apparently been deposed, and Jack, her successor, offered to return four of Silas' spies in exchange for my freedom. Even Silas couldn't turn down that deal.

That night, Deirdre and Lily gave me quite a sendoff. When it came time to leave, I found myself sadder than I ought to have been. And wondering if I'd ever see Lily again.

#

The palace had changed a lot since Brianna's reign. It looked like nothing so much as a modern mansion. No smaller in size or less impressive than before, but far more inviting. Like some place you'd actually want to live, rather than a symbol of power.

There was also no longer a throne room. Jack held court, if you could really call it that, in the back garden. He sat in a lounge chair beside a swimming pool, wearing silk boxers and a silk robe, smoking a cigar and drinking Scotch. I sat on a camping stool before him.

Aunt Cindy stood behind Jack, a martini glass in one hand, the other resting on the back of Jack's chair. She wore a white satin robe, tied so loosely at the waist that the corners of her breasts were visible. Her blonde hair was held up in a bun. Her facial features were a bit more mature. But her figure hadn't changed a bit. She still had a killer lower body and a nicer pair of breasts than a woman as toned and fit as she was ought to have had.

Iva stood behind me, shielding me from the setting sun's rays. At least, that's how I chose to look at it. You could also say she loomed over me, casting a shadow down upon me. True enough, either way.

I hadn't gotten more than a fleeting look at her, but I was pretty sure that she looked exactly the same as before. Hadn't aged even a little. Which, I noted in passing, fit both with the idea that our aging was determined by our power and the one that emphasized the amount of time we'd spent in the mortal world.

Jack, in contrast, looked a lot different. He'd packed on several dozen pounds of muscle. Whereas before, he invited comparison to a beanpole, having been all height and virtually no bulk, he now cut a rather imposing figure. His face could have been chiseled from stone. Actually, all of him looked that way. His jaw had grown wider, his brow more prominent. And his dark hair was lightly flecked with gray. Except for his temples, which were more than lightly flecked. He looked powerful and confident. Yet, I thought, weary as well.

I wondered what everyone else looked like. Especially my mother.

"Can I offer you a drink?" Jack asked, swirling his glass.

"Please," I said.

Iva snapped her fingers then handed me a glass, saying, "You've been gone a long time. We missed you. So much." Her voice was flat, almost wooden.

I ignored her tone and sipped my Scotch. It was smooth for how strong it was.

"A lot has changed," Jack said, in a rather more amiable tone.

"I would imagine," I said. "I heard dribs and drabs, but I feel pretty out of the loop."

Jack puffed on his cigar. "Yeah, we need to fill you in on a lot. And same goes for you, I'm sure. You look good, by the way, for a man who's been held captive all this time."

I heard Iva mumble her agreement to the last part. But from her, it sounded more like an accusation than a compliment.

"Thanks," I said. "So do you. Power suits you well."

It was Cindy's turn to murmur to herself.

Jack laughed. "I'm not sure it suits any of us well. I feel like it's been a lifetime already. I'm never on top of everything. Seems like the good days are the ones where the number of new fires that spring up is only one or two more than the number of ones I put out. I honestly don't know why it hasn't all gone up in flames already."

"Heavy is the head," I said.

Iva mumbled something again.

"Trite but true," Jack said. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear me whine about it."

I didn't reply. "So what all has changed?"

"Well, some of your kin are no longer with us. But there've also been a few additions to your family. Iva tried to tell me I shouldn't get them permits. Shouldn't be helping your family produce still more potential claimants to the throne, she says. But most days, I think I'd be glad to pass it all off to someone else. Someone younger."

I raised an eyebrow. "Permits?"

"You didn't know that we're not supposed to reproduce without approval from the Patriarch? I know, it sounds crazy. Like we're vampires or something. But apparently, as long as the overall birth rate in each court remains low enough, it's all but unheard of for a request to be denied, so it's mostly a formality. Mostly. Keeping the overall number low enough does mean that I have to pick winners and losers though. So my loyal supporters get to have as many kids as they want, while I have to say no more often than I'd like to anyone who isn't politically important. But no matter how much sense there might have been in it, there was no way I was going to deny my cousins that right. Besides, it's not like Todd or Natalie are likely to be grooming their kids for power. They've never cared about that."

"Just like Liz Orwin never cared about power," Iva said. "And yet, we got Brianna. One day, one of those children will sit the throne. I assure you. When that day comes, you'll regret how blithely you dismissed my concerns."

"Even if you're right about that, and one of them does make a play for the throne, I'm not sure I'll regret it," Jack said.

My aunt snorted.

I shook my head. I couldn't believe I didn't know that we couldn't reproduce without permission. And not just from the king or queen.

But that was something to worry about later. "Who's no longer with us?"

"Oh, he just means Dom and Brianna," Cindy said. "Everyone else is fine. My baby isn't cruel, like your other cousin."

I nodded. The cold pit in my stomach faded at the news that everyone else was fine. But it didn't leave altogether. Whatever problems we might have had, I wasn't glad to hear that Dom had suffered the same fate as Brianna. It wasn't surprising. I'd pretty much assumed he had as soon as I heard about Brianna. He wouldn't step aside quietly unless she commanded him too. But I wished it hadn't been necessary.

"He didn't even resist," Iva said. "And he knew what was coming. I think he was tired of it all, to be honest."

I could almost think she was lying, but it didn't seem like her to do so. 

Thinking more about it, Dom had never really ceased to surprise me. I never did quite get a handle on who he really was. And now, I never would.

Damnit. I'd spent years of my life wishing him dead. And now that he was, even though he'd served the queen who'd exiled me and was thus indirectly responsible for me being held captive for more than two years, I couldn't help tearing up.

"Well, the queen and her Shadow were the only casualties of the otherwise bloodless coup, yeah," Jack said. "But your sister has all but retired. Married a mortal and is doing her best to live the life of a soccer mom. And I've banished Tara and her children. So in a sense, they're not the only ones who are no longer with us."

"What his majesty is trying to tell you is that your family has had a lot of trouble falling in line," Iva said. "Besides your father, that is."

Jack flashed an impatient look at his aunt before turning to regard me with a softer face. "Well, obviously your family hasn't really gone out of their way to show that they've made their peace with the transition, as my lovely Shadow has pointed out. But I didn't exactly expect them to be pleased to see the throne pass back to Farrier hands."

Iva cleared her throat. "All the same, it would be nice to have at least one member of your family swear fealty. Perhaps even become a vassal."

"Would send a strong signal," Jack said with a sigh.

"I'd be more than happy to," I said. "I owe you my life. Can't thank you enough."

Cindy smiled, tension I hadn't noticed before easing from her shoulders. "Whichever way the wind blows," Iva mumbled. It was just barely loud enough for me to hear. Jack and Cindy probably couldn't make out her words.

Jack raised his glass to me, and for a moment, his voice sounded upbeat. "Good to hear, man. Good to hear. I knew I could count on you. But I didn't want to force it."

We clinked our glasses together. "Of course," I said. "Be pretty ungrateful not to."

"And wouldn't that be a first. Ungrateful," Iva whispered. Again, her words were just barely audible. For my ears alone.

I ground my teeth together, but held my tongue.

"Right now, I've only got these two lovely ladies, my brother and his wife," Jack said.

"So where is Mark anyway?" I asked. "I'd love to see him. And meet the wife."

"You'd love April," Jack said. "Sometimes, I can't help but wish she was more powerful, for my own selfish reasons, but they're really perfect for each other."

"Good," I said, and meant it. It must have been plain in my tone of voice because Cindy smiled when she heard me say it.

"Anyway, they're serving as ambassadors to the First Autumnal Court. It was them that negotiated your release, in fact."

Interesting. "So you said Natalie is also married. Anyone else?" I asked.

"Todd. Also a mortal. But she knows what he is, and they're still active. They visit here fairly often, with their two kids. Sean is twenty-two, and Melanie nineteen."

"They're going to need to be watched," Iva said. "We're hoping you can get close to Todd again, even though it's been a while. His children are getting strong fast."

I whistled. "I didn't realize I was gone long enough for that." Except I had. I'd figured that twenty-five to thirty years had passed in the mortal world. Plenty of time to raise and initiate a new generation. So that part fit.

What didn't fit was that Iva had made it sound like Todd and Nat hadn't had kids until after Jack had already taken power.

"How long have you been king?" I asked.

I heard Iva inhale sharply.

This time, even Jack seemed to dislike either my tone or my words. But the sour look on his face passed quickly enough. "I'm sorry we couldn't get you released sooner. We didn't have anyone to trade him for you. Brianna wasn't in the habit of taking prisoners. She Devoured the few confirmed spies she caught. Or had Dom kill them. It wasn't until-"

I cut him off. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, your grace."

"And you don't have to call me that," he said, with a grin.

I smiled back. "I was just trying to get the math right."

"A little over two years," he said.

I nodded. That made sense.

I took another gulp of Scotch. "I'm not surprised Todd's kids have a lot of potential. He was probably the least interested in learning what all he was capable of. But I never thought he lacked for raw power."

Jack pointed his cigar at me. "Exactly."

"What about Natalie? You said something about her being a mother."

"One son. Patrick. He's twenty. To best of our knowledge, he doesn't even know about his heritage. But you can only keep that from a child for so long," Jack said. "And Todd and Holly do take their kids to visit once a year or so. So he may well have experimented with Mel, even if Nat has been doing her best to keep him away from it all."

"And you?" I asked. "You never married?"

He reached up, squeezed his mother's hand. "No," he said. "I don't go back to the mortal world as often as I'd like. Simply can't afford to be away for long. Brianna had just about brought us to the brink of war with Silas. He would have been all too happy to absorb the Third Autumnal Court. Maybe, maybe allow us to continue on as a principality. Walking things back from the brink has not been easy. And to think how many firstborn sons and daughters of our lesser nobles I had to pledge to him." Jack shuddered. "But tensions definitely have defused a bit. We might even be back to more or less normal relations soon enough. If a few ideas I've got on that front pan out, I just might be done. May not even name a successor. Let it be sorted out by ritual again."

Aunt Cindy massaged her son's tense shoulders. "Whatever you think is best, dear."

I was tempted to look over my shoulder. But I felt pretty confident that I could guess what Iva's reaction was anyway.

"As long as Tara doesn't become queen," Jack continued. "Might as well put Brianna back on the throne. If you could persuade her to be more reckless. There'd be war for sure."

I cleared my throat. "If you don't mind my asking, why'd you only banish her then? Why not\ldots you know\ldots just\ldots?"

Jack rubbed his forehead with the hand that held his glass. "Don't have the stomach for it. Apparently, I should have enjoyed Devouring Brianna. But I didn't."

My stomach went weak. What did it say about me that my reaction had been so different?

Probably just what Iva seemed to assume.

"Anyway, there will be plenty of time to catch up more later. I'll be throwing a party in your honor tomorrow. But for now, I'm going to slip in the pool and cool off."

"It'll be great to see everyone again," I said. "Thanks."

"No problem," he said as he got up and eased his robe off. "Hang around as long as you want, by the way. You're free to come and go as you please. If you want anything just let one of us know." Then he walked over to the pool and dove in.

Iva came out from behind me and took Jack's place in the lounge chair.

"So tell me more about Sean and Melanie," I said to my aunts.

"Sean's a lot taller than anyone in your family. Which is odd, because Holly is one of the shortest women I've ever met. And he makes even you look out of shape," Iva said.

Cindy sighed. "And he has perfect hair. And perfect teeth. And he's so sweet."

"I'm not sure he's any more ambitious than his father, thankfully," Iva said. "I think if he wanted to, some day, he could give Silas a run for his money. That boy is just too damned gorgeous. And completely sure of himself. But not in an obnoxious way. No, Sean is very much aware of both his virtues and his faults, few as they are."

"That does sound like quite the package," I said. "Are you sure he's Todd's kid?"

Cindy laughed. "Your brother married well. Holly is the same way. Not a pretentious bone in her body. Yet neither would you ever accuse her of doubting herself. And you wouldn't guess she wasn't one of us if you didn't know. She is absolutely gorgeous."

Figures. Without even trying, Todd won at everything. "What's Melanie like?" I asked.

"Hardly anything like her mother or brother. She's got that desperate need for approval that most women go through when they're young, only she's got it real bad," Cindy said. "She tries to come across as confident, but she just exudes insecurity."

"That's too bad," I said.

"What it is, is dangerous," Iva said.

"She's also irresistible," Cindy said. "Might be headed for the Olympics in gymnastics, and it shows. In all the good ways, at least. She somehow still has nice feminine shoulders, relatively small but perfectly toned arms, and the kind of breasts women have to tell themselves are fake to avoid being driven insane with jealousy. Which she's had since she was thirteen. It's just not fair. I would kill to have her body."

I started to tell her she had nothing to be jealous of, but swallowed my words. Iva would think I was trying to get off the hook or something. Maybe if it was someone other than Cindy, I would have anyway. But we'd never been so close that I felt like it made me an asshole to let her comment go unchallenged.

"Holly has really embraced our lifestyle, you know," Cindy said, changing the topic. "She wants to be Elevated."

"Meaning?" I asked.

Iva got a good chuckle out of that.

"Well, we don't do it often," Cindy said. "So it's no surprise you haven't heard of it. I hadn't either until she asked about it. It's when we turn a mortal into one of us."

"The thing is," Iva said, "you need approval of the Patriarch for that too. And in this case, we're not talking about a mere formality."

"I see," I said. "And would Jack be willing to go to Silas with such a request?"

"I wouldn't advise him to, but I think so, yes," Iva said. "We're not in much of a position to be asking favors from Silas though. So, you see, Holly might be frustrated with Jack. She also happens to have two children who are learning how to use their abundant talents frightfully quick. See where I'm going here?"

"Enough," Cindy said at last. "We've dumped a lot on him, don't you think?"

"Of course," Iva said. She stared at me coldly before heading inside the palace.

#

By the time I staggered into the guest room, it was almost midnight. Jack didn't used to be able to hold his liquor like that. Keeping up with him had been stupid.

I think I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

It felt like someone shook me awake a moment later. Probably wasn't true, but the disruption was about as welcome as it would have been had that been the case.

Aunt Iva plopped down on the bed beside me. "Late night?"

"Not really. Just too much alcohol. Anyway, you're still up, so you're one to talk."

"Not still," she said. "It's morning, buddy." She ruffled my hair. "By the way, I thought you knew that we can sober up with but a thought, if we want."

"Yeah, I know. I guess I was just too drunk to think of it," I said, groaning as I sat up.

I realized this was probably the first time I'd ever seen Aunt Iva without any makeup on. She looked good. I wouldn't say she didn't "need" makeup, because women who thought themselves so naturally beautiful that they didn't "need" it weren't doing themselves any favors. No woman needed makeup, but none looked worse with it on either. At least, not in my mind. Maybe that made me a superficial asshole. I don't know.

Still, Aunt Iva was naturally beautiful. Well, supernaturally, to be precise, but still.

She wore the kind of sleepwear that was actually comfortable, rather than the kind that the women of my family usually wore.

In short, she looked every bit like she'd just woken up.

If I hadn't been so hung over, I'd have noticed that before she pointed it out.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm up now," I said. "So go ahead. Lay into me."

She frowned. Was that actual guilt I saw there? "Well," she said, turning to face me directly and tucking one leg under her. "You've changed, haven't you?"

"Are you serious? I know I said it wasn't so bad being held captive by Silas' sister, but I was still held captive. And though he only came by once a month, the days Silas came to visit were not all that pretty."

"I guess that's not exactly what I meant," she said. "But still, if you've come back harder, I don't think it's because of what Deirdre did to you. Nor Silas."




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 02



"So what did you mean?" I asked.

She sighed, her very generous breasts rising and falling. "You're overflowing with power. I can feel it. It's," she drew a deep breath. I felt her Libido swell. "Well, it's intimidating, to be perfectly honest. And you carry yourself differently. That strange mix of confidence, nervousness, innocence, ambition, and concern for others that you used to have seems to have been whittled down to a wary survival instinct. I couldn't believe the way you casually referred to members of your own family being Devoured. But then, I also couldn't believe the way you obviously teared up when you heard that I Devoured your brother. So I know that some of the old you is still in there. What I want to know is how much. And whether the ambition you used to exude has been forged into steel, or has faded away."

"That's a mouthful," I said. I reached out and laid a hand atop hers. "I'm not sure I can give you a short answer. I'm not sure I know the answer."

"So did they make you Devour someone? Or was that done voluntarily?"

"Nothing you haven't done."

"I had no choice," she said, pulling back from me.

I withdrew my hand. "How do you know that I did?" I asked.

"So tell me you didn't. Tell me what your plans are now that you're back. Tell me I shouldn't be worried about my nephew's fate."

"I didn't, I have none, and you should, but not because of me."

Iva raised an eyebrow. "That so? Then who?"

"Dunno. But you heard him today. He sound like he's willing to fight for his throne?"

She sighed and shook her head.

"But that doesn't carry any weight with you, does it? So, what, do you still hate me because I refused to let you make me your vassal? Is that it? You know Brianna was spying on us at the time, right? If I'd have agreed, she'd have Devoured me."

"And I suppose you knew that at...nevermind. I don't hate you, Frank. You know that. I was just," she paused, ran her hand through her hair, "disappointed. And scared. It's a good thing I've had so much practice running and hiding. Your cousin was a lot of things, but she was no Silas, thankfully."

I took her hand in mine, squeezed it firmly.

She offered a tenuous smile. "Okay, let's make this easy. Just swear to me that you have no desire to take the throne."

"No," I said flatly. "Can you swear the same to me?"

She chewed on her luscious lower lip. "That's not the point."

"Well, of course you trust yourself."

She tried to hide a shudder. "I felt the warmth drain from the air when you showed up."

"We were outdoors," I said.

"My point exactly."

"Look, Iva, I've always liked Jack. As far as I can figure, it will be a step in the wrong direction for our court when he's gone. But, no, I won't deny that when that day comes, my hat may be in the ring. That doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it though."

She nodded slowly, averting her brown eyes. "I guess that'll have to do for now."

"It doesn't have to."

Iva laughed, slapping my hand away. "You're not really up to that right now?"

"Guess not."

She reached out and squeezed my nose between her fingers, the way she'd used to, and said, "I intend to keep a close eye on you, Frank."

The tension I almost hadn't noticed was present faded with that little gesture. I pulled her in for a long kiss. A soft, tender one.

She came away smiling. "I'm glad you're back," she said as she slipped out of my bed and headed for the door. Just before leaving the room, she added, "Mostly."

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An army of servants in black livery, faces hidden by masks, milled about the backyard, carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks. There were also masked women dancing on poles and in cages. A few belly dancers made their way around the yard. None were hard on the eyes, but they appeared to be mortal.

Jack's tuxedo looked like he might have borrowed it from James Bond. Cindy wore a red shawl and a sequined white evening gown that reached all the way to her ankles, but hugged her curves so tightly that it could hardly be called modest. Her hair was tied up, a bit of it left loose to cascade down the side of her face. Her red heels were taller than she usually wore. Iva wore a slinky red cocktail dress with white rhinestones over the bust. The dress only reached halfway down her thighs, displaying a good portion of her shapely, if slender, legs, which were adorned by sheer black stockings. Her pretty feet were squeezed into sleek black patent leather heels. Her hair was closer to gold than its usual dirty blonde, layered, and hung just past her chin in the front, but no farther than her ears in back.

They both looked amazing. But what I was really looking forward to was seeing the members of my family that I hadn't seen in nearly three years. Or, in the case of the youngest generation, ever.

With Mark undercover, Natalie retired, and Dom and Brianna Devoured, that really just meant Mom, Dad, Todd, and his wife and kids.

Or so I thought. To everyone's surprise, just a little after everyone else arrived, Natalie showed up with her husband and her son.

Todd looked basically the same. A bit older. Less like a ripe young stud, more like a mature and debonair ladies' man. Especially since he was wearing a three piece suit. If you'd asked me what Todd would look like in a suit, I'd have said like a fish out of water. But either he'd grown up a lot, or I underestimated him, because he looked natural in it.

Dad hadn't changed a bit. Maybe there was just a little more salt and a little less pepper in his hair, but otherwise, he looked exactly as I remembered. And while he too was dressed formally, I was more used to seeing him that way.

The same went for my mother. Well, maybe her face bore a few more signs of maturity, so that now she looked a little closer to thirty. But her skin remained radiant, unblemished, and reminiscent of porcelain. Her hair was as lustrous as ever, and still mostly an exquisite glossy black, with the loveliest red highlights that stood out whenever she had a light source behind her. Her black evening gown, mostly open between her hips and bust, accentuated the extreme hourglass figure that I'd missed so badly.

Natalie had changed the most, though not necessarily because she looked older. There was no sign of the fake tan she'd been so fond of in her youth and her hair was back to its natural dark brown, without any blonde streaks. The effect was striking. She finally looked like her mother's daughter, with that creamy white skin and dark hair.

Not for the first time, I cursed myself for not noticing how beautiful she was in the past due to an inability to look past her tan and dyed hair. Whatever color her complexion and her hair, she had always had one of the prettiest faces I'd ever seen. Not quite as pretty as Brianna, but at least as pretty as Iva. And she had a damned killer body too. Her breasts were oversized relative to her figure, which was tight and athletic. Her ass was not large, but was entirely too well rounded and heart-shaped not to command respect.

She wore a cream colored dress that fell only half-way down her thighs. Two triangles, the same exact shade of brown as her hair, covered her full breasts. Her shapely legs were bare, and her brown heels matched her dress and hair perfectly.

Holly and Melanie looked more or less as my aunts had described.

The former was a tiny little thing. A bit short of five feet tall, and thinner than any of the remaining members of my family. For me, that was entirely too thin. But I had to admit that, though her breasts were small, compared to her tiny frame, they were not inconsiderable. She also had a face that, in her youth, must have been as painfully beautiful as Brianna's had ever been, because even now that she was well into her forties, and showing it since she was a mortal, she was still stunning. She had an ultra fair complexion and jet-black hair that fell halfway down her back.

With that hair, that skin, those lips, lashes and brows, I thought that if you told people who didn't know us that she too was my mother's daughter, they just might believe you.

Her lack of a figure was a real disappointment though. At least in my mind. She wore a shimmering green cocktail dress that barely covered what passed for an ass. Some men would have loved the way it exposed her bare legs. But her legs were no curvier than a pair of Q-tips, and that wasn't doing it for me.

Her daughter was another story. Melanie had a body unlike any I'd seen, save in comic books. Still not quite my style, but I'd take her thick, muscular legs over her mother's any day. And, as Cindy had said, it made absolutely no sense that she could have such large breasts given her meaty figure. They weren't nearly as big as my mother's, but they were around the same size as Iva's. And Iva's were hardly modest. Yet her ass was no less solid than Nat's or Cindy's, and a good deal larger than either. Her hair was more red. Not red-brown, like Brianna's, but red, like Tara's.

Just in case anyone might mistake her for being shy or modest or something, she wore a white leopard-print dress that barely covered her big ass or generous breasts. She also carried a matching purse. Her body language and hungry stares alone were more than sufficient to demonstrate that she was no wallflower though.

My heart raced. Each of the six women was incredibly attractive in her own way. From the petite Holly to the athletic Melanie to Mom's soft and generous curves, they all had amazing bodies. Few men could look upon the women of my family and not find at least one of them to be damn near perfect. If you rounded up a dozen men and asked them which of the six women was hottest, odds were each one of the women would be chosen by at least one guy. I couldn't say the full spectrum of female beauty was on display there. Of course it wasn't. All six women were white, and besides Melanie, all six were exceptionally fair-skinned. None were particularly tall, even if Holly and Mom were the only ones that were truly short. And so on. But even so, there was a certain amount of variety on display, and it was intoxicating.

I wondered if the women felt the same was true of the men. Patrick was about as thin as Jack had once been and had the trademark fair skin and dark hair of the Orwins. He had a look about him that must just have killed the types of girls that like their men wounded and brooding. Sean was tall, tan, blonde, disgustingly handsome, and had a body that would be no more out of place in a comic book than that of his sister. Nat's poor husband, Rob, stood out like a sore thumb. His goofy smile and light step bespoke a good-natured personality, and he was far from ugly. In any other room, he might even have stood out. But he didn't compare to the supernatural studs surrounding him. And he hadn't listened to the advice I could only assume my sister had provided regarding apparel. He'd chosen to wear jeans and a wrinkled button-down while everyone else was in at least semi-formal attire.

After thinking about it some more, I decided that if you rounded up a dozen women and asked them which of the men in the family was hottest, there'd be a very clear winner. Sean was tallest, prettiest, and had the widest shoulders, biggest arms, and narrowest waist. Unless she had a thing for older men or really skinny guys, I just couldn't see how any woman could look at us and not pick Sean. There might at least be a little variety if you asked who their second favorite was though.

I went around and introduced myself to the new members of the family. What I really wanted to do was go catch up with Mom. But once I did, it wouldn't be long before we snuck off somewhere, started fucking each other silly, and didn't stop until the sun came up. It wouldn't do to let that happen without meeting everyone first.

Sean was confident without being arrogant. He was a bit loud, and had a tendency to dominate a conversation. Between that and his excessive good looks, I kind of didn't want to like him. But he was self-deprecating at times, and only a little slower to build other people up than he was himself. True, no matter the topic of conversation, it tended to come back to being about him. But he laughed at everyone else's jokes and paid everyone compliments, compliments that sounded sincere however much it felt like he was making a point of finding some way to flatter everyone around him.

If he'd been a mortal, he'd have been destined for either elective office or the upper echelons of corporate power. As one of us, Iva was probably right that he'd be a future Patriarch if he'd had the ambition.

What he lacked in ambition, though, his sister more than made up for. If left to her own devices, she'd have talked about herself as often as her brother did. But every time she tried to make the conversation about her, he'd gently steer the ship right back on course. Her attempts to make sure that I noticed her sexuality were anything but subtle. And she was pretty catty towards her mother, taking every opportunity that she could to remind us that her mother was a mere mortal, or point out how much smaller her mother's breasts were, or mock her mother's fashion sense. Not that I thought anyone who wore leopard print was in a position to criticize people on those grounds. Nor did I even see anything wrong with the way Holly was dressed to begin with.

That said, she was also plainly nervous as hell. Her voice shook a few times. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back again, and gulped down drinks like the Prohibition was going to make a comeback at midnight. And when Holly and I started to discuss the social construction of gender norms and the politics of regulating sex, a topic that seemed to interest Todd and Sean not at all, causing them to quickly start up a side conversation about football, Melanie had come alive. She'd also, in the process of offering some intelligent thoughts, forgotten to try so hard to act sexy.

After that, I wanted to tell Melanie to take a step back and realize that between her athletic achievements and the intellectual firepower she seemed determined to hide for fear of intimidating guys, she had enough going on without trying to be the ultimate object of male desire. Hopefully Cindy was right that it was just part of being a teenager. It couldn't have helped that her brother was so fucking perfect in just about every way. That probably didn't include academically, but something told me that if and when Mel graduated college summa cum laude, that wouldn't really put her anxiety to rest.

I could definitely see why Iva was worried about this one.

Patrick, on the other hand, I didn't get much of a read on at all. He was very quiet. Most every question I asked of him elicited a one or two word answer. He liked industrial music. When he mentioned that he played guitar, I asked if he was any good at it. All he said was, "No." Besides music, he liked horror fiction and video games. But he thought just about everything else under the sun was lame. Including family functions.

Before long, I decided I'd earned the right to go talk to my parents. Mom embraced me in a tight hug while Dad slapped my back.

We were still discussing my captivity, though I kept trying and trying to change the subject, when the party ground to a complete halt.

Iva and Cindy screamed simultaneously.

I closed the distance between us in a fraction of a second. No one else was far behind.

Jack lay in his own blood. Some of it leaked into the swimming pool. Crimson tendrils slowly spread outward through the blue water.

Patrick backpedaled, bloody fist upraised. "Long live the king," he said.

"What did you do?" Natalie shrieked.

Dad restrained his two sisters, both of whom looked ready to attack Patrick.

The rage pouring off of Iva made my teeth chatter.

"I thought you'd be happy," Patrick said, looking at Natalie. He didn't seem to be aware of anyone else. "You left when the throne was stolen from our family. Now we have it back."

"Jack was family!" she screamed. "I left because I couldn't bear to watch people I love do such horrible things to one another!"

Rob grabbed Natalie, hugged her tight. He glowered at his son, but didn't seem to have any idea what he should say. I couldn't blame him.

I gathered up all my power, transported us to a bubble affixed to the mortal world, and dropped a heavy veil on everyone. Priority one was to get a succession ritual underway, lest Patrick's words be taken as establishing him as the new king.



Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 03



Homelands: Autumn
Part Two
Chapter Three


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Part Two picks up where Part One left off.  Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One and Two before reading this.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot.  Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen.  All acts are consensual.
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As I made my way up the stairs from the basement to the kitchen, I noticed that something was wrong.  I felt like I was living in more than world at the same time.  The body I felt and saw wasn't the body I thought of as mine.  But then it was again.

Memories flashed through my mind.  I'd done this.  The disorientation I felt was the aftermath of, what, a spell I'd cast?  I was a wizard of some kind?  That didn't sound quite right, but it was close to the truth.  The family had been under threat.  Someone had killed cousin Jack.  And I'd transported us to a place where we could all feel safe.  My parents' house, at Christmas time.  Yes, that was it.

When I reached the kitchen, I noticed another effect of my spell.  Or maybe it was another spell altogether.  Maybe not even one I was responsible for.  Because, while I found it easy enough to remember why I'd brought us here, I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I'd made my sister and mother look like that.

Natalie leaned back against her husband, Rob, whose hands were wrapped gently around her narrow waist.  Nat had always been attractive, but she was well into her forties.  Which was not to say she was no longer attractive.  Just that it was a more mature beauty, one that was easy enough to appreciate for a man who was also in his forties, but might not have appealed so much to younger men.

At least, that was what the front of my mind was telling me I knew to be true.

And a middle-aged woman who was still beautiful even though her body was now a bit pear-shaped and her full breasts were beginning to succumb to gravity's inexorably pull did indeed flicker at the edges of my vision.  As I might expect of her, she wore baggy sweat pants and oversized sweater.

But, mostly, when I looked at my sister, I saw something quite different.  The woman who was drinking coffee and discussing plans for the day with our mother certainly sounded like Nat.  But she could easily be mistaken for a woman in her early twenties, unless you looked really close at her face.  And she looked better than I thought I remembered Nat having looked even as a teenager.

This version of my sister had flawless skin, lustrous dark-brown hair hanging down to her delicate shoulders, and a killer body.

That body was not hidden in baggy clothes either.  This other version of my sister wore tight black pants that might as well have been painted on.  She was sporting a prominent camel-toe.  Her legs were nicely curved, her muscles toned.  Not quite as shapely as I preferred, but more than a little impressive.  Her tank-top was so tight that her breasts, which looked like large grapefruits, seemed to be demanding that I stare at them and think the kind of thoughts a man should not think about his sister.

Really, really should not think about his sister.

Those thoughts had perhaps come unbidden, but no less smoothly for it.  It had taken me a minute to even realize what I was doing.  If I'd had such thoughts at all, shouldn't they have felt strange and wrong and shameful?  Or just about anything other than natural?

I felt no more shame when I looked at my mother, who also only seemed to look the way she should on some superficial level, while appearing to be something else beneath.  The woman bending over to put cookies in the oven was a heavy woman in her early seventies.  A typical grandmother, as devoid of sex appeal as possible.  But she was also a young woman with a body that defied reason, gravity, biology, and other authority figures.

If Natalie's breasts were like grapefruits, Mom's were like watermelons.  They bounced around with her every motion, no matter how small, threatening to spill out over the front of her apron.  Which was, of course, the only thing she wore, besides a thong.  Because, you know, that's how women dress when baking cookies for the holidays.

Mom's ass anchored the weight of her chest.  It was thick, round, and soft, but it stood out behind her, rather than sagging towards the floor.  No ass that size could be so free of dimpling and cellulite, yet hers was all the same.  Her lower body was soft in all the right places, but clearly shaped by dense layers of muscle underneath the generous padding.  As thick as her ass and thighs were, her skin was impossibly smooth, her ankles and knees delicate and slender, her calves like baseballs.

In fact, despite her huge ass, curvaceous legs, and massive breasts, Mom's waist was not a great deal thicker than Natalie's.  It was thicker, yes.  But not by anything near the same margin as the difference between her hips and those of her daughter.  Everything but her thighs, ass and breasts belonged to a woman only slightly less fit and trim than Nat.

Mom's hair, cut in a perfect bob, was sleek, shiny, and black as ink, save a few strands of silver.  When she leaned towards the window and the morning sunlight fell on it, red highlights appeared.  Those gorgeous raven locks, matched by thick and lightly arched brows, cast such a deep contrast with her fair skin that even without that body, she'd have been breathtaking.  Her lips were full, her brown eyes large and bright.  Her face was a bit soft, her nose a little broad, and there was a sad look to her face.  But she was still gorgeous.  And though I was sure other men would say Natalie had the better body, I simply couldn't agree.  This fantasy version of my mother had my blood fit to boil.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  Or my reaction to it.  What on earth would have made me use my magic to do this to my mother and sister?  Assuming it had in fact been something I'd done that transformed them so.

But I didn't think it was.  Like when a word is on the tip of your tongue, I knew that I knew what was happening, but I just couldn't quite manage to remember what it was.  There was a reason why they looked the way they did, and why I felt absolutely no guilt for the illicit thoughts I was having.  And it would come to me any minute now.

"Merry Christmas," Natalie said as I ascended the final stairs.

Rob mumbled a similar greeting.  Was he looking at me with jealousy?  Had he caught me lasciviously staring my eyes out at his wife?

Mom came over and hugged me, going up on tip-toes to kiss me on the cheek.  Her love pillows pressed against my chest.  I let my hands fall from her lower back, where they gravitated naturally when I embraced her, southwards.

Heart pounding like I'd just run a marathon, I decided to just go ahead and do it.  Couldn't help myself.  I squeezed her ass.  Gently at first, but with increasing vigor.

She didn't react in any way.  Maybe it hadn't even happened.  Maybe all the unreal images were only in my head.  That would almost make more sense.

Fuck, her ass felt good.  I want to slap it, bite it, tongue-fuck her asshole.  Then come around front and play with those huge, soft breasts.  Take one nipple at a time in my mouth while fondling the other heavy bag in my hands. Wanted to motorboat and titty-fuck them.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," Mom said with a warm smile.  Not a lusty smile.  Just the kind of smile mothers were actually supposed to give their sons.

If she wasn't having the same thoughts as me, why didn't she seem to care about the way I was kneading her ass between my hands like dough?

"Same to you," I said, kissing her on the forehead.

Mom smiled and ran her small hands over my hard chest.

My hard chest?  I was a tenured professor who spent entirely too much time at his desk.  In my youth, I'd always been stockier than I wished, and over time, I'd come to look back on stocky with nostalgia.  

Yet that didn't sound right.  It was like a description of a character I'd been asked to play or something.  Somehow, when I glanced down, the body I saw felt familiar and right.  I hadn't been transformed or replaced.  This body, a body that one part of my mind was telling me was foreign, was, according to another part of me, essentially the same exact body I'd had for some years now.  It was the one that truly belonged to me.  Even if it was the kind of body you found on the cover of weightlifting magazines.  Well, except for the fact that I hadn't been shorn of all body hair.  I had short tufts of curled chest hair and a faint happy trail leading into my silk pajama pants.  Not enough hair to hide my broad, swollen pecs or the hills and valleys of my shredded abdominals, but enough that I looked like a man rather than a freak.

"Why don't you go see if Todd and Holly would like to join us for coffee?" Mom asked.  "The kids won't be up for hours."

"Too right," Rob said with a snort.  "Pat won't be up before noon, the lazy bum."

Natalie slapped his hand.  "Don't call your son a lazy bum," she said.

Mom had not slipped away from me yet.  I ran a hand through her hair, tucked a lock behind her ear.  Her eyes, so wide and dark, surrounded by long, thick lashes, had me all but hypnotized.  Not so much so, though, that I didn't stare down the front of her apron, taking in the view of her stunning cleavage.  Most men would find those breasts too large, the same as they would her ass.  I was sure of it.  They were way, way more than a handful.  But I wouldn't wish them any smaller.  As far as I was concerned, there was just more of her to play with.  And only in the exact right areas anyway.

I suddenly remembered she'd asked me a question.  And it hadn't been about what I wanted to do to her breasts.  It had been about Todd.  And Holly.  And coffee.

"Okay," I said.

Natalie looked at us without expression.

We kissed each other on the lips before Mom pulled away.  An innocent little peck.  But it sure got my blood flowing.  I watched her ass sway as she walked over to the counter.

"None of the kids are awake?" I asked my sister.

"Nope," Natalie said.  "Pat and Sean were up all night playing video games.  They were still awake when I was getting up."

"But!  They're most definitely not lazy bums," Rob rushed to add.

Natalie smiled over her shoulder.  "They haven't seen each other in a long time."

"Mel should be up pretty soon though," Mom said.  "Did you know she gets up most mornings at four to practice gymnastics?  And still has a 3.9 GPA?  I don't know how that girl finds the time for everything."

"She's impressive all right," I said, wondering what excuse most of my students had for getting such bad grades when none of them were likely to be headed to the Olympics.

What students?  When had I ever stood at the front of the classroom?

I was more and more certain that the personas and appearances that made us seem normal were illusions.  The hyper-sexualized versions of us were the real ones.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"Just out at the woodpile.  Can't have Christmas without a fire," Mom said.

"Right.  Got to ward off that balmy Florida winter," I said.

Mom smiled.  "We may have moved out of the northeast, but his heart is still there.  I'm not sure he'll ever forgive me for taking him away from his skiing and his hiking.  As if we could keep paying those taxes, or his old back could take another New York winter."

I chuckled.  That sounded just like Dad.

And, strangely, it did.  I was sure this too was a lie.  Dad's back was fine.  And I wasn't sure my parents actually lived in Florida.  But the man I'd grown up with would protest often and loudly if he'd ever been forced to move.

I glanced at my watch.  Not much past eight.  "You sure Todd and Holly will be up?  I don't want to wake them."  After a moment, I corrected myself.  "Well, I'm sure Todd is.  The day he doesn't beat the sun out of bed, he'll turn in his uniform.  But Holly?"

"I just got a Merry X-mas text from her," Natalie said, holding up her smart phone.  "A few minutes before you got up."

Mom pressed a tin of cookies into my hands.  "Take this over there with you."

"Mom," I said.  "I'm not going to see the neighbors.  Technically, that's your house still."

Natalie laughed.  "And you'll see them in a few minutes."

Mom blushed.  "I know.  But I don't care.  Take them with you."

"To the apartment above your garage," I said.

"Shoo, shoo," she said, waving her hands at me.  But she still looked like a fertility goddess, even as she was playing the part of traditional matron and Keeper of the Christmas cookies, and sounding like the woman I'd grown up with.  It was all kinds of disorienting.

Not to mention titillating.

Being reminded of my mother as my mother a moment after I'd been fantasizing about giving her a rimjob and titty-fucking her and much else besides was like a splash of cold water across my face.  Finally, a hint of the guilt I should have been feeling showed up.

But it was only a hint.  And that only turned me on more.  I wanted to fuck my mother.  And my sister too, as long as I was at it.  But I didn't want it to feel normal and okay.  I wanted it to be wrong.  Wanted them to know that I was so hot for them that I didn't care how depraved it made me to seduce them.

Would they be open to that?  Were they as immune to socially appropriate feelings of revulsion at the very thought of incest as I was?

I hadn't noticed them staring at me as blatantly as I was at them, but somehow I was sure that yes, they were.  That in fact, I'd fucked both of them many times before.  Especially Mom.  I couldn't really remember it, not in any detail, but I had the vague sense that it had happened.  I'd been a teenager the first time I had sex with my mother.

And, strangely enough, we'd both looked almost exactly as we did now, even back then.  I was sure of that, as little sense as it made.

"Well, are you still here?" Mom asked, swatting a dish towel at me.  "Off with you, already!  Those cookies aren't going to deliver themselves."

"Okay, okay," I said.

"Careful," Rob said.  "I accidentally violated one of the cookie rules this morning by stealing one off the tray while it was still warm, and you should have seen what happened.  I might only be her son, but I'm not sure it'd be any safer for you."

Natalie slapped his wrist playfully.  "Oh, stop, all she did was pinch your cheek."

"Yeah, but it was embarrassing.  Made me feel like a little kid," he said.

Mom, Nat and I laughed at that.  Then I slipped out the kitchen door to the driveway.

I bounded up the steps to the garage apartment, taking them three at a time.  My breath was steady as could be when I finished, my heart-rate unaffected.  I wasn't sure that would have been true even when I was eighteen.  Maybe it would have been, but if so, it probably shouldn't have been.  It certainly shouldn't have been now.

Yet, in a way, everything felt right.  Everything.

#

As soon as I walked in, Holly rushed over and threw her arms around me, pecked on the cheek, and wished me a merry Christmas.  I kissed her back and returned the greeting.

The embrace was a bit too warm, I thought.  I didn't know her that well.  I'd hardly seen her and Todd over the years, especially when he'd been deployed abroad.  And we were the kind of family that hugged rather awkwardly.  At least, when we were pretending to be ordinary mortals, we were.  And that was all it was, was pretending.

Was Holly like us?

There weren't two different versions of her.  And the one and only version of my sister had the face of a woman who was well into her forties.  A woman who even now looked better than most women in their twenties, if not as good as she herself must have at that age, sure.  But compared to the supernatural beauty of my mother and sister, the slight imperfections in her face stood out.  She had deeper wrinkles than even my mother did, at least the version of my mother that I was almost certain was actually the real one.

I also noticed that Holly was wearing a family appropriate outfit.  Her pajama pants were black silk patterned with tiny silver kittens, and her white T-shirt was a few sizes too big.  As I recalled, she didn't have much curves to be hiding under the baggy clothes anyway, but her choice of attire was still telling.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought that was as to be expected.  She was not, in fact, like us.  I wasn't sure what exactly that meant. Wasn't sure what exactly we were, or why there were super sexy versions of us fighting to edge out our more ordinary guises.  But whatever the story was, it didn't apply to my brother's wife.

Holly stepped back.  She craned her neck to look up at me.  Even in my idealized form, I wasn't much above average height.  But Holly was just so small, in both height and build, that I felt like her son Sean must have around everyone else.

"You hungry?  I made bacon and eggs," she said, reaching for a covered frying pan.

I rubbed my eyes.  Glancing around the small apartment, which besides the two adjoining bedrooms wasn't much more than the a tiny kitchenette and sitting area with a couch and TV, it hit me.  "Where's Todd?"

"He went for one of his runs.  Last night, he said he wasn't going to, so I made breakfast enough for three.  But when he got up this morning, he said he needed to preemptively work off some of the excess calories he expected to consume today.  You know your mother and the holidays.  Cookies, cakes, and treats everywhere.  Not to mention the feasts she calls dinners.  I've made my peace with it, but you know Todd.  Anyway, he left a while ago, so he should be back in twenty minutes or so."

"Oh," I said.  "Well, speaking of holiday over-eating, Mom sent these over," I gestured with the cookie tin.  "And I'm supposed to ask if the two of you will join us for coffee."

Holly took the cookies from me with a chuckle.  She popped the top, eyes going wide at the variety of delights contained therein.  "So it begins," she said with a chuckle, taking out a piece of homemade peanut butter fudge. As she nibbled at it, making sounds typically reserved for the bedroom, she added, "Stay.  Eat.  Otherwise, it will go to waste.  If Todd's pretending to be good, I'm sure he won't eat bacon and eggs.  And then after he gets back and showers, we can all go down for coffee."

I shrugged and said, "If you insist."

"And I do," she said, fixing me a plate.

It was getting towards lukewarm.  But it was good.  The bacon was crisp but not cooked to the point of crumbling, and the scrambled eggs were neither runny nor dry.

"So what are you doing up this early?" she asked.  "I'm used to it because of Todd.  But what's your excuse?  Thought you were a night owl."

"Just couldn't get back to sleep," I said.

Holly smiled into her mug of coffee, pretending her eyes weren't roaming up and down my body.  "Christmas always does that to me.  Used to be because I couldn't wait to see what I got.  Then it got to be that I couldn't wait to see the kids faces when they saw what I got them.  Guess it never changes."

"Yeah," I said, unable to think of anything less noncommittal.  "Not that I'd know about that last part.  The kids."

Holly blushed.  "Forgive me if this is too blunt."  A pause for a slow sip of coffee.  "Why didn't you ever marry?  I never got a straight answer out of Todd."




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 03



"Probably because there's no straight answer.  Just didn't.  No particular reason."

She raised an eyebrow at me.  "Is that so?"

No, there was more to it than that, I thought.  There had to be, didn't there?  But I couldn't for the life of me think what the real answer was.  On some level, it felt like just yesterday I'd been young enough that no one thought to ask why I'd "never" married.

Where had the time gone?  Why did everything between my last year of college and now seem like something I'd read about instead of something that had actually happened to me?

"You're not asking if I'm gay, are you?" I asked.

She blushed more deeply.  "God, no.  I've heard some of...no."  She laughed, a bit too emphatically.  "Nooo.  I was thinking more that you're afraid of commitment.  But that seems strange, since Todd has always made you sound like the more sensitive one.  Of course, a pile of rocks is more sensitive than my Todd, but still."  My sister eased across the counter closer towards me.  "Is that really it?  Never been much of a one-woman man?"

"Nah, that's not it.  I mean that didn't stop Todd."

She slapped my arm and I almost dropped the plate.  "Jackass."

"Seriously.  You make it sound like I'm one of those guys who's always ending relationships the minute the woman starts dropping hints about marriage.  But that never happened."

"So, what, you've never even been in a serious relationship?" Holly asked.

I thought about it.  "A few, back when I was young."

"That's," she laid a hand on my arm gently, "sad."

"I guess it might sound it.  But I'm not lonely or unhappy.  I mean, not everyone wants married life, believe it or not.  I'm not trying to disparage it.  I understand it works for a lot of people.  Not as many as try to make it work for them, maybe, but still, lots of people.  It's just that I'm a terrible workaholic, and relationships take time."

That almost felt like it was true.

But probably only because I'd been one of the few students in college who was capable of realizing that my professors were actually people, and the ones that were active with their research did seem to be serious workaholics.  So maybe the detail only rang true because I was sure it would fit if I actually was who I claimed to be.

"So you never wonder what it's like to know that there's always going to be someone there to warm your bed?" she asked.

"Sure.  And you know what I really fantasize about?  Having to negotiate about every little thing, from credit card bills to what's for dinner and what movie to watch.  And I can't believe I missed out on two years of sleep deprivation, vomit, and diapers."

"Do any of you actually speak English?  It's all sarcasese, all the time with you guys," Holly said with a faint smile.  "So I guess your right.  Having to spend holidays with this family is definitely one of those terrible sacrifices marriage involves making."

I finished the food, gently laid the plate in the sink and ran some water on it.  When I turned back around, Holly was standing even closer to me than before.  I could smell her.  Not just her perfume and her shampoo.  But the excitement dampening her panties.

"You should have told Todd that if he needed to get some exercise to offset the holiday gorging, that he could do that without getting out of bed."

Her eyes went wide.  "Frank!"

"What?  Tell me you weren't thinking the same thing.  That he missed a golden opportunity to remind you of the perks of married life."

She didn't answer.  At first.  After an awkward pause, too long for what followed to have any credibility, she asked, "How do you know he didn't?"

"Okay.  Well, you know, I understand how this sounds, lifelong bachelor that I am.  And I'm sure things change over time, after kids and so on.  But I can't help thinking that if it were me, your knees would be wobbly, your hair an absolute mess, and you'd have the kind of blissful, feeling-no-pain look on your face that only comes from morphine and marathon sex between two lovers who know each other's bodies and desires inside out."

Holly's breathing accelerated, her modest breasts rising and falling.  "Is that so."

"Yup."

"So you're really concerned about whether your brother is taking care of me."

"I'm a nice guy.  I like to see people happy."

Definitely some pupil dilation.  And her nipples were hard as rocks.  "Nothing else."

"Right.  Nothing else.  I'm certainly not hitting on you.  Making roundabout comments about how Todd should have gotten you off a half-dozen times before getting out of bed-"

"Morning, Mom, Uncle Frank," Mel said with a yawn as she walked into the common room, wiping eye crispies away with one finger.  "Merry Christmas," she added, though the yawn made it sound more like, "Mewwy Qwismas."

Holly fixed Mel the last plate of bacon and eggs then said, "I should go shower.  Todd's going to want it when he gets back."  As she headed back towards her bedroom, she turned back and said, "Mel, honey, didn't you say something last night about wanting to talk to your Uncle Frank about some book you read in your sociology class?"

"It wasn't a book, Mom.  In the upper level courses, it's all journal articles."

"Right, right.  So tell him about your journal articles," she said before leaving me alone with my niece.

Mel looked at me and shrugged.  "It was stupid really.  I'm sure you've heard the argument before."  I could almost hear her cursing her mother for bringing it up.  Poor thing.

So we proceeded to discuss the debate about whether the incest taboo was an evolutionarily stable strategy for ensuring healthier offspring or an arbitrary, if nonetheless powerful, social norm.  If she was reading about that in a sociology class, it wasn't hard to guess which side of the debate the articles she'd read came down on.

I was somewhat familiar with the argument.  But not because of any research I'd done as an economist who specialized in the study of family economics, as was allegedly the case.  I dimly recalled having read about the debate when I was a college student.  And it didn't sound like the debate had progressed much since then.

But wasn't I just in college a few years ago?

Which made very little sense.  Something supernatural was going on, sure.  But that only took you so far.  Unless, of course, whatever it was not only meant that time had little effect on our bodies, but that we didn't actually move through time in a linear fashion.  That was more than I could wrap my head around at just the moment though, hard as I was trying to fake some kind of understanding of the research Mel was asking for my opinion on.

If I had to have a detailed conversation abut my research with a real economist, I'd be exposed for a fraud right away.  But, thankfully, even though the work Mel wanted to discuss was on a topic that was somewhat related to my nominal research interests, it was in a different field.  I thought maybe even if I actually was an economist, that alone might mean that I could get away with not having more to say than I did.

For that matter, she was asking for my reaction to the argument some sociologists had put forward critiquing an argument evolutionary psychologists had long taken for granted, and I had plenty of excuse to claim ignorance of both.

"Well, we don't really know that inbreeding causes birth defects, just that it introduces less variation.  That's not quite the same, right?" Mel asked.

"Right," I said, sounding more confident than I was.

"So maybe they're right that we're mostly disgusted by the idea, even amongst consenting adults, because society tells us we should be.  The same way most people are strictly hetero, even though we'd probably all of us be bi if we hadn't been conditioned to think it was weird and wrong to be attracted to the same sex," she continued.

"Makes sense," I said, though I wasn't entirely sure about that.  If my lack of interest in other men was simply a reflection of society telling me I shouldn't like other men, society had done a bang-up job.  Of course, that wasn't much of an argument.

I told her about the few studies I sort of remembered having read on my own back when I was in college.  Whenever that was.  Studies that were consistent with the idea that incest avoidance was a social construction.  It sounded like they'd either been the same ones she'd read in this class of hers, or she'd read follow-on studies inspired by the ones I'd read.

"But, I mean, as interesting as that idea is, and as an academic myself I have no small sympathy for a counterintuitive argument, doesn't it just make your bullshit detector go haywire?  For example, can you really say that the only thing preventing us from taking advantage of the fact that neither of your parents are around is that, when you were a child, you heard lots of people say that it's wrong for blood relatives to be intimate with one another?" I asked her.

"Well, we're not going to be alone for long," she said.

I chuckled.  "Okay, but so what?  I mean, they can join in too, right?  We're all adults.  If incest is no big deal, then what's stopping you from getting started with me then switching to your father when he gets home?"

"Now you're just being obtuse," she said.  Holding up her pointer and middle fingers, she said, "Two things.  First, even if it's true that it's all a social construct rather than a biological imperative, that doesn't mean it's exactly a weak or superficial force.  Like a typical economist, you're assuming that culture is just something you can wave away."

I started to protest, but then, it wasn't really worth it.  She could rag on my supposed profession all she wanted, it was no skin off my nose.

"Second," she continued, "if it was true that people were just as capable of being attracted to people to whom they were closely related as other people, that wouldn't mean they necessarily always were.  Why would I want to let two older men have their way with me, want to cheat on my boyfriend, even if you and Dad weren't blood kin?  I'm not one of those sorostitutes, you know."  One corner of my niece's mouth turned up.  "Plus, I mean, it's not like you're even all that attractive."

"That so?" I asked.

She nodded.  "Ayup."

"And what about your father?  You can't tell me he's not.  Man in a uniform.  Ridiculously good shape.  Women have been fighting over my brother all my life."

"Well, sure, he's hot," she said.

I flung a packet of sugar at her.

She howled with laughter as she stepped back, shielded her face instinctively with her hands, and blocked the pathetic little projective with a thigh.

A rather thick, meaty, thigh.  I almost hadn't noticed, since she'd been standing on the other side of the counter.  Her shirt was loose enough that it was possible to only observe in passing how awesome her breasts were while we were talking.  And awesome they were, particularly given that she had so little body fat.  But one look at the equally impressive curves she had from the waist down was enough to set my heart racing.  My niece's shorts left only slightly less of her body exposed than would have been the case if she'd chosen not to wear anything but her panties.

Her body was not exactly the type I generally preferred.  But whether they were mostly muscle or deliciously soft, curves always got my attention in a way that a body like Holly's never would.  However, my sister might be prettier, even at her age, than her daughter.  Mel had a fairly deep tan, and I'd never been crazy about that.  Turned me off quite a bit, actually.  And her eyebrows were either naturally thin or had been sculpted down into puny little things.  Her nose was a bit too broad too.  I guess she got that from her father's side of the family, since the same was true for my mother.  

Still, my niece was far from ugly.  And she didn't need to have the prettiest face in the world to have blood rushing between my legs.  Not with a body like that.  Not after having spent fifteen minutes talking about incest.  In a detached, academic sense, to be sure.  At least at first.  But part of my mind didn't seem to be bothered by the distinction.  All it knew was that my niece and I had just been discussing incest, at length.

That was fucking hot.

Just then, we heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to the apartment.

"Speak of the devil," I said.  "He's home.  Maybe you can show me what you're willing to do with a member of your family, so long as he's hot enough."

"Maybe I will," she said.

I felt pre-cum leak out and dribble down the rounded tip of my cock.

My brother walked in before I could reply.  He didn't look like a man who'd just run several miles.  He wore camo utility shorts and an olive green T-shirt, as he might wear to the track, but there wasn't a drop of sweat on him, nor any damp spots on his shirt.

Except that was only true for one version of Todd.

Like Nat, Mom, and myself, he mostly seemed to be standing before is in an exaggeratedly sexy form.  I caught one tiny glimpse of another image.  The latter version was drenched in sweat, with dark stains reaching from his collar to his waist as well as below his pits.  In that guise, Todd had a bit less muscle, and a little less definition.  His face looked a little older.  But overall, the two versions of Todd had a lot more in common with one another than was true of everyone else.

Well, not including Mel.  Only now that I thought about it did I realize that I'd seen another version of her ever so briefly.  In her case, the main difference was just that her ordinary version wasn't wearing any makeup and had smaller breasts.  Perhaps there'd be a few other slight differences, but I hadn't had a chance to notice.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" Mel said.

"And to you," he said.  He looked over at me.  "Frank."

"Todd," I said.

"Where's your mother?" he asked Mel.

"She said she was going to take a shower.  But that was a while ago and, come to think of it, the water hasn't been running for some time.  Maybe she went back to sleep?"

Todd shrugged.  He went over to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and drank half of it without coming up for air.

Maybe he really had gone for a serious run.

Mel came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso.  "Uncle Frank doesn't think I believe that you're handsome.  Isn't that crazy?" she said.

Todd grunted.  "He's just jealous.  I would be too, if I were him."

"That's not exactly what I said."  I told Todd all about our conversation.  "So, you see, I was just trying to call her bluff, get her to admit she doesn't really buy some overly contrived academic argument.  Thought maybe she'd be quicker to say `Eww, gross,' if I asked her if she'd have sex with you.  But, well, she's certainly stubborn enough to be your daughter."

Todd held Mel in place with a hand atop her red hair and spun around to face me.  His daughter was now plastered to his chest instead of his back.  He stroked her hair gently while addressing me.  "She is, that.  But she wasn't just being stubborn in this case."

"Here we go.  Two against one," I said.

My brother shook his head.  "No, no, fuck that.  I could care less about academic debates.  You know that.  I'm not trying to make a point.  I'm saying my lovely Mel isn't afraid to show how much she loves her Daddy.  Isn't that right, sweetie?"

Mel giggled by way of response.

"You wouldn't believe how well this girl can suck a dick," Todd said.  "Baby, why don't you show Uncle Frank?"

She started to drop to her haunches, but he grabbed her upper arm.  "Not me.  Him."

Mel slowly turned to regard me.  And smiled a smile that told me this was no joke.

Despite all the signs that were already out there telling me that our family was not like most families, as I watched my niece slowly settle down on her haunches, run her hands over my thighs and abs, and pull my stiff cock out of my pajama pants, all I could think to myself was "No fucking way this is happening."

She stared with wide eyes at my manhood.  I'd seen myself bigger, I knew.  Perhaps we not only could switch back and forth between our true selves and convincing imitations of ordinary mortals, but could further improve upon our already impressive fantasy versions.  The moment the thought occurred to me, I knew it for the truth.  But I didn't bother, for now.  Even at the baseline, I had something of a monster.  It was a good three quarters the size of my forearm.  Sure, I could make it every bit as long and thick as my forearm, but there was no need just now.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Daddy, but he's got at least one reason he doesn't need to be jealous of you," Mel said, licking her lips.

Todd laughed.  "Let him have the one."

Mel licked my pre-cum away with a furtive twitch of her tongue.  "Just trying to make me admit I didn't believe the argument, huh?"

I didn't reply.  Just ran a hand through her soft, dark red hair.

My niece giggled again before engulfing me.  She took me in her mouth slowly at first, her full lips creeping along my helmet.  But just as she reached the expanse of smooth circumcised foreskin, she pulled out all the stops.

"Whoa, whoa.  Are you trying to get me off or make me cry uncle?" I asked.

Todd groaned at the terrible pun.

But poor choice of words aside, it was a valid question.  Mel was overwhelming me.  Her tongue was nimble, and focused like a laser on providing intense stimulation to my most sensitive parts.  Her lips were soft and pillowy, and the light touch of her fingers on my balls was a nice addition.  Even so, it felt better than I could have imagined.

Like she'd reached inside me and turned the dial on my pleasure receptors to high.

I didn't last a minute.

Mel coughed a few times as I fed her a rather generous load of cum, but every last drop of her uncle's jizz went down her throat in the end, even if she had to use her fingers and tongue to get it back in her mouth.

When I finally looked up, I saw Holly had rejoined us.  She stood next to her husband, stark naked, stroking his cock slowly while she watched her daughter fellate her brother.  "That's my girl," she said when Mel licked the last glob from her finger.

"Okay, now you can remind Daddy of how good you are," Todd said.

"Thank you," I told my niece, planting a kiss on her cheek.  "If that's what happened every time I lost an argument, I'd make a point of being wrong more often."

She laughed, patted my little guy on the head, told him goodbye, and walked away.

"I'd offer to let you compare," Holly said, slipping over to me.  "But I know I can't hold a candle to my daughter.  And you probably need a minute to recover anyway.  So, how's about you show me what kind of oral talents you've got?" she asked.  With that, she turned her back to the island counter and hopped up onto it.  Feet planted firmly on the marble counter top, she spread her legs, reached down, and played with her pretty lips for me.

She was hairier than I was used to.  Or rather, hadn't groomed herself the way most women I'd been with did.  It wasn't that she had a monster bush or anything.  But her pubes surrounded her lips.  And I noticed that her lips were a little gray, rather than strictly pink.

Still, I wasn't going to refuse.

Unlike Mel, I was a teaser.  I used the soft back of my tongue to gently lick first one of her outer lips, then the other.  Then I simply let her feel my warm breath against her womanhood before throwing a quick slash of my tongue down across the hood that covered her clitoris.  I continued in that fashion, working slowly and tenderly on her labia while giving her more sensitive parts only the briefest attention.  But gradually, I worked towards more and more direct stimulation, less and less teasing.  Holly shuddered and sighed softly, guiding me inward with a hand on the back of my head.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 03



By the time I had two fingers inside, curled back towards me, and was sucking and nibbling on her stiff clit, she was kicking her heels against the cabinet doors, pressing against my head with an almost uncomfortable amount of force, and cursing like a sailor.

She tasted different than I was used to.  Salty, sweaty, and not at all sweet.  But then why should I expect her to taste sweet?

As she climaxed and I drank something other than her secretions, it came to me.

Holly was a mortal.  The rest of us were not.  We were sex gods and goddesses, or demons, or something much more than human.  And the women of our kind all had their own unique taste, a little subtle hint of something sweet that swam underneath the usual taste of pussy.  Natalie tasted like chocolate.  My mother, blackberries with a hint of raspberry.  But there was no sweet finish to Holly's juices.

There was a lot more I still couldn't remember.  But it would come back to me soon.  I'd placed a veil on all of us, and when I'd done so, I'd made sure it hung more lightly over my own memories than those of some of the others.  If Holly had had more to give, the whole thing might be gone already.  But mortals couldn't serve up the same amount of energy.

So I suggested Todd and I switch.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "Soon as Mel...ungh...finishes me off again."

Once she did, Holly got down on her back so her daughter could pick up where I'd left off eating her pussy while her husband titty-fucked her.

For my part, I went around behind my niece and took her doggy-style.  Nothing compared to fucking a woman with real curves from that position.  Except maybe having her on top, so my hands were free to explore the wonders of her body effortlessly.  One or the other.  I guess the real important part was that she be built like a woman.

Mel's ass was tight and muscular.  When I slapped it, it barely shook at all.  But it was just so big and round, and her hips so much wider than her waist, that it was still deeply arousing.  And she knew how to do things to me from inside that I wouldn't have guessed a girl her age would have figured out yet.

When I finally brought her to climax, she opened up fully, and a torrent of energy poured into me.  That did what the trickle I'd sipped from her mother could not.

Every last remnant of the veil was scoured away in an instant.

That's when I started to show my brother's family just how strong I'd become and how much I'd learned in the year's I'd been away.  Eventually, I split myself into three different bodies, and between Todd and I, we spit-roasted and DP'd both his wife and daughter a few times each.  But I didn't stop there.  Though I took it easy on Holly, my voluptuous redheaded niece got the full treatment, including tricks I hadn't even shown my mother yet.

But soon enough, that was where my mind turned.  I'd shown Todd's two women plenty of fun.  It was time to go find my mother.

#

To my great disappointment, Mom shot me down when I made a pass at her.  At first, I'd thought that maybe I'd slipped up and laid too heavy a veil over her memories, and had a miniature panic attack as I wondered how she'd react to her son trying to talk her into having sex with him if she really, truly believed we were a normal family.  But when she told me I would just have to wait until later, because she was planning to give me a very special gift for Christmas this year, I calmed down.

As time ticked slowly by and I waited for Pat and Sean to wake up so we could commence unwrapping the gifts, Mom's little ploy started to really drive me nuts.  Part of me appreciated the hell out of it, knowing that when the time finally came, we'd both enjoy it that much more.  But part of me thought it was just about the cruelest thing she'd ever done.  But part of me thought it was just about the cruelest thing she'd ever done.  She didn't understand how badly I needed to have her.

Todd, Holly and Melanie joined us about twenty minutes after I left them.  We sat in the living room, watching parades on TV, drinking coffee and eating Christmas cookies.  We talked about travel plans, the weather, work, school, and politics.  In short, we made our best effort at putting on a show of being a normal family.  It was a damned painfully difficult farce to keep up.  Especially since none of us really seemed to be bothering, except in the most minimal, superficial way.  There were plenty of hushed side conversations that were somewhat less than wholesome even though the main conversation remained innocuous.  Or, rather, viciously sarcastic, but entirely devoid of sexual subtext.

I couldn't understand what the point of it was.  We weren't fooling anyone.  If we could just dispense with the pretext, maybe Mom wouldn't make me wait until everyone was up.

But even after Natalie and Todd made a flimsy excuse to run up to the garage apartment, where they remained for the better part of an hour, and Melanie pulled the same trick with Dad shortly after my brother and sister returned, Mom still simply shook her head when I looked a question at her from across the room.

Eventually, I could take no more, and I jerked off in the bathroom.

#

It was almost noon when the boys finally came downstairs.  They stumbled and shuffled about like zombies, barely opening their eyes, and returned wishes of Merry Christmas with more grunts than words.  I might have thought it pathetic if I hadn't been the same way once.  In fact, I still wasn't much of a morning person.

That said, typical youthful behavior though it might have been, it was hard not to be a little resentful.  I didn't appreciate having to put off my surprise gift for hours.  The task of waiting patiently for whatever Mom had planned for me was getting to be all but unbearable.

As we began to settle down in the living room, gathered around the tree, my heart raced.  How was Mom going to give me my present without the others knowing?  We were still pretending, at least publicly, that nothing was happening.  She wouldn't give me my present in full view of the whole family, would she?  Though that would certainly be interesting.

Sean and Patrick were, of course, the last to join us.  They'd insisted on having some coffee and a bite to eat first.  Which they rest of us had all had a chance to do, so in a sense, it was only fair.  But I really wanted to tell them that if they wanted breakfast, they should have gotten up before noon.  I held my tongue though.

When the two of them finally settled down on the floor, they finally started to notice what had happened to the women of our family.  At least, judging by the looks on their faces and the bulges in their pajama pants, it seemed like they must have.

Now we had only to wait for Mom to take some quick pictures of us marveling at the tree and the pile of perfectly wrapped presents.  That took a few minutes that felt like hours, but at last, we were allowed to begin.

I tore into the first few boxes excitedly.  Excitement soon gave way to cautious optimism.  Then mounting frustration.  Where was this special gift?

After forty minutes of unwrapping, running commentary from the various wise-asses of the family, and amateur photography, we had each amassed piles of clothes, electronics, books, toiletries or cosmetics, and so forth.

Might as well've been lumps of coal.

Oh, to be sure, the gifts were nice enough.  It was just that, after what Mom had said earlier, they all seemed so mundane.

However, while we were near the end, there were still a few more gifts.  And just then, I noticed that Mom had slipped out of the room.  I felt a glimmer of hope.

She returned wearing a new outfit.  It would appear that I'd been too quick to despair after all.  The sexy little Mrs. Claus number could not have been more perfect.  The centerpiece was a loose-fitting red velour dress trimmed with faux white fur.  Loose though it might have been, it covered so little it hardly counted as more than a corset.  A thick black leather belt with a huge gold buckle cinched the dress tight just below her enormous breasts.  The mountainous cleavage eft exposed by the scandalous neckline had me not just rock hard but oozing pre-cum.  Her breasts were so huge, so soft, so white, and, at present, squeezed high and tightly together by the thick leather belt sitting beneath them.

To go along with the dress, she wore thigh-high sheer white stockings with red stripes and ruby-red patent leather heels.  A red and white stocking cap topped off the ensemble.  But I was only minimally aware of these accessories, so fixated was I on the way the dress paid appropriate homage to my mother's godly breasts.

Todd choked down a mouthful of tepid coffee as Mom strutted into the room, each step sharp and precise.  Mom held her arms straight down at her sides, with her palms stretched outwards.  After she reached the middle of the room, she spun around and leaned forward, until her torso was parallel to the floor.  That hiked her little dress up and gave us all a glimpse of her glorious ass.  Her cheeks, like her breasts, were huge, soft, white and round.  And framed beautifully by the red garter holding up her stockings.  She either wasn't wearing any underwear or the spaghetti strip of a thong had disappeared into the deep crevasse between her two cheeks.

We all offered various indicators of appreciation, from catcalls to oo'ing and ah'ing.  I was sure that some of the guys were just being polite.  An ass that size, and that soft, didn't appeal to everyone.  But myself, I wanted to caress, slap, kiss, and bite it.

"You look incredible, Mom," I said.  "Not that you don't always.  But wow."

"Thanks, dear," she said.

"He ain't fucking kidding," Patrick whispered to Sean with an elbow to his cousin's ribs.  "Did you know grandma was built like that?"

Sean shook his head, eyes wide.  "News to me, man.  News to me."

"Well, don't you want to finish?  There's still more gifts under the tree," Mom said.  As she did, she slipped back off to the side of the room, unblocking the path to the tree.

Mumbling various combinations of niceties and obscenities, we resumed the ritual.  As if there was nothing unusual about Mom wearing that outfit, or about the sexual tension in the air that was now so thick that, if you weren't careful, you just might choke on it.

Dad got up, walked across the room, and played with the fire.  He gave his wife's ass a good slap as he passed by her, eliciting a whimper that itself made me want to whimper.  But otherwise, it was like everyone instantly forgot the scantily clad sex goddess.  Or forgot that she was a scantily clad sex goddess, rather than an aging matron.

"Oh, wait, wait, sweetie.  I'd actually like you boys to open those all at once," Mom said as Pat gathered up one of six identical flat little boxes that were tucked away near the base of the tree.  They looked like they contained gift cards. "And, if you would, leave them til the very end, after everything else has been opened."

My heart sank to my stomach once more.  Were we all getting the same thing?  I suppose I shouldn't have cared if that was true.  As long as they weren't actually gift cards.  But I'd somehow convinced myself that Mom was planning something special just for me.  I felt selfish and spoiled for having thought I was entitled to that, now that it seemed obvious that I was wrong.  Of course Mom wanted to make today special for all of us.

Holly opened up the skimpiest little bit of lingerie and thanked Sean for it.  We all laughed awkwardly.  For a moment, I think we all suspected it actually was from Sean.  The way his eyes lit up, there was no question that he was imagining her in it.  But Holly quickly confessed that it was a joke and hugged Todd.

Finally, Mom, who had yet to sit back down, instructed us to open the remaining gifts.

Sean and Patrick had the shiny silver wrapping paper torn to shreds fastest.  At more or less the same time, they each held up their playing cards for the rest of us to see.

"Just what I've always wanted," Pat said, looking at his Jack of Clubs with a frown.

"Umm, thanks, Grandma," Sean said, studying his Queen of Hearts no less quizzically.

Mom smiled deviously but didn't respond.

Rob shrugged, said, "Mine's a Jack too.  Diamonds."

I stole a glance at Dad's Queen of Spades before unwrapping mine.  The Jack of Hearts, for all that meant to me.

Todd chuckled as he held up the King of Hearts.  "Looks like I won," he said.

"So what's the story with these?" Sean asked, flipping his card over as if expecting to find something written on the back.

Natalie started to snicker, trying to hide it with a hand in front of her face.

"Wait, Mom, do you know?" Pat asked Natalie.

"I might have helped come up with the idea," Natalie said slowly.

"That you did, dear," Mom said.  "Boys, be sure to thank her when you get the chance."

Pat scoffed.  He kept his mouth shut, but we all knew he'd wanted to say, "For what?"

I laughed nervously.  They'd tell us when they were ready, and not before.  I knew my mother well enough to know that.  Dad and Todd also knew better, and simply sat quietly, staring at their cards.

But the two youngest men were determined to get the women to squawk.

"Well, obviously, these aren't the actual gifts," Sean said.  "They represent something."

"Aren't you clever," Pat said.  "I think even Grandpa figured that much out."

"Hey!" Dad said.  "What do you mean, 'even Grandpa?"'

Mom's smile grew wider and wider.  Natalie got up off the couch, scampered over to Mom, put her arm around the shorter woman's shoulder, and whispered something in her ear.  The two started giggling.

Bouncing on her heels, Natalie said, "Okay, we have an announcement to make."

"And what's that?" Pat asked.

"You have to guess what they mean," Natalie said.  "If no one gets it within the first five guesses, you have to sleep on it and guess again tomorrow.  If you can't guess then, you'll just have to be happy with your other presents."

"New cars?" Dad said with a goofy smile.

A few of us threw wads of crumpled wrapping paper at him.

"There goes one guess," Mom said.

"Can I use up their guesses?" Melanie asked.

"No," Natalie said.  "Though that would be fun."

Mel's shoulders slumped.  "Aww.  I like watching them suffer."  All four of the women snickered at that as if it was the wittiest thing ever.  "Will you at least whisper it in my ear?"  Natalie nodded and the two slipped out of the room.  We heard Melanie squeal from the kitchen.  She came back giggling.  "They're never going to guess that!" she said, a bit loudly, as she sat back down on the couch and whispered in Holly's ear.  Holly's eyes went wide then she burst out laughing, hands over her stomach.  "No, they definit-"

"Sex favors," Todd said.

Everyone looked at him, mouths agape.

"What?" he asked, with a wounded tone.  "I'm not supposed to say it aloud yet?  I mean, how much more obvious could it be, right?"

"Well, he has a poin-"

"Glad someone finally said it, becau-"

"I actually thought it might just be me.  Man, that's a rel-"

Mom cleared her throat.  "Okay, okay," she said.  Everyone fell silent.  "Todd's right, of course.  We all sense it.  I'm not sure what 'it' is, but I love you all too much not to want to share it with you.  So you're all going to get a special gift from me."

"And, what, better cards, better favors?" Pat asked, looking confused.

Or perhaps it was just disbelief, because it seemed pretty obvious that had to be it.

Confirming his guess, Mom laid a finger on her nose.

Natalie slid back out from behind our mother.  She toyed with the drawstring of her skintight pajama pants as she approached her son.  "We chose the cards randomly, believe it or not.  But don't worry, honey.  If Grandma leaves you feeling a little frustrated, Mommy will pick up the slack."

Pat's eyes went wide.  He stared at Natalie as if seeing the real her, the sex goddess, for the first time.  He nodded appreciatively.

"Random draw, huh?" I asked.

"Only fair," Natalie said to me without taking her brown eyes off her son.

"In principle.  But in practice, it's not.  Not really.  If you leave room for chance, and it will always go Todd's way."  I turned to Todd.  "Is this like part of your powers or something?  You're never dealt a bad hand?  That why you never lose at anything?"

He snorted.  "Oh, please.  I wish I was supernaturally lucky."

I didn't reply.

He stared at me flatly.  "You're serious?  Come on, man.  Sure, sometimes I get lucky.  But no more than anyone else.  I think you just remember the times I do because it helps you believe that when I whoop your ass at cards or darts or whatever, that's luck too.  But it ain't.  You're just a loser.  Simple as that."

I laughed and punched his arm.  Some things never change.

My sister sat down next to her son and leaned back against the couch, moaning sensuously.  Her hips writhed as if someone was caressing her.  Pat still couldn't manage to get a word out.  Just stared at his mother, dumbfounded.

"So what exactly is each card worth then?" Sean asked, clearing his throat.

Mom smiled at him.  "Well, sweetie, a Jack means Grandma is going to give you a lap-dance, and finish you off with her hands.  A Queen means we end with a blowjob.  And, of course, the King," she stared at Todd, who feigned indifference, "can do whatever he wants."

"Lucky bastard," I mumbled.

He smiled at me, lips pulled back to his ears.

Meanwhile, Melanie climbed into Dad's lap.  She ran a hand over his smooth cheek with one hand while gripping the back of his neck with the other.

Mom pulled the coffee table out into the middle of the room then gestured for Rob to sit on it.  He did so without a word.  Natalie turned on some music and Mom got to work.

She teased us for a few minutes before straddling her son.  Soon enough, she was grinding her hips against him and swinging her Santa cap like a lasso.  Her gorgeous black hair whipped about wildly as she did.  Rob even had the nerve to say, "Ride me, cowgirl," without any irony or shame.  He slapped my mother's fat ass, and I almost made a mess in my pants as I watched the aftershocks ripple across her smooth, white skin.

Mom's only response was a slight, high-pitched whimper, followed by soft cooing.

Fuck.  She wanted that great big ass slapped.

Soon, I'd be the one slapping it.  But anything other than right now was quite simply not soon enough.  My chest felt tight, my airway constricted.

Just then, Natalie crawled over to me on all fours, abandoning her poor son.

Pat was crestfallen.  He'd apparently hoped she'd come back after setting up the music.

Even after reaching the couch, my sister remained on her knees.  Her hands slid up my legs and her fingers slipped inside the waistband of my boxers.  Staring up at me through her heavy eyelashes, my sister said, "You'll be up soon.  But I bet I can get you off before Mom finishes with my husband."

As if just getting the memo, Holly floated over to her nephew, Pat.  Upon her arrival, some of the disappointment of seeing his mother ditch him for me seemed to fade.  Something awfully close to a smile even formed on his generally dour lips.

Holly bent over, raked her nails through his hair, then dropped to her haunches.  Her ass was now pressed against the tent in his pajamas.  With her other hand, she guided one of his up under her shirt, toward her modest breasts.

Natalie whipped my boxers down around my knees, freeing my hard cock.  She stared at the mini baseball bat with eyes wide and mouth agape.  Taking me in her hands, my sister jerked me slowly, her hand moving in fits and starts.  She giggled nervously.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 04



Homelands: Autumn
Part Two
Chapter Four

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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Three before reading this.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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Todd took his time with Mom. Not because he was enjoying her for her own sake, as I would have in his shoes. No, to judge by the taunts he tossed out to the rest of the room, what he was really enjoying was rubbing our faces in the fact that he was the king.

If it bothered Mom that he was using her to make a point, or that he was being quite rough with her, she didn't let it show. In fact, she rather seemed to enjoy it. She encouraged him to hit and choke her harder, to continue calling her names.

Add another one to the list. And this time, it was one of her sons.

But that was something to worry about more later. It was only fair to Natalie to let her be the center of my universe for at least as long as I was inside her.

Even if her own attention was itself plenty divided now that Dad had joined us.

A good while later, when Mom finally told Todd she could take no more, everyone else seemed to take that as a sign that the festivities were over for now.

Dad looked at his watch. "Just barely have time for a shower before I head to the airport to pick up your aunts." Looking at Natalie, he added, "Did you enjoy yourself, baby?"

She moaned contentedly before collapsing on the couch. She looked like she might fall asleep right there, even though she was practically naked and drenched in sweat and cum.

Holly pulled herself away from Sean and Patrick, looking equally worn out. Maybe more so, if that was possible. "I'm afraid I think I've had all the fun I can handle for now too. Don't have superpowers like you all."

Rob coughed, holding his hand up like a student waiting to be called on in a classroom. "Not all. I'm with you. I think I'll take my lovely wife here up to bed and the two of us can do what normal people sometimes do in bed. You know, sleep."

Melanie grabbed her father and her brother and led the three of them towards the garage apartment. Neither looked the least bit tired.

That left me and Mom alone with Patrick, of all people.

"Mind if I join you two?" he asked.

"Sure, honey," Mom said before I could say anything.

Maybe I should have anyway. But the kid had to still be pretty well under the influence of my veil. I didn't think he was going to try anything stupid just yet. By the look of him, he didn't have anything but sex on his mind at the moment.

Besides, I wanted to talk to Mom, alone, with her memories restored, before deciding what to do about Patrick. So I slipped up behind Mom, patted her fat ass with one open palm, and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna hang back. Let him feel special for a bit. Meanwhile, maybe you can suck him dry and the two of us can have that alone time?"

She purred and reached back behind her to give my semi-erect penis a love tap.

"Okay, enough of that," Pat said, stepping closer to Mom. He put one hand tentatively on her hip and stared over her shoulder at me.

Slinking away, I held up my hands in surrender.

My nephew smiled at me the way few people other than Todd could. It was a smile that said I'd be a fool to think I was his equal, yet still seemed to express genuine satisfaction at my defeat, for all that it seemed strange to take any pleasure in triumphing over someone who allegedly offered no competition whatsoever.

He made as if to kiss his grandmother, but when she went up on tiptoes, he covered her face with his hand. "On your knees."

Mom obeyed his command.

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, but like my mother, said not a word.

"There's only one way to treat a slut," he said to me. "I don't even get off on this, to be honest. Dominance and submission isn't my kink. Nor yours, I take it. But it is Grandma's, isn't it? And you just can't stand that, can you? How does it feel to know that she's hotter for me right now than she's ever been for you, my legendary Uncle Frank? The man who has so much power and talent that half the damn women in the family are in love with him. Yet you can't really satisfy the one woman you wants most. Doesn't that just make you want to put your fist through a wall?"

Not a \emph{wall}, no.

The collapsed and messy remnants of man's head, looking like nothing so much as a rotten pumpkin that had been smashed with a baseball bat, filled my mind. That was what I'd done to Silas' traitor, after Devouring his wife and daughter. I'd never once in the years since that had happened thought about it without feeling a little sick.

Until now.

I took a deep breath, hoping that when I spoke, I could keep from betraying my emotions. It wasn't easy. I winced a little with each cough or gag my mother made. Pat wasn't receiving a blowjob from her. He was fucking her mouth and her throat. Rather aggressively.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Honestly, I don't really know," he said. With one hand, he gave my mother's hair a sharp tug. She squealed. Or tried to. With his cock in her mouth, the sound got muffled. He looked down at her with what I think was supposed to be a smile, but looked more like a grimace. "I'll tell you what I don't want, and that's for you to slow down. Whore. Suck that fucking dick."

Without a word, my mother went back to gobbling on his cock.

"At first," Pat continued, looking at me, "I wanted a normal family. Wanted my mother to behave like a mother should, instead of teasing me, walking around the house looking like a whore. Oh, sure, she claimed she didn't know what I was talking about when I told her that I knew, that I'd seen her true face, and that I knew it was her true face. But I saw the recognition in her eyes. Eventually, though, sometime after she finally told me the truth, I think I started to want her. Wanted to see her look at me the way you look at Grandma."

"What's that got to do with me? Or your grandmother?" I asked.

He sneered. "What's that got to do with you? Are you fucking serious? You mean you don't even see it?"

I shook my head slowly from side to side. "Honestly, I haven't got a clue what you're talking about. Or why you're so angry."

My nephew barked a mirthless laugh.

"She'll never moan for me the way she did for you, in this very room, just a little while ago," Pat said. "I don't know what you did to her, but I've never seen her like that. At first I thought the problem was Todd. The way she always talks about him, all the pictures she has of him all over the house. There are few enough of you. So I figured you were an afterthought. But I see now that I was wrong about that."

"You're crazy," I said.

He glanced down at Mom, frowned, pulled his cock out of her mouth, then smacked her across the face. Hard. "Bitch. No one told you to use your teeth."

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Damn right you are," he said, pressing his dick to her lips again.

It was a wonder I didn't accidentally set the house on fire, my anger was burning so hot.

"You're not going to try to feed me some bullshit about how she told you how much she loves me, I hope?" he said, turning back to me. "Because I can see the truth plainly enough with my own eyes. I know it's her brothers, not me. Will never be me."

"No," I said. "She didn't tell me that. I'm sure she does love you, in a way. If not quite the way you want. But you're crazy if you think I'm the reason things aren't the way you want them to be with her. My sister has never had the same feelings for me that she had for Todd. And never will. If you have to be jealous of someone, and I assure you that jealousy will not win her over, you've got the wrong uncle."

"Do I?" he asked as he continued bucking his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep into my mother's throat. "Somehow I doubt that. But it doesn't really mater. You're the one in love with a slut who'll let me treat her like shit. I'd love to see the same look on Uncle Todd's face that I'm seeing on yours right now, but I don't really have any way of doing that, so I'll just have to settle for this."

What I felt just then wasn't quite relief. Having to watch him treat Mom like this was bad enough. But it was good to know that, for now, making me feel the jealousy he himself felt was as grand as his designs went.

When more of his memories returned, that would change. It would have to, once he remembered what he'd done. Unless he was even more a blind fool than it was beginning to sound like he was, he'd realize that the rest of us weren't likely to turn a blind eye to that. And that would make him desperate, and dangerous.

For now, though, I could grit my teeth and wait for his little game to be over. Odds were it was bothering me more than Mom, even though she was the one on her knees.

Like Nat, my mother was no delicate little flower, and wouldn't appreciate it if she thought I saw her as one. Besides, the very first time she'd taken me as a lover, I'd seen her let Dad do worse to her than her grandson was doing now. No doubt, it was different when it was coming from a man that loved her, as my father did, or at least once had. But she could take care of herself.

In fact, she chose that moment to prove it.

Pat's eyes rolled back in his head. "What...ungh." 

I couldn't see what Mom had done, but whatever it was, it clearly worked.

Spasms wracked my nephew's body as he climaxed again and again. The color drained from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat soon coated his forehead and torso.

Realizing just how literally Mom had interpreted it when I'd asked her to suck him dry, I ran around behind him and caught him in my arms just as he started to fall. I carried him to the couch and dropped him like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't worry, he'll be okay," Mom said, as she rose to her feet. The bruise Pat had left her healed right before my eyes.

"I wasn't worried. But how do you know?" I asked.

"Didn't Devour him did I? Anything short of that, our kind eventually recovers from."

I snickered. "You're something else, you know that?"

"And don't you forget it," she said with a smile. "Now, go have a drink or something. Meet me in my bedroom in twenty minutes. I want to shower and get ready for you."

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Just as I was starting to wonder what was keeping Mom, the door to her bedroom opened. I sat up straighter, but stayed put. Didn't want to seem too overeager.

"Sorry I took so long," Mom said as she slipped into the room.

My jaw went slack. On the one hand, I knew every curve of her body. The way she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted had been seared indelibly into my memory. Yet, at the same time, I wasn't sure I'd ever really get used to the idea that it was possible for a woman to be built like that. To have a waist that thin yet hips and breasts so generous. There were times, such as just then, when I felt as though I was seeing her for the first time.

The only thing Mom wore was a length of red ribbon. Loops of it bit softly into her supple thighs, curled about her calves, and formed something of a sleeve down one arm. One huge breast was pressed flat against her chest by the fabric, though the other sat atop it. She'd tied a bow out of the ribbon by her navel. Aside from that, she was completely naked.

"I just wanted to prepare one last gift for you," she said, holding her hands out, palms up. She gave one hip a good shake, making her most delicious parts ripple.

"It's, um, very nice," I said, feigning a lack of interest.

Mom scrunched up her face and shook her fist at me. "Oh, you. I oughta punch you right in the nose." She looked down at herself then back at me. "Seriously. Do you like it?"

I slipped out of bed and walked over to her, tucking my erection up in my waistband. My hands slowly slid across her body, delighting at the soft, cool feel of her skin. Eventually, I brought my hands back together at the bow.

Mom stared up into my eyes with bated breath, lower lip trembling. "Well?"

Without a word, I deftly undid the bow and pulled away the ribbon, letting it fall the floor. I stepped back and appraised my gift.

Mom grabbed my biceps in her hands, squeezing tight, and, through clenched teeth, said, "I need you inside me. Right-"

Moving faster than she perhaps knew I could, I whipped around behind her, turned her to the side, bent her over the bed and prepared to enter her.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Frank. I love when you get a little wild," she said.

I fucked her like that for a while. But before long, I pulled out. Then I had her climb into bed and get on all fours so we could do doggy-style properly.

It was just like the first time we'd ever been together. Only this time, she didn't need to tell me when to grab her breasts and when to fondle her ass, because I summoned a few extra hands. The hands that were actually attached to my body held her broad hips for support. With some of the others, I groped, caressed, and slapped her fat ass, fondled and squeezed her huge, soft breasts, mashing them together. One stroked her hair, every now and then giving it a firm, but not harsh, tug. Another slipped down between her legs and frigged her clitoris. Still more hands rubbed her back and shoulders and caressed her thighs. Finally, the last two hands alternately eased back and pressed firmly against the soles of her feet, working in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of my dick into her pussy. 

Eventually, mouths opened up in the palms of some of the disembodied hands, and I sucked on her puffy nipples while gently cupping her breasts. 

Mom had learned a few tricks of her own while I'd been gone. Though she was down on all fours, I felt one of her hands fondling my sac. She then followed my lead and grew a mouth in the floating hand and sucked on each ball in turn.

And that was just what we were doing physically.

We waged an unseen war, trying to numb ourselves partially to the pleasures we visited upon one another, while simultaneously trying to heighten one another's sensitivity.

The net result was that, most of the time, the pleasures of the flesh were no more nor less intense than they ought to be. But here and there, for a few fleeting instants, it would feel like everything got dialed up to eleven, and I'd be all but on the brink of tears.

Our climaxes arrived more or less right on top of one another. Hers began just a moment before mine, and it may well have been the spasms of her walls that sent me over the edge.

I almost felt sorry for poor Nat and Rob, who were in the room above us, trying to sleep. Our screams practically brought the roof down atop our heads.

Mom collapsed beneath me. I dismissed my small army of backup hands.

"That was perfect, baby," Mom said, rolling onto one side. "You have no idea how-"

Again, I cut her off.

This time, it was only with a kiss. But while we explored each other's mouths, I also explored her body with one hand. And this time, my hand was supercharged with sexual energy. So much energy, in fact, that as it passed over her body, it randomly emitted crackling blue bolts. Not tiny little things that tingled and titillated, like so many members of the family sometimes discharged. No, each charge brought Mom to climax. They were small, brief orgasms. Not like the monster she'd just had when I was inside her. But even so. In the span of two or three minutes, she got off no fewer than a dozen times.

When I finally took my mouth from hers, she gasped for air.

"Nice trick," she said.

"Not really. But we're working up to those," another me said from behind her.

Mom giggled. "Two can play at that game." There were now two of her as well.

Not to be outdone, I split my consciousness into a third body as well.

"Okay, now I'm impressed," Mom said.

So we had a two person five-some. Mom went on all fours and sucked me off while, with another body, I fucked her doggy-style again. Meanwhile, I lifted her up into the air, sat on nothing, and, with the two of us suspended in the air, had her ride me.

But as strong as I'd gotten while I was away, showing off like that took a lot out of me. And though I'd sort of had ample opportunity to fuel up, what with my mother achieving orgasm in one body or another every few minutes, she had me cumming just as often. It would have been hard to keep ahead even if I'd been willing to drink more deeply from her when she was vulnerable than I in fact was.

So after we'd been going at it like that for nearly ten minutes, I told her I needed a break. Thankfully, she was ready for one too.

Suddenly, a mere two bodies plopped down onto the bed.

We lay on our backs, side by side, holding hands, grinning uncontrollably.

Trembling, Mom said, "I got myself off a couple of times in the shower, thinking about you. I've missed you so badly. And you should have seen your face this morning. I mean, everyone enjoyed themselves. At least, I hope they did. But only you looked at me like you might die if you couldn't have me."

I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. "I've missed you too."

"I kept thinking that, eventually, the ache would lessen," Mom said. "But if anything, it only got worse over time. And I just hate that the last time we were together was when your cousin helped me unlock your memory of our first time. Maybe it was just in my head, but I got the impression you didn't really like everything you saw there. And we never even had the chance to talk about it. I couldn't stop thinking about that."

"That show you put on was perfect. I'd spent all morning thinking you had something just for me planned. Watching all those other guys get their turn on the coffee table...and of course Todd got to be king...it's a good thing we just did what we just did, or you might have had a case of spontaneous human combustion on your hands."

"And you think that by telling me how much you enjoyed it, I'm somehow not going to notice that you dodged my question?"

"You didn't ask a question," I said.

"Well, just now, I most certainly did," she said. "And you definitely dodged that one." She sighed and sat up, hands folded in her lap. Without meeting my gaze, she said, "I was right, wasn't I? Even though he's gone now, you're still jealous of Dom."

I sat up as well. "No, that's not it."

"But there is an 'it?"'

"Yeah, okay. I guess there is," I said, scratching the back of my head.

She placed a hand on my thigh. "Mommy doesn't want you to be mad at her."

"It's stupid. Doesn't even matter," I said.

"Apparently, it does." 

I laid one of my hands over hers. "I'm not mad at you. If anything, I'm mad at myself."

"About what?" she asked.

"I can't help but think that you want something that I can't give you," I said. "And that, because you know I can't, you won't ask for it. But I care about you too much not to feel bad about it all the same."

Her voice hardened. "And what, exactly, is it that you think you're not offering me that I want so badly? I'd like to know, since it's news to me."

I slipped out of bed and took a few steps towards the door. "Can we not talk about it?"

She drew a deep breath, held her hands up in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that. This is about rough sex, right?"

I nodded.

"And seeing me with Todd earlier made you even more upset?" she asked. "And...and, I suppose, the whole thing with Patrick. Even though you know I didn't want that. I was just going along with it so we could get some information out of him, and so he wouldn't see it coming when I decided we'd heard enough."




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 04



Again, I nodded. But then I hurried to add, "I'm not upset. I'm not judging you."

"Funny, it feels like you are."

"I should go," I said.

"Don't. Don't do you dare!" she said. "I cried my eyes out over you almost every day for damn near three years. You can't just walk away from this."

"From what? I thought this isn't a relationship. It's just sex, right? Those were your words, you may recall. Patrick can talk about people being in love all he wants. That doesn't make it so. That simply isn't how it works for our kind, right? It's the one line we won't cross. Even Brianna wouldn't have."

"Honey, I'm your mother! What do you want from me?" She lifted her hands up and brought them down hard on the bed, though the gesture was somewhat less dramatic given that the bed covers absorbed the force of her blows without much sound. Then, more softly, she said, "I'm sorry. Obviously what we have is not just sex, Frank. I don't know what it is. That's an ugly conversation for another day. The point is, we both know I'm not just another lay to you and neither are you for me. So, please, let's talk this out like adults."

I walked back over to the bed and sat down, facing her. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy. And I hate the idea that there's ways I could, but you wouldn't even let me if I wanted to, because-"

"Honey, it's not like I can help the fact that I like it when some guys go there. But you need to understand that what gets me off is knowing that I excite powerful emotions in the guy I'm with. For some guys, that only really happens one way. With you, it's different."

"Yeah?" I asked.

She laughed nervously. "Yes! Of course. What else would it be?"

"I don't know. Some women...I don't know."

"Aww. My baby's such a romantic." She touched my cheek, smiling wistfully. "In a way, it's kinda sweet that you can't even talk about it without blushing. But let's be clear. I really don't want you to do that. And it's not just because I don't want you to do anything your uncomfortable with, though obviously that's also true. The bigger point, though, is that, while your inside me, I'm not thinking, 'Why won't he just smack me around some more and call me his whore?' You do things for me, to me, that no man can. And that's what I want. That's what I need. Nothing more. So just forget all about that dirty, scary stuff Mommy lets some men do to her, okay?"

"Can I just say, nothing makes me want you more than when you talk to me like I'm still a child. That's so fucking hot. Really makes me feel good about myself."

"Oh, Frankie, you'll always be my baby," she said, using a nickname I hadn't heard since I was twelve. Then she promptly added, "I know, I know. Again, not hot." She reached between my legs and stroked my flaccid cock with two fingers. "You think maybe we can do something about this?"

"Might be possible," I said.

"Tell me more about this Deirdre. And the woman you were imprisoned with. The one that sold you out," she said, continuing to stroke me.

"Why? What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Well, for starters," she asked, positioning herself to jerk me off with her big, soft breasts. "Did they do this for you?"

I snorted by way of response. But I didn't want her to think I was clamming up, so I ran a few fingers lightly through her hair and smiled at her.

"They did, did they?" she guessed correctly. "But I bet their breasts were smaller."

"Got that right," I said. My little guy was getting to be less and less little.

"And I'm sure they did this for you," she said, wrapping her full lips around my helmet. Her lips worked back and forth gently, never sliding so far as my foreskin. Just caressing my sensitive head over and over.

I was fully erect again already. "They did," I said.

Now that I'd reached my full length, she could wrap her soft pillows around my shaft and still take me in her mouth. And not just the head at this point. I moaned softly, continuing to stroke her raven tresses. Fuck, I'd missed her mouth.

While still sliding her breasts up and down along my shaft, she lifted her head up a bit and asked, "But when they did, you must never have had that strange feeling you get when you're thinking of her both as your favorite lover yet also aware that she's the same woman who helped you learn how to read and write and how to drive, who showed embarrassing baby pictures of you to your first girlfriend." She smiled. "Doesn't that just drive you crazy when you're with me?"

"Oh, god, Mom," I moaned. "You have no idea."

"Actually," she said, with an amused grin, "I think I do. It's even stranger for me. At least you never knew me as anything but a grown woman. Here I am, holding my son's huge, throbbing cock between my breasts, the taste of his pre-cum fresh in my mouth, and I can still remember when you were smaller than your manhood is now. It's the strangest, sexiest, sickest, most surreal and sinful thing I can imagine. And it gets me so wet just thinking about it. It was my womb that gave you the gift of life, and there's still no gift you'd like better to receive from me than going back inside, is there?"

"No, there isn't," I said.

Mom leaned back, depriving my cock of the pleasure of being trapped in the valley below her majestic peaks. But then she climbed up and mounted me cowgirl, offering me the still greater pleasure of sliding back inside that warm, welcoming place.

"Did you think of me when you were fucking them?" Mom asked.

"Not as often as I should have," I admitted.

Mom's lips tightened. But she bounced up and down on my pole no less furiously.

"What about you?" I asked. My hands, of which there were once again a great many, went to work all over her divine body. "Don't tell me your bed was cold while I was gone? Who did you try to replace me with? And did you picture me when they made you cum? How often did they make you cum?"

"Every guy I could get my hands on," she said.

My heart raced. A few of my hands got a bit more aggressive. Tugged on her hair a bit more firmly. Slapped her ass a bit harder. Tweaked her nipples a bit more sharply.

"Mmm, yeah, baby. Do with me whatever you will."

I started bucking my hips faster, thrusting up into her hard enough that I could see the ripples echo up through her flat but not quite hard stomach and her huge breasts.

"But no, none of them...ungh...made Mommy cum the way you do."

A few of my extra hands winked out of existence. I replaced them with spectral mouths. While I fucked my mother harder and harder, I licked her clitoris, gave her a rim job, sucked her toes, and nibbled gently at her puffy nipples.

After a monster orgasm overtook her, I gave her a brief reprieve. Then I set about showing her a few more of the tricks I'd learned from Deirdre.

#

A knock came at the door to my parents' bedroom. I groaned in protest. "Go away," I whispered, too softly for whoever it was to hear.

Mom smiled, touched her hand to my face tenderly. "We can't stay in here all day."

"Yeah," I said, pulling one of her curvy legs over my waist and running my hand up along the smooth skin of her inner thigh towards her ass. "But maybe just a little longer."

"Hello?" Sean called from outside the room.

I sighed. Mom took my hand and placed it on my chest. She slid over me, out of the bed, and drew herself up to her full height, which was scarcely over five feet. She stretched, arms above her head and back arched, making a beautiful display of her massive breasts. "Coming," she said. She blushed, presumably realizing that could be taken two ways.

Climbing out of bed, I slid up behind Mom and reached around to grab those fabulous breasts. Mom allowed me to have my fun for a moment, but only a moment. Then she stepped away. "Clean yourself up," she said before doing just that herself.

Some of the aroma of sex left the room. Mom's hair looked like she'd just left the stylist. And a skimpy nightgown appeared out of nowhere, covering less than half of her giant ass. "I'll see you again later." Then she went to the door and opened it.

With a sigh, I focused on cleaning up all the sweat, cum and other secretions clinging to my body. I also freshened my breath and donned a pair of black silk pajama pants.

"Grandpa says to tell you to go say hi to your aunts," Sean said. The comment was obviously directed at me, but his eyes were glued to his grandmother.

"Thanks, Sean," I said as I walked up beside Mom. I planted one hand on her ass and kissed the side of her head. "And thank you, Mom, for a delightful afternoon."

Sean finally glanced at me. He smiled. "Cindy and Iva are in the kitchen, talking to my dad and Aunt Natalie."

"And your grandfather?"

"Over at the garage apartment. Mel insisted that our mother give him a try."

I laughed at that. "Got tired of you, did she?"

"Ha! Other way around. I can fuck my sister and my mother any time. Not every day I get to see what a woman with real experience has to offer," he said.

My mother smiled demurely back at him.

I laughed and patted my nephew on the shoulder as I walked passed. "Thanks again, Mom. Merry Christmas."

"Same to you, dear," she said.

"My, my, Grandma, what big breasts you have," Sean said.

"The better to seduce you with," Mom replied with a giggle.

I shook my head as I left them and headed for the kitchen.

Todd was holding Natalie's hand behind her back. The two of them stood hip to hip, stealing quick glances at each other while pretending to pay attention to the conversation they were having with our two aunts.

Looking at my brother and sister acting like high school kids, I couldn't help but smile.

I also couldn't help but think about what Pat had said earlier. He couldn't have been right about Natalie feeling that way bout me, could he? I hoped not. She was an incredible woman. But I couldn't say I felt the same way about her. And, unlike Pat, I rather disliked the idea of making Todd jealous. As far as I was concerned, the two of them were as good together as any of us could be, given the awkward constraints our kind faced. The kind Mom and I had rather pointedly not discussed earlier.

Looking past them, I saw my two aunts, and my heart accelerated a little. Though I preferred brunettes to blondes, these two were simply delectable. Especially Iva.

At present, they looked a little less alike than they sometimes did. Mostly because Cindy's hair, as ever, was a dirty blonde, while Iva's, at the moment, was bright platinum. She generally wore it as either deep gold or a dirty blonde not unlike her sister's.

Had they bothered with mortal disguises, they would have been old women. Cindy was about the same age as Mom. Iva was a good deal younger, but she still should have been well into her fifties. But all I saw was two supernatural beauties of indeterminate age.

Even with Iva's hair lighter than usual, the two still did look a fair amount alike, at least from the neck up. And they were about the same height, which was little taller than any of the Orwin women. They both had exceptionally fair skin. Iva's lips were a little bit fuller, Cindy's features a bit sharper. Cindy's eyes were cornflower blue, Iva's deep brown. But all in all, we were talking relatively minor differences.

The story was a little different from the neck down, as they had fairly different physiques. Cindy was more athletic, and had a larger, rounder ass. Iva was a bit softer and didn't have as shapely a lower body as her older sister. But she had a glorious, hefty pair of tits. I could never decide whether I liked them better than Mom's great watermelons or not. They were about as big as you could get before men who weren't as obsessed with huge breasts as I was would start to say you'd gotten into the realm of too big.

Which, I suppose, was a long-winded way of saying they were perfect. But part of me didn't feel comfortable thinking of them that way. It felt like betraying my mother.

They weren't yet dressed in skimpy lingerie, which violated the house dress code, but they'd certainly have turned a lot of heads if that was what they'd worn for their trip. Cindy wore jeans so tight I honestly couldn't tell how she got them on. Her ass looked stunning in them. It wasn't as big as Mom's or even Mel's, but it was still big, especially considering how fit she was, how tight and toned her entire body was. A tight white tank-top clung to her breasts like a second skin. They might not have been particularly big, no larger than Holly's, but they were round and firm. The blue cardigan she wore on top added some sense of propriety, but less than it would have had she actually buttoned it closed.

Iva wore a loose-fitting yellow dress with a scandalously low-cut top. She didn't have her sister's lower body, but seeing that much bare leg still sent a little shiver down my spine. Like her sister, Iva too had a cardigan that she wore open. Hers was white, and only reached halfway down her torso, whereas Cindy's was full-length.

"Frank!" Cindy exclaimed, holding her hands out for a hug. Todd and Natalie moved out of the way, their interlocked fingers separating for a few brief moments.

"Hi, Aunt Cindy. Merry Christmas," I said, gathering her up in a full hug. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped back, making room for Iva and I to do the same.

I fidgeted with my hands. I'd come close to groping each of them. But apparently we were still pretending to be normal. Or they were, at least. Obviously the rest of the family had dispensed with that pretty decisively after we'd opened our presents. And Todd and Natalie weren't being half as subtle as they thought just now either. But even so, I thought I should wait until my aunts dropped the act as well.

"Will you help us carry our bags up to our room?" Cindy asked me. "All these strapping young men around, I didn't think I'd have to ask. Seems everyone's forgotten their manners."

Todd blushed and mumbled an apology.

"Sure thing," I said, heading back to the living room where they'd left their bags by the front door. "How was your trip? Must have been some serious traffic driving back from the airport. We expected you more than an hour ago."

"Uh, yeah, traffic was terrible. Just terrible," Iva said, hiding a snicker. "Your father nearly lost it. Several times."

Cindy blushed and smacked her sister on the arm. "The trip was fine, dear."

Good for Dad.

"You look great," Cindy said. "Have you always been this tall?"

"Not always, no," I said, realizing just how tall I was at the moment.

As strong as I'd become, adjusting my appearance had become so easy that I did it without even thinking about it. Mom preferred me not just a little taller, but a lot, and with a broader jaw and the beginnings of a beard. So whenever I was with her, that's the Frank she got. Iva didn't like her men as aggro, so I'd already pulled my waist in further and shorn some pounds of bulky muscle. But I guess I was still as tall as I'd been with Mom. It took so little effort these days to maintain even several extra inches of height, that I hadn't even noticed that slightly more energy was bleeding out of my Libido than would have been the case if all I'd done was slim down for Iva.

When we got to the end of the hall, I opened the door to the large double bedroom, put their bags down, and stepped aside. "Here you are, ladies."

Cindy immediately went over to one of the twin beds. She plopped down on it, pushed into the mattress with her hands. "Comfortable. Not very squeaky. That's good."

With a deft maneuver of her foot, Iva closed the door behind her. She trailed her fingers over the back of my hand as she walked past me. "Care to help us settle in?"

I cleared my throat. The last conversation I'd had with Aunt Iva left me a bit confused as to whether I ought to have my guard up around her or not. She certainly hadn't ruled out the idea of making a bid for the throne, that was for sure. Would this be a casual romp, or a potentially decisive clash between two of the major contenders for the throne?

Only a fool would rule out that possibility.

Granted, between Devouring two of our kind and spending years with Deirdre, during which time I'd learned all kinds of interesting tricks, I was not the same young man my aunt had first met. That man, who'd naively asked what a vassal was, and who'd never heard of Silas, was as good as dead. As she'd recently reminded me.

But Iva, having Devoured Silas' daughter, wasn't exactly weak herself. And I hadn't forgotten that when we'd first met, I'd had a hard time preventing her from drinking as much as she wanted from me, even though she'd barely even been trying. She'd been taking stock of my potential more than anything. This time, we might well be playing for keeps.

Plus, she'd have her sister to help her.

Aunt Cindy was not as powerful as her younger sister, to be sure, but she was not to be ignored either. Another factor to consider was that, as threesomes went, it was hard to top being with two women who were not just beautiful, but every bit as turned on by one another as they were by me. The Farrier sisters had a real chemistry, even if it was perhaps a bit stronger in Iva's mind than Cindy's.

All things considered, the prospect wasn't without a considerable upside, but it just didn't look to be a good decision. "I'm sure you can handle unpacking," I said.

Fuck. Was I really turning this down?

"Feels like you hardly brought anything with you," I continued. "There's towels in the bathrooms. Let me know if you need anything else."

Aunt Iva smiled, kicked off her heels, and padded over to the bed. She settled down next to her sister and started to rub the older woman's back. "We're still feeling pretty tense. Flying is such a hassle, these days. I swear those seats get smaller and smaller every year. You'd think that when they got to the point that little things like us feel cramped, they'd start losing business. My back is just so stiff." She looked down at her sister. "Isn't yours?" Cindy nodded. Iva looked back at me. "Are you sure you won't help us relax?"

In the blink of an eye, their clothes changed. Cindy wore blue thigh-high stockings attached to a white lacy garter, a blue bra with white trim, and a blue choker. White ribbons were tied in her hair. Iva's stockings were now black, and her dress had turned into a gossamer black baby-doll that didn't even reach her belly button. Not that it's length mattered much. What it did cover, it didn't conceal.

Bad, bad idea, Frank.

But, then, did it have to be? The odds that I'd come out on top had to be at least even. And if I did, I'd have the succession all but locked up already. With Iva out of the running, who else was worth worrying about? Mom wouldn't stand against me, and Mel, Sean and Patrick were all still too young, however formidable they were likely to one day become.

For that matter, there was some chance that this wasn't going to be an epic battle, but just a great deal of fun. I didn't actually know that Iva wanted the throne. Nor that she'd regained enough of her memories to even realize that the throne was currently vacant.

I really did want to get reacquainted with Iva too. We'd almost done so back in the Homelands. There had been a time when it had looked like the two of us were really hitting it off. Maybe she'd more or less forgiven me for remaining loyal to Brianna now.

The two women kissed passionately, hands running over each other's face and hips.

Whatever thought had just been in my head went right out the window.

All I could think was that the two of them made the perfect pair, complementing each other's best and worst features beautifully.

Cindy straddled her sister's hips, giving me a great view of her ass. Iva rested one hand each on the tops of her sister's ass cheeks and, with light twitches of her fingers, made the meaty globes dance for me. Or maybe it was just a coincidence that by doing so she completely took my breath away and cemented my feet to the wooden floor.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 04



The door was just as far away as it had been before they started making out with each other. And that was awful far away.

Just then, the women pulled apart. Cindy rolled off her sister and sat back down on the edge of the bed, hip to hip with the younger woman. Iva tucked her hair back behind her ear as she regarded me. "Listen, stud. Your invitation is expiring. Pretty much now. So either get over here or give us some privacy."

What was this, reverse psychology?

Cindy leaned over and kissed Iva's cheek then placed a slender finger over her full lips. "What my lovely sister is trying to say is that we'd really appreciate the company. We can have plenty of fun by ourselves. But we see each other all the time. It would be so nice to have someone else join us for a change."

Iva flashed a look at Cindy that was at least mildly irritated, if not quite truly upset.

Before my pajamas hit the floor, I poured almost every bit of energy I had into building a thick shield inside my head. It might be nice to have some energy for going on the offense. But I was afraid that would prove to be a mistake. If I could avoid surrendering all my energy to them for a while, maybe then I could worry about taking some of theirs for myself.

The women slid apart, making room for me on the bed.

That made no sense. A twin bed hardly had room for two, let alone three.

But there were no longer two twin beds in the room. Just one king sized one.

They each wrapped one hand around my monster cock. Iva kissed my neck while Cindy worked her way up my abs and chest before finally settling on my lips.

Ecstasy filled every fiber of my being. It was all I could do to avoid cumming right away. In the hands of someone as powerful as she was, Iva's full lips were deadly weapons.

Shit.

Cindy kept kissing me on the mouth while Iva moved down by my hips. I felt her hot breath on my cock and I shuddered. "Mmm, I can all but taste your anticipation," Iva said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Not half as much as I did.

Maybe Deirdre could have rivaled what Iva was doing just then if she made a point of it. But short of that, I'd never experienced anything like it.

She'd gotten stronger while I was gone.

Of course she had. She'd added Dom to the list of people she'd Devoured. We'd Devoured the same number of people, and hers had been more powerful. And, what's worse, I'd known that. I'd just let it slip my mind while I was trying to talk myself out of leaving.

Not to mention, if Iva wasn't putting everything she had into overpowering me, then I'd seriously underestimated her.

Those lush lips slid over my shiny helmet. My muscles first melted than sprang back to life. Moist warmth washed over me. Her tongue moved faster than possible, working the sensitive foreskin and the underside of my head. She took me all the way down her throat, humming against my shaft. Even while I was deep inside her, I felt her tongue lapping at my balls. And another tongue sliding in my ass. Despite all the energy I'd poured into erecting defensive walls, it was more than I could take. Any second now, I would-

I blacked out.

When I came to, Iva was sitting beside my head. She ran her fingers along the outsides of my ears. "Welcome back, tiger. Hope I didn't come on too strong."

"How long was I out?"

"Not even a minute," she said. "So let's keep right on trucking, hmm?"

I murmured agreement.

"Great! Was hoping you'd say that. So how about you eat me out while my sister gives you the opportunity to compare her oral skills to mine?"

Without waiting for an answer, she raised one leg up high and fingered her puffy lips.

I rolled onto my side and leaned in, breathing in deeply through my nose so as to savor her scent. A hint of vanilla.

She tasted as good as she smelled.

As I feasted on Iva's meat curtains, Cindy slid down to the bottom of the bed. A moment later, I was all the way down her throat. I almost coughed in surprise.

Cindy lacked Iva's talent, thankfully. She was certainly good. But it was much easier to resist her ministrations than it had been her sister's.

Somehow, I managed to get my defenses back in place. I realized I didn't feel like I'd lost a great deal of energy. Maybe I'd passed out so quickly, Iva hadn't had much chance to drain me. For that matter, I wasn't even sure if I'd cum before blacking out.

One way or another, the pleasures my Aunt Cindy was visiting upon me felt worlds away. Still quite enjoyable, but not like an avalanche bearing down on me.

That gave me the courage to pour some energy into pleasuring Iva.

At first, her response was modest, and I was afraid that it wouldn't much matter.

But thankfully enough, Cindy's efforts were in no danger of leaving me vulnerable again anytime too soon, and though it was going slower than I'd like, I was definitely wearing Iva down. Several minutes later, with my fingers in her ass and pussy and my tongue somehow working her clitoris, labia, and G-spot all at once, my aunt reached climax. It was not the most intense orgasm ever, and her libido wasn't left exposed for long. But I did manage to siphon off a decent amount of energy. Well more than I'd burned up so far.

Iva raked her fingers across my scalp. "So, how many tongues do you have, exactly?"

I kissed her thighs and hips a few times before craning my neck far enough to let me meet her gaze. "No more than you."

Which, judging by how she knocked me out, was just about true.

She smiled and reached down to tweak my nose between her fingers. Her eyes then drifted down to the monster cock her sister was gobbling down on. "I think I need to ride that thing. Cin, you need to let him show you what he just did to me. Why don't you sit on his face?"

Aunt Cindy slowly slid me from her warm mouth, letting her lips slide together at the tip of my cock. "Sure thing," she said. If she was bothered by the fact that she'd failed to get me off, she didn't let it show.

So one aunt straddled my hips and slowly took my entire length inside her while the other straddled my shoulders and pressed her naked sex against my face. I went easier on Cindy than I had Iva, taking the time to enjoy her sweet, honeyed taste. I needed to focus more on defense now anyway.

It was a good thing I did.

On a certain level, nothing compared to sex with Mom, because I didn't have near the same desire for anyone that I did for my mother. But while the psychological and emotional thrill of making love to Mom went a ways, there were still limits to what it could make up for in other areas. Not that Mom was lacking in talent, physically or metaphysically. But some of the women of our kind were in a league above hers.

Aunt Iva was one of them.

Aunt Cindy and I came at more or less the same time. Iva milked me what good, her walls steadily contracting against my shaft. But even without offering her quite the same performance as I'd delivered for her sister, I'd managed to open Cindy up pretty thoroughly. Effectively, then, Iva was really draining her sister, using me as a conduit.

The sisters collapsed on either side of me. Their hands ran up and down my hard body while they slid their soft thighs over me, playing footsie with one another. Iva was glowing softly and looked like she was feeling pretty frisky. Just picking up steam, really. Cindy, on the other hand, was starting to slow down. She was far from satiated, I was sure, but still much closer to needing to either take or break or stop altogether than her sister was. Her eyelids looked heavy, and her movements were slow and languid.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. A second Frank appeared by the foot of the bed.

Iva grinned, but showed no other reaction.

Had I expected it to impress her? Even Mom hadn't been impressed til I put myself into three bodies. And Mom had split in two herself. If she could, no doubt Iva could as well.

But I was too close to wiped out already to contemplate introducing a third body.

Cindy giggled with delight. "I get one of my very own?"

"You do," I said.

Over the next hour or so, I fucked each woman in each of her holes, and fucked Iva in a few extra ones besides. At one point, I lay on my back, with Iva riding me, my hands playing with her superb breasts, while Cindy knelt behind her sister, alternately sucking my balls and giving Iva a rimjob. Meanwhile, my other body fucked Cindy's tight ass. After a while, I formed a pedestal out of my upraised hands with the body that was lying down, and Aunt Cindy came and sat atop the palm pedestal. She held onto her sister's head with both hands, her thighs wrapped around Iva's neck, while Iva ate her sister's pussy. The second me then came up behind Iva and fucked her ass.

But I couldn't maintain two bodies forever. Not even as long as I'd maintained three earlier, with Mom. I'd wasted entirely too much energy just trying to stave off Iva's assaults. And neither woman was climaxing often enough for me to replace the energy I was using.

I collapsed back to one body and told the sisters I needed a brief break.

They, however, did not.

The two of them formed a sixty-nine. Whether it was Iva's intention or not, Cindy experienced what appeared to be a rather intense orgasm, and in the process fed what little energy she had left to Iva. She then rolled off her younger sister with a goofy smile plastered on her face, told Iva how amazing she was, and fell fast asleep.

Iva smiled up at me as she sat up, tucking her knees against her chest. She ran a hand through her hair and cleaned up the sweat and cum and other remnants of our little romp.

"Looks like I underestimated you," I said. "Again."

"I just hope you remember that I submitted graciously," she said.

"What?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be dense. I wanted you to know that I could easily win if I wanted to. You're not the only one who's gotten stronger since we last saw each other. And though I think I actually had been harboring a secret desire to sit on the throne for a while, however much I wanted to believe otherwise, just now, when I realized it was mine for the taking, I found that I didn't want it. One of the things I admired about Jack was how plain it was that he was never the kind of guy who would do anything and everything to hold onto the throne. Only took it in the first place because no one else was prepared to do so, and leaving Brianna there seemed like it just might spell the end of our court. Now, I wish he'd have been willing to fight just a little harder to keep it, but he reminded me of the person I've always wanted to be. So, there you have it. I could turn you into a vegetable. But I choose not to. So you damned sure better not make me regret that, or else I just might have to Devour another Orwin."

That last part was said without any menace. Or hesitation.

Perhaps I should have shuddered, but I was too stunned to move so much as a muscle.

"Thanks?"

"Smart-ass," she said, before sticking her tongue out at me. Then a more serious expression settled over her. "So, what are you going to do with me now?"

"Nothing," I said.

What kind of woman moves so naturally from death threats to childish taunts?

"You should, you know. Not that I'm about to complain. But if I were you, and someone like me more or less said that at any moment, they might change their mind about stepping aside for me, I'd at least think long and hard about exiling them."

"I know," I said with a sigh.

Iva cocked an eyebrow at me. "You're just going to leave me free to do as I wish? How do you know I won't make you regret that?"

"Because you won't."

Anger flashed across her face. "You're strong. Really strong. And the fact that a bit more of the old you, the sweet, naive, charming you, is apparently still left than I'd feared...well, that's definitely a good thing. A really good thing. But don't get too-"

"I know," I said again. "But of the many threats I'm bound to face, and I'm sure there will be many, you won't be one of them. Partly, because I'm about to ask you to stay on as Shadow. But also because, on top of that, I'm about to tell you that you can do whatever you want to Patrick, as long as I can pretend I had no foreknowledge of it."

"Huh. Can't say I expected that." After a pause, Iva asked, "What was it like?"

"You mean being Deirdre's captive?" I asked.

She nodded. "The way you talked about it earlier, it sounded like you almost enjoyed it, at least most of the time. But still."

"If I've changed, I think Brianna's the real reason. For all she knew, when I ran afoul of Silas, as was all too predictable, I would simply be executed. And she didn't care."

Iva nodded. "That's the world we live in. At least, those of us who get too close to the center of it all. Shockingly enough, those who stay away from the power struggles never seem to get quite as cold. Funny how that works."

Strangely enough, I felt her Libido soar as she said this.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"It feels like we're back on good terms. And I'm sure that promising to let you do whatever you feel is necessary with Pat helped. But, well, you'll forgive me for hoping that we might be able to forge something stronger than a purely opportunistic, political alliance."

"I don't know. Maybe I can relate to feeling betrayed," she said.

Then she started to crawl on top of me, her Libido throwing off heat like a fire.

"Is that so?" I asked, breathing heavy.

"Shh," she said, pressing a finger to my lips.

"What if I ask nicely?"

"Do you really want to talk about my dark past?" she asked as she rubbed her moist pussy against the shaft of my cock. "Or do you want to fuck me?"

I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her back. Then I moved down the bed to kneel before her.

"Missionary?" she asked with a laugh. "Back to basics is it then?"

With one hand on each of two cocks, I said, "Sort of."

My aunt laughed and worked her little lady slowly with her fingers.

I teased her for a while first, with fingers and tongues that stood where fingers should have. Then I lubed her up, did the same for the bottom cock, the short one with the tapered head, and slowly set about working myself into her two holes. Iva moaned and sighed contentedly as I worked, running her hands over my hard abs.

Hands and mouths floated in a cloud all around us. Some were large, rough hands. Others were smaller, softer. Some of the mouths had the fullest, reddest lips you ever did see. We manually and orally stimulated each other in a dozen places while I slowly, tenderly, worked my two cocks in and out of her holes.

When one of Iva's hands worked a thumb up my ass, I moaned, and very nearly erupted.

I'd gotten more used to that with Deirdre than I'd have once thought I could. Yet I hadn't thought to tell anyone how much I liked it. I probably should have been long past the point about feeling guilty about anything pleasurable, though. And I also should have known that Iva wouldn't need to hear me say it to know it was true. This was Iva, after all.

Gentle feelers stroked my Libido, sending flashes of pleasure through me. They were so intense I thought I might black out again. Somehow, I managed to do the same for her, though as overwhelmed as I was, and with as many supernatural feats as I was already performing, it was no easy task.

But I must have managed it, because we reached climax together.



Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Homelands: Autumn
Part Two
Chapter Five

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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Four before reading this.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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The forces pushing us to mate constantly seemed to ebb during dinner. There were plenty of awkward glances, but the conversation was completely mundane. We had all spent the day engaging in incest, but it was like that was somehow less worthy of discussion than conversations about movies, music, books, or television shows.

And it continued after dinner, when Mom insisted we all watch classic Christmas movies together. Which, at first, I'd thought was a euphemism for holiday-themed porn. But no. She meant actual Christmas movies, like Miracle on 34th Street, It's a Wonderful Life, and dreadfully cheesy crap like that.

The side conversations were as prurient as could be. But it didn't go past side conversation. Something seemed to keep us from further indulging in our family's favorite pastime.

I had a pretty good idea I knew what that something was, though I wasn't sure how Mom had done it. At least, I assumed it had to have been Mom. Iva was probably the only other one strong enough to manage something like that, and I didn't think she'd have been particularly inclined to do so. She was almost as bad as the three youngest members of the clan when it came to trying to hide her complete lack of interest in the movie.

While we took a brief break between movies, I went to fix myself an Irish coffee. Iva slipped into the kitchen behind me and gave my ass a soft pinch. "Hey there, stud."

"I've been thinking about earlier," she said. "That really was a generous proposal."

"Don't mention it," I said. "I want you to know-"

My aunt pressed a slender finger to her full lips. "Shh. Don't."

"I was only going to-"

"I'm glad we buried the hatchet," she said. "But let's not make into something more."

I frowned. "Did I say something wrong?" 

And which one of us was throwing around pet names and pinching bottoms?

She patted my hand . "No, no. I just think maybe I gave you the wrong impression." She looked down at her feet, which were encased in those garish multicolored socks that girls seemed to think were so cute. "I've already found the closest thing to a life partner that our kind can really hope for. As have you. I know you'd like the two of us to be closer, and I might have given the impression earlier that I would too, but let's not kid ourselves."

As badly as I wanted to reach out to her, to hold her and kiss her, I didn't. I certainly didn't believe that she meant what she was saying. But her body language and her Libido both suggested it would be best for now to give her some space.

"Cindy's a very lucky woman," I said.

She crossed her hands under her breasts. "Is there something wrong with that?"

I raised my hands defensively. "Whoa, whoa. I wasn't judging."

Iva sighed, very nearly popping out of her undersized bustier. "Sorry. I just can't figure out why guys think it's so weird. You've seen me eat pussy often enough. You think that's, what, just another way of trying to turn you on? Would you suck a dick just to excite a woman? Why do you guys always assume that a woman who enjoys members of both sexes must naturally still expect to end up in some kind of lasting relationship with a man?"

"Do you hear me offering any counter-arguments?"

My aunt leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "No." She smiled faintly. "For some reason, being around you brings back a lot of old memories." She stroked my bicep. "I hardly spent any time in the mortal world after I came of age. Didn't even finish my first year of college. That wasn't entirely by choice, but I can't say I miss it. In the mortal world, my only options were to swear off men altogether or have everyone assume that no matter what my recreational activities were, someday I'd find a good man and settle down."

I gestured for her to make room for me to get at the microwave.

Running a hand through her platinum blonde hair, she said, "I was in a committed relationship with this incredible woman for a little while. When I was sixteen. I was completely loyal to her. When she caught me looking at other women, she got a bit jealous, but it wasn't a big deal, right? Not like she didn't sometimes do the same. Everyone does. But there was this one time that she caught me checking out a guy, and she totally freaked. Called me a LUG, all that garbage. I never even claimed to be a lesbian, so I don't know where that came from. We didn't last a week after that. And it was no better with the few men I dated. They thought it was hot when I checked out women. But every one of them, not that there were many, mind you, flipped out when they realized I was willing to consider spending the rest of my life with a woman."

"Well, times have changed since we were young in the mortal world," I said.

Iva shrugged. "Yes, no, sorta. The times never really change, obviously."

"Wait, why is that obvious?" I asked as I poured some Irish cream into my coffee.

"I forgot how cute you can be," she said. I was sure that if I'd been facing her, she'd have pinched my nose. "Like you don't know. Anyway, I'm probably making it all sound simpler than it is. You think I haven't noticed that Cindy might not feel the same way about me as she does our dear brother," she said with a weary sigh. "But I have."

"I'm sorry," I said. And I was. The sadness in her voice, her eyes, her suddenly cold Libido, were like a fist squeezing my heart. I might have liked it if she wanted me the way she did Cindy, but I couldn't see her feeling this way and take pleasure in it. 

And how vain and insecure did I need to be to want her to feel that way about me anyway? I had as good a thing going as I could ask for with Mom. 

"I know what that must be like," I continued. "For a long time, my mother favored Dom. Can't say I was crazy about that."

"Well, it's complicated than just that, I think. I don't know that she's prefers Gus. Sometimes, it feels like that. But other times, it doesn't. It's just so confusing. I know that she isn't on the same page as me, but I'm not sure what page she is on. I almost wish I knew for sure that there was no chance she'd ever feel the same way, so at least I could move on. It's felt like that ever since I returned to court, and it's getting old."

I pulled her against my chest and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sure you've considered the possibility that since she's spent more time in the mortal world than you, and grew up in a different era than you, she's been socialized differently? Even if she felt exactly the same, she might have a hard time coming to grips with it."

"Thank you, professor. It's occurred to me, yes," she said, wrapping a hand around my waist. "But you realize we've pretty much cast off societal mores already, right?"

"Have we? The whole idea of lasting pair-bonds is something of a holdover from a world obsessed with monogamy, don't you think?"

"I guess," she said.

"By the way, are you going to explain what you meant about how it's obvious that the times never change?" I asked.

She stared at me in disbelief. "Frank, the mortal world, the one we visit, isn't real. Our kind haven't been to the real one in...pretty close to forever, near as anyone can tell. What we refer to when we talk about the mortal world is sort of like a really elaborate simulation."

I sipped my coffee with responding.

"Every so often, we hit the reset button. It's pretty much always been, and always will be, somewhere around the turn of the century. You honestly didn't know that?"

"I had some idea. But I can't really say I knew all that, no."

She sighed before planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

"No wisecrack about how I haven't really changed so much after all?"

"Too easy," she said.

"So how old are we?" 

I knew it was a tricky question, based on an earlier conversation with Mom, but there had to be some kind of answer, however messy.

Iva shrugged. "Who knows. What will feel like eighteen years or so will pass here, and two years will go by in the Homelands. If you were to go by date of birth, it only gets more confusing, since we were pretty much all of us born between the early 80's and mid 90's. Even your grandmother. Your mother might have been born 'after' you, in a sense. Though in an earlier incarnation of the mortal world."

I hid behind my coffee again while I let that sink in. "So are any of the people in what we think is the mortal world, you know, alive?"

"Well, I guess it depends on what your definition of life is. But the short answer is pretty much yes, if you have to simplify things. I'm not sure it would be possible to drain energy from them otherwise. Nevermind Elevate them."

"You said that none of us have been back to the real mortal world," I said. "So we came from there. When, and how?"

"That," Aunt Iva said, "is a great question."

"Which means you don't have a great answer."

"Precisely," she said. "We started leaving there long before the twentieth century, I can tell you that much. I wouldn't hold my breath waiting to meet one, but the oldest among us are said to remember the Dark Ages. So the obvious question is why we keep building simulated mortal worlds set near the end of the twentieth century or the beginning of the twenty-first. Someone must know the answer to that, but I sure as heck don't."

"I see," I said, though I wasn't sure I really did. "So there \emph{are} things you don't know."

"Some," she said, with a faint grin.

"Someday, you're going to tell me how you know all this. You keep acting surprised that I don't know these things, but it doesn't seem like anyone else does either."

She feigned an innocent look. "Well, in my defense, it \emph{is} fun to lecture the professor. But you're right. You're no more ignorant than most everyone else."

"So did you get all this from your mother? I can't get her to tell me anything. But she's obviously more enlightened than the rest of us."

"Mostly because of me." Iva said. "But, anyway, if we hold things up any longer, your mother might get upset."

Without another word, she went up on her tiptoes, planted a soft kiss on my currently smooth cheek, then turned and padded out of the kitchen on those ridiculous socks of hers.

I stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, trying to wrap my head around a great many awfully confusing things, before returning to the living room.

#

We only got halfway through the second movie before even Mom lost interest in keeping up the charade. She turned turned the lights back on, turned the TV off, and announced that we were all free to do as we pleased for the rest of the night. When we were kids, if she did that, it was a safe bet that what she really meant when she said that we were free to do as we pleased was that we were ruining family time and if we knew what was good for us, we'd apologize and insist that she turn the lights back off and the movie back on. 

But that wasn't what she was going for this time.

I knew, because I could feel her Libido from across the room, even though there were several other pulsing sources of sexual energy lying between us. Granted, as close as Mom and I were, I could pick her out of a crowded room even when her Libido was cold. As it had been when we'd started the movie. But it certainly wasn't now.

Natalie led Rob and Pat upstairs and Sean and Holly approached one another. Meanwhile, I headed towards Mom. She met my gaze and smiled.

Before I got there, though, Dad and Cindy asked Mom if she'd join them. And, with a quick and apologetic glance towards me, she agreed.

Part of me thought that Dad had relinquished his claim on Mom long ago. I'd also never gotten the impression that Cindy was interested in Mom. There was no reason for them to get in the way like that.

But the more rational part of me insisted that it would be wise to make sure the sometimes hot and sometimes cold rivalry between the Orwins and the Farriers remained cold. Iva would help with that, yes, but she had been gone from the court for a long time. The more that Dad thought of Mom as his wife rather than the head of House Orwin, the better.

"Don't look so sad," Melanie said as she came up behind me and gave me a hip check. "I may be the consolation prize, but you shouldn't make me feel like I am."

I snickered.

"Laughing is not a good start," she said.

I took her in my arms and kissed her. She tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth. 

"Whoa," I said, pushing her back. "Mel, sweetie, a little subtlety goes a long way."

Her bronze cheeks flushed red. I felt streaks of anger and indignation shoot through her. I also noticed that her Libido was a modest thing compared to Mom's or Iva's, but it was quite impressive for someone of her age and inexperience.

I cursed myself for a fool. What good was it to make sure House Farrier remembered that I belonged to their house the same as I did my mother's if I was going to fuel my niece's sense that no one took her seriously enough?

Taking one of her hands in mine, I said, "I'm sorry. It's just that there's a fire inside you that's sometimes fearsome to behold. And while I want to be near it, I don't want to feel like a moth. Make sense?"

She regarded me silently for a time, her blue eyes unblinking. At last, she nodded.

I ran a hand through her red hair. "There's some things you and I ought to discuss anyway. Would you care for a drink?"

Mel chewed at her lip. I could almost hear the question she wanted to ask. But either she realized that of course I was going to want to fuck her too, or she just didn't want her uncle to tell her that she was coming on too strong again so soon after the last remark, because she once again responded with a light nod.

I took her by the hand, led her into the kitchen, and fixed us each an Irish coffee. A proper one. Not just a mug of coffee with some Bailey's in it. Whiskey, sugar, cream poured over the back of a spoon, and brown sugar sprinkled atop the frothy top layer at the end.

As I handed it to her, I realized that it was probably a more mature drink than my niece was used to. No doubt, when she went to parties, she drank wine coolers or whatever sugary crap the frat boys set up alongside their kegs of cheap beer. But she took a tentative sip, politely said that I sure knew how to fix a drink, and said no more about it.

With a jerk of my head, I gestured for her to follow me. We went down to the basement. The futon was pulled out into a bed and covered with thick quilts. I folded them up and converted the futon back into a couch. Mel raised an eyebrow. We'd have need of a bed soon enough, but it wasn't hard to switch it back, and sitting was more comfortable this way.

I sat down, took a careful sip of my still steaming coffee and looked a suggestion at my niece. Mel took a seat beside me, not quite facing me, with one leg tucked beneath her.

The fishnet stockings, blood red heels, black satin panties with an heart emblazoned in the center, and leather corset were a bit much. The women of the family always wore ridiculous outfits that were typically only found on the sets of porn shoots or in lingerie catalogues, but even by those standards, she was pushing the limits.

Or maybe I only thought so because I had an image of her already firmly set in my mind. If Mom wore the same leather corset, would I think it overmuch?

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

Though she put just a bit too much emphasis on the word "talk," her exasperation was understandable. Here she was, convinced she had the potential to be the greatest, most fearsome thing our court had ever seen. The kind of woman men would fight wars over. And there was a decent chance that she was right about that. Or near enough to being right as made no real difference just now. Yet she was also, I knew, equally convinced that her family saw her as a rank amateur. Little more than a nuisance even. There too, she was at least half right. Not entirely. But enough that she had every right to be a bit rankled.

"What I'm about to tell you, only one other person knows." I paused a moment to make sure the next part hit home with full effect. "And I don't mean your grandmother."

To her credit, her eyes only widened a little. But I felt as much as saw the change in her mood. The inferno raging inside her dampened down, if only a little.

"Promise me that you won't tell anyone. Including your brother."

Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she raised the coffee to her lips. She took a slow sip, leaving the cutest little foam mustache on her upper lip. Her tongue whisked it away, slipping out between her lips and back again in the blink of an eye.

The fact that she didn't bother trying to turn that into a seductive, drawn out affair was as sure a sign that her interest was piqued as was the gradual shift in her Libido. 

"Why even tell me?" she asked.

"Because you're too important to my plans to be kept in the dark."

Her blue eyes narrowed and her disappointingly thin brows crawled toward one another. But her nostrils flared and her chest rose and fell more rapidly. Her breasts were too large for anyone not to notice that even if she hadn't been wearing a tight corset.

She wanted to believe what I was saying. Desperately, maybe even. But however much she might hide it around boys her age, my niece was every bit as gifted intellectually as she was physically. She must have thought my words sounded a little too good.  

"And I need to ask a favor of you."

The breath she'd been holding in passed out through her nose. "I promise," she said.

"You remember what happened. Before this bubble."

"Of course."

I took a long sip of my coffee. "If you had to guess, who would you say are the major contenders for the throne. Excepting yourself."

She smirked at that last. Perhaps it was a bit excessive. But I thought modesty might lead her to leave herself off her own list, and it was imperative that the conversation proceed with her interest in the throne already entered into stipulation. 

"Well, you, obviously," she said. "And Iva. I'd probably say Grandma, if not for you. She's strong enough. But with you in the running, she'll back your play rather than make one of her own. Of course, there's also Pat, though he hasn't got a prayer. Probably doesn't realize it, but it's clear enough to the rest of us. I guess that's really it. My father's every bit as strong as you are, but isn't interested in learning what he can do with the power he has. Aunt Natalie is probably just hoping her son comes out of this alive and doesn't do anything stupid again afterwards. If, somehow, he managed to win, she'd throw all her weight behind him. But my bet is she's actually hoping that you emerge victorious." She drank some more of her coffee, regarding me over the rim of her mug as she did. "So. Do I pass the test?"

"With flying colors," I said. Except for a perhaps understandable overestimation of my brother's raw power, she might as well have stolen the words from my own mouth. 

Even there, Todd was her father. It was Sean she was really interested in, I thought, but there's something about fathers and daughters. 

"You're going to ask me to step aside," Mel said. Her voice betrayed nothing of her thoughts on that. "To let Iva take the throne. Because, despite whatever it is that you and Grandma have going, there's something serious between you and your aunt too. At any rate, to convince me to do so, you're going to promise to step aside again when Iva's reign ends."




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 05



"Close," I said. 

Once more, she feigned interest in her coffee, though her eyes never left my face.

"I have worked out an agreement with Iva that I don't think my mother will be crazy about," I said. "And yes, I'm going to ask you to wait this one out. But not for Iva's sake."

"That would've been my next guess," Mel said. "Just wasn't sure if Iva'd go for that."

"So what do you say?" I asked. "Are you going to make this easy for me? Or are we about to determine which one of us is moving forward the hard way?"

"Suppose the idea of waiting you out doesn't bother me too much," Mel said. "I realize you all think I haven't paid my dues yet. That's annoying, but probably true enough. How do I know I won't have to fight Iva for the throne after you though? You're only speaking for yourself when you say you won't get in my way, right?"

"True enough." I gulped down half of the remaining contents of my mug, which were heading towards tepid. "But think about it this way. If you decide you don't like what terms I can offer, and even supposing that I'm the one left looking like the next best thing to a corpse come morning, what's to keep Iva from jumping right back into the fray this time? At least if you wait, you'll be better prepared when the time comes to deal with her."

Her face said there were a half dozen flaws in my argument. What if Iva got stronger too. What if I did for her what Brianna had done for me. Valid points. But none of that changed the fact that refusing my offer meant she had to go through first me then Iva.

Mel held her mug out over the carpet, paused a moment, and let go. It turned to smoke before it hit the ground. Then she reached over and did the same for mine.

It hadn't been until Iva had drilled it into my thick head that I'd really started to grasp that our powers were not just for sex. Who had taught her?

Certainly not Todd.

Of course, just because I'd been too single-minded to consider the broader implications of our heritage on my own didn't mean the same went for her.

Before I knew it, the futon was pulled out as a bed once more. Though neither of us had ever gotten up. Nor had I felt the couch move beneath me.

Mel pulled my pajama pants down to my knees. As she took my huge dick in both hands and started stroking it slowly, I realized that she'd never really given me an answer. Was this supposed to be a yes? Or was she about to try to drain every thing she could from me?

I wanted to care which it was. Knew that I should. I was powerful enough to be confident that she'd fail even if she was making a move, sure, but it would still help to know that I was supposed to be on the defensive.

I felt my Libido going crazy. Even though I was vaguely aware that Mel was doing that to me, all I did was lay my head back and enjoy her overbearing blowjob. She wasn't subtle, graceful, or sophisticated. But it was damned effective.

And, thankfully, she didn't drink more than a modest amount from me. Even though she easily could have. I'd been plenty vulnerable.

My sweet niece then mounted me reverse cow-girl and took me in her ass. I'd started to shrink my cock so it would go in easier, but she told me leave it the way it was. 

Once she got comfortable, I split myself in two, and with my other body, knelt in front of her and pushed my stovepipe cock into her tight pussy.

I thought about pulling out a few other stops. But Mel was shuddering so heavily, eyes rolled back in her head and her pearly white teeth looking ready to split her lip open, that I decided this was enough for her, for now. There'd be time enough to show her more later. Something told me we weren't going to stop any time soon.

#

I woke up feeling great. We'd fed each other so much energy, the need for sleep was almost superfluous. Of course, that was only a metaphysical work-around. Sleep deprivation would catch up with me sooner or later. We might be more than human, but we still had physical needs, and that wasn't just a euphemism for our sexual appetites. For a few days, though, I could carry on like this. More than long enough to clinch my hold on the throne.

After cleaning up and tugging on a pair of silk pajama pants, I headed upstairs.

"Morning, sleepy-head," Natalie said to me over her shoulder as I walked into the kitchen. She stood at the sink, washing dishes. "Late night?"

I glanced at my watch. It was almost noon. Maybe the need for sleep was a little less superfluous than I thought. Mel and I hadn't called it quits until probably six or seven, but that was still a decent amount of sleep for someone who was supposedly hyped up enough on sexual energy to offset basic biological imperatives.

But then, even if neither of us had been seeking advantage, hadn't made the sex into a competition, it would be misleading to say either of us had been especially gentle. And while my niece might lack sophistication, she sure didn't lack energy or enthusiasm.

Turning her attention back to the coffee pot she was scrubbing, my sister said, "Oh, I'm just teasing. You're not even the last one up."

"No?"

"So far as I know, the kids are all still asleep."

"That's a little less pathetic then," I said as I came up behind her. Planting my hands on her hips, I kissed her on the neck.

"Hey," she said. "Can't you see I'm doing dishes?" And the reprimand might have had some bite, if not for the way she was grinding her ass against my crotch as she made it.

I laughed. "Wouldn't want to leave a dirty sink behind when we abandon this house that didn't even exist before I decided we all needed some time to get reacquainted."

"Mom will see that they're done, and it will mean something to her," Nat replied.

Couldn't argue with that. She was almost finished anyway.

"Anyway, after I finish, I'm all yours," my sister said. "There's still some coffee," she added, pointing with her elbow at a thermos on the counter.

I fixed myself a mug. It was still warm, thankfully. I leaned against the counter, sipping my coffee and drinking in my sister's beauty while she emptied out the sink. She wore a white men's dress shirt and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. Her long, slender legs couldn't have been smoother. The morning sun made her medium brown hair look almost aflame. Despite her choice of outfit, the amount of makeup she wore clearly indicated that this was not her "I just rolled out of bed" look.

"So where is everyone?" I asked.

"Dad's upstairs, in Cindy and Iva's room."

"I see." Predictable enough.

"Mom's in my room," she continued.

"Is that so?" That, however, was not.

She looked at me guardedly. Apparently deciding it wasn't meant as a criticism, she replied, softly, "With my blessing. Rob was feeling left out. I'm trying my best to keep him happy, but I guess it's not so much that he isn't getting any play as not enough variety. How did he put it? Everyone else 'has their playlist on shuffle."'

I laughed. At first Natalie's mouth tightened, but as I continued laughing, her sour look faded and she snickered a bit herself.

"You have to admit, it's got to be tough for him."

"I know," she said. "I'd really hoped to keep him, and Pat, away from all this. We haven't had a real fight yet, but I can feel a good one brewing. It will probably boil over as soon as we leave. Part of me is kind of thankful that at least I can see this one coming. I don't always have this much warning. But somehow, I still feel completely unprepared. Simply have no idea what I'm going to say to him. None. Certainly not going to make any apologies for the way we are. And it's not like I never told him about it. We talked about it until I was ready to cry before your welcome home party."

"He'll still be hurt that you never told him until then," I said. "But think about it this way. The bomb you dropped on him also happens to mean that he gets to sleep with a bunch of other supernaturally beautiful women. In fact, that he's basically expected to. One way or another, I'm fairly sure he'll make his peace with it."

Natalie laughed. "That's putting a nice spin on it. He also just found out that his wife has been having an incestuous affair with all the men of her family since she was eighteen, and though she stopped for a while, she's started again and intends to keep going."

"Well, there's that," I admitted.

She slapped my arm with the back of her hand, laughing. "But you're right. I guess he's giving up most of the moral high ground already. And I think he knows that. Doesn't mean there won't be a fight, but hopefully it won't be as nasty as it otherwise could be."

Still, she didn't sound terribly reassured. I didn't know what to say though. I hadn't tried to have a relationship with a mortal since we were all initiated into the family tradition. Maybe she didn't want to hear that it was okay, just wanted someone to sympathize with her sense of impending doom. But I wasn't even sure how I was supposed to do that.

"Anyway," she said as she deposited the last dish in the draining board and shook her hands dry. "I'll just have to deal with that when this is over. It's not your problem."

"Nat," I said. But I stopped short of insisting that we discuss it.

She walked past me and grabbed a dish towel to dry her hands. "Don't, Frank. Your famous listening skills aren't being summoned to duty. I shouldn't even have said anything."

I shut my mouth.

"I'm sorry," she said, wrapping her hands around my waist and laying her head against my chest. "I appreciate the concern. I wish more men were as sensitive as you. Rob never knows what I'm feeling, or why. But I don't want to burden you. I made my bed, and now I've got to lie in it."

I kissed the top of her head. "So, what have you been up to so far today?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said, without looking up.

"Hence the asking," I replied.

She chuckled. "Actually, I just got up. Right before you did."

"You little." I smacked her ass without finishing the sentence. "And you still gave me shit about how late I slept?"

"I didn't, really," she said. Which was true enough. When I didn't argue, she continued. "After Rob fell asleep, Pat still wanted to keep going. And he asked me to invite Holly over. She was asleep, but my text message woke her up, and she was all too happy to come join us. However, she only lasted a little longer than Rob had. And when she left us, my son still wasn't done with me. Lot of lost time to make up for, I guess. You know, I have to admit, it's a huge relief to have this all in the open, and to be back in the fold. I can't tell you how many nights I pictured my son's face while my husband was on top of me."

I laughed. To my ears, it sounded awkward and forced. But that must just have been my guilt over what I was going to take away from her soon, because my sister didn't show any reaction that would indicate that she thought so herself.

The poor thing. The fight with Rob that she was sure was coming wouldn't be any easier after her family killed her son. To put it mildly.

I wasn't going to take one of the men she loved away from her, but both. Well, Iva was, but it might as well have been me for all the difference that made to my conscience.

And she still didn't remember why that was necessary.

What a shitty fuck I was.

I had to tell her. But first, I had to help her get past the second, stronger, veil.

"Don't get me wrong," she said. "Pat lacks sophistication. Very much a one trick pony. Well, stallion, but still. He's going to need to learn to expand his repertoire. I'd still take Todd ov—-or you! I mean, or you!" She blushed. "Sorry."

I laughed. "It's quite okay. I wasn't cast in the lead role, as some wise person once said."

She smiled up at me. "Thanks."

"So the kid has a lot to learn," I said.

"Yeah," my sister said. "He's really fucking hot. Has this broody, I could turn really dark if someone doesn't love me, vibe."

Too late, Nat.

"It's different than any of the other guys I've ever been with. Kind of scares me, but I think that's part of what gets me so worked up. And someday, he's going to be downright scary. Sean and Mel better watch out. The future may not belong to them the way they think it does. But, yeah, he's got a lot to learn still."

Future still looks pretty good for them, actually. Not so much for you or your son. I was about to avert my eyes, but I forced myself not to. Not just because I didn't want her to notice my reaction. But for my own sake. It was something that needed to be done, yes. But if I was to be king, and was to make such decisions on a regular basis, I'd better get used to seeing the consequences.

My sister had her mother's smile. A hint of sadness that never went away. And certainly wasn't going to any time soon, thanks to me.

"Annnyway," Natalie said, one of her hands toying with my waistband while the other caressed a bulging bicep. "What do you say we park your convertible in the driveway, roll the top down, and fuck in the backseat."

"Sounds, um, comfortable," I said with a laugh. "I don't think I've done it in the back of a car since, shit, since high school."

She shrugged. "Well, might be it's been more recent than that for me, but that's not the point. I just want to do it outside. Not somewhere so conspicuous that the neighbors are sure to call the police. But so we'll be worried the whole time that someone might see us."

"That...actually sounds really fucking hot," I said. "You know something? You've been gone too long."

Natalie smiled devilishly. "From what they tell me, so have you."

I lifted her up off her feet and gave her a kiss with a little something extra. Only after she experienced a little baby orgasm did I put her back down.

"God," she said, slipping back onto her heels. "That's just not fair. How's a girl supposed to keep it together when you can do that with just a kiss?"

"Why do you need to keep it together?"

"Good question," she said, taking my hand in hers and leading me outside. "I think I'm going to forget all about any impending marital discord and just let myself go. If I'm going to get in trouble, I might as well make it worthwhile."

"That's the spirit," I said.

"Hey," my sister said, spinning around on the driveway as we walked down to where I'd parked my car on the side of the road. "I know this is silly, and I shouldn't say anything but...well, like we've been saying, I've been gone a while and I'm still trying to get reacquainted with things, so I don't always know what goes without saying and what doesn't."

"Nat. You're kind of babbling."

She drew a deep breath. "I know I'm not Mom, or even Aunt Iva who you apparently really have a thing for too, even though she's kinda not really even family since none of us knew her growing up, but hey whateves, I get it, she has a slamming body, blah blah blah, but anyway I'm going to ask something that I know is silly, because the whole point is what it signals, and it can't signal much if I have to ask, but what I'm trying to say is that it would really be tough on me, just now, with everything that's happening with Rob, if it feels like just some random tumble, so maybe just this one time you can do whatever you need to do to make me feel the way you make Mom feel?"

I pulled her against me as we strolled down the sidewalk and kissed the side of her head. "Relax. And try to breathe once in a while."

Natalie laughed. "Sorry."

"I'll see what I can do."

Natalie blushed deeply. "I mean, you have to have figured out by now that I always teased you because I was jealous of how smart you are, right? And, smart as you are, I'm sure you also know that the reason Todd and I have pretty much always been content to sit on the sidelines is that we knew that no matter how hard we tried, you and Dom, but mostly you, would out-shadow us. You get that, right? I mean, for a little, little while, right after we were initiated, back during the succession ritual that put Brianna on the throne, I thought I might try to prove how formidable I was. But that didn't last long."

I smiled. "I'm sure at least half of that's true, but let's not get too revisionist here. You were so impressed by my intelligence that you just had to make fun of my constantly and get all your friends to laugh at me? Nat, do you remember being sixteen?"

My sister laughed. "Okay, I was actually kind of a bitch."

"And I was a pathetic nerd. If not for these supernatural powers, I'd never have gotten laid. And even so, I couldn't keep Lauren from fucking Dom behind my back."

We got in my black Beamer.

Natalie pulled down a sun visor, checked her hair in the mirror, and took a deep breath before declaring, "I'm good. Neurotic attack is over."

With a laugh, I said, "Good."

I started the car up, dropped the top, and rolled it slowly up into my parents' sloped driveway. I threw the parking brake on, turned the car off, and hopped into the back seat.

After she joined me in the back, my sister said, "Thanks, by the way."

"For?"

"Those listening skills that I said I wasn't calling on you to use. And that's why I'm going to suck your dick until it falls off. Did you know that I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose? Don't answer that."

I didn't respond. Simply stroked her hair and stared into her eyes. They were closer to brown, but with those flecks of green and gold, you could almost say they were hazel. Whatever color they were, they were beautiful.

"That last one was a joke. Well, not the garden hose thing. That I can do. Ask Rob. But I'm done freaking out."

"Rob is a lucky man."

"Because of the garden hose thing?"

"Because that little freak-out wasn't about me. Or Mom, or Todd or Iva or whoever. It was about him. You really love him. Which, in our family, is no small thing. You're not freaked out because you're afraid he's going to be mad at you for lying to him, but because you're afraid he's going to discover that he likes one of your more experienced family members better, and even if he never says anything, you'll feel it when the two of you are together. That's incredibly sweet. And also absurd, because he'd have to be crazy for that to happen. But I get why you'd feel that way."

"There you go again, Mr. I'm So In Touch With My Feminine Side," she said, smacking my chest. But she was smiling, not matter that she tried to hide it.

"He loves you too, you know. He couldn't keep his eyes off you yesterday, even while Mom was doing her little show. While you seduced your son and your brothers, he stared on with admiration, excitement, and naked, animal lust."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really."

Then my kid sister showed me that she wasn't kidding about the garden hose. She was right, too, that the thought that some of the cars driving by might wonder why I was sitting in the back seat of my car, head tilted back, and whether that was a woman's head bobbing up and down in my lap that they saw, made it all the more enjoyable.

"Keep going," I said after my sister swallowed a modest load of my cum. Truth be told, she was good enough that I might have wanted her to anyway, but the main reason I said that was that I was hoping that she would drink enough energy from me that she'd finally remember what her son had done.

"Let's not get greedy," she said. "I was kinda hoping you'd return the favor."

I put my hand on the back of her neck and guided her down again. If she'd resisted, I wouldn't have forced her. But she didn't.

Mom and Aunt Iva both were better than she was. But I remembered, when we were younger, thinking that she was pretty much like how she'd described Pat earlier, or the way I might describe Mel. Enthusiastic, but lacking sophistication. Dad and Uncle Jim had once said much the same. But that wasn't true anymore. My sister definitely knew what she was doing. She teased me just enough. Not mercilessly, as Brie had used to. But enough to allow me to me to truly enjoy her talent.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 05



When she got me off again, some ten minutes later, I poured energy into my balls, making them work overtime. My sister swallowed mouthful after mouthful after mouthful of my cum, without letting so much as a drop escape her lips. And with all that spunk, my sister also drank a good deal of my supernatural energy.

I felt her Libido swell. Perhaps because of her comment earlier, it reminded me of watching a balloon attached to the end of a garden hose fill up with water.

Suddenly, my sister coughed sticky white jizz all over my lap.

"Oh, god! Pat, what have you done!"

I stared down at the mess she'd made. As I watched, the last bit of cum that my balls had pumped out before I'd stopped supernaturally prolonging my orgasm spurted pitifully out, joining the globs my sister had spat on me.

"Sorry, Frank," my sister said, covering her mouth.

"It's okay," I said. I snapped my fingers and the jizz disappeared.

"Am I the only one who didn't remember?" she asked. "Is it because I didn't want to?"

I shook my head. "I don't think you're alone, no. I used two different veils. The first layer faded pretty quickly, but the second one was settled in good."

She nodded as she started to weep. "Oh, my sweet baby."

Though I'd arranged to have plausible deniability, I went ahead and told my sister what I had planned. At first, she screamed at me, and rained punches and slaps down on me. The latter only stopped when her wrists and hands hurt too much to continue. But eventually, the screaming stopped too. Without any warning, it turned into violent sobbing, and rivulets of tears and ruined makeup ran down her cheeks.

I wrapped an arm around my sister's shoulders and pressed her against me, unsure of whether the gesture would be welcome. When her shoulders pushed back against my arm, I thought she was pulling away. But I realized it was just the way she shook as she cried.

Wanting to soothe her, but not knowing what to say, as it most certainly was not going to be okay, I just stroked her hair and held her silently. For a long time.

"Can't you just exile him?" she asked after a while.

After so much time passing where the only sounds I'd heard were Natalie's sobs and the cars driving past us, her words startled me a bit.

"Sorry," she said, voice lower.

I smiled wistfully at that. Despite the fact that I'd just told her that I was going to let our aunt do whatever she thought necessary to her only son, my sister felt bad about giving me a start. Poor, sweet Natalie. "'s okay," I said, kissing her forehead. "As to exiling him. If I told Iva now that I'd changed my mind, that I was going to exile him, I might well be making one helluva powerful enemy."

Nat sighed. "I can't believe he killed him. And thought it would please me. Where did I go wrong, Frank? What could I have done to give my son the impression that I wanted him to kill my cousin and declare himself king, when I've spent more than twenty years trying to get as far away as I could from the court?"

"It's not your fault," I said.

"It feels like it," she said.

"I think I should be the one apologizing."

She sighed. "Probably."

"If there's anything I can-"

"Shut up," Nat said. "That's what you can do. There's only one way to make it right. But you do need Iva. And the world has never been kind to those who would dare to kill kings. So I guess...I just don't want to think about it any more. At all. Not now."

"Okay," I said, squeezing her tighter. "We can just sit here."

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Help put it out of my mind, if only for a few minutes."

"Nat."

"Fuck you, Frank. You're about to sign my son's death warrant. If I want your cock inside me, I'll have it inside me, whether you think that's a healthy way of coping or not."

"I'm not even hard," I said.

White-hot pleasure seared through me. It hurt, but it hurt good. If it had continued for another second, I'd have cum.

My sister's lips came away from mine. Her hand gave me a few lazy strokes. "Are now."

I said not a word as she climbed atop me. Just held her by her hips and let her work.

When I found myself thinking this was the most awkward thing ever, and realized that throughout history, countless women had been forced to have sex under far worse circumstances, with men they desired not at all, I felt like an asshole. My sister stared at me with a blank look on her face. I felt desire coming from her Libido, but faintly, and there wasn't a glimmer of it in her eyes. But she was my sister. And she wanted this. Needed it. Not because she needed me. But because she needed to be somewhere other than with her pain. If that was what she needed, that was what she would get.

My hands ventured past her hips. Cupped her big, soft breasts. Tweaked her hard nipples. Slipped around back to squeeze her rock hard ass as tightly as they could, pulling her down onto me as they did. My mouth sought hers, and our kisses quickly went from being awkward and tentative to hungry, needy, almost furious. Our hips moved faster and faster, and the rapid pulse of her inner walls made me want to scream.

We didn't use our supernatural powers much. Almost not at all. Just a little bit, the lightest touch, to simultaneously intensify the pleasures we felt while denying our bodies the ability to climax. We fucked like animals long past the point that even the most physically fit mortals would have collapsed from exhaustion. Every so often, we'd ease the lids back, let a little steam escape, experiencing miniature orgasms. But by and large, the tension just kept building and we kept right on fucking.

"Oh, yes, Frank. Fuck, that feels so good," Nat whispered in my ear, between nibbles that were just short of being forceful enough to hurt.

Whether she was referring to my thick cock stretching her lips wide, the two fingers I had sliding in and out of her ass, or the way I was squeezing one of her meaty little ass cheeks in my other hand, I couldn't have said.

Grunting and sweating like a pig, but not wanting to violate our unspoken agreement to avoid using our powers, I somehow managed to pick up the pace. My abs felt like they might cramp up, and my forearms, ass, and thighs were on fire. Still, I pushed her away from me as my hips slid back across the leather seat, and pulled her down onto me as I thrust forward. No more than half my considerable length left her warm hearth each time. Pulling all the way back would take too long, delay the moment that I felt her lips pressed against the very base of my shaft again by more time than I could bear.

My sister's sweat smelled salty, pungent, yet faintly sweet. It was her own unique scent, the essence of Natalie. The slight hint of milk chocolate lying underneath it all was fainter than its taste was upon my lips when I ate her out, but it was there. It had been so long since I'd foregone all the flourishes and thus even had the chance to notice, let alone savor, the way sex smelled the way I enjoyed it with my other senses.

The musky scent intermingling with my sister's own was sweaty, earthy, and yet, had a slight hint of...peaches. Was that how I tasted too?

Shortly after her orgasm began, her spasms drove me to my own.

After, as I lay limp against the leather, Nat fussed with her clothes hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Away from you. I can't see your face right now. Maybe not ever again. At least not for a good long while. Goodbye, Frank."

With that, my sister got out of the car, slammed the door behind her, and ran up the stairs to the apartment over the garage. To find Todd.

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Afterwards, I came back inside and went looking for Iva.

Time to end this.

As it turned out, my aunt was coming down the stairs into the living room just as I walked in from the kitchen. She wore six inch black stilettos, red fishnet thigh-highs attached to a black satin garter, and a black and red corset that did wonderful things with her big breasts.

Yup. It had been unfair of me to think Mel's outfit was over the top last night. This getup my aunt wore now was no less absurd. But even so, my blood thumped in my veins like the bass track of a techno song.

"That's quite the look for you, Aunt Iva," I said, trying to sound detached.

"Thank you," she said, flicking a loose lock of hair out of her eyes. Her nails had been painted black. That was ordinarily too Goth a look for me, but Iva was pulling it off quite well. "So what are you up to at the moment?" she asked.

"Same as you, I suspect."

She pursed her brick red lips. "Pretty sure Pat went looking for your mother just a little while ago. After Mel left. I think he'd tried talking her into joining him, but she apparently declined. Couldn't hear them too well, but sounded like she tried to talk him out of something. So. I'd say it's time, don't you think?"

"Yeah."

I offered her my arm as if heading out onto a dance floor. She took it and we headed down the hall to my parents' bedroom. To our mutual surprise, it was empty. Iva assured me that the only people upstairs were Rob, who was passed out, and Dad and Cindy, who were still going at it. Iva's voice was tight when she said that.

She should go to talk to my sister. Then she'd know what heartache was.

But that was just my guilt talking. Iva hadn't even said anything. I had no right to begrudge her the tiniest little accidental display of emotion.

There were more important things to worry about just then anyway. Like what Mel had tried to talk Pat out of doing to my mother. So we decided to check downstairs.

Sure enough, we heard the sounds of their fucking as soon as we opened the door. They were faint at first, but grew markedly louder with each step. The acoustics of the room couldn't account for that. Apparently our boy had thought to mask their presence.

That didn't bode well for Mom.

I was pretty sure that she was powerful enough that the odds were in her favor. But all he needed was the smallest opening.

"Whoa, there," Iva said, slapping a hand on my shoulder. I hadn't even realized I was rushing down the stairs. "Wait for me. You see the heels I'm wearing?"

"Sorry," I said.

We finished our descent more slowly.

Fortunately, Mom didn't seem to be in any danger. She had Pat pinned beneath her on the pullout bed, hands pressed against his lean chest, driving her hips into him like she was drilling for oil. His hands lay limp at his side, his jaw agape.

"Hey guys," Mom said, looking up.

The words almost didn't register. I was nearly hypnotized, just watching her. She wasn't wearing anything at all. A silk something or other lay in a heap on the floor.

"Just let me finish up," Mom continued. "He's got a little left in him."

Iva gave me a good bump with her hip. "And you were ready to make me twist an ankle." Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, she added, "Actually, you were right to worry. I had the same thought when I noticed the sound distortion."

I nodded to her before climbing into the recliner to watch Mom work.

Aunt Iva dropped down on her haunches in front of me. "Let her worry about him," she said to me. "Keep your eyes on Auntie Iva."

She ran her tongue over my sac, up the length of my dick, and over my head. My breath caught. I quivered with anticipation. She looked up at me and smiled, then stood up.

I swore under my breath.

"That's just vicious," I said to her.

Iva smiled then turned around and wiggled her ass at me.

If there was one thing I'd change about Iva, it was her ass. It was small, and not as round and well-shaped as that of some of the women in my family. She had Holly beat, but that was about it. Not that it was unappealing. Just not as impressive as that of other women, even considering its size. If Natalie's was bigger, it wasn't by much, but my sister's ass was so perfectly shaped that it didn't need to be in order to make Iva's look bad. And my niece's ass was every bit as shapely as Natalie's, maybe even more so, and a great deal bigger to boot. Even men who didn't couldn't appreciate the divine beauty of my mother's huge, soft, white orbs would be sure to prefer one of the other women to Iva in that respect.

Still, no reason to let that show. I reached out and squeezed one modest, soft cheek. Iva giggled. Then she climbed up into the chair, slowly, facing away from me. She folded her legs up beside us, the sharp heels of her stilettos inches away from my hips. I held a hip with one hand to keep her stable and unzipped the back of her corset with the other. She took the hint and tossed the garment to the floor.

I reached around her front and took hold of her huge breasts. Here, no one could compare to her, except my mother. Mom's were bigger, but if you asked anyone except me, they were also too big. Even I found myself agreeing some of the time. Iva's were getting towards too big, but weren't quite there. They hadn't given much ground to gravity, but they didn't have that unnatural stiffness you found with implants. And her prominent nipples were all kinds of fun to play with. They were really sensitive too, and the way her breath caught and her pulse accelerated after the lightest touch was incredibly arousing.

She lowered her hips, let my cock press against her moist opening, jerked away, then made another slow approach. My helmet disappeared ever so slowly. When she had about a quarter of my dick in her, I decided I could take no more teasing, and thrust up into her.

Iva gasped at first, but the sound quickly turned to a laugh. "Couldn't wait?"

"You're evil," I said.

"But I had your rapt attention. I bet you didn't even glance at your mother."

Without replying, I grew mouths in the palms of my hands and sucked on her nipples. I gave her a moment to get used to that before I started ramming my fat cock into her, fast and hard. Her nipples were so thick, her breasts so soft, her pussy so wet and tight, that I knew my first orgasm wasn't far away.

Iva relaxed, leaned her back against my chest, and fingered her clit languidly with one hand while raking her fingers across the back of my head with the other.

She cooed softly. "That's it, baby. Give your Aunt Iva that monster cock."

I closed my eyes and simply reveled in the moment.

The next thing I knew, my balls were being licked. I glanced over at Patrick and found his catatonic form alone on the pullout bed. Mom had come to join us.

After she played with my balls a bit more, Mom stood up and kissed her sister. As she did, she held up one hand where I could see, wiggled her fingers, then replaced them with tongues. The tongue-fingers then slid inside Iva's tight snatch alongside my cock. They writhed and curled, attacking my aunt's G-spot. While the effort was mostly for Iva's benefit, the feel of two soft tongues against the base of my cock, while I was already inside a warm pussy, was exhilarating.

When I shot a huge load inside Iva not long after that, she raised her hips up enough to let my cock slide out, and asked my mother to clean us up. She smiled, dropped to her haunches, and first polished my member, then sucked my cum out of Iva's snatch. 

"That's it, Ellen, just like that," my aunt said.

Hearing my aunt purr as she said my mother's name was itself almost enough to get me off again. I'd dreamed about having the two of them at once so many times. I couldn't believe this was happening.

My aunt then split herself in two. While still riding me reverse-cowgirl, she went around behind my mother, knelt down, and slowly worked her fist inside the brunette's pussy. All the while, Mom kept licking the blonde's swollen lips and stiff clitoris. 

At least, that's what I thought was happening.

In the many fantasies I'd had of this moment, I'd never had the problem of not being able to see what was happening. In my fantasies, I could watch the action from any and every angle. I wasn't pinned beneath my aunt, unable to see much more than the top of her head, my mother's back, and the other body Iva wore from the waist up.

Still, it was plain enough to my ears if not my eyes that they were enjoying themselves nearly as much as I was. And that was definitely exactly as it was in my fantasies.

I felt it in their Libidos as well. It might just have been my imagination, but I thought I could even pick out exactly what was turning them on. Iva had once told me that was possible, and I had no doubt that it came naturally to her. But this was probably the first time I'd noticed it myself.

Iva was enjoying almost everything about it. The feel of me inside her, my mother's oral ministrations, the excitement of seeing my mother respond so enthusiastically to the fist she was pushing in and out of her, and the simple knowledge that she was giving me the gift of being with my two favorite women. And, yes, Iva knew that she was one of my favorites.

Mom was enjoying the fisting in spite of herself, but was mostly excited on my behalf. Though, unlike Iva, I don't think she realized that this meant more to me than sharing her with some other woman would have. Or, if she did, she didn't appreciate the extent to which that was true.

That realization almost killed the mood for me. It wasn't exactly like I hadn't ever noticed before that I was really starting to develop powerful feelings for Iva, but I'd tried very hard to avoid admitting to myself that I was keeping that from Mom.

Perhaps then, it was no surprise that when Mom and Iva reached climax more or less at the same time, I was unable to join them. For a while there, I thought I might finish before them. Now I was just glad that I hadn't gone soft.

Okay, that was an exaggeration. I probably should have felt guilty enough for that to be a concern though. One of these days, either Mom was going to figure it out, or, if I was a halfway decent person, I'd tell her myself. And that would not be a good day.

But I was having a threesome slash foursome with my mother, the supremely voluptuous raven-haired fertility goddess, and my favorite aunt, the seemingly all knowing, wise-cracking, busty blonde beauty. There was some shame about being less than straightforward with Mom, yes. But there was absolutely no chance that I was going to lose my erection.

Iva collapsed into one body once more and offered Mom her place in my lap.

Mom gladly accepted. "Hey there," she said as she slid into the recliner.

"Hey yourself," I said, nibbling at her lower lip and running my hands over her breasts.

Iva's might be perfect. But damned if I didn't love Mom's oversized melons.

Aunt Iva produced four sets of handcuffs from nowhere. She held them up in the air and gave them a good shake so the metal chains chimed softly. Before we could respond, she cuffed my left hand to Mom's right and vice versa, then used the two remaining pairs to attach us to hooks that she made grow from the ceiling.

There was something delightfully tortuous about having Mom bouncing in my lap, her generous curves rippling uncontrollably, and not being able to touch her.

While Mom and I did our best to fuck each other's brains out, break the recliner, or perhaps both, Iva slipped out of her stilettos and padded softly over to Patrick.

Pretending not to know what was about to happen, I kept on shoving my dick into my mother as hard as I could while the two of us sucked face. But the moment I felt Iva's Libido expand rapidly, surging with energy, I pulled away from Mom's soft lips. 

"What the fuck!"

Yet another secret I was keeping from Mom. But even Natalie had told me that no one should know that I'd known, or that I'd told her.

Mom looked over at Iva, brow furrowed. When she saw the blonde woman writhing in ecstasy atop a bed that should not have been otherwise empty, she whispered, "Oh, dear."




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 06



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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Five before reading this.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual. 

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My coronation ceremony was a tedious affair. After all the time I'd spent lately with women who not only had a ton of power but knew how to use it, fucking one lesser noblewoman after another felt like a chore. Nonetheless, I pretended to enjoy their efforts. And, more importantly, doing my best to ensure they enjoyed mine.

As strong as I might be, no one could manage to hold the throne without support. And an army of vassals. I could command every single member of the court to offer themselves up as vassals, of course. Rule with an iron fist. Silas had done much the same. But I wanted to try a different approach. If I was going to expect my subjects to make great sacrifices for me, I thought it would help if I did something for them as well.

That started with treating my subjects like lovers rather than cattle, the way Brianna had. At least a good number of them. I took mental note of which ones I might be able to afford alienating, and which I'd better do my best to keep satisfied.

It was also high time our court started to build some lasting institutions. Iva informed me that most of the courts did not have any to speak of, but the largest ones all did. Genuine governments, staffed by career civil servants drawn from the ranks of the lesser nobility. Apparently, she'd tried convincing Jack to do the same, but he'd been so focused on repairing ties with Silas that he never even got around to choosing a prime minister.

So, ten minutes after having met her, I offered the position to the youngest daughter of one of the oldest, if no longer particularly prominent, houses.

By the standards of our world, Wendy was nothing particularly impressive. She had dull brown hair that had looked a mess even before we'd gotten all sweaty. Her figure was pear-shaped, her chest almost completely flat. There was a bit of a gap between her two front teeth. She also had bright green eyes, an easy smile, and prominent dimples. She might not be beautiful, but she was certainly cute.

What had impressed me first about her was that she hadn't hesitated to let me know what worked for her and what didn't, where all the other noblewomen had been so afraid of making a bad impression that they'd heaped effusive praise on me. It had been sickening.

I might be powerful and talented, but I didn't know their likes and dislikes. It was utterly implausible that I'd satisfied them as fully as they'd have had me believe. Wendy hardly made me feel unappreciated, but she wasn't obsequious either.

Which was a good quality to find in a lover. Not exactly a qualification for public service though. I'd really made up my mind about asking her to serve as the Third Autumnal Court's first prime minister when it became clear from our brief pillow talk that she knew the aspirations and grievances of all the major houses, and had more than a modicum of knowledge about the customs and practices of the other courts.

Thankfully, Wendy was all too happy to accept my invitation. Her father would be most pleased, she'd insisted. Their family had once regularly sat kings and queens upon the throne, but it had been generations since any of them had had a prominent place at court. She was so proud to help restore her family to its rightful place, she cried.

After the ceremony, I had wanted nothing more than to spend some time alone with Mom or Aunt Iva or both. Or to try to convince Natalie not to withdraw into the mortal world again. But there were things that needed doing. I did visit them both, along with Wendy, Sean and Mel. But none of those trips was for pleasure.

I left Wendy with the task of compiling a list of the most common institutional arrangements used in the Homelands, both currently and historically, along with her sense of the pros and cons of each. I realized that if she was to do so thoroughly, it would be a lifetime's work. But even the equivalent of an undergraduate term paper would be useful.

Between the two of them, I expected Mom and Iva to personally visit each of what I thought were the twenty most important noblemen. Neither had liked it when I told them that I thought we ought to make a point of sleeping with our strongest supporters at least once a week each, and that I wanted them to tend to the men while I did for the women. Before we could do that, I needed them to compile a list of who we could woo, who we couldn't, and who we might be able to simply ignore. I also asked them to write down a list of the nobles' grievances, no matter how petty.

I also asked them to have each of the noblemen provide a list of the three most influential houses. Naturally, they'd all list their own first. But I could only assume that we'd learn a lot from what names were most frequently listed second and third.

Finally, lest anyone think me soft, I also asked Mom and Iva to Devour the two nobles that struck them as most likely to cause trouble. I further told them that, if they saw fit, they could Devour one other person apiece, for any reason whatsoever. Or none at all. No questions asked. But I also stressed that this was a one time offer.

Neither much liked the requests. Mom hadn't even liked the offer of a hunting license, though Iva would surely put hers to good use. After I told them that they could each take one vassal for every two they recruited for me, though, they'd agreed to my outreach plan.

In Mom's case, that agreement came reluctantly. She'd looked like she wanted to let me know that what I'd asked of her was Shadow's work, and I'd chosen Iva for that job. I wasn't entirely sure I could have blamed her if she had. As soon as possible, I was going to have to set aside some time just for the two of us, make sure she knew just how much I appreciated her. And maybe come clean about some things I'd been keeping from her besides.

I informed six of the most attractive foreign dignitaries, three male and three female, that if they wished to have audience with me, they'd first have to satisfy my niece and nephew. I told Melanie and Todd that they should go along with the idea that they were playing an important gatekeeping role, but I think they understood that this was really just a gift to them. At least, I was sure Mel did, and that she'd explain it to her brother.

When all of that was done, I went in search of my bed. There were still a million things that needed doing. Not least of which was a complete renovation of the palace. Each of the previous rulers had used the palace's appearance to make powerful statements about how they'd intended to rule. I'd need to do the same.

But just then, all I could think about was how tired I was. My first day as king wasn't even over yet, and I was already beginning to wonder why I'd wanted the position so badly.

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When Mom walked into my office, I had my chair pushed back against the wall and Wendy propped up on my desk while I performed my best cunnilingus for her. Well, not quite my best. She wasn't ready for that. But I was using more than a few of my better tricks, and she was on the brink of her third monster orgasm.

I made Mom wait while I finished Wendy off, which only took another two minutes or so. The prime minister dropped back to the floor, pulled her skirt down around her hips, gently kissed me on the cheek, and headed for the door without needing to be asked to give us some privacy. She and my mother exchanged brief greetings before she left.

Mom planted her hands on her hips. She wore a black evening gown, a pearl necklace, black leather gloves, diamond earrings, and nice heels. It was perfect for the visits she was still finishing up. Formal enough to command the respect due to an emissary of the king, revealing enough to draw attention to her best assets.

"I see you've finally found some time for recreational activities," Mom said.

I sighed as I settled into my plush executive office chair, gesturing for Mom to take a seat as well. "You know that's not it. It's not like I'm paying her a salary. If I want her to do a good job, I need to motivate her somehow. And the whole court will bene-"

Mom waved away the rest as she sat down. "She'd probably be happy enough to do it on a strictly voluntary basis, and I think you know that. But I'm not under the impression you're developing romantic feelings for the girl. In your head, there's something noble about making sure she's compensated to your satisfaction, whether that's necessary to ensure her loyalty or not." She sighed, but there was a hint of a smile there too. "He might call himself king these days, but in some ways, my sweet baby will never change."

I coughed into my fist to hide my blush.

"I think I even mostly believe that you chose Iva to be your Shadow instead of me for similarly pragmatic reasons."

I forced my face to remain impassive. "Mostly" was pretty much exactly the extent to which she should believe that. There were some very good pragmatic reasons to ask Iva to be my Shadow. But I couldn't claim that I had no real feelings for her the way I could Wendy. And it was really getting to be time that I told Mom that.

Soon.

"I've never been interested in politics, and she knows all kinds of obscure and arcane crap," Mom continued. "And she can be plenty scary when she needs to be, too. It's okay, honey. I get it. Really. I mean, you can't blame me for being a little jealous all the same, but that's not what I came to talk to you about."

"What did you come to talk about?" I asked.

My mother sighed heavily. The way her huge breasts rose and fell as she did gave me an instant erection, whereas eating Wendy's pussy had not. "Please tell me you're going to have some time for your dear old mother soon? I miss you, honey. Rather badly."

"Of course I will. Later tonight, in fact. I was thinking we can take a little trip to the mortal world. Spend a few days together, without getting out of bed or sleeping a wink. And when we get back, just a few hours will have passed. What do you say?"

Her Libido swelled. "That would be...nice."

"Good. Then that's what we'll do," I said. "Tonight. But, just now, I'm afraid we need to talk business. How goes the outreach?"

She groaned, then kicked off her heels, pulled one of her feet up into her lap, and started to massage it with both hands. And that was all the response she offered.

I laughed as I came around behind her and gave her a back rub. Her muscles really were tense. I'd thought maybe she'd been making a show of looking weary, to make sure she got a little attention from me. And maybe that was true to some extent. But there was no question that the task I'd set her was taking a lot out of her.

Nodding to myself, I resolved to make our little excursion as special as I could. She deserved that, and more.

Mom rolled her neck as I worked, moaning softly. "Mmm. That's nice, dear."

"So what happened?"

"Oh, exactly what you'd expect. At first, everyone was very polite, but skeptical. When they saw I really was willing to listen though, they wouldn't stop rattling off all kinds of complaints. And some were reasonable enough. But others...."

"Couldn't tell if they were even serious?" I asked.

"Worse. Even when I was sure they were, it seemed like they shouldn't have been. I can't believe they think that we're going to do something about some of this. Like their favorite lover spending more time with some other member of their family. Or what's going on in politics in the mortal world. Sure, we made that world, but seriously. We can't be expected to spend all of our time fixing everything about it. They get to roam around and prey upon hapless mortals more or less without consequences, provided they're quiet about it. They want us to worry about tax rates, unemployment, and gay marriage?"

"But they're taking us seriously?"

"Yes, yes," Mom said. "You might be opening a box you won't easily be able to close."

I handed her a margarita. She took it, patted my hand, and sipped the drink. She let out a contented sigh each time the glass left her lips.

"At any rate, I'm really getting the sense that the first thing you should do is set up a judiciary. A lot of their grievances are with one another, not the throne. Simply having a neutral but authoritative arbiter to resolve their disputes would mean a lot to them."

"Makes sense," I said. "Why did no one think of that before?"

"Oh, I'm sure they have. It's just that no one cared, honey. Because no one's sat on that throne before who truly wanted to make their subjects happy."

I laughed. "That's nice of you to say, but I rather suspect the real answer is that I'm spending a lot of time on things that won't really improve my hold on power, when I could be using my time more wisely."

"Probably," she said.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said, with a sigh. But I would rather hear the truth. And it was hard to imagine that her first response fell under that category.

Mom busied herself with her margarita for a time before saying, "Well, anyway, you ought to look into recruiting a royal magistrate. I mean, you could, of course, do it yourself. They'd certainly appreciate that. But talk about not using your time wisely. You've already committed yourself to spending more time than I wish you would, ah, distributing patronage. As if you couldn't just command every family to volunteer one of their members to serve as a vassal and be done with it. The last thing you need to do is hold court four hours everyday, listening to the kind of shit I've been wading through lately. So find someone qualified and promise to fix any problems they create in the mortal world. That seems to be the closest thing to currency here, besides offering them time with your or your family. Which, I hope I don't need to remind you, is a scarce commodity."

"I know it is," I said. "And I really do appreciate everything you've been doing."

"Well, we'll find out tonight just how much you do," she said. After another sip of her drink, she added, "I'm warning you mister, if you get your mother's hopes up with talk of a little vacation, and then bail last minute, I'm going to...I'm going to...well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm sure you won't like it."

I laughed then kissed the top of her head. "Duly noted."

She rubbed my forearms. "How about you, baby? Is everything going okay so far on your end? I see you've made the palace your own."

I nodded. It looked pretty similar to the way it had under Jack. At least in the sense that it looked like a place someone might actually live in, if they had obscene amounts of money, rather than a cold, hard, intimidating thing, as it had when Brianna sat the throne. Jack's dream mansion wasn't identical to mine in various little ways, but we'd still chosen to make similar statements. You could say I'd made it my own. But there was as much continuity as change to the way the place looked.

"Official negotiations with the First Autumnal Court begin tomorrow," I said. "I guess that's when we'll figure out whether it was a huge mistake to take the throne."

"I'm sure my baby knows what he's doing," my mother said.

Isn't that what mothers pretty much always say?

I laughed. "I'm glad one of us is. To be perfectly honest, I don't know how I could know what I'm doing, being so new at this. But we'll see."

"Have you...talked over the details of your proposal...with your Shadow?"

"Don't do that," I said, kissing her head again.

"Do what?" She finished her margarita, then refilled it herself. "Okay, I know I didn't need to use that tone. But it was actually a serious question."

"Not yet. But I will. And I'd like your feedback too. We can talk more about it tonight. But I guess it's only fair to tell you now that one of the things I'll pushing for is the release of the woman who was held captive with me. In fact, I plan to ask her to marry me."

Mom dropped her glass. It shattered on the floor, and margarita sprayed against the desk, the chair, and our feet. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just...didn't expect that."

"Don't worry about," I said. With a thought, I cleaned up the mess.

"So. What's the lucky girl's name?" she asked in a flat tone.

"Lily," I said. "But Mom, don't worry. Nothing's going to change between us. I promise."

"Don't say that. That only makes me think you haven't thought this through."

"Okay. Fine. That's fair enough. What I mean is, you'll still be my favorite," I said. "Besides, last I checked, you were still married. Doesn't stop us from...well, what I'm saying is, whatever this is, it doesn't require us to be single."

Another conversation neither of us wanted to have.

"That's truuuue," she said, her lips moving slower than molasses with the second word. "But, our kind doesn't even bother pretending marriage is a lifelong commitment. Now that our children are of age, your father and I don't have much reason to be together. Even if you go about things the same way we did, you're still committing yourself to making this Lily a very important part of your life for what will seem like a few years here in the Homelands, but a few decades in the mortal world. Which is how long it will take to raise kids. I assume that's what this is about, right? You want children?"

I ground my teeth. She just had to say her name like that.

But I didn't want to let my frustration show. I was dropping something of a bomb on her, after all. She was entitled to a little cattiness.

"Of course it is," I said, hopefully without any edge to my voice. "And of course you're right. Your'e always right. But even so, I promise you that no one's going to replace you. I may have less time for you than either of us would like, but that won't mean I care about your any less, or that I won't be thinking of you when I'm with her."

"It better not mean that," she said.

Neither of us said anything for a time.

Eventually, Mom broke the silence. "So. Tell me. Where are you going to have the wedding? The Homelands or the mortal world? Indoors or out?"

"I don't know."

Her back stiffened a little. "And who are you going to invite? Do you expect any of her family to attend?"

"Not sure. She's an exile. Got the impression she's not on good terms with her family."

"Exiled from?" Mom asked.

"Shadowed Glade of the Moon." Reluctantly, I added, "I'm pretty sure. She didn't talk about home much, and didn't seem to want me to ask."

"Frank. Honey."

"I know," I said. "I know. But, Mom, she might not even say yes. I'm just trying to give you early warning here. I don't have any actual plans yet. You're literally the first person to know that I'm even thinking about it."

"Okay, fine, so you still have plenty of time to work that all out. But if I know my son, you're going to try to put all those decision off til the last minute. Or make her make them. You can expect some serious nagging from me if you do though."

Some things never change. "Yes, Mom."

#

After we'd settled in to the hotel room, tested out the bed and enjoyed a quick shower together, my mother and I were ready for a drink. She summoned a bottle of tequila. I did one shot with her, then told her I had a better idea.

The foot I was massaging slipped out of my hand and made a playful poke at my crotch. "And what's that, mister?" Mom asked.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 06



I slid a key card across the little wooden table. "I want you to go down to the bar. Round up three or four guys. Then bring them back here. I'll make myself invisible, so you'll be the only one to know that I'm watching. The only to know that seeing my mother behave like a cock-hungry slut will have me jerking off like crazy."

"Oh, sweetie," she said. Her Libido swelled. "That sounds delightful. But that's really not necessary. I can't believe I'm turning down a good gangbang, but Mommy just wants some time alone with her baby."

"There'll be plenty of time for that," I said. "We're going to be here for two nights."

She chewed at her full lower lip. "You sure? It won't make you jealous?"

"I'm not just sure. I insist."

Her huge breasts rose and fell. At last, she nodded. No doubt, she'd noticed that I'd dodged her second question. But she let it slide.

"One more," she said, reaching for the bottle. "Nothing like a little liquid courage."

After we downed the shots, I thought she might actually back out. I was surprised by how hesitant she appeared to be. I sensed excitement when I read her Libido, but also a hint of fear. Just what she was afraid of, though, I couldn't have said. Nonetheless, the next I knew, every trace of it was gone anyway, so I decided not to worry too much about it.

We kissed for a while, and I was right back to thinking that she was going to change her mind. Though this time, it wasn't fear that I sensed in her Libido. As powerful as the desire I felt pulsing inside her was, the fact that she didn't throw me down on the bed and have her way with me must have taken considerable willpower.

Mom donned a loose-fitting sundress, blue with white floral print.

"How do I look?" she asked. "Too conservative?"

It was reasonably modest, but she hadn't bothered with a mortal disguise, so she wouldn't need to show much skin in order to attract attention.

"Absolutely perfect," I said.

Mom slapped my bare upper arm. "Seriously. Do you think I should...?" she cupped her breasts, mushing them flat against her body. "Or at least...?" she turned around and similarly tried to hide her fat ass in her small hands. "You know other guys don't necessarily feel the same way you do about-"

"Don't be crazy, Mom," I said. "You're going to have to beat them off with a club."

She smiled that smile that all parents learn, and perhaps no one who isn't a parent can ever quite master. Roll her eyes though she might, there was both affection and gratitude in that look. "Unfortunately for you, I forgot my club. So I may just bring back more than three or four. How's about that?"

"If that's what you're in the mood for," I said. "I just want you to enjoy yourself. Because I'm going to enjoy you that much more as a result. Plus I'm looking forward to watching you fuck those poor saps within an inch of their lives."

She flashed a devious grin. "Okay. I'm going now." It almost sounded like a question.

"Have fun," I said. "Or choose well. Or whatever it is I'm supposed to say at this point."

She snorted, waved bye, and left.

"Here we go," I said to myself. As I lifted the bottle of tequila to pour myself one last shot, I noticed my hand shaking a little. Mom's reluctance only further convinced me that this had been a good idea.

She was going to love the surprise.

I tossed back the shot and shuddered. Then I stood up, drew a deep breath, and stepped directly from the room to the bar, without bothering with the space between. Shortest distance between two points a straight line, my ass.

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As soon as she saw me standing in a circle, wearing three different bodies, Mom snickered and covered her face with one hand. But she recovered quickly and continued playing along. She took a seat by herself at the bar and surreptitiously invited one of "us" to buy her a drink with her eyes.

I waited a few minutes before going over to her.

"What're you drinking?" I asked. "Doesn't look worthy of you. Let me buy you something top shelf," I added, before she could respond.

Mom tried her best to hide a giggle. "No sense hiding good tequila in another frozen margarita," she said, the straw still in her mouth. "Do a shot with me?"

Was that her way of telling me she knew? Did she think I hadn't already guessed? Either way, I ordered two shots of the finest tequila they had. Unfortunately, this wasn't an upscale bar in downtown Manhattan, so their finest wasn't all that fine. But it would do.

"I'm Ellen," Mom said, as she clanked her empty glass down on the marble.

"John," I said.

"John?" she asked.

I nodded. "And that there's Jimmy. Beside him is Joe."

"Are they not fans of tequila?" she asked.

"I'm sure they are, but-"

"Well, then, invite them over," she said.

So I introduced Mom to the other guys I was pretending to be. As hard as it was being inside three bodies at once, all altered just enough to look like different people even if they were all recognizably me, it was even harder remembering to only talk with one at a time. And remembering which one went by which made up name. I almost answered questions she asked of Jimmy with Joe, and of Joe with John.

But thankfully, Mom didn't make me keep the charade up long. After one more round of shots, I paid the bill with a credit card the bartender wouldn't find out was fake until tomorrow, and the three guys followed Ellen up to her hotel room.

Though I wasn't sure I could handle it, once back in the room, I split off into a fourth body. But that one sat in the corner, invisible, and watched.

As John, I was the tallest I'd ever made myself. Pushing six foot six. I was also a lot leaner. My usual build on a body that tall would have made for quite a big boy.

Jimmy was a bit taller than my baseline self, with blonde hair instead of my ashy brown, and a deep bronze tan. He had the beginnings of a golden brown beard.

Joe was my regular height, and much thinner. There was still a fair amount of muscle on that body, but it was wiry rather than bulky. Whereas I ordinarily looked like a bodybuilder, Joe looked like a runner. He wore his brown hair in a ponytail, and had a full beard.

The three guys undressed Ellen, laid her down on the bed, and set to work exploring her voluptuous figure with their hands and mouths.

"Oh, my," Mom said. "I've never done anything like this."

"Sure you haven't," one of me said. I was starting to lose track.

"Well, maybe once or twice," she said. "But my husband, Frank, is usually one of them."

I almost lost control then. Did my head spin, or did four heads spin?

Her husband.

"Where is he now?" I asked. As Joe, I think.

"Who cares," Ellen said with an evil laugh.

I, or we, or they, or whatever it was, laughed with her.

Somehow, I managed to keep up the different appearances and personas long enough for Ellen to at least suck, if not fuck, each of them. But even though she showed admirable restraint whenever one of my bodies came, energy was gushing out of me like blood from an opened femoral artery. First, I stopped maintaining the alterations that made John, Jimmy and Joe distinct, and three identical men continued pleasuring Mom while a fourth watched. But that only staunched the flow of energy a little. It was more the fact that I wore four bodies than that they all looked different that was wearing me out fast. So I soon I condensed two of the bodies into one.

That, I probably could have kept up for a while. Especially since Mom's orgasms were plentiful. But I was getting tired. So after she took one more load in her mouth and one in her womb, I let go of the extra bodies, allowing my full consciousness to gather within the invisible voyeur. Finally, I made my final self visible.

"Did...you...enjoy?" I asked, between gasps for air.

Mom wiped a sweaty lock of hair that had been obscuring her vision from her face. "Baby, that was just about the hottest thing we've ever done."

"Even without all the extras?" I asked. "No blue bolts of not-quite-electricity, no zero-gravity, no floating hands or spectral mouths?"

"That's all nice," she said. "Don't get me wrong. And I hope to see most of that too. Because there's nothing you do to me that I don't absolutely love. But, yes, even without that, I enjoyed it. A lot."

"Good," I said. "But if you don't mind, I think I need a break before we can get to the rest. Appears I'm not as strong as I thought I was."

"Oh, sweetie," Mom said, as she slipped out of bed, padded over to me, and draped herself across my legs. "You're the strongest I've ever met. Much stronger than my mother was. From what I hear, Silas might have something on you, but short of-"

"Iva. Iva's stronger than I am. She'd be queen right now, if she'd wanted to be," I said.

Her mouth tightened. Perhaps simply because I'd mentioned her name. But maybe because she thought my claim that Iva was stronger was simply me having an overly high opinion of her. Or maybe because she believed me, and the truth bothered her. I'd loved to have known which it was, but on the topic of Iva, Mom never had much to say.

Not that I could blame her, really. I hadn't either, not yet. And that wasn't fair of me. Of course, it wouldn't be fair to tell her now either. This was the time alone with me that she'd been waiting for.

But it would have to be soon after we got back to the Homelands.

"So Grandma Noreen was really powerful, huh? How did...what happened?"

Mom sighed. "Kaitlin was never weak, even before she Devoured her. But even so, she'd never have had a prayer, if my mother had known what was coming. I wasn't there, so I don't know all the details, but I think she'd been watching my mother and her brother together, invisible, and waited until...well, it doesn't really matter exactly how it happened. Gus's mother might not have been as powerful as mine, but she was clever, ambitious, and willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted."

"And that's...that's when you married Dad?" I asked, remembering something my still exiled Aunt Tara had said, long ago.

"Mmm hmm," Mom said. "Daddy wanted war. So did Tara. Maybe even more so. Liz...well, bless her heart, Liz never wanted to get involved in politics. How she was cursed with Brianna, I'll never understand. But though I could tell that she would have given our father what he wanted were it her in my shoes, if only because she would have done anything to help him through his grief, she didn't say anything, and I'm not sure I ever really told her how much that meant to me."

"So Grandpa really loved Grandma? It wasn't just about having kids?"

Mom ruffled my hair. "If this Lily of yours says yes, you'll understand. You can't spend eighteen, twenty, twenty five years in the mortal world, wearing a mask all day every day, and not start to become it. I think I really loved your father, while we were together. Not sure I ever really stopped loving him. It's not like I have any hard feelings towards him even now. But once your kids grow up and you return to the Homelands, things change."

"A simple yes would have sufficed," I said.

With a wan smile, Mom pinched my nose between her two fingers.

The way Iva always did.

Guilt shot through me as I realized how I'd worded the thought.

"That was as good a time as any to tell you that you have no idea what you're getting into," Mom said. "Hopefully you won't forget about me. But I promise you, you will come to love your wife. When her belly swells with your child, if not before."

I wasn't sure what to say to that. No doubt she was right. She always was.

And she didn't seem upset about it either. There was a faint hint of pride mixed in with the grief over losing her son to some other woman. Not that she was losing me, not really. But of course it would feel that way to her.

The tone of acceptance in her voice and the relative placidity of her Libido made it even harder to argue with her. These were not words spoken from jealousy.

"Why don't you talk about them more? Your parents?" I asked at last.

"You don't want to hear about that."

"But I do," I said.

Mom kissed me gently on the forehead. "How powerful do you think I am?"

I frowned. Was she changing the topic? "You're one of the strongest women I've ever been with," I said.

"And before you instructed me to Devour two of your nobles, which I've yet to do, how many people would you say I'd Devoured?"

"What's that got to do with...oh. Oh." I fell silent. I'd never much thought about it before. But I saw where she was going. If the answer was none, she might be as weak as her sister, Liz, had been. Barring that, she'd still be fortunate to be as strong as Natalie. Which was nothing to sneeze at. But I'd never known my sister to wear two bodies at once. Mom could. Maybe splitting her consciousness didn't come as easily to her as it did to me or Iva these days, but I'd seen her do it. 

Mom nodded.

"I thought you and your father were close."

"We were," she said. "It's a long story. And not one I care to tell just now. Someday, perhaps. I guess you do have a right to know. But for now, I want you to fuck me silly. Fuck me until the sun comes up. What do you say? Have you had enough of a break?"

Not a moment later, I had my mother on the floor and I was taking her doggy-style.

#

Dripping with sweat from a long workout, I headed towards my quarters. As I rounded the corner from the bedroom to the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Deirdre sat on the lip of my private hot tub. Her many visages all wore very formal garments, though of a great many different types. One wore a business suit. One a silk toga. Several wore traditional dresses.

"Uh, hey," I said.

"Hello, Frank," she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up.

"You here on business?"

"No, I'm sneaking around behind my brother's back."

"Right. So shall we get down to it then?"

"It is nice to see you again, though," she said.

I cleared my throat. "Same here."

She hesitated then went up on her tiptoes, or maybe leaned down, depending on which version of her you looked at, and kissed my cheek. Then she stepped back, tucked her hands behind her, and stared at her feet.

Fuck. Of course, I was hard. That was helpful.

"Sorry," she said. "Shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay," I said. "Give me a minute to get dressed, then we can talk in my office." I gestured to the door leading from my bedroom down the hall.

"Okay," she said. She hesitated, perhaps contemplating kissing me again, then left.

In classic passive-aggressive form, I took my time. I lingered in the shower, letting the hot water loosen my muscles.

When I finally decided I'd kept Deirdre waiting long enough, I found her sitting across from my desk. She had her hands folded in her lap, waiting as patiently as you please.

"Sorry about that," I said.

"Not at all," she replied. I could sense a bit of longing, but truth be told, it was faint. What I felt more powerfully was guilt and pity.

That last bit helped get rid of my erection but quick.

There was some genuine desire there, yes. But I'd be a fool to read much into it. And her brother had surely sent her in his place precisely because he'd hoped that seeing her again would arouse the sorts of emotions in me that would enfeeble me.

So I did my best to ignore it, and not to resent her for something that wasn't her fault.

"My brother says your terms are quite intriguing," she said after I took my seat.

"Intriguing."

She sighed, but quickly recovered her cool. "He sends me with a counter-offer. Lily is free to join you in the Third Autumnal Court if she so desires. And Silas is prepared to grant his approval for the Elevation of the mortal Holly. Our two courts will also formally declare peace, and offer free passage for any nobles from one court to the other.

"In return, you will deliver Tara of House Orwin to us personally, as originally proposed." So far, so good. "You will also surrender to him the first born son or daughter of one out of every three nobles of your court."

I didn't hesitate a moment before saying, "One in five, like I said, or no deal."

"You can take a day or two to consult with-"

"No. Don't need to consult with anyone. Tell him that I mean no offense, but one in three is simply not going to happen. I'm flirting with rebellion as it is."

She sighed. "Okay. He didn't think you'd go for it, but he made me swear that I'd ask. If you hesitated enough, I was instructed to at least push for one in four. But I'll have to tell him that you wouldn't budge." With a grin, she added, "And that I tried really, really hard to get you to cave before I backed off."

I laughed. "So we have a deal then?"

"We do." She rose and shook my hand. Then leaned in for a hug. For a moment I thought it might go farther, or that she perhaps had more that she wanted to say. But Deirdre simply nodded, waved goodbye, and vanished.

#

The prison world to which Tara and her family had been exiled was pleasant enough. It was like someone had plucked a random piece of modern American surburbia up and placed it in a self-contained world. It was even populated by a few thousand mortals. I wish my own exile had been more like theirs.

Of course, I'd found myself sitting atop the throne not long after mine had ended, whereas my aunt's ended with her being Devoured by Silas.

My cousins, though, were spared that fate. After they'd sworn fealty to me, I'd set them free to come and go as they pleased. I didn't even ask them to become vassals, as Iva had insisted that I should. So, no, the Homelands had not been entirely kind to them. But they certainly could have suffered worse.

Like the fate to which Brianna had been condemned.

The entire world she inhabited was a great big void. She simply floated there in that dark abyss with utter emptiness stretching out infinitely in every direction. It was a world without color, without sounds or smells, without light or warmth.

I willed a minimal setting into being. We now stood along the curb on a strip of roadside, with a lamppost overhead and a park bench beside us. The road went nowhere, and was no more than a dozen yards from end to end. But it eased the sense of infinite nothingness.

My cousin, the former queen, jerked her head up, looking from me to the surroundings I'd created. Her brow furrowed, her lips tightened. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought you'd be glad to see a familiar face."

She scoffed, taking a seat at the park bench and tucking her hands under her slender thighs. "I guess. Is this real? I'm not hallucinating?"

"No, you're not," I said, settling down beside her.

"Of course not. During my bouts of madness, when I start thinking I'm not the only one here after all, it's not you who's here with me."

By the wounded tone, you'd think it was I who'd exiled her, rather than the other way around. Not that Deirdre's quarters compared to this place, but still.

"Lovely to see you too," I said.

She tossed a lock of hair behind her shoulder. "So let me guess. Jack negotiated your release, and as soon as you returned, you immediately set to work plotting his overthrow. And now you sit where you'd always wanted. Poor fucking kid."

I jerked my head back. Jack, who had sentenced her to this fate, who'd allowed everyone to believe that he'd Devoured her and thus might well have ensured that even once the throne passed back into Orwin hands, she might be left here, alone and forgotten, that Jack, he was worthy of her sympathy, whilst I deserved nothing but scorn?

"I am king now, yes, but it wasn't me who did for Jack," I said, voice flat.

"How long have I been here?" she asked, looking away.

I sighed, told myself to look at it from her point of view.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 06



It was no wonder she was a bit testy. I wouldn't last long in this place.

"Two years or so, in the Homelands," I said. "How long has it been in here?"

"Can't tell," she said. "In case you haven't noticed, there aren't a lot of clocks around. Or a sun. Or anything. But it wouldn't shock me to know that it had been more like ten."

"Sorry. I didn't know." I started to say more, then swallowed the words.

She peered at me from the corner of her eyes. "So, what, you came here to gloat? To insist that you're actually the most benign dictator the court has ever seen? Because, let me tell you, Frank, I just don't fucking care."

"No," I said. "I've come to-"

Brianna shook her head. "No, really, I don't care. At all. I'm sure I was wrong about you, in all kinds of ways. Great. Swell. I was wrong about a lot of things. Probably even deserve this fate. But whatever you have to say, I'd rather you just leave me alone."

I reached across the bench and took her hand in mine. Despite her words, she didn't resist. In fact, I felt her Libido soar at that simple little gesture, and not because I'd put any effort into trying to elicit such a response. I wondered what must it be like for one of our kind to go a decade without knowing the touch of another person.

"I don't think anyone deserves this fate," I said. "Jack might have thought he was doing you a favor by exiling you instead of Devouring you, but even so, this is extreme."

"Right," she said, "like being Deirdre's personal sex slave. That must have been so hard on you. It's a wonder you made it out alive."

"That's all right," I said, giving her hand a squeeze. "You're entitled to a few of those. I'd be a bit cagey too, if I were you."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Okay, obviously I'm projecting a little. Thank you, Captain Sensitive. What do you want me to say? This has been a total fucking nightmare. Part of me would love to tell you that I could do another ten years without any trouble, because I can't stand the thought of you seeing me like this, but, yeah, this is positively unbearable, and it's kinda got me in just a little bit of a pissy mood. If you don't like that, you can go shove a spiked mace up your ass."

"How would you like to leave?"

Brianna opened her eyes. "Please, don't fuck with me, Frank. I know I'd deserve it if you did. But don't. I don't think I could take it."

I lifted her hand up and kissed it. "I'm serious, Brie. I want you to return to court."

"What? Are you crazy? No way." She tucked a curl of red-brown hair behind an elfin ear. "I mean, yeah, I'd love to leave this wretched place. But I thought you were talking about transferring me to one of the softer prison worlds. Now, that, I'd really appreciate. But you'd be a fool to let me return to court, and I don't want to besides. Couldn't bear facing everyone again. Not after what I did."

I slid closer to her, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and kissed her head. She moaned softly and laid her head on my shoulder. "Brie, you didn't do anything that bad."

"I Devoured my parents. Because I could."

"Okay, you've got a point there," I said. And she really did. Maybe this was a bad idea. Nonetheless, I said, "But that doesn't mean you can't come back. You've obviously had time to reflect on what you did, and suffered for it."

My cousin leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "That's, well, that's really sweet of you, Frank. And I don't want to sound unappreciative. Knowing that you can forgive me, after the way I delighted in torturing, terrifying, and manipulating you, meas a lot to me. But I don't even know if I trust myself. What if I'm duly repentant now, sitting here in my abyss, but go right back to my old ways once I return? How do you know I won't try to depose you? What credibility could anything I say now possibly have?"

"Did you enjoy sitting on the throne?" I asked.

"How do you know I didn't?" she asked. "With all due respect, you don't know anything about me. Never did. You saw what you wanted to see."

"Okay, so I shouldn't have presumed. Now I'm asking, did you enjoy it?"

She sighed. "I guess I didn't really understand you either, because I have to admit that it genuinely surprises me that you apparently consider it to be an unbearable burden. But I've got to say, as much as I regret some of what I did, I'd be lying if I told you that I hated having all that power. Doesn't that prove what a terrible person I am?"

"No."

She pulled her feet up onto the bench and tucked them behind her. "How do you figure?"

"I don't think you'd be scared of returning if you were."

"Bullshit," she said. "You don't think some of the most wretched people in history have been aware that they were monsters? Haven't you ever heard that most serial killers confessed that they'd wanted to be caught? Please tell me you're not still this naive."

"I don't think that's you though."

"I guess I'm one or two shy of serial."

I frowned at her. She just kept staring at me with those emerald green eyes, unrelenting. But when I kissed the top of her head again, she leaned into it.

"Fine. If you don't want to come back, you don't have to. I'll let you stay in self-imposed exile as long as you like. And I'll move you to one of the more bearable prison worlds. But I'm going to keep visiting you, and one of these days, I'm going to talk you into returning."

"Why?" she asked. "What did I ever do to make you think that's a good idea?"

It was a good question.

"Maybe it's what I did," I said. "I've had time to think about things too. Time to step back and try and put myself in your shoes. Time to think about what I was willing to do to get to where I am, and what I'm willing to do to stay there. I think you were wrong about me in some ways, yes, but not by nearly as much as I wanted to think. I'm not sure I like what I've become. I guess that showing you mercy helps ease my conscience."

She sat back upright, pulled away from me. "In that case, you can go fuck yourself."

"What?"

Brianna crossed her arms under her breasts. "I don't want your pity, Frank, and I sure don't want to be responsible for your redemption. It's hard enough carrying the weight of the chains I forged for myself, let alone someone else's."

"I'm not asking you to be responsible for anything. I'm going to do this because I think I should, and that's all there is to it. If you say 'no' a thousand times, I'll keep coming to see you, and keep asking you to come home. And you can just keep right on refusing, if that's what you feel is best. What's important to me is that you have the choice."

The stiffness went out of my cousin's back. I thought I felt a faint stirring in her Libido. Not lust. But maybe...affection?

"I just might say 'no' a thousand times, you know," she said, though the edge had left her voice. It was almost hard to remember she'd once had the cutest voice.

I put my arm around her once more, and with a sigh, she leaned back against me.

"So, how does Aunt Ellen like being your Shadow?"

"She's not. Iva is," I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's-"

Brie shook her head. "Oh, I know, it makes perfect sense. I just didn't think you'd be willing to explain to your mother why you chose another woman."

I laughed. "Well, she certainly didn't love it. I'm not sure I'm done paying for it either."

Brie smiled softly. "I missed you, you know."

For a moment, I was too stunned to respond. Then I said, "Probably missed everyone."

"I don't just mean while I've been stuck here. Even while I was still queen, and you were Silas' captive. Or his sister's. Whatever. You drove me crazy, and when you were taken captive, I didn't feel as bad for you as maybe I should have. But despite that, I still missed you. Missed your touch. Your voice. Your lame sense of humor. The way you can be the most arrogant, self-impressed bastard alive and yet still somehow be capable of the kind of selfless behavior for which our kind is somewhat less than renowned."

Finally, we kissed. Tenderly, at first. But with growing intensity. And hunger. Before long, she was straddling my hips and dry humping me. My hands ran over her body, hiked up her little skirt, sought out her small but round ass.

Brianna was out of practice. And I'd grown a lot stronger since we'd last seen each other. But she hadn't forgotten how to make me cum from a mere kiss.

When I hooked a few fingers in her panties and pulled them aside, though, she sat back sharply, forcing me to withdraw my hands.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"It's just that...I was thinking about Devouring you. Just now. I mean, I seriously considered it. Really, really wanted to do it."

"Your emotions must be going crazy," I said.

"No, Frank. Fuck. Stop trying to make everything okay, will you?" she asked, throwing her hands up. "You know what stopped me? It sure as shit wasn't my conscience. I sensed how powerful you've become, and it frightened me. That's it."

"I see," I said. Though I didn't believe it was as simple as that.

Brianna slipped out of my lap. "I think you should take me to my new prison and then go. And don't come back too soon."

#

Though Wendy hadn't said a word in protest when I told her I had to cancel my afternoon meeting with her, I knew she wasn't likely to forgive me for it any time soon. And that was only partly because she would miss my tongue. We had a great many matters to discuss. The First Wintry Court had waited to make sure that this king was going to last more than a week before sending an ambassador, and Iva assured me that if there was one ruler worth taking more seriously than Silas, it was Daphne.

But I'd put off having this conversation with Mom for entirely too long.

As it happened, one of the minor nobles whose face I recognized but couldn't put a name to was just leaving Mom's chambers when I arrived.

"Hard at work, your majesty," Mom giggled, fanning her sweaty pussy with a bare hand.

"So I see."

"Hmm. That's a tone." She slipped out of bed, flipped her hair back, and cleaned herself up. A beige silk robe appeared from nowhere, wrapping itself around her without any help from her hands. "I've Devoured one little lordling for you, now. Still one more to go, but, technically, that's infinitely many more than when last we spoke," she said, with a smile.

"That's not what I came here to talk about," I said. Then, forcing a little warmth back into my voice, I added, "But that's good. I didn't doubt you'd eventually do as I'd asked, but it is best if that's done sooner rather than later."

"I know, I know," my mother said. She sat in front of a vanity mirror and ran a brush through her hair, though it was hardly needed. Her black mane could not have been more beautiful. "Why so serious? You're making me nervous."

I guess I hadn't adjusted my tone as much as I'd thought. "It's nothing."

"Honey, if this is just the way you're going to be all the time now that you're king-"

"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," I said. "It doesn't have anything to do with me being king," I added. "This is personal."

"Oh," Mom said, putting her brush down. She turned around, holding the right armrest of her chair with her left hand. "Okay, so let's talk. Should I fix us a drink?"

I nodded.

"This isn't a 'yay, good news, happy time' kind of talk," she said. It wasn't a question. "Right. No frozen margaritas then." She flashed a grin at me, which I forced myself to return. But it must have been obvious that it was feigned, because Mom's sincere grin turned into a frown, and quick. "Here," she said curtly, handing me a rocks glass filled with three fingers' worth of caramel colored liquor.

I took a sip. Fine, single malt Scotch. Extra peaty. Very smoky. I took a deep, satisfied breath and exhaled slowly.

"Please tell me this isn't about rough sex. I've said all I intend to say about that."

"It's not," I said.

Mom tried the Scotch. She coughed, stuck out her tongue, and made various and egregious sounds of disgust.

Which was nothing compared to her reaction when I told her about Iva.

Everything there was to tell.

I'm not sure exactly what I said. It was almost like I wasn't really in my body at that point. Like when I divided my consciousness. If I'd forgotten to create any other bodies, that is. And had also forgotten to leave any behind in the first one. I guess it wasn't alike at all, but it was the only comparison that came to mind. Somehow or other, though, it all came out. How I'd known what she had planned for Patrick. Had given her the green light in exchange for her agreeing to stay on as Shadow. The way I wasn't sure what I felt for her, that it didn't compare to what Mom and I had, but I couldn't deny that it was something much more powerful than what I felt for anyone other than Mom.

For a long while after I finished, we sat in silence. I finished my Scotch, and Mom refreshed my glass without a word. Her own sat untouched but for that first taste.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?"

"You should have told me. A lot sooner," she replied.

"Yes, I should have," I said.

"And don't tell me it was because you've been too busy with work," she said.

"No, I know," I said. "I wasn't. I was just too cowardly to-"

"Damn right it was cowardly," she said. "And don't think that by agreeing with me you can calm me down, mister."

I tipped my glass back silently.

She picked up her glass, tossed the Scotch onto the carpet, and poured a shot of tequila into the glass in its stead. When she slammed the newly summoned bottle down, I thought for sure it would crack. The shot disappeared momentarily. Then was followed nearly as quickly by another. After she took a patient sip of her third shot, she said, "I'm not going to tell you that I wouldn't have been mad if you'd told me earlier. I would be. Because, honestly, this fucking sucks, Frank. And I shouldn't have to pretend that the only reason I'm upset is because you didn't tell me in order to also be upset about that."

"You're right," I said.

"Would you fucking say something in your defense!" Mom tossed her glass at me. I ducked my head in time to avoid it. "You're trying to make it hard for me to be angry at you, and that's no fair either."

"It's not like we're in a rela-"

"Oh, are we back to that old line, then?" she asked. "Would you perhaps like to remind me again how I once told you that it was just sex? It's been so long since I heard that."

I stared at my feet.

"Do you want to know why I Devoured your Grandpa Dick, Frank?" she asked.

Before I could get the "Yes," out of my mouth, she started to answer.

"He wanted to overthrow Kaitlin. It had been more than sixteen years since I'd talked him down from the brink the first time, when an issue I'd thought resolved flared back up. He'd grown incensed about...nevermind what he was upset about. I'd made my family swallow their objections when I married House Farrier's only remaining son. Which I did so no more lives would be lost. And I still wondered if it was worth the price."

I gestured for her to continue. Then immediately regretted it.

But, thankfully, she was too wrapped up in her story to realize that I'd given her another good reason to throw something at me.

"I'd managed it once, though," she said. "Held the whole damn court together. With my cunt. How do you like that? Mommy spread her legs, and lives were saved."

The vein in her forehead was throbbing. I forced myself not to cringe.

"So how else was I to do it again? Why, with my magical cunt, of course. So I took my father inside me, and he's never left." Mom summoned a new glass and took another shot of tequila. "I did it for you, you ungrateful little shit," she said. "My father assured me that Gus wouldn't dare lift a finger against his own children. But your father has never loved anyone the way he loves those Farrier women. Cindy most of all, maybe, but his mother only slightly less. There was no way in hell I was going to let my father gamble with your lives. So I saved Kaitlin's life, though not out of any love her. And I told her to exile Tara again. Did you know she'd come back? It was our mother that exiled her in the first place, but Kaitlin had allowed her to return. The reason you never met your aunt until recently, the aunt you've traded away like a pile of poker chips, is because I didn't want her to carry out our father's last wish."

I took a few steps towards my mother, arms outstretched to hug her. She batted them away and turned her back to me. "Aren't you glad we're opening up to each other?"

Though I thought there was a better than even chance that she'd elbow me in the ribs or kick me in the balls, I decided to try hugging my mother again anyway. To my great relief, she let me. She offered a little token resistance, but after a few moments, pulled my arms tighter around her and leaned her head back against my chest.

"I love you," I said. "I don't mean that like I did when I said it as a child."

"Frank," she said. "You could not have possibly chosen a worse time to tell me."

"I mean it. I-"

"Stop," she said. "I don't know if it would upset me more if you did mean it or if you were just saying it because I'm mad at you. But either way, keep that to yourself. You know that's not...that's just not something you should say."

I kissed the top of her head.

"I Devoured the most important man in my life in order to protect you. And now her daughter is taking you away from me. I wish I hadn't stopped him."

"She's not," I said. "No one's taking me away from you."

"What about your blushing bride to be?"

I didn't respond.

"Between those two, and let's not forget Wendy, I'm never going to see you."

"I'll stop-"

Mom sighed. "It's not that. I don't care you if you never stick another finger or tongue inside Wendy. She's still going to get more of your time and attention than I will."

She snapped her fingers and handed me the envelope that appeared.

With my mouth and one hand, I pulled the letter out. It hardly said anything. Some Bobby character wanted her to travel to the First Wintry Court to speak with him. Wouldn't say why, but he swore it was something she'd want to hear.

"Pretty cryptic," I said. "You can't-"

"I'm going," she said.

I started to argue, but thought better of it. "When?"

"Tomorrow," she said. "As of now."

Those three words cut deep. She hadn't decided how to respond.

But I knew I couldn't talk her out of it. "When will you return?"

"I don't know," she said.

Without a word, I led her over to the bed and stripped her robe off.

For a while, I simply studied her magnificent form. I'd never quite gotten my mind to accept that she was built the way she was, and half the time I looked at her, I felt as if I was seeing her for the first time. Except, for all I knew, this was going to be the last time.

The only visible hair on her body was a well-trimmed triangle over her little kitten. The black curls were cut close against her body, and didn't obstruct my view of her swollen, pink lips in the least. Her clitoris had not yet decided that it was ready to join the party. Her labia were thick and puffy, begging to be sucked.

As fascinated as I was by what was between her legs, and I was fascinated, I couldn't deny my eyes the pleasure of thoroughly drinking in the rest of her divine beauty one last time before letting her go. She did not have the kind of body women's magazines glorified. Rather, she personified an older conception of beauty, the kind that one found in fertility statues. Her hips were broad and rounded and her waist impossibly narrow in relation to them. A glass tube filled with sand that had her proportions would be better suited to marking the passage of an afternoon than an hour.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 07



Homelands: Autumn
Part Two
Chapter Seven

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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Six before reading this.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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With a high-pitched laugh, my fiance, slammed her hand against the door to our apartment, preventing me from closing it. "You jerk! You really aren't kidding."

I shrugged. "Did I say something to give the impression that I was?"

"Oh, right, because it's not like every other word that's ever come out of your mouth, since the day I met you, was dripping with sarcasm," she said. As she did, she slid back into the doorway and wrapped her arms around my neck.

My hands encircled her ridiculously narrow waist. I could press my thumbs together in the front and just about touch my other fingers together around the back, she was so thin. Or, rather, her waist was that thin. Nonetheless, she had a hefty pair of tits. Being well into her thirties, Lily was a good decade younger than me, but she'd still been carrying those boulders around long enough on such a small frame that it made no sense that there wasn't a chiropractor in her life.

She had an ass to match them too. Mostly muscle, but also a nice bit of padding.

With a body like that, her face could have been completely busted, and she'd still be one of the hottest women I'd ever met. But it wasn't. She was gorgeous. Her skin was white as milk, her hair dark as night, thick, and lustrous.

Physically, at least, she had everything I looked for in a woman. But we'd only been together a few weeks, so I wasn't really sure that we were much of a match in other respects. As my family never tired of reminding me. And I knew they were right. Knew that I was deluding myself when I said that she was smart, funny, full of vitality, and kind. Funny might have been true, but when you're intoxicated by a woman's very scent, everything she says makes you laugh. And smart? Granted, as a successful academic at a top research university, my standards were a bit tough to meet. But I knew I wasn't marrying a intellectual peer. And full of vitality was probably just another way of saying that we weren't compatible. I didn't live for skydiving, surfing, rock-climbing, and all that. My ideal day off, to the extent that I even knew what that meant, involved a good mix of coffee, Scotch, and reading. Which, to Lily, meant it involved nothing but sitting down.

Still, for all that the logical part of my economist's mind knew better, I was convinced she was perfect for me. Ain't love grand?

"Okay, forward-slash end open-bracket sarcasm close-bracket. I'm serious."

She scrunched up her nose in distaste. My colleagues would get the joke, but no doubt all Lily heard was a bunch of meaningless nerdspeak. "I'm going to spend the day alone with your brother. Even though your whole family is in town, and you've been telling me for days that they're dying to meet me. And you really don't mind?"

"I know it can be a bit much, with all of them around. Wouldn't want to put you through that any sooner than necessary," I said. Then, with a grin, I added, "Besides, this way, I get a few hours without having to tell you that, no, I don't think it will rain. You know, when the weatherman says there's a five percent chance of precipitation, it really is pretty unlikely that it will rain."

She punched my chest. "Jackass." Then, she added, "Besides, it still could. Just you watch. He's going to be wrong, and my wedding will be ruined, and you'll have a miserable bride on your hands, with no backup plans. And then won't you just feel stupid."

I could have noted that my statement did not in any way preclude the possibility that it could still rain. That it had in fact literally quantified that possibility. I might even have pointed out that if it did end up raining, it would not make the weatherman "wrong," and so, no, I would not feel stupid. No more so than I did when I made what was inarguably the right call, statistically speaking, at the poker table, only to have my opponent get lucky on the river. I could have said such things. But I knew that my attempt to draw a distinction between what was knowable ex ante and what came to be true ex post would have gone over about as well as the nerdy joke she'd just turned her nose up at.

So, instead, I simply kissed her nose.

It was just a touch too big, and was one of her very few physical imperfections. I loved her the more for it. It reminded me that she was a real person, that this wasn't a dream.

"What if Todd wasn't married? Would you trust him with me then?"

"Of course. Todd has taste. Have you seen Holly?"

Lily punched me again, a bit more forcefully. But she smirked as she did.

I didn't quite get how that worked. I'd been with plenty of women who got very upset at any sign that I found other women attractive. Not Lily though. She too had her limits, sure. One time, I'd made the mistake of talking to another woman for too long at a party, and that had really set her off. But as long as it wasn't too blatant, the occasional reminder to her that I knew that I had other options got her in the mood for sex more reliably than just about anything else could.

Not that my brother's wife counted. Or shouldn't have anyway. I might have options, but Holly most certainly wasn't one of them.

That didn't seem to matter though. Lily's nipples were hardening, and pressing against her tight halter top. It was all I could do to keep my hands to myself when I wanted nothing so much as to pop her beautiful big beasts out of that skimpy little top and fondle them. Perhaps suck on them a bit. Then titty-fuck her.

"And you also don't mind me having a bachelorette party the night before the wedding."

"Best get it all out of your system now," I said.

"Ha," she said, entirely without mirth. "Seriously. Your family won't be offended by that? I know you said they're pretty open-minded, but still."

"If they notice your absence, I doubt they'll care," I said. Then, tightening up for the third punch, I added, "Not like they're ready to accept you as part of the family anyway."

"You're pushing it, mister." But no third blow came.

Which, perhaps, was a sign that I really was getting close to the edge.

So I planted another kiss on her nose and said, "I think they got all that defensive bullshit out of the way years ago, when Todd and Natalie got married. Besides, they trust my judgment. They're eager to meet you, sure, but it's not like we're waiting for the final okay before we can actually tie the knot."

#

When I arrived at the hotel, I headed straight for my room. Ostensibly, I'd reserved one for myself because I'd intended to do some drinking. Even though our apartment was just across town, the drive was a good fifteen minutes and the last thing I needed was a DWI right before the wedding. But of course, the real reason was that I wanted to signal to Lily that I didn't mind leaving her alone in our apartment, and wanted her to wonder why I might want a room to myself.

After all, it wasn't like I'd never driven after having a few before. Irresponsible, but true.

However, at that moment, there was yet another reason I was happy I'd thought to reserve a room for myself. I realized that at some point, I'd decided that I was going to get laid tonight. I wasn't just trying to get Lily to wonder if maybe there was an outside chance that I was thinking about it. It was going to happen. Without a doubt.

Because I was going to fuck some of the women of my family.

I should have wanted to vomit at the thought. Shame just wasn't answering its phone though. Nor was guilt. On some level, I think, that was because I knew I'd done it so many times before. That incest was a family tradition. I couldn't actually remember ever fucking any other members of my family, granted. But I still knew that I had.

It was like I was living two lives at once. In one, I was an ordinary guy who'd had a few relationships that never went anywhere, mostly because I'd been married to my work. On another, I was a depraved fuck whose sexual experiences were almost exclusively with his closest relatives. And I felt sure that in this other life, which might have been pure fantasy or delusion and I might not have known the difference, I had supernatural powers. Powers that made me that much better at sex. And, the kicker was, so did all of the women of my family. So why would I want to fuck anyone else?

But that was crazy. It was something some guy who'd never kissed a girl in his life, let alone had sex with one, would dream up. Wasn't it?

I tried to put the thought out of my mind. Dream or no, I shouldn't be thinking about such things tonight of all nights. I should just shower and go to sleep.

Someone was knocking at the door to my hotel room. At least, I thought that was what I heard. With the shower running, it was hard to tell. I turned off the water.

Yup, there was definitely someone knocking. Persistently too.

I stepped out of the shower, threw a towel around my waist, and scurried out to answer the door, without bothering to slip into my clothes.

Because it sounded so urgent.

Right.

Not because I was hoping to have one of my aunts catch me half-naked.

My sister stood there, mouth agape. She blushed as she drank in my physique. I wasn't the hottest guy around, but for someone who spent all his time hunched over a keyboard, I still looked pretty good. Only a little bit of a beer gut, and arms that were much beefier than they needed to be. I also had a rather handsome face, if I did say so myself.

Holly had aged even more gracefully. Her lush black hair belonged in a shampoo commercial. She could have used a curvier figure, but she was still quite attractive. In her youth, she'd been an underwear model. Even if Todd hadn't shown me pictures, I'd have believed him. She looked like she might still have the body for it.

Lily was pretty. She had a decidedly exotic beauty to her. You might not guess she was Persian, but it was clear she didn't come from European stock. And I liked that.

But Holly? Even in her late forties, she was gorgeous. Her skin was not as firm as it had once been, but it was striking all the same. From her full, ruby red lips, to her porcelain skin, lustrous hair, big brown eyes, long lashes and lush eyebrows, to her delicate chin and high cheekbones, she was almost like the Platonic ideal of classical beauty made flesh.

At least, from the neck up. Her stick-figure body hardly qualified as classical. That was strictly a modern obsession, as far as I could tell. Her waist was as thin as Lily's, but unlike my fiance, the rest of her body matched her waist. Her legs had only the faintest hint of curves. Her hips were narrow. She did have a decent pair of breasts, for her frame, but they were a few cup sizes smaller than Lily's.

Still, modest though her curves were, she was a hot little number. And I couldn't look at her without thinking about how good those lips must feel wrapped around my cock. It certainly didn't hurt that she was wearing next to nothing. A frilly white blouse that was just long enough to cover what needed covering, white opaque knee-high stockings, and red patent-leather heels. A matching red silk ribbon was tied around her slender throat.

Had I thought to myself just a few hours ago that even if I had options, they didn't include my sister? Was there even a shred of evidence that she was any less madly in love with Todd than on the day they'd married?

In one world, that was true. But not the other.

I chuckled. "Where's the fire?"

Holly blushed. "Sorry. Didn't know you were in the shower."

"S'okay. Come on in. Just give me a second," I said.

She went and sat on the edge of the bed while I slipped back into the bathroom and put on a clean pair of silk boxers. Good enough, I decided. It left a great deal of my body-builder's physique exposed, but to hell with propriety.

Wait, my what physique?

I was a tenured professor who kept better care of himself than most academics, but I did not have the kind of muscle definition that would allow a picture of me to serve in place of those diagrams in anatomy textbooks that showed all the muscles. Didn't have a six-pack, let alone an eight-pack with such deep grooves between each of the rounded muscles that you could sink half a finger inside. That chest belonged on the cover of a magazine filled with advertisements for semi-legal supplements. My shoulders and arms were like cannonballs. And unlike some gym rats, my legs were equally powerful and chiseled.

Even my face looked different. A lot leaner, and just a little bit younger. My hair was mostly brown, but there was enough silver, especially at the temples, to make women say I looked distinguished. That jaw was much broader than I thought I was used to seeing.

After admiring myself a bit too long, I went back into the room to join Holly.

She sat on the bed, eying me from head to toe without batting an eyelash at my chosen attire. Or the sudden change in my figure.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "Just kind of lonely." Suddenly, her soft voice picked up volume. "I can't believe you suggested that Todd and Lily go out on the town together!"

I laughed. "What, are you really worried?"

She sighed and stared down into her lap. "I shouldn't be?"

Propping a hip against the dresser across from her, I said, "Come on."

"Well, okay, of course I know how neurotic this sounds. We've been married for twenty five years. But have you seen that woman?"

I snickered. "More of her than your husband has, I assure you."

She blushed. "I should hope so. But you know what I mean. I don't think there's a woman alive who wouldn't feel insecure next to her. She's like a cartoon, with that figure."

"I don't know about-"

Holly held up her hands in protest. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's not even like I'm ashamed of how I look. I like my body, even if I don't have huge boobs. But, you know, it's not everyday Todd takes another woman out to dinner and drinks, let alone one who looks like she could be a pornstar."

I approached the bed slowly, went down on my haunches, and took one of Holly's hands in mine. "I trust him. And her. You should too."

"How can you be so calm? We're talking about your soon-to-be-wife."

"Exactly."

She blew a stray ringlet of hair away from her face. "Frank, don't take this the wrong way, but there's a point where really romantic turns into really naive. No one, not no one, is entirely above temptation. The trick to a successful marriage is to avoid putting yourself in inappropriate situations, not to blindly believe that your spouse has superhuman willpower and would never, under any circumstances, turn unfaithful."

"Is that so?"

"It is," she said.

"So you probably shouldn't be alone in my hotel room, with me wearing nothing but my underwear. Is that what you're saying?"

"That's diff-"

"Why?" I asked.

She looked me in the eyes, and I knew in that instant that we were going to fuck. The only question was how much pretense we were going to bother with first.

"You wouldn't," she said.

"I wouldn't?"

She fretted at her lower lip with her white teeth.

Leaning in, my breath hot on her neck, I asked, "Why not?"

Her breathing accelerated, and I noticed her legs ease apart.

I felt her desire swelling. I don't know how I sensed it. But I did.

She turned her head away. Perhaps avoiding my gaze, but perhaps offering her slender neck to me. "Because." Meanwhile, one of her stocking feet slid up my calf.

"I could. Right now."

"Yes," she said, after a long pause. "You could."

I kissed her neck, sucked on her earlobe. She moaned in utter ecstasy.

Holly rested one hand on the back of my head, pressing me tight against her.

I pulled back after a fashion. Though I'd been the one whose mouth was preoccupied, it was Holly who was gasping for air.

"Well, now we're in quite the predicament," I said. "All our rationalizations for being sure our lovers aren't going to do anything suddenly look pretty flimsy. So maybe we should just go ahead and do what we both know we want to. How can we be blamed, after all, if they're doing the same right now?"

That made no sense, and we both knew it, but neither of us cared.

I dropped my boxers, and noticed the way her eyes bulged as she drank in my size. I knew I was ordinarily nowhere near this big. It hung more than halfway to my knee.

But then, part of me thought this was in fact my real size, in some sense. Knew that if I wanted it to, my cock could be half again as big as even this.

My sister licked her lips.

"Go ahead. You know you want to."

Holly hesitated only a moment before slipping off the bed, dropping to her knees, and engulfing me in her warm mouth.

She wasn't all that good, unfortunately. It was nice, to be sure. And the simple knowledge that she was married to my brother, who was better than me at almost everything and loved to remind me of it, did a lot to make up for her lack of technique. Even if she hadn't been as pretty as she was, and even if she was the worst lay of my life, I'd take great pleasure in fucking her, if only so I'd know that I'd made Todd's wife cum her brains out.

Now, if you'd asked me what was missing, what it was she wasn't doing that I'd expected and hoped for, I wasn't sure I could say. She didn't have a gag reflex, and she managed to slide my entire length down her throat. Her tongue was nimble and her lips were every bit as deliciously soft as I'd imagined. But even so, somewhere in my residual memory, I knew that a good blowjob could be ever so much more than this.

Was that Lily I was thinking of?

No. Lily was good. But I wouldn't need my residual memory to make that comparison. And I thought maybe I'd had much better than her too.

Another knock came at the door.

I was about to tell Holly not to stop when she pulled me out of her mouth. "Should you get that?" she asked, covering her breasts even though they were still in her blouse.

"I guess," I mumbled.

"Wait!" my sister said, stretching an arm up at me. "What if it's Lily? What are we going to say I was doing here?"

"The truth. Or some of it. You were asking me what I thought they were up to, whether they were having a good time."

"Right," she said, rising up to her feet. "Right. Okay." She pulled at the bottom of her blouse, as if that might hide the fact that she was in no way dressed appropriately.

I slipped my cock back in my boxers, contemplated slipping a shirt on, and decided not to bother. Holly's concerns notwithstanding, I was fairly sure it was not Lily. And just about anyone else who might be knocking on my door could see me dressed like this and I wouldn't mind. In fact, preferred that they did. Few guys in their twenties had bodies like this, nevermind men in their forties. 

I didn't either, for that matter. Except that somehow I did. Similarly, I was sure that I was fairly inexperienced sexually, especially for my age, yet I was also sure that I was some kind of sex god. It hurt just thinking about it. Both of those were true, in their own way, but one was more true. I just wasn't sure which.

Aunt Iva stood outside, hands folded behind her back. Like me, she was many times better looking than made any sense, especially for her age. On some level, I thought that I knew her to be pushing sixty. And yet, she looked like a woman twenty years Holly's junior, rather than her senior. There were a few hints of maturity to suggest the truth was more complicated. Slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, laugh lines, a more mature set to her cheeks and jaw, a few stray gray hairs amidst the deep gold bob. But if you had to put a number to her age, you'd probably guess that she was in her twenties.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 07



Technically, I guess the garment straining to hold her huge breasts counted as a bra, but just barely. There was no support or padding, even though her girls could have used it. Just as Lily's were a few cup sizes larger than Holly's, I was sure that Iva's were at least a size or two larger than Lily's. And her thick, puffy nipples, all but fully visible behind the gauzy layer of fabric, simply begged for a mouth to envelop them.

A matching pair of underwear, if you could call them that, hid her swollen pussy from view. Well, sort of hid it. It wasn't doing a great job of that.

My eyes made their way back up to her face. She was stunning. Skin as fair as Holly's, big brown eyes, lush lashes and thick brows, super-white teeth, and lips like you never saw. Describing Holly's lips as full seemed an abuse of the word in comparison to Iva's.

My eyes glanced down yet again.

She had a flat stomach, but not exactly toned abs. A touch of love-handles even, though only a touch. Which, come to think of it, was actually pretty cute. I'd never gone for the anorexic look as some men did. Holly was sexy, sure. But Iva was a woman.

Her lower body was nothing amazing, but she had some curves there too. More than Holly, at any rate. Not that that was saying much.

"Well," she said with a snicker, "can I come in?"

"Now's not a great time," I said.

"See, the thing is, I think now's actually a great time," my aunt said. Again, I noticed that I somehow felt her desire, though not in a tactile sense.

"Iva...."

"Frank. Don't be dense. I see the way you're looking at me. And it just so happens that I'm every bit as eager to have you inside me as you are to be there. And I don't care that you're my nephew anymore than you care that I'm your aunt. So, your dick is going to be inside my mouth in just about thirty seconds. It's up to you whether that's going to happen here, with the door open, where anyone can see, or inside your room."

When I didn't respond, she added, "Look, I just fucked my brother and sister. I want to add my nephew to the list."

I coughed my way through an awkward laugh.

"Or have you already got someone in there? Your mother, perhaps?" She paused a moment. "Because that's actually quite okay with me. Maybe even better."

"Holly," I said at last.

Iva raised an eyebrow. "Really? Now that's a tasty morsel. I've wondered what she must look like naked more than a few times. Please tell me you're willing to share."

I stepped aside and, with a broad sweep of my hand, gestured for her to come in.

Holly slipped out into the open, unbuttoning her blouse. "Hi," she said, quietly.

"Hello there," Iva said. "Aren't you just stunning."

Holly blushed, continuing to fumble with the buttons.

Next to most women, especially women her age, Holly was stunning. But she didn't begin to compare to Iva. And I generally preferred brunettes. There was something otherworldly, almost supernatural, about Iva.

I closed the door to my room then circled back around behind Iva. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I leaned in and nibbled her ear.

"Mmm, there you go," she said, tilting her head to give me easier access. "I was starting to worry that maybe you'd gotten stage fright or something."

"I fucked my son earlier," Holly blurted out.

Iva laughed, clapped her hands. "Good for you!"

"I heard what you guys were saying," my sister said. "I felt so horrible about it at first, but it seems everyone is doing it. So, I guess, it can't really mean anything. Can't mean I'm some kind of sick pervert. Right?"

"That's right," Iva said. "Join the club."

I slid one hand up my aunt's front, ripped her pathetic excuse for a top away.

Holly stared, mouth agape. "Wowza."

My aunt and I laughed.

"I mean," Holly said, blushing, "you're so beautiful."

"Thank you," Iva said. "Are we going to get to see what you're hiding under there sometime tonight?"

At long last, Holly lost the blouse. She'd given up on the buttons though. Just slid the voluminous thing up over her head and tossed it on the floor.

Her breasts were modest, especially compared to Iva's glorious pair, but they sat very well on her slender frame. Almost looked oversized, if only in comparison to the rest of her.

She covered the short distance between us and replaced my hands atop Iva's oversized cantaloupes. I let my hands fall away. One went to Iva's ass, the other her pussy.

Not a minute later, my aunt lay on her back, running her hands through Holly's luxurious black curls while the younger woman ate her out, and I knelt behind Holly.

My sister moaned her way through an intense climax almost immediately. Memories started to bubble up to the surface, and I realized I could not only change my appearance, enhance my cock, but really alter reality in profound ways. My tongue, or perhaps it was tongues, did things it or they couldn't have done. I gave Holly a rim job at the same time that I lapped her labia, flicked her clit, and slid my tongue deep inside her to tongue-fuck her G-spot. Holly's second orgasm arrived on the heels of her first.

The same, unfortunately, could not be said for my aunt.

After Holly's second monster orgasm, Iva politely indicated that she'd like me to pick up where Holly left off. Looking slightly insulted, but entirely too high from the pleasures I'd visited upon her to form an objection, Holly sat down against the edge of the bed and sucked my dick while I buried my head in between my aunt's supple thighs.

Whereas Holly had tasted like a woman, Iva tasted like something more. There was the usual salty, sweaty taste. But also a sweet hint of vanilla as well. It drove me wild. And the way she responded so enthusiastically to every touch did as well. Her stiff clitoris slipped out from under its hood to say hi and ask me if I wanted to play with her. I very much did.

Despite the fact that she seemed more sensitive than Holly, shuddering at the slightest touch, Iva held out longer than Holly had. But with tongues and fingers exploring virtually every part of her two orifices at once, it wasn't a lot longer.

When my aunt finally came, spraying warm ejaculate, I felt more memories return.

From there, the performance I gave Iva made my previous efforts look pathetic. Hands and mouths seemed to be everywhere. I sucked, licked, nibbled, caressed and groped just about every part of her body at once. Blue bolts jumped from my hands to her smooth skin, and each one made her shudder with a tiny orgasm.

Within a few minutes, I was pouring a monster load of sperm down my sister's throat as my aunt thrashed her way through yet another climax.

The three of us then took a moment to catch our breath. Only a moment though.

While the two of them sixty-nined, I fucked Iva in her ass. Then they switched places and I pounded Holly's tight little brown hole while the women pleasured one another orally again. Iva lapped up my spunk as it pulsed out of Holly's spasming sphincter.

It had escaped my notice at first, but after a few times, I noticed that each orgasm I gave the women brought me an intense rush of energy. This was what was restoring my memories of who I really was. What was helping me to remember that the fantasy world was in fact much more real than the one in which I was a workaholic economist. With each climax, I was draining them, but not of blood, or life force, but of some supernatural, sexual, energy. I forced myself not to draw too much, lest I leave them unable to continue.

Careful though I was, however, Holly tapped out before long.

Iva, on the other hand, was insatiable.

My aunt finally showed me what a good blowjob felt like. I was not disappointed in the least. This was exactly what I'd had in mind when thinking that Holly could have been better. My aunt brought me to climax at least as many times as I had her. I felt her pouring energy into me just before sucking it back out, and then some, as she swallowed the tidal wave of cum that poured freely from me. At first I didn't realize what she was doing, why she'd pour energy into me only to take it right back. Then I realized that she was prolonging my orgasm so that she could feast that much longer upon my stock of supernatural energy. That realization startled yet excited me.

Even after I realized that, I didn't try to stop her. I trusted her not to push too far. And watching her swallow what must have been more than a pint of my cum was fucking hot. My balls pumped so fast and so hard, producing so damn much of the thick, creamy spunk that she couldn't possibly get all of it down. But even as it dribbled down her cheeks, past her neck, onto her breasts, she kept right on swallowing what she could.

Gradually, our memories returned to us. As they did, we threw in more and more supernatural flourishes. Like defying gravity, or surrounding ourselves in a swarm of hands and spectral mouths, with which we pleasured whatever parts of one another's bodies weren't already receiving attention. The not-quite-electric bolts of crackling energy that induced baby orgasms instantly upon contact made several appearances.

At one point, there were three of me and three of her. We had two different threesomes at the same exact time. One was MFF, one MFM.

Eventually, though, even we needed a break. Iva curled up beside me, purring. "That was great. Before, with Holly, and after, with just us. You were amazing, as always. And, if I'm not mistaken, still getting better. Which is crazy. In a very, very good way. And finding that tiny little raven-haired beauty in here with you was a most welcome surprise. I've wanted to eat her snatch for so long. Todd really did well for himself. And imagine what she'll be like once she's Elevated!"

"Tell me about it," I said.

"You did a nice job with the veil, by the way," she continued. "I didn't really start to put things together, not fully, until I went down on you. Even after Gus and Cindy. Lucky for me I know what I'm doing down there and have these great lips that drive both men and women crazy. Otherwise, I might still be in the dark."

I laughed, kissed the side of her head. "You're okay, yeah."

"Okay, my ass," she said with a tweak of my nose between her thumb and forefinger before turning around to press her back against me. Holly regained consciousness around then, and she slid up against my aunt like a third spoon.

Slowly, our kissing and petting grew more vigorous. When Holly confirmed that she'd caught a second wind, we started back up again.

Rare was the moment where there were only three bodies in that bed. Mostly, we worked in pairs. But we tried some more complex combinations as well.

#

Dad handed me an extra large cup of coffee as I slipped out of my hotel room, burning up some energy to clean up after the marathon session with Iva that had only ended a few seconds ago. He looked me up and down. "No sleep. At all."

"None," I confirmed, taking the coffee from him.

"Why didn't we do that?" Aunt Cindy asked.

"Oh, good morning, Aunt Cindy," I said. "Didn't realize you were joining us."

"Hadn't originally planned on it. But I realized it may be my only chance to catch you away from both your fiance and, more importantly, my sister."

I laughed as I stared her up and down. She wore a loose sundress and sandals. Not particularly revealing. Of course, a burlap sack couldn't hide the fact that she looked damned good. She too looked like she was in her twenties rather than her sixties. Which she...well, she wasn't, really. Who knew how old she was. But most of the time that we were in the mortal world, she wore the guise of a woman who was. Now that she let her real self show through, though, she was quite impressive. Less my type than her sister was, but there were certainly men who would have said the opposite.

Dad shook his head as we headed for the elevator. "You're not even tired?"

"I may need to crash later. May not. Coffee will do for now."

"Better not fall asleep in the ride back from the airport. If you need to nap on the way there, that's fine. But you better be awake once we meet your grandmother."

"I'll be fine," I said.

"Well, I can't say I'm happy about you stealing my sister away from us," Dad said. "But I'll give you this. You've traded up."

I wanted to punch him in the face.

Iva was amazing. In a lot of ways. But I didn't have with her what I had with Mom. Couldn't. Wouldn't want to. At least, I didn't think I'd want to. At any rate, I absolutely did not appreciate the implication that Iva was worthy of my devotion but Mom was not.

"Not so sure about that," I said.

"We'll take her back, if you don't want her," Cindy said with a snicker.

"That's not what I meant. And she'll spend her nights in whatever bed she chooses, I'm fairly certain. Anyway, my point was, I'm still trying to get used to the idea that Mom is gone. I wouldn't call it trading up."

"Whatever you say, son," Dad said, clapping me on the back.

We reached the lobby. Outside, a limo awaited us.

Cindy ooh'd and ah'd as we slid into the back. The leather seats were beyond comfortable. And it was quite spacious. Plenty of room to entertain ourselves. It offered a very comfortable ride, as well. Good thing, since the airport was an hour away.

After a few minutes, Dad said, "I'm not sure I've been this nervous in years."

"Been entirely too long since we've seen her," Cindy said.

"But it's you who should really be anxious," he told me.

"Is that so?" I asked.

"You know she's going to let into you for not inviting her to your coronation," Dad said.

"Ah. You remembered that, huh?" I said.

"Things starting coming back at one point, yeah," Dad said. Taking Cindy's hand in his and staring into her blue eyes, he said, "We didn't quite make a true all-nighter of it, but we had more than a little fun, didn't we?"

She kissed him by way of response.

I sipped my coffee. "You're right. She's definitely not going to be happy."

"She's going to torture you. Let me tell you, when that woman decides that you need punishing...well, glad I'm not in your shoes." Then he rubbed at his Van Dyke with the backs of his fingers. "Though, come to think of it, she's really gone soft. Spoiled you and all her grandkids."

"I have that effect on women."

Cindy giggled.

"So I've gathered," Dad said.

"Look, here's a friendly tip," I began. I described to him, in painstaking detail, some of my best moves. Cindy chimed in every so often to assure my father that the things I was describing were indeed very effective. I felt her Libido soar as I went on, coaching my father in cunnilingus. And, more specifically, the use of our supernatural powers in that respect.

At first, he stared at me with a look that said, "You've got to be kidding me." Which was fair enough. When his son was about to get married, a father was supposed to coach his son in the art of pleasuring a woman. Not the other way around.

But, particularly when he noticed Cindy's enthusiastic agreement with more or less my every word, he listened more and more patiently.

Soon, Cindy pulled her dress up, revealing that she didn't have any underwear on, and encouraged him to try out the techniques I was describing right there. He did so happily. Some of my better moves simply required more power than he had, but he eagerly put some suggestions into practice. And did so well enough that his sister was soon ejaculating with her every orgasm, of which there were more than a few.

But after a while, Aunt Cindy cut the lesson short so that she could suck her brother's cock and give her little lady some time to recover.

After swallowing a couple of his loads, she turned her attention to me. "His majesty has been so patient," she said as she crawled across the limo floor. "I thought maybe you were going to show him how it's done while I was pleasuring him."

"Thought about it," I said. "But sounded like you needed a break."

Cindy said, "That was considerate of you," before taking me in her warm mouth.

By the time we got to the airport, Dad and I had both fucked each of Aunt Cindy's holes a few times, and often at the same time. 

I barely used any of my powers. Cindy didn't seem capable of handling much more stimulation than she was already receiving.

Yet another reason to prefer Iva, even if trim and athletic was your cup of tea.

#

Grandma was waiting for us by the baggage claim, holding her one carry-on bag. Though she hadn't checked any luggage, there was no more obvious meeting place.

I hadn't included her in the veil I'd placed over the rest of us. But I wasn't surprised to see that she wore two images. One was dominant and likely the only one any of the mortals around us saw. The other flickered in and out of sight. Though some of us sometimes wore our true faces in public, it was good practice to stay in character, and if Grandma Kaitlin had ever been careless about anything, I'd certainly never heard tell of it.

For the most part, she appeared as a little old lady, wearing a typically horrid dress and straw hat. Her white hair was wispy, and thinning. Her skin was heavily wrinkled and liver-spotted. She had a few stray hairs on her upper lip and her chin. Her body was thin and frail and her breasts hung down to her hips. But the other Grandma Kaitlin could pass for younger than Cindy, at least at first glance. There were signs of maturity in her face if you looked closely, but at least superficially, she almost looked like jail bait.

Though she was the most powerful woman in the family, and could be mistaken for the youngest by anyone who wasn't paying close enough attention, she wasn't even close to the best looking. Which was not to say she was physically unattractive. By any means. There was something strange about her face though. She had a thin upper lip that seemed to be frozen in a semi-sneer. And though her body was appealing enough, she had neither her elder daughter's lower body nor her younger's breasts.

Still, there was something about her.

Perhaps it was her unique facial expression, for all that it defied conventional standards of beauty. The perpetual sneer had turned me off at first, but I'd rather quickly come to think it incredibly cute. It suggested a certain playfulness, as well as intelligence. Like reality itself was a great big joke that no one but her was in on. Talking to her, seeing her biting wit and cool confidence in action, only further reinforced that impression.

Or maybe it was just the sheer power she contained within her. The last time I'd seen her, I'd been too weak to properly appreciate that. But now, just standing close to her, I felt like I stood before a roaring fire in the dead of winter, or beneath a cool breeze on a blistering summer day. Neither quite fit. What I felt was not, strictly speaking, a physical sensation. But her Libido was so powerful, so radiant, so full of primal energy, that the very thought of leaving its presence was terrifying.

Deirdre certainly made a bigger show of displaying her talent. But as I basked in the glory of my grandmother's Libido, I wondered if the two were not in fact equal in power.

This version of my grandmother wore black panties with white bows over her hips and a black camisole that, despite its long sleeves, barely covered her nipples. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight and held in place by a black ribbon. Like her daughters, her skin was breathtakingly pale and her eyebrows darker and thicker than you'd expect to find on a blonde, even considering her prominent dark roots. Her eyes, hazel, were big and bright.

Her belly-button was pierced, and a long bauble hung from it. She also wore dangling earrings and a red beaded necklace that hung down into her cleavage. It was the exact same shade as her thin lips and her fuck-me-in-the-ass-pumps.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 07



"Well, take a look at you," Grandma said to my father, handing him her bag and standing up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "My handsome son."

"Hi, Mom. Get in okay?"

"It would appear so," she said. Turning to face Cindy, she smiled and held her hands out for a hug. The two embraced warmly. No smartass remarks for her daughter.

Then it was my turn to embrace her. I held her loosely, trying not to notice how intoxicating her perfume was, or how nice her body felt against me for all that it lacked the generous curves that I generally preferred. She squeezed me in tighter and whispered, "You and I are going to talk, young man." As she pulled away, forced smile still wide, she said, louder, "And it's so lovely to see you, Frank!"

I winced. "Nice to see you too, Grandma."

"I hope you have some idea what you're doing," she muttered under her breath as the four of us made our way out to the limo. "Cindy, dear, I just love that dress!"

Dad climbed into the back of the limo first. Grandma slid in beside him, the elderly matron figure disappearing entirely the minute she was inside.

Cindy slipped in next, taking the seat opposite Dad. Finally, I sat next to my aunt, across from my grandmother.

Not a moment after the door closed, Grandma had my father's halfway hard cock out in the open. It inflated rapidly as she pumped her small fist up and down its length. "I've missed you so," she said, her eyes fixated on Dad's cock.

"Me too?" Dad asked.

Grandma laughed, pinched his cheek and shook it. "Yes, baby."

"We missed you, too, Mom," Dad said.

"So much you've hardly ever come to visit me?" she asked.

"We thought you wanted to be left alone," Cindy said with a frown.

"Oh, sweetie," Grandma said. "I did. For the most part. But I'd still have welcomed a good fuck every now and then. Old women have needs too, you know."

"Sorry," Dad mumbled under his breath.

"But anyway," Grandma said. "I'm not really upset with you." She turned her hazel eyes to me. "So, Frank. Tell me." She kicked one of her red heels off. The two seats were suddenly much closer together than they had been. I hadn't noticed she'd done that, until I felt her bare foot gently caressing my cock and balls through my khakis. How could I forget how nimble her feet were, and how much she liked to include them in the fun? "What exceptional mitigating circumstances account for the fact that you didn't invite me to your coronation, and haven't been to visit me since you took the throne?"

I coughed, clearing my throat.

"Hmm?" she asked.

Dad slid his hands between his mother's legs, tucking her panties to the side. My eyes followed his hands. Her glistening folds were tight. Not prominent and puffy like Iva's. Just a pretty little slit. Her golden brown curls were shaped into a V.

Grandma moaned contentedly, laying her free hand atop his to guide him deeper in.

"Wanted to get some things done first?" I said, as if it were a question. Well, I was asking a question. But it was whether she'd accept that answer. With a nervous laugh, I added, "You know what they say. It's easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission."

"At least you're being honest," she said. Her foot was working wonders. Of course, since she'd ramped up my sensitivity to nearly painful levels, she'd have had me close to cumming even if her movements were clumsy. Which they most certainly were not. "Cindy, honey," Grandma said, looking at my aunt, "would you be a dear and come eat your mother's pussy?"

Cindy dropped to her knees, slapped her brother's hands aside, and ripped Grandma's panties off. She stared in wonder at the beautiful slit for a moment before going to work.

Dad gave me some respite by pulling his mother in for a deep kiss. Between her son's lips and her daughter's tongue, my grandmother was distracted for close to a full minute.

But as she pulled away from Dad, Grandma said, "I appreciate you wanting to protect your son, Gus. But I'm not nearly done with the upbraiding."

"I'm not trying to protect him. Far as I'm concerned, whatever you've got in store for him, he's got coming, and more. I told him on our way over here that you were softer with him than you'd ever been with me. I just can't help wanting to kiss you is all."

"That's sweet," she said, leaning in to kiss him again. Her hand worked his stiff cock faster and faster. "And you're right. I have been too soft."

Cindy must have redoubled his efforts, because Grandma closed her eyes, bucked her hips, and bit into her lower lip as she moaned.

"I...ungh, oh, that's it...think we...Cin, baby, just like that...can all have what we want," she said at last. With that, she got up from the back seat and climbed into my lap. Except she was still sitting there, stroking her son while her daughter ate her out.

Grandma took my hands and guided them to her cami. I freed her breasts. "You're going to beg me to let you finish," she said. "I'm going to bring you to the brink and leave you there, until I like what I hear."

And she meant it.

After some dry-humping, my grandmother gave me a blowjob that would almost put Iva to shame. Almost. Iva was too damned good to be shamed by any woman. But, still, Grandma knew how to make me experience pleasures such as I'd never even imagined.

Of course, just as I was getting ready to explode, she stopped.

"Got a better answer for me yet?" she asked.

I groaned. Reaching for my cock, I figured I could at least finish myself off.

But Grandma would have none of that. She mounted me reverse-cowgirl and took my fat cock in her tight snatch. As she rode me, she made her ass shake so beautifully that I forgot that I thought it relatively flat and shapeless. Meanwhile, on a metaphysical level, she reversed course. I quickly grew so numb that I could scarcely feel the warmth of her vagina. To my utter disappointment, the orgasm I'd been so close to achieving faded away. Once it did, Grandma allowed me to enjoy the feel of being inside her.

I tried to read Grandma's Libido more closely. It took some effort, since neither of us had climaxed yet and we didn't have much of a connection. But eventually, an image filled my mind. A long, deep, stone passage led down to a well the size of an ocean.

As I stared with my mind's eye at the center of her power, I realized that one could differentiate the sexual energy that we each carried within us not just quantitatively, but also qualitatively. That is, I was not only keenly aware of how much energy Grandma held within her, but I had some sense of its flavor, and how that differed from that of the energy I'd sense when peering inside Mom or Aunt Iva.

And why shouldn't it? There were, after all, different types of desire. There was kinetic desire, or longing for nothing so much as vigorous physical stimulation. There was romantic desire, or yearning for soft touches, sweet kisses, and all the things that signified genuine affection and intimacy. There was carnal desire, the yearning for acts that flouted moral dictates, acts that represented an attraction so intense that self-control grew powerless before it. And, of course, variations on those basic categories.

I pushed back against Grandma with what I hoped was the right combination of the different types of energy. I couldn't match her for raw power, but with enough finesse, I might be able to catch her off guard all the same.

My grandmother jerked upright, slapping my chest hard with both hands, eyes wide. Panting, she said, "Whoa! What the...Frank?" She wiped a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Who taught you how to do that?"

Kneading her ass like dough, I said, "No one."

"Seriously?" she asked.

I shrugged.

Grandma's sneer had been temporarily replaced by a genuine smile.

We kissed long and hard, and she took the lid off. I burst instantly, shooting my cum into my grandmother's womb.

"I've heard of people who'd worked it out on their own. But most people need to be taught how to handle the different shades of desire separately. And I had no idea that you had such a good read on my tastes," she said. "Not that you got it exactly right. If you'd gone just a little heavier on the darker, kinkier energy, I would have been completely at your mercy. But you got awfully close to taking me from two to ten in a fraction of an instant."

"It just sorta came to me," I said. "Who taught you, by the way? Wait, no. Let me guess. Was it...Daphne? Or Silas?"

Her smile broadened. "Right the first time." She mussed my hair. "Here I was worried sick about you and how you were in over your head."

"Well, I probably still am."

"Probably so. But you're apparently not nearly as dim as I'd feared."

Here I was thinking she was paying me a compliment.

"So there may be hope for you yet," she added. Then grave concern suddenly fell over her face. "Please tell me you have no desire to become Patriarch."

I held up both hands in protest. "No, no. I'm not even sure how long I want to be king."

Grandma sighed heavily. "Good. If you did...Silas is not an enemy you want to have."

As if I didn't know that already.

"First thing I did was bury the hatchet between our courts," I said.

She raised a dark eyebrow.

"We signed a peace agreement just recently. Otherwise, this wedding wouldn't be happening. Lily was his captive. Well, his sister's."

"Is that so," she said. "What did you have to give-" Her eyes went wide. "Oh!" she gasped, and glanced over her shoulder. Finding another me behind her, she smiled and nodded, giving me the okay to take her ass with my second body. So the two of me double-penetrated my grandmother.

As ever with that position, it took us a while to get comfortable. Grandma's ass was not as tight as some women's, and she had masterful control over her sphincter. But even so, it was a position that demanded delicacy. After a fashion, though, we found our groove, and I got her off a few times. When I did, she allowed me to drain what was, for me, a copious amount of energy. I felt like I could walk on air, swallow the sun, and pulverize mountains. Yet, for her, that was but a small fraction of what she had within her.

For a time, the four of us spoke hardly a word. Grandma and I wore a few extra bodies, and we swapped partners several times. Dad and I spit-roasted Grandma while, on the seat opposite us, Grandma and Aunt Cindy sixty-nined. I gave Aunt Cindy a Tupperware Party while Dad fucked Grandma doggy-style. And so on.

When Dad and Cindy announced that they needed a break, which quickly turned into a nap, I'd thought Grandma and I would keep going. But she suggested we relax for a bit as well. Unlike the other two, we didn't sleep, but we did stop fucking.

So, while I gave her a gentle back rub, I asked Grandma, "Have I finally earned the right to know what two things you regret?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said in a playful voice. "Yeah, maybe a hint or two. Not a full-fledged answer, perhaps, but you've certainly earned something."

"Okay. Hit me," I said.

"They both have to do with Iva."

"What about Iva?" I asked her.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Evidently."

Grandma rolled her eyes at that. With a sigh, she said, "Your father knows both of the things I regret. Iva and Cindy know about one of the incidents to which I'm referring, but not the other."

But try as I might, and try I did, I couldn't pry any more information from her. And when it became clear that I intended to continue trying all the way back to the hotel, if necessary, she decided we didn't need a break from sex after all.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Grandma did things I'd only ever seen one other woman do. And she showed me a few things that Deirdre hadn't besides. My balls were working overtime, serving up one hot load after another of fresh cum for my little minx of a grandmother. If not for the fact that Grandma had more than a few orgasms herself, and with each one allowed me to drink as heavily as I wished, I'd have been as dry and lifeless as the leaves in late autumn. My cum went inside her ass, some in her pussy, some her mouth, and some painted her marble skin whiter still.

I even shot a load or two into unnatural vaginas that Grandma had grown in the bottoms of her feet. Her freaking feet.

That one had been a true surprise. When she'd first told me she wanted me fuck her feet, I thought she was talking about giving me a hand-job without her hands. But no.

My blood stream was basically an endorphin stream by the time we arrived back the hotel. Grandma and I both must have looked drunk to the clerk behind the desk in the lobby, stumbling and giggling as we were. For their part, Dad and Cindy still looked half-asleep. And Grandma and I had gone easy on them.

#

Had it not been for Grandma had done to me, I could have gotten through the day without sleeping. But that had taken too much out of me, even though Grandma hadn't even been trying to wipe me out.

I woke up a little before five. That gave me just enough time for some coffee and a shower that wouldn't need to be rushed. I brewed a pot, which was of course really just a cup. It was stale and terrible, like most hotel coffee, but it did help me finish casting off my slumber. The shower did the rest.

When I got out of the shower, Aunt Iva was in my room, already dressed for the rehearsal dinner. It was almost strange, seeing her looking presentable rather than squeezed into some skimpy little bit of lingerie.

"You're not dressed yet?" she said, eyeing my naked form.

"Do you usually dress in the shower?"

She snickered.

I checked my watch. We had a little time, but not enough for any play. As I dressed, we made small talk. She told me about her afternoon. First, she'd fucked Todd and Melanie. Then came the Farrier Foursome.

"Speaking of your mother," I said. "Do you know she once told me there were only two things in her life that she'd ever regretted?"

"Oh?" she asked, guardedly.

Perhaps what I was about to tell her would not come as a surprise after all, given that tone. Still, I pressed on. "She told me this morning that both of them had to to do with you. Wouldn't elaborate, except to say that you only knew what one of them was."

She was silent for a time. "Really."

"Should I not have told you?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, turning her brown eyes from the mirror towards me. "No, I'm glad you did. It's just that," she paused, then again said, "I'm glad that you did."

And she left it at that.

I wanted desperately to ask her more about it, but I wasn't so stupid that I couldn't interpret that properly. So I simply came up behind her, wrapped my hands around her waist, and kissed her cheek. "There's something else I need to tell you," I said.

My aunt smiled. "Okay. But first, let me just quickly go on the record as saying that it's incredibly hot that you didn't ask me what the one thing she regrets that I already know about is. I know you want to know. You reek of it. But I appreciate you respecting my privacy. I'll tell you eventually. I'm promise. Just not right now."

"Good enough," I said, kissing her dirty blonde hair. I could never decide if I liked it best this color, the deep gold she also frequently wore, or the platinum blonde she broke out every now and then. "Did you know that your darling nephew didn't actually Devour Brianna? He just exiled her to some prison world."

"No, I didn't know that," she said, voice weary. "But I should have. I sensed that he was carrying around a lot of guilt, and I'd assumed it was from Devouring her. Should have noticed that his Libido didn't grow. There's no way he could have Devoured a woman that powerful and not gotten a whole lot stronger."

"Now the part you're really going to hate is what I did when I found out."

So I told her.

Iva turned around and kissed me. It wasn't the kind of anxious foreplay kiss that says, "I need to have you inside me this second." It was tender and sweet.

"That was not the reaction I expected," I said.

"From what you described, she's not the same woman anymore," Iva said. "And people deserve second chances. Even people who do really terrible things to people they love when they're young and stupid."

I wondered just which young and stupid woman we were talking about at the moment.

But she wasn't any quicker to explain that comment than she was to tell me what Grandma had been talking about earlier.

#

Lily and I sat one one small table, as we would tomorrow. Todd and his family sat at another table. Dad, Grandma, Cindy and Iva had another.

My mother should have been there. And Natalie as well. Maybe even Skye and her twin brothers. So many people missing, without even counting the dead.

But it wouldn't do to dwell on that now. I'd shed enough tears over Mom. And would shed still more. In private.

My lovely fiance wore a slinky blue dress that exposed a bit more of her milky cleavage than was probably appropriate, given how modest all the other women had dressed. Her hair was tied up in a mini tower above her head. Blue stiletto heels added a few inches to her height, and emphasized the curves of her lower body.

I was a bit nervous. Not just about tomorrow, though obviously that was true. But about tonight. The veil had long since been lifted. She was doing a nice job of hiding it, but I sensed that she was pretty furious with me. There was still a strong undercurrent of desire there, but at the moment, it was definitely well beneath the surface.

Only an idiot would have thought it would be okay to simply arrange for her to have a date with my brother while I spent two days fucking the women of my family. She hadn't been entirely left out in the cold, but damn close.

With a smile, Lily asked, "So, you are only marrying the one woman tomorrow?"

"Yes, dear," I said. "Just the one."

"And she wouldn't happen to be a top-heavy blonde with no ass?"

"No ass?" I said. Not that I hadn't myself many times thought Iva would look better if she had just a little more of her older sister in her, but still.

"That's great. Let's argue about whether she's hot enough for you," Lily said.

"That's not what I meant," I said.

Lily offered a conciliatory smile and patted the back of my hand. "I'm sorry. I guess I just feel like I'm supposed to be angry and jealous. I mean, you've been fucking your aunts. And grandmother. And your sister."

"I have," I said.

"Which is what we immortals do," she said with a sigh. "What I did, when I still had a family. I know that. But." She didn't finish the thought, just sat there folding and refolding the napkin in her lap.

Immortals?

I suppose, if the shoe fits. After all, I'd never heard of any of us dying of natural causes. But I'd just never thought about it that way before.

"But what?" I asked.

"I don't. It's nothing. Just that I sometimes wonder what it says about me that I honestly don't miss my family in the least," Lily said.

"It doesn't say anything except that you have a shitty family," I said.

"Yeah," Lily said. "I'm sure that's it." She looked out across the room, eyeing the men of my family. "Anyway. I want to fuck the rest of your family. Let me do that, and I'll forget about how much fun you had over the past two days while I had to settle for one entirely too brief encounter with that stud you call a brother."

I gritted my teeth at that. Was it strange that her request didn't bother me, just the way she'd described Todd?

"Now?" I asked.

"Why not?" she asked, staring me in the eye.

"Wouldn't it be more exciting to do that at the reception?"

Her eyes widened. A smile spread across her face. "Yes. It would."

"In your wedding gown."

"The bridal train," she said.

"And I'll tell you what. You can humiliate me the whole time. I won't touch any of the other women. I'll sit in my chair, and you can go down on me while every other guy in the place takes their turn in your hot cunt. Or your ass, if you want."




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 08



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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Seven before reading this.

This is the final chapter of Part Two. Part Three will be along soon though. 

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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Our ceremony was briefer than brief. Once everyone had assembled in the park, Lily and I stood under an ivied trellis and said our vows to one another. We didn't bother with a flower girl or bridal party or groomsmen or have anyone oversee the ceremony. 

The only thing that felt wrong about it to me was that the trees were all green. In the mortal world, it was summer, the season of weddings. But it felt like we should be marrying in autumn, with the leaves all gold and red and orange and brown.

I wore a tux with an indigo bow-tie to match her natural hair color. Lily wore a traditional white gown with a sequined bodice. Her light blue skin looked so beautiful against the white on white dress that I almost thought it comical that ordinary women wore the same colored gowns. As good as she had looked yesterday, as my fiance, wearing her mortal disguise, she looked twice as good today, as my wife, in her true appearance.

Lily and I were the only ones that were fully clothed. The men wore boxers, the collars and cuffs of dress-shirts, and neck ties the same color as my bow-tie. The women wore their best lingerie. Though none of it white, of course.

When we held hands, Lily's grip was firm. When we kissed, there was real passion. When I studied her Libido, I almost swooned at the intensity of the desire I found there, lurking beneath a warm layer of happiness. Perhaps none of that should have surprised me, even though we weren't really in love with one another. At least, not that I'd noticed. Women everywhere loved weddings, it would seem. Even those from other worlds.

Heck, I had to admit, even I found myself getting caught up in it. So much so that I almost forgot that, even among mortals, most marriages would not last, and plenty of those that did shouldn't. I almost didn't even wish that it was my mother in Lily's place, however much that would violate one of the only taboos left to a people who had no use for taboos. I even almost managed to convince myself that we were as good for each other as two of our kind could be. So what if we didn't see eye to eye on how to raise our children, or even whether to do so ourselves?

Almost, almost, almost.

Part of me knew that I'd very likely see things differently soon enough.

While we sipped our first drinks of the evening, my wife regaled me with stories from her bachelorette party. The sheer relish with which she described her various depraved acts, and those of the mortal women that passed for friends when she was still under my veil, gave new life to what was otherwise a fairly predictable tawdry tale.

"I'm sorry none of your people could be here," I said after she finished her story.

She snorted derisively. "Why? I'm not." The hard edge left her voice. "Sure, I'd gladly fuck them too if they were here, because I'm in that kind of mood, but I thought you understood by now that I pretty much hate them."

I kissed her forehead, then donned my best smart-ass grin. "Well, you see, Lily, the thing is, it's kinda hard for me to understand something you refuse to explain."

"You don't want to know."

"Are you sure? Because it feels to me like I do," I said.

"Trust me, you don't. And I don't want to talk about it. Ever. So please don't ruin my wedding day by asking about it, okay?"

"Okay, okay, sorry," I said. "But I do hope you know that you really can share things with me. That's one of the things that husbands and wives do. Or so I hear."

Lily smiled, laying a gloved hand on my cheek. "I'll keep that in mind." After taking a long sip of her wine, she added, "You know, I thought about you all the time after you left. I was glad you'd got away, because captivity is captivity. But I missed you. A lot."

"Does it look like I forgot about you?" I asked, before pulling her in for a kiss.

"I think we should go mingle," she said breathlessly after our lips parted. "I mean, as I just got done saying, I obviously don't mind having complete strangers inside me. But I think it would be nice to get to know your family at least a little bit beforehand. Or, you know, in general. I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing a lot of them after all."

Seeing as she'd only put a little bite into those last words, I only put a little force into the smack of her ass. She yelped and shuffled forward a few steps, but smiled at me afterwards.

We went over to the pavilion. Everyone was gathered around a picnic table that had been turned into a makeshift bar. I introduced her to everyone, and she took at least a few minutes to make small talk with each person. And she hit it off with everyone.

Especially Todd.

Fucking Todd.

You'd think they were old friends. This, after one night of sex, that, by Todd's account, wasn't even that great. But if he thought she talked too much though, as he'd said to me at one point yesterday, he wasn't letting it show now.

While the four of us talked, Holly made eyes at me, at least when she wasn't glowering at her husband or pretending not to be giving my wife dirty looks. The poor dear. I hoped that after her Elevation, her feelings might evolve. Or that Todd's would.

Lily was almost as comfortable and flirty with Dad as she'd been with Todd. But then, Dad was pretty funny to begin with. Often unintentionally, but sometimes even when he thought he was. And he was always in prime form at parties. It was almost as if he didn't think small gatherings were worth turning his charm up to its highest setting.

While she and Dad joked, Cindy and Iva came to join us. Cindy eased in to the conversation Dad and Lily were having. Iva stared at Cindy longingly, almost jealously, as she tipped back her plastic cocktail glass.

I pulled her aside. Lily looked back at me when I took my hand off her back, but when she saw that I was just stepping a bit off to the side, she smiled, blew me a kiss, and turned her attention back to the story my father was telling, hanging on his every word.

My aunt's outfit was just unfair. It took great effort on my part to think about anything other than ripping her soft breasts out of her teddy and sucking on them while everyone, including my newlywed wife, stared on.

"She's delightful," Iva said. "Looks like Mel wasn't kidding. You are marrying up."

"When did she say that?" I asked.

"I think I met her once, actually," Iva said, ignoring my question.

"Really? In Silas' Court?"

"Yeah. I think I saw her at parties back when I was with Silas' daughter. Never spoke to her, but I remember being taken by her." She paused. "And, now that I think about it, I also remember there being rumors about her tearing some woman's throat out with her jaws. Be careful with that one, Frank."

"I will be."

"Here," Iva said, handing me her empty glass. "Why don't you go buy me another."

I laughed, kissed her on the forehead, and made my way around the clusters of people to get at the picnic table. Not a minute later, I returned with another cosmotini. Or at least, I hoped that's what it was. She'd told me what went in it a few times in the past, but I never seemed to remember. Even though it wasn't even all that complicated.

"So I've been thinking about what we talked about yesterday," she said.

"Brianna?" I asked.

Iva shook her head. "No, though we ought to talk more about her sooner or later too. I meant what my mother said to you. About the thing she regrets. Or the one that I actually know about." She paused to take a sip of her drink. It would appear I'd gotten the drink right, or near enough that she couldn't tell the difference. "I've never told anyone this, you know. But now that I know there's something else that she regrets, it doesn't seem like as big a deal as it once did. If that makes any sense." Another sip of her drink. For someone who supposedly didn't think it such a big deal anymore, she sure looked nervous. "I guess I don't even care if the others overhear us. Not anymore."

I motioned for her to continue.

"Gus and Cindy aren't really my brother and sister."

I almost dropped my bottle of beer.

"Cindy sure looks like she is," I said, after a moment.

Iva rolled her eyes. "Well, okay, she is. But only half. We don't have the same father. And the story is about him."

"Your father?"

"Theirs. The man I thought was my father too, when I was growing up."

"Hmm. You know, I don't think I ever met him," I said.

"Of course not. I Devoured him not long after I came of age," Iva replied, her tone shockingly casual. "So you wouldn't even have been born yet," she continued. 

I hadn't even been born yet? 

"So, the regret is banishing you?"

"Yup," Iva said. "It was only because she couldn't be seen to tolerate what I'd done. Not because she was mad about losing him. Maybe she'd loved him once, but she certainly didn't anymore at that point. As queen, though, she had to do something, even though she didn't want to lose me. We cried together for hours."

That was a hard thing to picture. Grandma was warmer with her daughters than anyone else, but the idea of her crying was entirely alien to me.

"So why did you do it?"

She frowned, shrugged one shoulder. "It was stupid."

"No one's judging," I said.

"Well, I guess I am," Iva said, before taking another sip of her drink. "I've paid for it and paid for it. But some days, I still think I haven't suffered enough."

I kissed her on the forehead. "Don't do this to yourself."

She looked up at me with a face that didn't reveal anything. "So, understand that I grew up thinking this man was my father. I loved him. And I yearned for him. I knew what we were. No one told me, but I always knew things I wasn't supposed to know." 

No surprise there.

"So there I was," Iva continued, "having fantasized about my father for a long time, but even after I came of age, he wouldn't touch me. Mom told me that he genuinely loved me, but he could never see me the same as he did Cindy, because I wasn't his."

"That had to hurt."

"You have no idea. I think that's why I've always been so interested in Cindy. Like I was convinced there had to be something really special about her."

"Ah," I said. Not that it was hard to believe before, when I hadn't known there was a deeper reason for it. But that did make sense.

"Guess I needed to believe it so bad that I genuinely started to," Iva added. "Not that she isn't. Special. But it's always been more about coping with the way Dad shunned me."

I nodded.

"What made it worse was that, for years, I'd felt bad for Dad. Thought he was being neglected sexually, and was dying to make up the difference for him. You see, he worshiped my mother. But she'd lost interest in him. She told me exactly that, many times. When Mom married him, she was marrying the last scion of a once great house. And he just never really lived up to that. Wasn't his fault though. No one in his family was very powerful. Hadn't been in a long time."

I still didn't know the history of our court as well as I'd liked. But I was gradually correcting that, with Wendy's help. There had been a time when the throne passed regularly between not only Houses Orwin and Farrier, but also Ariand. My grandfather's house.

"So Mom thought she'd snagged an alpha male. But he wasn't. He doted on her. Would do anything for her. He was so sweet, Frank. But he didn't realize that every time he said, 'I don't know, dear, whatever you want to do tonight,' she grew even less attracted to him."

"Story old as time," I said.

"Guess so," Iva said. "Anyway, that's pretty much it. Dad was hardly getting any. Mom could barely stand him, and if Cindy's legs were open and Gus wasn't between them, it was most likely because was on the toilet. I wanted so bad to take Dad inside me and make everything okay, to be for him what Mom and Cindy wouldn't."

Sick. And touching at the same time.

I gave my aunt a deep kiss.

"What was that for?" she asked with a smile that said she didn't really care why.

"Just because."

Blushing, she picked right back up. "I always figured we'd be a big happy family when I came of age. And that sorta came true, but not really. I guess I should have been mad at my mother most of all, but somehow I couldn't be. I blamed Dad.

"For a year or so, I tried to accept it. And finally getting to make love to Mom and Cin and Gus, well that definitely nice. But no matter how hard I tried to seduce him, Dad just kept refusing." She paused for a moment and took a swig of her drink. "Until one night. But I'd long ago decided that I hated him so much that if I ever managed to wear down his resistance, I was going to make him pay." Another sip. "And I did."

"That definitely explains a lot."

My aunt shrugged. "I guess. It still doesn't make all that much sense to me, and I lived it. Why wasn't I just happy that he finally saw me the way I'd always wanted him to?"

"Damage had already been done," I said.

Lily came up behind Iva, placed a hand gently on my aunt's shoulder. "So, can I have my husband back now?"

Iva laughed awkwardly. For a moment, I saw a look in her eyes that made me hope that Lily never made the mistake of crossing Iva.

As she pulled me towards the food table, Lily asked, "What was that about?"

"Nothing."

She gave me a skeptical look, but didn't say anything more about it. We piled our paper plates high with food before going to sit at one of the empty picnic tables.

It suddenly hit me that while we'd always planned to have the ceremony outdoors, the reception was supposed to be indoors. What was the rehearsal dinner all about if we were going to have a family barbecue afterwards?

"Honey?" I asked, as I forked up a pile of pulled pork, "When did we change the plans for the reception?"

Lily smiled. "Frank, sweetie, `we' didn't. I did. Right before the ceremony. It's just so beautiful out, I didn't want to be inside."

"And that's it?" I asked.

As she chewed a mouthful of potato salad, she said, "Maybe there's something else. But you'll have to wait to see what."

One day, I hoped to meet a woman who told me things when I wanted to know them. It would probably never happen, but it was a nice dream.

Just then, Grandma came over to us. She had what I thought was an Old Fashioned in one hand. I didn't know anyone actually drank those. 

"Having a good time?" she asked.

"Absolutely. You?"

She nodded. "You still haven't introduced me to this wife of yours. That's awfully rude of you, Frank. I'm not sure who should be more offended. Her or me."

Had we skipped Grandma when making the rounds? 

Freudian slip, I guess.

"You must be Grandma Kailtlin," Lily said, offering her hand.

Grandma ignored her hand, bending down to kiss her on the cheek instead. "A pleasure, Lily. You look absolutely fabulous in that dress."

"Thank you," Lily said for the manyteenth time that day.

"You better take good care of her," Grandma said to me.

Lily laughed, clearly expecting that sentence to end with a different pronoun. "You heard her," she said, pinching my cheek.

"I will, Grandma."

"And keep an eye on her, too. If she came to you from Silas, it's as likely that she's spying for him as not. Any moonlit woman who allows herself to be held prisoner by the likes of us lowly Autumnal folk is either incredibly devious or not worthy of my grandson."

Lily's smiling facade cracked only a little.

But I felt her Libido turn dark and angry. Primal. And, for just a split second, it looked as though the woman sitting across from me was half woman, and half wolf. 

The creature was a biped that might have been ten feet tall. It was hard to say, since she was still seated, but she was definitely huge. She was covered from muzzle to tail in indigo fur, save for a patch of light blue fur from groin to collarbone. The teeth bared in her silent snarl were as long as steak knives. Her chest and arms were thicker with muscle than mine had ever been, no matter how much I'd altered my appearance.

Grandma smiled. "I've been with Silas too, dear. Not nearly enough times for my liking, but enough to know that it doesn't take a crazy woman to consider doing some crazy things to please him. And spying on the ruler of one court for the benefit of another is hardly crazy. Pretty common, actually."

I didn't know what to say to that. Lily scoffed, but apparently thought it so preposterous that it didn't need a response.

"Anyway, it was truly lovely to meet you," Grandma said, raising her glass in salute before returning to her table.

"Well!" Lily said. "Can you believe that?"

I sure hoped not. "I'm sorry about that, honey. Grandma just kind of speaks her mind."

"Ordinarily, I respect that," Lily said. As she ought to, being that she shared the same trait. "But that's just downright offensive. As if you don't know that I would have run away with you long ago, if you'd just asked."

I stared at her face. It was a beautiful, decidedly fur-free face.

Fuck me. I don't know if I was just enchanted by her and the memories of the really good sex we'd shared in the past or what, but I believed her. "Forget it. It doesn't mean anything. I know she's wrong, you know she's wrong, and that's all that matters."

I'd have loved to ask why Grandma found it hard to believe that a moonlit woman could have been held captive, but I knew how that would sound.

Lily frowned. "You don't think she'll turn your family against me? Or, at least, the Farriers? I mean, I thought things were going well between me and your father, but I've seen the way he looks at her."

"Well, that's true. If she told him she was disowning me, I doubt I'd ever see him again. But I don't know. I'm not even sure she cares enough to do anything like that. She's really not involved much in the court anymore. This weekend is the first time most people her have seen her since she abdicated the throne. And will probably be the last for a while."

"Wicked old bat," she said.

"You get a few of those free, because she was totally out of line. But let's do please remember that she is my grandmother. In her way, she's just trying to look out for me."

Lily sighed, laid a hand atop mine. "I know, baby. I just want them to like me."

"Besides Grandma, they do. Todd is more jealous than he'll let on, I'm pretty sure. Iva thinks I'm marrying up. So does Mel. And from the looks she's been giving you, I'd say Mel might fight me over who gets to take you home tonight."

She laughed. "I only mostly hope you win. She's a sexy little firecracker."

"But don't call her that. I once did. She prefers goddess."

"Ha! I like her style," Lily said, smiling.

I ran a finger over the back of one of my wife's blue hands. "I'm sorry I never offered to take you away back then," I said. "But I'm glad we're together now."

"Me too," she said. "It would have been really hot and romantic if we'd run away without thinking twice about the consequences. But it would have been stupid. And, anyway, here we are, together, and you've signed a peace agreement with him."

"All's well that ends well," I said with a smile I didn't quite feel.

Lily smiled back at me. Her Libido seemed to be telling me that I didn't need to worry about that nightmare beast she'd briefly turned into. But any woman who tried to get in the way of us might need to. Which I suppose should have been reassuring.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 08



Not long after we all had cake and coffee, Mel stood up on the bench seat of her picnic table. "Look, I know you guys didn't want speeches, so I'll keep this brief. The two of you need to get out on the `dance floor' and show us how you really feel." She gestured to the back half of the pavilion, where we'd cleared away some of the picnic tables.

Everyone cheered. They didn't know exactly what we had planned, but they had know things wouldn't stay PG for long. "Good a time as any," I whispered to Lily.

She nodded, took me by the hand and led me out to the dance floor. My wife held one hand up in the air, twirled it around, and huge speakers suddenly appeared at the other end of the pavilion. A moment after they appeared, they began blasting out the requisite bass-heavy, feel-it-in-your-bones dance music.

Mel summoned a chair, placed it in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, and smiled at me deviously before departing.

Lily sat down and made a real show of sliding the garter up her thigh. A few cat-calls rang out as she exposed a shapely thigh. Once it was securely in place, she raised her leg high and stretched it out. Her muscles rippled delightfully as she pointed her foot and swiveled it around. Then she brought it back to the floor and snapped her frilly dress over her leg once more. My family replied with laughter and applause.

I knelt before her, looking back over my shoulder at my family as they egged me on.

Slowly, teasing the crowd as much as my wife, I raised her dress back up. I held it above my head for a few seconds, then let it drop over me.

By the laughter, I could only guess Lily was making some very suggestive facial expressions. I took hold of the garter and pulled it down with my teeth. I was tempted to give her a little treat while I was there, but I chose not to.

It was hard to resist though. She smelled wonderful.

Emerging with my hands still behind my back and the garter in my teeth, I stood up and turned around so everyone could see. This earned still more applause.

Lily clapped too as she stood up. "Now, baby, it's your turn," she said.

I feigned surprise, holding my hands up, palms to the sky, as I let her push me down into the seat. She gave me a very enjoyable lap dance for a few minutes. Even with her dress on, and her breasts still trapped inside the tight bodice, I came pretty close to getting off. She knew how to work her hips. And the crowd, for that matter.

As the song ended, she stood up and ripped the bottom of her dress off.

I heard gasps, laughter, and clapping. But it felt like it was worlds away. For the time being, my entire universe contained nothing but Lily.

Standing there, wearing the bodice of her dress, white knee-high stockings and gleaming white heels, and a pair of satin panties that were drenched in her juices, my wife took my breath away. The bodice looked like it had always been meant to be a corset rather than part of a wedding gown.

She continued the lap dance through another song. At one point, she stood facing away from me and, with her legs stiff, bent slowly over until her head was tucked between my legs. Her beautiful ass was spread out in front of me. Then Lily reached back and slapped that gorgeous ass, sending a light ripple across the pale blue flesh.

Still, she tortured me for a few more minutes. Whenever I tried to cop a feel, she batted my hands away. Only when the song ended did she finally go to her knees.

I heard someone whisper, "She's not going to-"

And then I was in her mouth.

After all that, I thought she'd work slowly, teasing me. But, no. She swallowed me to the hilt, pressing her nose against my pubes.

My family cheered her on as she bobbed up and down on my member, slobbering noisily, teasing my balls with her long, white nails.

I ran my hands through her otherworldly hair as she worked. Damn, but she was beautiful. Her skin was so smooth and fair, for all that it had an unusual hue. Her hair was dark, thick, and lustrous. Her big breasts were about ready to spill out the top of her corset.

And she knew how to suck a dick.

Not like Iva. Not like Mom. But she definitely knew what she was doing. Her tongue was flexible and her jaw had no problem opening good and wide for extended periods. Not long after she started, my first load of cum was sliding down the back of her throat. But she just gulped it down hungrily and kept right on sucking.

The members of my family were starting to get into the moment. It was quite a sight, seeing my whole family at work. But that was just about the last thing on my mind.

After swallowing another load of my spunk, my wife finally let me out of her warm mouth. Wiping herself off with the back of her hand, she asked, "Now?"

I ran a hand along her cheek, down her delicate chin. "Yes, baby."

Lily stood up, still holding my thick cock in one hand. "Excuse me, everyone."

Not everyone was quick to stop what they were doing. When she explained what she had in mind, though, she got everyone's attention well enough.

My heart raced. For a moment, I almost wondered how they'd respond. Almost hoped that no one would take her up on it, and I could have her to myself. But of course, that was just silly. No one in my family was going to turn down an offer like that.

Dad raced over. The others remained where they were for now.

"You found yourself a winner, son," Dad told me as he positioned himself. 

Lily smiled up at me briefly then went back to work.

Dad gave it to her good. As a result, she wasn't exactly giving me her best anymore. I took the opportunity to survey the scene and actually take it all in.

Mel was riding her father while her brother fucked their mother from behind.

Iva and Cindy were on their backs, their holes filled by the tentacles with which Grandma had replaced her arms. It took a few moments before that registered. I couldn't decide if it was gross or really fucking hot. Perhaps it was both.

"Inside? Or paint her back?" Dad asked.

"Inside," I said, caressing Lily's hair. Her moan confirmed that I'd guessed correctly.

A moment later, jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut, Dad jerked his hips and grunted as he deposited his seed inside my wife's womb.

After Dad got up and went to fuck his mother from behind while she fucked his sisters with her tentacles, Todd took his place. My brother went to one knee behind Lily, smacked her ass, and said, "Hello again." Then he pressed his thumb, shiny with lube, into her asshole. After less than minute of loosening her up, he replaced his thumb with his dick. He fucked my wife so hard she almost fell over. While he pounded her ass, he reached between her legs and played with her clit. 

I started to worry about her teeth, but she took good care of me.

He lasted a good long time, even though he was working at a pace that should have worn grooves in the cement beneath him. Lily sucked another load of my cum out of me before my brother finally got off. He pulled out slowly, with a satisfied sigh, then stumbled away, knees wobbling. He clapped his son on the back as Sean took his place.

Meanwhile, Sean stared down at my wife, apparently unsure if this was really okay.

"Go ahead," I said. "She wants you to."

"Are you going to be mad?" he asked.

I laughed. "Only if you don't make my wife happy. She hasn't gotten off yet, but I think Todd had her pretty close when he finished."

He took a deep breath and slid his long, relatively thin dick inside Lily's pussy. She moaned in pleasure, saliva dripping down my balls, before resuming her steady humming.

Sure enough, it didn't take him long to finish her off. And as he slammed into her one last time, groaning, she reached another orgasm.

Lily took me out of her mouth afterwards and smiled up at me. "This is just perfect, baby." Then she reached down, scooped up some of the cum that was oozing out of her with her nails, and sucked her fingers clean.

"You're a goddess," I said. "I want you so bad right now."

My wife gathered up some more of the cum dribbling out of both her holes and licked it from her fingers. Then she cleaned herself up, stood, and slipped into my lap. Her Libido was thumping in time with the music. "That was something."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I said, unzipping her corset and casting it aside.

"A few times," she said.

"I noticed."

"You don't mind that I kept you busy all that time? That every guy in this room not only fucked your wife, but a couple other women besides?"

"Baby, tonight, you're the only one I want."

She kissed me a few times. "What if Iva asked if she could join us?"

"I'd tell her she can wait. You don't get me exclusive long term, of course. But for her wedding day, yes, my wife can have as many guys as she wants and still know that she's the only woman who will get to feel my cock inside her."

Lily nuzzled my neck, nibbled my ears. "I'm never going to forget this night."

"I believe I heard something earlier, from some blue-skinned chick, about these big plans you have for me for tonight," I added.

"Oh, is that so," she said.

I pinched her ass playfully. "Wouldn't have to do with conceiving?"

"Maybe yes. Maybe no," she said. "Maybe I want you to fuck me real good before I say. We're going to make beautiful children though, aren't we?"

"What color do you suppose their skin will be?"

"Whatever you get when you mix pink and blue," she said.

"You're calling me pink?"

"Why, what do you guys think the color of your skin is?"

"Um, our crayon companies used to call it 'flesh.'"

She laughed at that. "At any rate, they're going to be beautiful no matter what color they are," she said as she took me inside her.

"Yes, they will be," I said.

Then I grew an extra cock and fucked the hell out of both of my wife's tight little holes. My hands enjoyed the pleasures of her round ass and large breasts. We kissed each other aggressively. I brought her to climax a half dozen times before I myself came.

Lily slipped out of my lap. If I hadn't reached out to steady her, she might have fallen over, her knees were so shaky. "So. What was the big surprise?"

"Follow me," she said. This time, she turned into an actual wolf, rather than a hybrid. She was still huge. Almost as large as a lion. As before, her fur was indigo, except for the softer, shorter fur on her belly and the underside of her tail, which was light blue.

I'd never tried a transformation this dramatic, but I thought I might be powerful enough.

The scent of my she-wolf filled my nose, drowning out the reek of the man-beasts standing around us. When she took off into the woods, I wasted not a moment before giving chase. She was larger than I was, and faster. Had she wanted to, she could have escaped me.

But this was a different game. She was toying with me. Leading me somewhere.

When we broke through into a clearing, she turned around and circled me. We fought for a time, clubbing each other with our paws and snapping our jaws at one another. But our fangs and claws drew little blood. Most of that was mine, of course, but not all of it. 

We played with each for a while as wolves. In multiple senses. 

But eventually, we returned to our regular forms. 

The taste of blood was still in my mouth, and my nose sang with smells it had never known, never could know.

"That was intense," I said, as I pulled her on top of me. "I've never felt so powerful. Which doesn't make any sense, because I was half your size."

She purred as she nuzzled my neck. "You'll get better."

"Are all your people like this? Is that what the moon thing is all about?"

Lily laughed. "No. I suppose some of our kind gave rise to your silly little stories about werewolves, but we can be whatever we want. Same as you. Some of us have a fondness for wolves, but not all. Not even most."

"I'd love to see-"

"Can we talk about this later?" she asked. "If we have to talk about it at all? Right now, I really just want you to fuck me again. And again, and again. Please?"

I laughed, and did as she asked.

#

That night, we conceived our first child.

Even if Lily hadn't told me she was choosing to become pregnant, I'd have sensed it. As I poured my seed into her womb, I felt warmth fill us both, yet I also felt her Libido all but collapse. And not because I'd drained her.

If that was an unpleasant experience for her, though, it didn't show. She smiled ear to ear and looked like she might cry tears of joy. We didn't fool around any more that night.

But that wasn't to say we weren't physical. We cuddled like Mom and I had used to. Though I'd never felt as much guilt or fear when Mom and I laid together.

I wasn't supposed to be developing feelings for this woman. Had sworn to my mother that I wouldn't let it happen. Maybe that didn't matter now, since I wasn't sure when or if I'd ever see my mother again. But it still felt wrong.

And there was Iva to consider as well.

It came as something of a surprise when Lily informed me that women of our kind didn't need nine months to carry a baby to term. Just three. It wasn't surprising that pregnancy worked differently for us, but that I'd never heard that before. I wondered if I'd ever cease to feel as though I knew next to nothing about the rules of our world.

After a brief honeymoon, we returned to the Homelands. We agreed that we'd stay there for a month or so, then go to the mortal world for the rest of her pregnancy. That way, we'd be gone from the court for less than a week. Yet we'd still have plenty of time alone to get to know each other better before our child was born.

We didn't do a very good job of getting to know each other in that first month, but it sure was fun. And we often invited others to join us.

By the time we headed to the mortal world, I felt confident that Wendy and Iva could handle most of the affairs of state well enough without me. Wendy was proving to be an even better choice for prime minister than I'd hoped. She was smart, efficient, politically astute yet not unfair or unscrupulous, and dedicated. Madly in love with Iva, as well. Which was good, since Iva would be the one she'd be working most closely with, at least for a while.

Back in the mortal world, Lily and I threw ourselves into pretending to be a normal mortal couple. It was summer, and I was tenured, so I didn't worry about work. 

As we started spending less time in bed and finally started to get to know each other, I was more and more sure that we were falling in love, as my mother ha said we would. My mother was never wrong about anything, though, so that shouldn't have surprised me.

We had plenty of disagreements, to be sure. About all manner of stupid little things. And there were some things I thought we should talk about, but we never did, because the very mention of them would make Lily shut down. But we never really fought.

Not while we were wearing people skins anyway.

Finally, the three months were coming to a close. It had been a tough time for both of us in many ways, though of course more so for her. 

But there was nowhere else I'd have wanted to be than with her.

She looked so beautiful, carrying our child. Many of the women of our world, and perhaps even the mortal one, really were not meant to be mothers. Lily, however, was.

Nothing could have compared to watching my beautiful wife give birth to our first child. A son. It was trying, exhausting, exhilarating, and humbling. We'd made a life. A little boy that would one day make women melt without even trying. Including his mother.

We'd already chosen a couple to adopt our little boy. Though it was hard, as we both wanted to spend time with the baby, we delivered him within the hour. Otherwise, we'd get attached and we wouldn't want to give him up.

Which, perhaps, might not have been so terrible. But I wasn't ready for that yet. We'd at least have to wait until I'd given up the throne. 

Lily agreed with all of that, but it still wasn't easy for her to let go. The next two days saw a lot of crying, and more than a little fighting. She eventually apologized for everything she said. But I was finally starting to consider the possibility that there might be more distance between what she wanted from this marriage and what I wanted from it than I'd allowed myself to believe.

But everything seemed fine during our first week back in the court. I took care of business during the day. More and more, that meant recruiting, and distributing patronage to, vassals. There were times that Wendy needed to consult me about things, but fewer and fewer. Particularly since Daphne seemed to have decided she wasn't ready to treat with me after all. That worried me, but was a huge relief at the same time.

By the end of the week, Lily told me she was ready to get pregnant again.

The second experience with childbirth was easier than the first. Lily took some pain medication, and I numbed her further with the same energy I'd often used to amplify or suppress her senses during sex. Why I hadn't thought of that last time, I don't know. Perhaps I'd just been too in awe. Or too confused.

It was no less humbling to watch. Perhaps more so, precisely because Lily was feeling no pain. It was an absolutely beautiful moment. The doctors couldn't believe how well she handled it, which made both of us smile.

Again, she gave birth to a boy. And again, we gave it away to a family we'd pre-selected. A model family, stable and loving, who lived in the suburbs, but was not too conservative. We didn't want our son to grow up with puritanical views about sex, after all.

On the drive back to our place, she was numb and non-responsive. "Babe. Did you see the nursery they'd set up? Wasn't that cute? I think he's going to be happy with them."

She broke down crying.

I pulled over and we climbed into the backseat. I held her in my arms while she cried and cried. She didn't yell at me, call me names, curse me for talking her into giving up her baby, or anything like she had last time. But it took a while before she calmed down.

That night, I didn't try to convince her we did the right thing. 

By the next day, she was better. Depressed, yes, but not catatonic.

A day later, she was ready to return to the court. And the day after that, it was as if everything was fine. But I didn't raise the question of whether we were going to have more children. During the day, I tended to court business. At night, I was with her.

Holly's Rite of Elevation was coming up soon. When I brought it up, Lily said that maybe we should wait until after that to get pregnant again.

"So, we are having more children then?"

"Don't you want to?" she asked. "I thought you did. You knew I wanted lots of kids when you married me, you know. I didn't make a myst-"

"Oh, no, I absolutely do," I cut in. "I just wasn't sure how you felt. I know it's harder than we might have hoped to let go of them."

"Yeah, it is. But I still want more. Now, don't freak out if I get depressed after giving birth again. My hormones take over and I start thinking like a mortal. But when I'm thinking straight, yeah, I'm fully on board."

"Good," I said, running a hand up and down her back.

"So have we thought at all about whether to take them vassals?" I asked.

She sighed. I thought maybe she was going to protest. And it wasn't that I didn't understand her concerns. But I just didn't see why talking them into becoming our vassals was all that bad.

But to my surprise, she said, "Yeah. Let's do it."

"Really?"

Lily nodded. "Only if they're okay with it. But, sure, we can ask."

"That's all I ever meant," I said.

Which was probably true. I hadn't though carefully enough about it before saying we should make them be our vassals that one time. That was all.




Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 08



Maybe I was willing to do things to gain power that others were not. This wasn't the first time it had occurred to me that this might be the case. But even I had limits. And I suspected that once I got to know my kids, the last thing I'd ever want to do is push them into something they weren't comfortable with.

#

Perhaps surprisingly, the Rite of Elevation demanded abstinence from the participants. I'd been hoping for it to require an orgy, but apparently there was even greater power in the ache that our kind felt when forced to forego acting on our urges as there was in the act of coupling. Or so Wendy claimed.

It also required thirteen of us. Dad, Cindy and Grandma refused outright, because of the abstinence. But between the rest of my family, my wife, and the vassals I forced to assist us, we got to thirteen. The decided lack of cooperation from House Farrier would not be soon forgotten, though, even if we didn't need them. The Rite required the expenditure of massive amounts of energy, and it would have been orders of magnitude easier to complete with Grandma in the circle. Dad and Cindy would have helped more than my vassals as well, though their absence was not as keenly felt as that of my grandmother.

The Rite consisted of the thirteen of us sitting in a circle around Holly, holding hands, visualizing her as a sexual being. When I expressed confusion over what exactly that meant, Wendy explained that the only written account she'd been able to find had been performed on an elderly couple, and it might not have been so trivial a detail in that case. Yet again, I deferred to her judgment.

Much as it pained me to admit, with women like Wendy and Iva around, my intellectual contributions to tasks such as this were minimal to non-existent. For that matter, my raw power hardly marked me as unique either. Were I not the king, it would have made little sense for me to direct the Rite rather than Iva.

Thankfully, the Rite was neither complicated nor lengthy.

It was, however, dreadfully exhausting. I blacked out afterwards, only to wake up in my bed nearly fourteen hours later.

A few days later, I decided to visit Holly. She and her family had returned to the mortal world, while Lily and I were staying in the Homelands until she was much closer to term. That meant Lily would hardly notice my absence.

I was stunned by the magnificent beauty that answered the door. 

She wasn't exactly a whole new woman. If she looked better now than even in the photos Todd had showed me of her modeling days, it was a close thing. And he still didn't have the curves I preferred, though her breasts were a little larger than before. With her already thin waist a bit thinner, she almost had a proper hourglass shape. Only almost though. 

But despite the fact that she was still thinner than I preferred, she had my knees wobbling the instant I laid eyes on her.

There had been a time that I'd thought that my cousin Brianna had the prettiest face ever. And if not for my nearly fetishistic obsession with seeing black hair combined with ultra fair skin, I perhaps would not have thought Holly any prettier than Brianna. However, if only because of that particular preference, I had to say that Holly was now the prettiest woman I could even imagine.

Of course, a pretty face is only worth so much. My newly immortal sister was still trying to figure out how to use her powers. And even if she hadn't been inexperienced in their use, she only had about as much raw power as Aunt Cindy anyway. 

It was an enjoyable afternoon, to be sure. Like all immortal women, she had her own unique taste. And hers was especially sweet. Her juices had a peppermint taste that was vaguely reminiscent of candy canes. And while I couldn't bust out all my favorite moves, she allowed me to do things with her that I'd never have been able to do when she was still a mortal. Like growing an extra cock and fucking both her pussy and her ass at the same time. She also had greater stamina and flexibility, allowing us to try more positions than she'd have been able to handle in one afternoon prior to her Elevation.

All in all, I was very glad I came to visit her, and glad that she was so eager to express her gratitude for my part of Elevating her. I was even glad to hear her say that Todd seemed to have rediscovered her, and Sean was more persistent in chasing after her than ever before.

But I didn't stay as long as I'd thought I might, no matter that she repeatedly mentioned that she had the house to herself for several hours yet.

#

The next night, while Lily slept, I went to visit Brianna. She was less defensive than the last time I'd seen her, but no closer to wanting to return to the court. Remembering how she'd said she'd wanted to Devour me last time, I didn't try to sleep with her either.

A few days later, after a meeting with Wendy ended earlier than expected, I finally went to see my sister. In the middle of the day. At least, it was in the Homelands.

When I appeared in her apartment, she'd been entertaining five young gentleman, all of whom were black. At first, I thought they were all strangers, but then I realized that two of them were our cousins, Vince and Ismail. They were polite enough, but cool and detached.

I guess I couldn't blame them.

I'd thought I might put Skye next on my list of people I needed to visit, but the looks on her brothers' faces alone convinced me I'd better wait a while longer.

Natalie wasn't a whole lot happier to see me. At first, she'd told me to leave. She caved on that quickly enough, but still told me to wait outside while she finished up. And it was nearly a half hour before she came out onto her patio, wearing a bathrobe and nothing else.

As she tucked a cigarette in her mouth and lit it without the aid of matches or a lighter, she asked me, "The fuck do you want, Frank?"

"Good to see you-"

"Cut the shit. I'm in no mood for your lame jokes."

I drew a deep breath. "Since when do you smoke?"

"Since when do you give a fuck whether I smoke?" she asked, inhaling deeply. The cherry on the end of the cigarette flared. "Ain't likely to kill me, is it? Not like we're normal."

From someone else, that would have sounded like a boast instead of a lament.

"You ever hear from Rob?"

"Yeah, we play golf on Saturdays," she deadpanned. "Seriously, Frank, tell me why you're here or get the fuck out out my face. You could have at least let me know you were coming, you know. Pretty rude to just drop in on me like this."

"I didn't know I was coming, until some free time opened up-"

"That's just fucking great. I'm an afterthought. Lovely."

I grabbed the cigarette from her mouth, took a long drag, then handed it back. I didn't care for the taste, or the way it seared my lungs, but it did soothe the nerves. "I want you to come back, Nat. This isn't the life for you."

"It look like I'm retired? You do still recognize your cousins, right?" she asked. "Why don't you just say what you really mean. You miss me. You want to fuck me again." Then she barked a laugh, accompanied by a puff of smoke. "No, that can't be it. You've got more women than you can handle as it is. It's not my vag you want, it's my forgiveness. Am I right? Your poor conscience can't live with all the shit you've done, and you need to hear someone tell you that they understand, that it's okay, that you're not a bad person."

I didn't respond.

She was more or less right, of course.

"You should have said you wanted to fuck me. That, I might have given you," she said. Then she dropped the cigarette on the concrete, rubbed it out with a bare foot, and went back inside. She closed the sliding glass door, leaving me alone on her balcony.

Though we were only four years apart, I'd never gotten to know my sister that well. Not like I had Dom and Todd. Even Dom had a better relationship with her, and with six years separating them, they had less reason to be close. So the truth was, I didn't know how she'd react to what I was about to do. All I knew was that she'd made a few comments in the past to indicate she'd been disappointed that I wasn't more persistent in trying to get her attention. She was the girl, she'd said. 

I took a deep breath and moved from her balcony to inside her apartment.

Nat was just getting to the couch upon which I now sat. She sighed, crossed her arms under her breasts, and glowered at me. "Still here?"

"Still here."

"I'm not going to tell you it's okay, Frank. Because it's not."

"I know," I said.

"Do you? Really? Because, I'll tell you what. I understand why you did what you did. And maybe, if I wasn't his mother, I could look at things objectively and say he had it coming. But none of that changes the fact that you killed my son. You may have done it with Iva's fucking cunt rather than your own hands, but you killed him all the same. I'll never see my baby again, never hold in my arms, never feel him inside me, and it's because you took him away from me. And ruined my marriage in the process. Sure, we were in rocky waters to begin with, but if not for this, we might have pulled through."

"I know it's not okay," I said, "and I don't expect you to forgive me. I can't even imagine what you're going through."

"So if you're not here for sex, and you know I can't forgive you, what do you want?"

"I don't know," I said. "I guess I hope that maybe someday you won't hate me. Not that you'd forgive me, but maybe that we could-"

My sister settled down next to me on the leather couch and draped a hand across my thigh. "I don't hate you, Frank."

"Really?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, really. I'm not sure I'd know how if I wanted to."

I put an arm around her shoulders, pulled her against me, and kissed the top of her head.

We sat there like that in silence for a while. Eventually, she turned the TV on, and we watched some stand-up comedy. Had a few drinks together. Just hung out, as if we were ordinary siblings. Nevermind that I was wearing jeans without a shirt, and she was wearing even less. Nevermind that I had allowed our aunt to swallow her son whole with her pussy, or that the two of us had fucked each other's brains out many times in the past. We couldn't have been less normal. But, for a while anyway, it didn't matter.

For a while.

Eventually, though, between the drinks helping our inhibitions to take some time off, and just being around each other, laughing, being ourselves, it started to become pretty obvious where things were headed, no matter that I'd claimed I hadn't come for that.

One second we'd been laughing, the next I was pulling my sister into my lap. 

Natalie looked a question at me as I lined my cock up with a hole no brother should have even considered violating. But whatever the question was, she didn't ask it. Just held her breath and waited for her big brother to slide inside her.

As with the last time we'd had sex with each other, we skipped the supernatural flourishes. At first, anyway. We began with slow movements and intent stares, then worked our way up to furious pounding, cursing, and not so soft love bites. I wondered if I'd ever have the kind of tender, affectionate sex I preferred most of all with my sister, the way I often had with our mother. Before she'd left me.

Maybe I didn't deserve anything but angry sex from Nat though.

After my sister popped like a champagne cork, I poured her down onto the couch and gave her the full treatment with my hands and mouths. From her toes to her earlobes, there wasn't a remotely sensitive part of her that I wasn't stimulating either orally or manually. Blue bolts of ecstatic energy shot out from my hands now and then, bringing her to climax instantaneously when they touched her skin.

She then did much the same for me, though she was nowhere near as powerful as I was anymore. Once, she had been. But we'd followed very different paths since our parents had first initiated us. She wasn't weak, though, and she was more than up to the task of milking several loads of cum from me. And, unlike last time, she didn't cough any up on me. Most of it, she swallowed, but some she asked me to shoot on her face and breasts.

After we climaxed together, the two of us collapsed onto the couch.

"You know I still hate you, right?" Nat asked.

I slapped her bare ass. "Right. Like I'm falling for that."

"I wouldn't have expected you to think so before either," my sister said with a smile. "What do you say we go a little easier for round two, by the way?"

"Fine by me," I said.

#

Lily didn't love giving up our third child, our first daughter, but she dealt with it a lot better than the previous two. A lot better. Yet, despite that, she decided she didn't want to have any more children for a while and began a vigorous campaign to talk me into stepping down. She recognized that it would be unfair to try to insert ourselves into the children's lives while they were still growing up, no matter what we planned to do when they came of age. We'd given them away to loving adoptive families, and we couldn't go back on that. But she was itching to raise children, from infancy, and my position had always been that we'd do so after I handed the throne over to someone else.

So I decided to have a talk with Iva. Heck, as much as I didn't like thinking about it, I had to admit that if I didn't name her as successor and step down soon, I might find myself being pushed out the door. And rightfully so, really. Iva was running the court these days, not me. With more than a little help from Wendy, of course. Offering her the position of prime minister was likely to be remembered as the best decision I ever made as king.

My aunt and I sat at a folding table atop the roof of the royal palace, drinking coffee.

I stared out at the landscape, surveying what would soon no longer be my kingdom. As it was every day of the year, not that years had any real meaning here, it was the middle of autumn. The rolling hills were packed with ancient trees. An ocean of red, orange and yellow stretched as far as the eye could see, at least to the north and east. To the south and west, the hills were dotted with manor houses and sprawling estates.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked, still staring at the foliage.

"Sure is," my aunt said, sipping her coffee.

"Before I knew what I was, fall was my favorite time of year. I used to love driving through upstate New York on the weekends. The trees were just gorgeous. So does that make it especially fitting that I turned out to be who I was, or is this, here, why I loved fall so much in the first place? You suppose Daphne's got grandkids out there somewhere, in some fake mortal world that they believe is real, who just love winter?"

"You're in an awfully wistful mood. What's up?"

I sighed and finally turned to look at her. "I want to ask you something, and I'd really appreciate the truth. Whatever it is. Don't much care what the answer happens to be. Honestly. I just want to know that you're being straight with me."

"Oh, dear," she said.

"If I don't step down soon, I'm going to seriously regret it, aren't I?"

"You think Mel is-"

"Not Mel, Iva. Come on."

She looked shocked. Genuinely appalled. "Frank. Please tell me you're not seriously accusing me of what I think you're-"

I took her hand in mine. "Asking. Not accusing."

Iva looked away, blinking back a few tears. "No, Frank. I'm not...no."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't really think so, but I've been away so much, and you've got almost as many vassals-"

"You told me to-"

"-that you're queen in all but name already. And, quite honestly, the court is much the better for it." I paused to let that sink in. I felt the defensive shield that had suddenly surrounded her Libido start to recede. "I just assumed that if I can see that, surely you can too. You're you, after all, and you don't miss anything. And we both know Wendy would prefer to see you on the throne. Heck, if there's anyone out there who would prefer me to stay on, they're keeping awful quiet."

Iva fell silent.

"Am I right?"

"You really think so? That the court would be better in my hands?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I said. "You and Wendy make a great team."

She blushed. "That's...I don't know what to say." She took a sip of her coffee before adding, "I actually think you've done a lot of good for the court, you know. Especially before you went and got yourself that wife. You haven't been the same since she showed up."

I laughed. "That's nice of you to say. But all I ever really did was fuck noblewomen, either to reward them for becoming my vassals or to encourage them to do so in the first place. And, yeah, I guess I'm good at that, because over time, the little extra trickles here and there have added up to a very nice steady stream of energy. And putting Wendy in charge was certainly a good move. But other than that?"

Iva waved my comment away. "So what? For the first time, the nobles feel like the court exists to help them live their lives the way they wish. It takes a wise and humble man to delegate to those who can more effectively get things done rather than trying to control everything themselves. And you can make light of all the time you spend distributing patronage, but I assure you that your supporters appreciate it. And they talk about it too. No one sang Brianna's praises like they do yours. Let's not forget peace with the First Autumnal Court either. I think Jack deserves more credit than he's going to get for paving the way for you, but even so, you brought it home."

"Well, it was me who negotiated an agreement declaring peace. But declaring peace and bringing peace aren't the same," I said. "It's not like we were at war anyway. I know, I know, it still makes a difference. But let's not oversell it. And though she doesn't seem to believe me when I tell her this, the truth is that I did it in no small part so that Lily could go free. Besides, there are a lot of nobles who will never know their sons and daughters because they were forced to bear the cost of bringing that agreement about."

My aunt nodded. "All true enough. But that's politics for you. There are no heroes. Only heroic narratives about people whose policies created as many losers as winners, or who happened to be in the right place at the right time." She paused, tipped back her mug.

I wanted to disagree, but maybe I was just too idealistic.

"Anyway, my point is, yes, I do think I've got a knack for this, and yes, Wendy and I work well together. But neither of us cares if you get most of the credit for what we do. What matters most to me is that you're not a tyrant like your cousin was, or like my mother was, for that matter. I think I might like to sit on the throne when you've decided you've had enough, assuming Melanie and Sean can be persuaded to wait a little longer. But if my turn doesn't come for some time yet, or never does at all, I won't complain. I find what I'm doing now to be plenty rewarding." She reached across the table and smacked my wrist, "And if none of that was true, I'd tell you."

We leaned across the small table and kissed.

Settling back into my chair, I said, "Well, as I'm sure Iva the All-Seeing has already guessed, I'm stepping down."

Iva sipped her coffee without comment.

"I have only one condition. Or maybe it's more like a request, because there's no sense in trying to bluff with you. If you say no, I'll be sad, but the throne will still be yours."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "And that is?"

"I want you to issue an official pardon for Brianna."

"Of course," she said without hesitation.

"Really?"

Iva kicked my shin gently. "Yes, really, stupid. Remember when I told you how pleased I was that you showed her mercy? Why wouldn't I?"