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Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 01

By: jdnunyer



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Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

I'm going to start including more detailed author's notes, and including them not only at the start of each chapter, but each scene. Hopefully, this will avoid the confusion that some readers felt in the past. 

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

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

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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 Cast of Characters

 Gabriela : Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.

 Jennifer : Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.

 Eric : Gabriela's son. POV character.

 Nick : Jennifer's son. POV character.

 Patty : Gabriela's daughter. POV character.

 Veronica : Jennifer's daughter. POV character.

 Annie : Jennifer's daughter. 

 Wes : Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.

 Zoey : Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.

 Olivia : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.

 Kurt : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character.

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 Scene 1 

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles.

POV: Gabriela

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Gabriela gave a start at the sound of her son's voice.

"Mmm," he'd said. Taking a few whiffs of the freshly baked cookies she'd just taken out of the oven, Nick added, "Smells good."

"Thanks, dear," she said, feeling blood rush to her cheeks.

For a moment there, she'd thought that "Mmm" had been for her, not for the cookies. But of course that was completely ridiculous.

Not because he was her son or anything.

No, they'd crossed that bridge a few years ago.

Both she and her wife had. And they'd done so with both of their sons. As well as two of their three daughters.

Yet, there were two reasons it would be absurd for Nick to be referring to her even so.

First, he wasn't actually her son. He was Jennifer's. And though the two women had raised all five of their children together after Hank had left them, and had done their best to convince themselves and their children that they were one big, happy family, the truth about which woman had given birth to which children wasn't much of a secret. Gabriela and her two children had bronze skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Jennifer and her kids had caramel skin, black hair, and brown eyes. Patty, who was Gabriela's, had inherited neither her mother's height nor her temperament. And Annie was an extrovert, whereas Jennifer and her other two children were introverts. But all in all, the two mothers realized that it was common knowledge that Eric and Patty were Gabriela's, while Nick, Veronica, and Annie were Jennifer's. It didn't matter that they'd never told their kids as much. Nor that they'd done their best to avoid playing favorites.

Well, Jennifer had, anyway.

Gabriela had to admit that she hadn't been so good about treating Nick the same as Eric. She hadn't shown Patty any favoritism over the other girls, but Eric? Her gorgeous stud was another story. What woman could manage to behave as if he wasn't special?

But it was more than that. Yes, Gabriela had never showered Nick with attention the way she had Eric, and the youth had to have noticed. But she doubted he'd have been as interested in her as he was Jennifer even if she had. No mere step-mother could ever make a boy's cock throb the way his real mother could.

Not among their kind, anyway.

The other reason Nick couldn't have been ogling her was that she was wearing her mortal disguise. As she usually did, except behind closed doors. Because until Jennifer's youngest daughter came of age, they had to keep up appearances. Had to pretend to be normal. To be mortal. Had to hide their supernatural powers. Even when Annie wasn't around. There was too much risk that she'd see something she shouldn't otherwise.

And in her mortal guise, Gabriela was pushing fifty, overweight, and altogether less than desirable. Not like her wife. Somehow, Jennifer had managed to age a bit more gracefully. And not by cheating, either. Both of them had used their powers to ensure that their assumed personas would age like mortals would. Jennifer was more careful about what she ate, and practically lived in the gym. While juggling a career. And spending no less time with the kids than Gabriela. Though she'd grown soft and saggy in certain areas, Jennifer still had something of a six pack, and her thick lower body was more muscle than fat.

There were men who'd say that Jennifer had the better body even if they could see their true forms. But Gabriela had never been ashamed of her real appearance. She was curvaceous, yes. And, at some point, that had apparently become a nice way of saying something unflattering. At least, as far as the fashion industry was concerned. But her stomach was flat, and her waist impossibly thin, relative to her broad hips and generous breasts. She had a classic hourglass. And then some. In her less modest moments, Gabriela liked to tell herself that she was built like a fertility goddess. So, yes, some men might have preferred Jennifer, even though the short brunette was no stick figure herself. And still others might even find the both of them a bit too curvy. But in that form, her true form, Gabriela liked the way she looked.

And she knew that Nick preferred his women voluptuous.

So if she'd been standing there in all her natural glory, perhaps wearing a skimpy outfit, her son might very well have been referring to her and not the stupid cookies.

But she wasn't.

At the moment, she was a round, middle-aged woman who was wearing threadbare sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess, and her soft, wrinkled face bore no makeup. Not exactly what you'd call irresistible.

Truth be told, she couldn't even blame Nick.

So it was that she was more than a little surprised when he put his hand on her ass and leaned down to whispered in her ear. "House all to ourselves."

Her mouth worked, but no words came.

He was right. Annie was at the mall with her friends, and probably would be for several hours. Eric had gone to over to her brother's house, to see his cousin. Once Olivia got her hands on him, she wasn't likely to let go. Veronica and Patty had left not fifteen minutes ago to go see a movie. Jennifer, of course, was at the gym.

There was no telling how much longer she'd be. But if she came home while they were going at it, she'd probably just join in. And Nick would be the happier for it. So that was hardly an argument against his suggestion.

Still, it felt like she should protest.

She wasn't sure why. Just a moment ago, she'd been disappointed at the thought that he hadn't meant that. And she wasn't getting nearly enough attention from the son she really wanted in her bed. Nor was her brother a reliable fallback option he once had been. Not the way he used to be. Back before Olivia came of age. Lately, it was all but impossible to get him to set foot outside his house. Her slut of a niece wasn't content to steal one man from her. She had to have both Gabriela's son as well as her brother. Leaving Gabriela with few options other than making do with her wife. And though she didn't object to sleeping with women, she needed a good stiff dick every now and then.

Or several times a day, for that matter.

Yet, maybe because she wanted to know that he couldn't be talked out of it, or maybe because she spent so much time pretending to be an ordinary mom that it sometimes took a little effort to slip entirely out of the role, she found herself saying, "We really shouldn't."

"I don't really care what we should do."

Gabriela drew a deep breath.

He gave her ass a good squeeze.

God, but his strong hands felt nice. And the fact that he didn't seem to care that she was wearing her mortal form was having a definite effect on her too.

"Let's at least go upstairs," she panted.

Nick was kneading her ass like dough while nibbling at her neck and ears. At first, she wasn't sure if he'd even heard her. Or if her words had penetrated the lustful fog shrouding his young mind. She was on the brink of deciding that it was enough to have officially registered her concern, that she should simply let him have his way with her right there, when he finally pulled back.

Her knees wavered and her lungs pumped like bellows. Damn. The kid hadn't done much more than grope at her some, and she was all worked up.

Of course, it wasn't an entirely natural reaction. She'd felt his Libido pressing against her every bit as much as she had his stiff manhood. And neither was particularly modest.

Eric had more potential than Nick did, as he did in so many other ways. But Nick was far from weak. And he was more patient than Eric. He had a knack for reading Libidos that Gabriela herself couldn't help but envy, and she had more than a few years of experience on him. Moreover, he could not only read them, but manipulate them.

He'd been gently stroking her supernatural pleasure center, and there wasn't a woman alive who could stand up to that for long without getting a little hot and bothered. It was such a simple trick, but there were plenty men among their kind who hadn't learned to use it. Or who knew how, but didn't bother to put that knowledge to use.

Without a word, Nick took her by the hand and led her up to the master bedroom.

Once inside, he wasted no time in tossing her onto the bed. Not forcefully. If she'd offered any resistance, he'd have let go.

At least, she thought he would have.

Nick had never been quite as inclined to simply take what he wanted as Eric was. But no one would make the mistake of calling the boy meek. He was attentive to the wants and needs of those around him in a way that Eric never would be. But he wasn't obsequious, the way her brother, Wes, could sometimes be.

Those two comparisons remained forefront in her mind as her wife's son knelt before her and pleasured her orally. Eric didn't like going down on her. She didn't think it was because he thought no real man would lower himself to such an act. At least, she hoped he wasn't one of those. But she'd known the pleasure of her own son's tongue far less often than she'd have liked. And when she had, there was no question that he didn't bring the same enthusiasm, patience, and skill to the table as Nick did.

Her brother was more than happy to perform cunnilingus. Fancied himself something of an expert too. And he wasn't bad. Wes was easily the most talented guy she'd ever come across, in that particular department, prior to Nick coming of age. Maybe even for a while after that. But it hadn't taken Nick long to show her just how unnecessary it was to judge men by different standards than women.

She'd assumed that Wes looked up at her constantly, silently imploring her to tell him he was doing a good job, because he simply didn't know what she was feeling. Had no way of knowing. And she'd assumed that Jennifer didn't do that because Jennifer had a pretty good idea of how what she was doing must have felt.

Sex with Jennifer was... well, it was what it was. No more and no less. Which was no substitute for what she really craved. That was for sure. But during the eighteen long years in which she'd waited for her son to come of age, Gabriela had come to believe that the one thing no man could ever do for her as well as Jennifer could was pleasure her orally.

Then Nick went and proved her wrong.

Which was not to say that he was better than his mother. Only that the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. He was a little more aggressive than Jennifer. But Gabriela wasn't entirely sure that was a bad thing. And he didn't need constant feedback from her. If she asked him to ease up because he was overstimulating her clitoris, which he'd had a tendency to do at first, he'd ease up. If she thought he was being too coy, neglecting her little lady too much, which he'd done for a while after she'd told him a few times that he was a little overbearing, he would see to her needs. In short, the boy was very much open to feedback. He just didn't seek it out when she wasn't in the mood to provide it, caught up as she was in the act of enjoying his efforts.

Eric was the same way. When it came to everything else. It was hard not to conclude that her son just wasn't very interested in giving head.

Soon enough, though, she found herself comparing Nick to his brother or hers less and less. He didn't leave her any room to. As his tongue and fingers worked their magic, she found it hard enough just to keep from being pulled out to sea entirely, left to drift in an ocean of pure euphoria. Incapable of so much as remembering her name.

Only after a very intense orgasm, when her son stood up and smiled down at her as he cleaned his face off, did Gabriela finally realize she still hadn't reverted to her true self.

She blushed.

Then realized that Nick really didn't care. He hadn't simply been pretending not to care in order to get her excited. If he was any less interested in her while she was like this, and just about had to be, he didn't let it show.

Gabriela shuddered.

Damn, but Jennifer had given birth to one hell of an amazing stud. He wasn't as built as her own son, nor as handsome. What with those dimples and all, "cute" was a much better word for him. He had a boyish charm that was undeniably effective, but was at the same time no rival for Eric's intense, unrivaled beauty. Nick's sleek torso was hard and muscular, to be sure, but it lacked the bulging, rippling strength that made Eric so irresistible. He was also more than a little nerdy. Not to the point of being socially inept, but he definitely didn't do well with parties. It had surprised precisely no one when he'd gotten accepted to Caltech. Gabriela had never been particularly interested in geeks. Those flaws might have led her to prefer Eric even if it hadn't been true that one of the boys was the fruit of her own garden, while the other she'd merely helped to raise. But Nick was something.

She wouldn't trade Eric in for him. But if she'd had Nick warming her bed a few nights a week whilst waiting for Eric to come of age, rather than Wes, those eighteen years would have been a lot more pleasant.

Would her brother have remained hungry for her pussy if she'd forgotten to drop her mask with him, the way she had just now with her son? Not just willing to go along with it, but so hot for her that he didn't even give her a chance to notice her mistake? 

Perhaps.

She sometimes thought that Wes worshipped the ground she walked on. Which had always sounded romantic to her, when she was young. But adulthood had taught her that such was nowhere near as attractive a quality in a man as she'd imagined it to be.

Even so, she had her doubts.

As mistaken as she'd been about the desirability of having a man worship her, she'd been just as mistaken about how liberating it would be to have her sons come of age. After all, there were still there daughters. That first year had been hell. She'd wanted to spend all her time with Eric. Or, failing that, with Nick. And she'd gotten her way reasonably often. But the need to keep the others in the dark had sent her to bed feeling deeply frustrated entirely too often.

It got better after Patty and Veronica turned eighteen. But the not-quite-a-year that had gone by since had brought its share of frustrations as well. There was just one person who was out of the loop. One out of seven. Yet that was enough to make them all walk on eggshells. And worse.

The constant deception, the inability to be who she was even when Annie wasn't around, for fear that she might come home early, was the reason why Gabriela had forgotten to reveal her true self after Nick had thrown her down on the bed. There had been a time when she wouldn't even have had to think about it. When maintaining her mask took so much effort in the first place that it would surely have slipped the moment she started to lose herself in the pleasures Nick had been visiting upon her, rather than requiring an active and deliberate attempt to dispel, the way it did now.

Soon.

Wes' youngest, Kurt, would come of age in a matter of days. And then so would Annie, the last of the brood, a few short weeks after that. Then they'd be done with this charade.

Well, sort of.

But at lest inside their own home, they'd be able to be who they were, fairly openly.

As those thoughts ran through her mind, Gabriela went ahead and forced the illusion to end. She felt her body change as pounds of unwelcome bulk ceased to be. Her breasts remained large, her hips broad, and her thighs full and soft. But her waist shrank dramatically, her skin tightened, her stretch marks and cellulite disappeared, and what remained was an impossibly curvy woman who at once seemed to be young and thin yet also voluptuous and mature. Her hair would be shinier, her grays gone. Her face would be nearly free of wrinkles. But not entirely. And her facial features, though supernaturally elegant and beautiful, would not belong on a woman as young as she would appear to be at first glance.

Nick pumped his eyebrows at her and made a throaty sound.

That simple, primal, unthinking display of lust made her ache.

"I need you inside me," she said to him, breathlessly.

And, a moment later, he was.

Nick had one of those penises that was thickest at the head. The word "bulbous" almost, almost did it justice. At first, she'd found it a little funny looking. But when he entered her, he positively took her breath away. There was a sweet moment of tension, when she wondered if it was possible to fit him inside her. As if she hadn't done so many times before. It was only a moment though. From there, his smooth member slid inside her welcoming hole quite easily. That moment in which her walls strained to accommodate his thick helmet was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was almost unpleasant. But only almost. If he'd been that thick from tip to base, she'd have found it a challenge to enjoy coupling with him. Since he wasn't though, it was the best part about having sex with Nick. And it made her wish that Eric and Wes had the same shape to their members.

That initial moment was the best part, yes. But the way he stared intently in her eyes was right up there too.

She didn't have the connection with Jennifer's son that she did with her own, of course. But he was her son too. In a way. It wasn't the same, naturally. But it wasn't like she was sleeping with just any teenager. The few times she'd picked up guys at bars while Jennifer was out of town on business hadn't meant much to her. Those had been fun, sure. But mostly just because of the rush it gave her to do something so naughty. Nick might not have been her flesh and blood, but he'd lived under her roof for the past twenty years, and he'd called her "Mom" all that time.


Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 01



Well, "Mom-Gee", to be precise. So as to differentiate her from Jennifer, who the kids all called "Mom-Jay."

All the same. There was some bond there, if not as powerful as it could have been. And though the rush of flouting society's strongest sexual taboo no longer did as much for her as it once had, given that her own parents had initiated her some thirty years ago, it wasn't entirely gone. And she felt more of it when she was with her sons, either of her sons, than she did with her brother.

Which was just one of the reasons her interest in Wes had fallen off dramatically ever since Eric and Nick had come of age. But that was another story.

Gabriela stared back up at her son's big, brown eyes.

Brown.

No Moody had brown eyes. Nor did they have caramel skin. Those were the markers of House Hardt.

At the moment, it didn't matter.

"Give it to me," she whispered. "Fuck your Mommy. Fuck her good."

"Trying, believe me," Nick grunted.

And he was.

She hadn't meant the words as a criticism. The boy knew had to give it to her. Knew what a woman needed better than a man his age had any right to, in fact.

His balls slapped against her thighs as he pushed in and out of her faster and faster. She felt the well within him slowly emptying as he poured supernatural energy into the effort, and before long he was moving faster than humanly possible. And stimulating her Libido every bit as masterfully as he was her body.

It wouldn't take long before she climaxed. Not under that onslaught.

"Cum for Mommy," she moaned. "Cum in Mommy."

His only response was another series of grunts.

Sweat beaded on his brow, threatening to rain down on her. Not that she'd have minded. It was only a reminder of how intense the experience was for him. Of how well she was working him, both inside and on a metaphysical level. For she too was drawing upon her store of sexual energy to amplify her partner's sensitivity, heighten his sense of euphoria. And though she didn't need visual or physical confirmation to know that her efforts were succeeding, they were more than welcome all the same. The locks of jet black hair plastered to his smooth skin, clenched jaw with little knots of muscle at the corners of his face bulging, and taught pectorals were testament to her skill as a lover.

"Yes, yes," she whispered. "Fill me up."

"Fuuuuck," he panted, slamming into her slower and harder than he had been.

Each jab sent reverberations throughout her body. Even with her son holding her breasts in his strong hands, they bounced around wildly. If his every stroke had been as forceful, it would have gotten old real fast. But a handful of good, powerful strokes at the end struck her as just about perfect.

Ecstasy began to overwhelm her. She lost her power of speech. Her mind filled with all those cliche images. Volcanoes erupting. Fireworks exploding. Flowers blooming. All of it.

Still she managed just enough coherent though to step up her own assault. The flow of energy from her Libido into his increased steadily. She matched it to the flavor of his own. And she felt a powerful response. A certain resonance that brought them closer together, and closer still to the brink of orgasm.

The pleasure was getting to be too intense. With every stroke of that beautiful, young, hard cock, a wave of ecstasy traveled across her body, making her shudder. She wouldn't last but a few more moments.

Gabriela's hand firmly squeezed her son's small, round, hard buttocks. As she did, she wrapped her legs around his ankles. Literally. A woman's legs weren't supposed to be able to do that, but such things mattered no more to their kind than the fact that she shouldn't have had a waist that most teenagers would envy when her hips were as wide as they were, her breasts so full and heavy.

"Ungh," Nick grunted. "Tighter."

She did her best to oblige him.

Her walls clenched around his member, making a vice grip look loose. Then they relaxed. Then squeezed again, and held tight. She could feel his dick twitching, his balls contracting. Could feel his tubes opening up wide to send a powerful blast of jizz deep inside her womb.

Just as the two of them climaxed, they hear Jennifer's car pull into the driveway.

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 Scene 2 

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. Same day as Scene 1.

POV: Kurt

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"Okay, one more, then I really have to go," Kurt said.

His cousin, Eric, laughed. "You keep saying that. Maybe I should just let you win."

Olivia laughed too. Rather less good-naturedly.

Kurt almost considered putting the controller down. But he wasn't quite ready to admit that Eric was better than he was. How could he be? Kurt played the game all the time. None of his friends were as good as him. Sooner or later, Eric's luck streak would break.

"Don't do that," Liv said to Eric.

"Don't need your pity. Gonna beat you all on my own," Kurt said.

His older sister continued as if he hadn't spoken, her eyes focused on Eric like he wasn't her cousin. It was almost creepy. "He'll think we're trying to get rid of him."

Huh. That almost sounded like she cared about his feelings.

Clearly it was just the setup, then.

"Plus, I like watching him lose," she added.

"Ha freaking ha," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

Eric snorted but apparently even he didn't think the predictable quip warranted more than that. He barely even spared Liv a glance before devoting his full attention to the television screen once more.

Yet, in a way, it was precisely because his cousin was being so cold towards Liv that Kurt thought something was odd. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was playing the role of cock-blocker. The tension in the air felt very much the same.

But they couldn't really be flirting with each other. Could they? At least not seriously?

His sister was a serial flirt. Actually, that made it sound a lot more harmless than it was. She wasn't the least bit ashamed of her promiscuity, and didn't seem to think there was any reason to keep it a secret from her younger brother either. She flirted with all his friends. With their father's friends. With her teachers, and her friends' boyfriends. Pretty much any guy who could get it up. Probably more than a few who couldn't too, for that matter.

But their cousin?

It had to just be habit. Something she didn't even know how to turn off.

Eric was much the same way. His style of flirting was different than hers, of course. He paid just enough attention to his mark to plant the suggestion, then promptly proceeded to ignore her, putting her down when and if he chose to speak to her at all. He'd keep that up until they got so upset about not being able to get his attention, and get the right kind of attention, that all he had to do was give them a look and the two of them would be bumping uglies. Kurt had been unfortunate enough to witness the master at work one time. At a family Christmas party. He'd seduced their father's friend's pregnant wife.

Just because he could.

He couldn't really be deliberately ignoring Liv, refusing to laugh at her jokes, so that she'd get frustrated and try harder to impress him. He just couldn't be.

No, it couldn't be. Whatever had made Kurt suddenly contemplate the idea, he should've just ignored it. The very idea was ludicrous. Eric and Olivia were both horny fucks who seemed to have no boundaries. But everyone drew the line short of that.

As Kurt proceeded to finally administer the smackdown Eric had been begging for all afternoon, the sense that he was interrupting something faded. If his sister and his cousin still seemed to be behaving a tad flirtatiously, it was no longer to such an extent that it should arouse suspicion. He really did doubt that either of them actually had an "off" setting. Dialed down to "low" was all anyone could ask for. Especially while they were each in the presence of a fellow habitual flirt.

Still, once the idea snuck inside his head, it wouldn't leave. Even after he'd left the house, got in his car, and headed across town to pick up his friend, he found himself wondering what they might be doing now that he was gone.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

And why was it that, while his stomach was tight, his head spinning, and his breathing accelerated, those were not the only reactions his body was having?

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 Scene 3 

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Very shortly after Scene 1.

POV: Nick

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With two pairs of hands, one attached to his arms and the other floating about on their own, Nick fondled Mom-Gee's gorgeous breasts and her fat ass at the same time.

Fuck, the woman had a great body.

In fact, as he stared up at his mother, who was riding him with abandon, he couldn't help being envious of Eric. Nor was it the first time he'd felt the way.

Which was strange, in a way. Because he'd never been jealous of his brother growing up. He'd alternated between enjoying Eric's company, being frustrated with his brother's need to constantly prove what an alpha male he was, and even feeling sorry for him. But he'd never been jealous. Not of how confident he was, or how women found him so irresistible, or how most guys wished thy could be him. Not even of the way everyone had hero-worshipped him because he knew how to throw a pigskin. No, it wasn't until they'd come of age and been initiated into the family tradition that he'd ever wished he could trade places with Eric.

If only Mom-Gee would look at him the way she looked at Eric.

As it was, Nick preferred having sex with Mom-Jay. But that was mostly because the two of them had more of a connection. Because it simultaneously felt so wrong, and yet so right, when he was with his birth mother. He got some of that with Mom-Gee, sure. She had tied his shoes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches, and taped his report cards to the fridge. She was, in a very real sense, his mother, if not in quite the same way that Mom-Jay was. But being inside her just didn't have the same symbolism. That sense of returning home.

But he sure wouldn't have minded if Mom-Jay looked more like Mom-Gee.

The woman bouncing atop him at the moment was a true goddess. With her blonde curls, heart-shaped face, cute pointy nose, white teeth, and bright blue eyes, she'd have been more than a little desirable even if she didn't such an amazing body.

She also enjoyed intercourse a whole lot more than Mom-Jay did. For the latter, oral sex was not foreplay, but the main attraction. Anything after that was mostly a formality. Not so with Mom-Gee. Her, he could go down on for a good while first, which was definitely enjoyable, but afterwards she'd want him inside her. Again and again.

"Why am I not surprised," Mom-Jay said with a snicker as she walked into the bedroom. "Oh, don't mind me. Carry on. By all means."

Neither Nick nor Mom-Gee replied.

If he wasn't sure that Mom-Jay knew that she meant more to him, he might very well have stopped. But she had to know that what he felt for Mom-Gee was mostly animal lust. That wasn't all it was, of course. But the two of them would never share the same bond he and Mom-Jay shared. His mother had no reason to consider her wife a threat.

Not that she was particularly likely to worry much about that anyway. There was a definite bond between Nick and his birth mother, but it wasn't nearly as strong in her mind as he wanted it to be. She'd made that all too clear.

She was always telling him not to get wrapped up thinking that it was more than just sex. Which was obviously a lie. They both knew that. But it wasn't supposed to be, and Mom-Jay was having an easier time of pretending it wasn't than he was.

A much easier time, really.

The truth was, his mother was more into women than men. She was definitely open to both. The senior partners at her law firm though she was a lesbian, and she was convinced they'd made her partner in no small part because of that. To signal how open-minded they were. Little did they know she'd been fucking her son pretty regularly for two years.

But she had gone ten years without knowing a man's touch before that.

Besides him and Grandpa Randy, she hadn't been with many guys. Some days, that made Nick feel special. Others, it was hard not to think about how much distance that created between them. How hopeless it was to think that she'd ever want what he wanted. 

"I need to shower anyway," Mom-Jay said. Her husky voice had a hint of exasperation. But there was more than a little amusement in it as well. "When I come back, I expect to get some of your attention."

As his mother, his real mother, left the bedroom, Nick did his best to push away all thoughts of everyone but the beautiful blonde riding him.

"Oh, that's it, baby," she cooed as he squeezed her ass tight and started thrusting up into her faster and harder. "I think... ungh... I might... yeah ... get there one more time."

And indeed she did.

As did he.

She climbed off him, slowly, and collapsed into a sweaty heap beside him. They sucked air violently for a few moments before cleaning themselves up. He was tempted to suggest that they go one more time, but they'd be unlikely to finish before Mom-Jay joined them. And once he started, he'd have a hard time stopping.

"That was great, honey," Mom-Gee said, running her fingers along his abs.

"Sometimes, I still can't believe this is all real," Nick said. "That I live under the same roof as a woman of such divine beauty. That I'm not supposed to take advantage of that, just because she happens to be my mother. It's just so damn crazy."

She moaned something along the lines of agreement.

He stared in wonder at her. Her face was surreal. She was entirely too beautiful for a woman her age. Yet it wouldn't quite be true to say that she had a younger woman's face. It seemed like it at first, but if you looked closely, you'd notice the crow's feet. The lack of baby fat. That her lips were a bit thin, even if the way her upper lip formed a perfect cupid's bow made quite an impression. For all that this version of her, the one that he knew to be the real one, as hard as that still was to believe, lacked the excess bulk of the mortal version, she still had something of a double chin.

In a sane world, she'd be considered astonishingly beautiful. And compared to any mere mortal, she indeed was. But since he'd discovered his family's secret, his conception of beauty had been irreparably damaged. After seeing his Aunt Zoey's true face, to say nothing of Olivia's, he merely found Mom-Gee very pretty.

Of course, as pretty as they were, neither Zoey nor Olivia had Mom-Gee's curves. Zoey had a reasonably decent figure. Thin, but not entirely devoid of curves. Olivia, on the other hand, was about as flat as an ironing board.

Indeed, she often said so herself. And did so in a tone that was no less amused than it was self-deprecating. Like kids who were proud of being bad at math.

Olivia did have something of an ass. If you liked them small and hard. But that couldn't begin to make up for his cousin's lack of tits. Not in Nick's mind. Given his choice between a woman with a great pair of tits and an unimpressive ass and a woman with a great ass but a flat chest, he'd go with the former every time.

And Nick was not about to call Olivia's ass "great" either.

No, overall, Mom-Gee was definitely the most physically attractive woman he'd ever seen. Mom-Jay ran a reasonably close second, but she definitely did come in second.

And there he was again. Thoughts running in circles. It seemed like all he ever did, at least when he wasn't at school, was think about how hot the women of his family were. And compare them endless to each other.

He wasn't alone, of course. They all did it. He was sure. And how could they not? You couldn't tell someone that it was not only okay, but actually encouraged, for them to maintain physical relationships with several partners and not expect them to compare their various lovers to one another constantly.

Those partners just so happened to all be members of his family. But that didn't make it any easier to force himself not to think of them in those terms.

"What was it like?" he asked, forcing himself to break out of that endless loop, at least for a little while. "When you were initiated?"

His mother offered a languid smile. "I told you already. I was nervous. Maybe even scared. But it turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life. Nothing compares to the first time." She paused for a moment, her blue eyes staring up at the ceiling. "Besides being part of your children's first time, of course."

He nodded. She had indeed told him that.

He'd initiated Veronica. That had been pretty intense. But it had also been really awkward. And he got along well with Veronica.

He was going to be initiating Annie soon enough, and he wasn't really looking forward to that. Mostly, he tried not to think about it.

Maybe it was different with your children though. Pretty much had to be, really. Not only would there presumably be a closer connection than with one's siblings, but there would also be many more years of anticipation leading up to it.

"You'll see," she said, as if reading his thoughts. "One day."

He nodded.

"Ooookay," Mom-Jay announced, as she stepped out of the bathroom. She wore a towel around her body and was still tending to her hair with another one. "Break it up, you two."

Mom-Gee pulled back, laughing. Then she patted the bed, silently beckoning the brunette to join them. As she did, she smiled at her wife warmly.

But Nick sensed that there was more affection there than love or lust.

She cared for his mother deeply. Maybe even saw her as a life partner. But there was no doubt in Nick's mind that, for Mom-Gee at least, their marriage was a matter of convenience.

At one point, they'd both been married to the same man. A man Nick knew virtually nothing about, other than his name. Hank. When Hank had left his two wives, they'd stayed together. For the sake of the children.

At least, that was the story they'd been given. Nick was pretty sure there was more to it than that. But neither woman had seen fit to tell the children what that might be.

In fact, they hadn't told them much of anything about their past or the world they'd all come from. The Homelands. Not yet anyway. They'd promised to have a big family meeting after Annie came of age. Maybe then Nick would finally learn what kind of man his father had been, why his mothers had both married him, and why he'd left them.

"Scoot over, buster," Mom-Jay said to him.

As he did, chuckling, he wondered who could leave these two. Hardly a day had passed since his initiation, even when he was away at school and thus denied the pleasure of their company, that he didn't stop doing whatever he was doing to marvel at his good fortune.

The towels covering his mother's body dropped to the floor, and Nick's jaw nearly did the same. It was not, by any means, the first time he'd seen his mother naked. And he stood by his assessment that Mom-Gee had the better body. But every time his mother revealed her divine form to him, he felt like it was the first time. Every. Single. Time.

The breath left his lungs. His throat constricted. His eyes strained to break free of the prisons of their sockets. His dick sought to grow harder still, as if wasn't already fit to cut diamonds. Though he knew he was about to know the pleasure of her touch, the mere fact that he had to wait a few moments for that to happen brought him unspeakable sorrow.

Nick had never really gone for the athletic type. But his mother, despite being undeniably fit, wasn't built like most women who spent as much time in the gym as she did.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 01



True, she had noticeable triceps, a faint six pack, and he could just about make out all three heads of her deltoids.

Yet she had hips that weren't all that much narrower than Mom-Gee's. And they looked that much broader on a woman of her height. Like Mom-Gee, despite having deliciously wide and rounded hips, she had a relatively tiny waist. Not tiny like Olivia tiny, but far smaller than made sense. Just like his other mother, she had a waist-to-hip ratio that was not much north of 0.5. Those proportions just didn't occur naturally. And, for all that he wouldn't have minded if Mom-Jay's endowment was a bit closer to rivaling that of Mom-Gee's, his mother was far from flat-chested. They had also refused to give in to gravity. And her dark brown nipples were just perfect. They absolutely begged to be sucked.

For that matter, though muscle definition wasn't exactly his top criteria for evaluating a woman's body, he couldn't deny that there was something almost hypnotic about his mother's toned abs. Especially because a woman with the beginnings of a six pack really shouldn't have had such soft thighs, such broad hips, nor such full breasts.

Her skin, like his, was the color of caramel. And entirely free of blemishes, stretch marks, and cellulite. Like Mom-Gee, she had a few wrinkles around her eyes and her mouth, but overall, her skin was way firmer than it had any right to be.

Her nose was a bit prominent, and shaped a bit like a beak. Her jaw was a little heavy for a woman. But with those full lips, long lashes, beautiful brown eyes, and that mane of thick, glossy black hair, no one would deny that she was beautiful. Some might prefer the term handsome, but in Nick's eyes, that didn't do her justice. Hers was a different beauty than that of Mom-Gee, let alone Zoey and Olivia, but beauty it was.

Yes, her arms and shoulders were a bit bulkier than he liked. And there were men who'd have been bothered by the dark hair on her forearms, or above her sex. Or her thick eyebrows. But none of that was overgrown. Her brows were neat, her bush trimmed so that her vulva was perfectly exposed, and the hair on her arms was quite modest.

She was a good eight inches shorter than Mom-Gee. Nick didn't really have much of a preference when it came to height. So long as the woman was at least a few inches shorter than him, as most women, including Mom-Gee, were. But it always caught his attention, if only because of the stark contrast between his two mothers. And he had to admit he sometimes wondered if she could really handle him. For all that she, like Mom-Gee, had a few telltale signs of age in her otherwise handsome face, it was sometimes hard not to think of her as a little girl, short as she was.

She wasn't perfect. But good fucking lord, did Nick find her painfully attractive.

Perhaps the sexiest thing about her was the way her mouth always seemed to be on the brink of a snide grin. It wasn't mocking. Just made her seem like she'd picked up on some wry joke that no one else saw. Between that and the way her dark eyes bore right into you, you couldn't look at his mother without instantly sensing that she was smart, funny, and just the right kind of cynical.

Nick would never claim that looks didn't matter to him. He'd have loved to claim that they didn't. But while he didn't think he'd be able to love a woman for her personality if she happened to be hideously ugly, he could say with a straight face that a woman's mind was almost as important to him as her body. And his mother was wickedly smart. Not just in a bookish way either, though her career as an attorney had rewarded that quality as well.

His cock twitched as she climbed into bed and slid in between him and her wife.

For a while, he simply watched while the two of them played with each other. But he couldn't stare at the two of them for long without needing to get in on the action himself. Especially since one of them kept looking at him expectantly, begging him with her blue eyes to get off the sidelines and join them.

So he took Mom-Gee from behind while she pleasured his other mother. Then they formed a daisy-chain. He knelt atop Mom-Gee and pounded her tight pussy yet again while Mom-Jay sat on her face. After the tall blonde reached yet another climax, in which Nick inadvertently drained her of a bit too much energy, she left him and Mom-Jay alone together.

Nick took his time seducing Mom-Jay, as he never would with Mom-Gee. Not because his birth mother deserved such treatment while his other mother did not, though part of him thought he probably should feel that way. But because he knew that Mom-Jay saw foreplay as the main event, whereas Mom-Gee would have grown impatient if he drew things out with her this way.

He massaged his mother's feet and sucked on her toes. Then kissed his way up her legs. Nibbled at her ears, then kissed down her torso to her hips. Eventually, his mouth sought out the nipples that had nourish him as an infant. Finally, of course, he worshipped at her altar. Again and again. And again.

He wasn't entirely sure which of them took enjoyed it more when he went down on her.

She had a beautiful pussy. Her lips were thick, puffy, and dark. Not quite brown, but not exactly pink either. Her stiff little clitoris was shy, barely peaking out from under its hood even when she was completely aroused.

She tasted like no other woman. There was the faintest trace of toffee. It was strange, but it made him savor kneeling before her that much more.

The feel of her thick, powerful thighs pressing against either side of his head and the smell of her on his nostrils, the taste of her in his mouth, were simply to die for.

After guiding her through a few orgasms, he finally mounted her.

Unfortunately, it didn't take much to satiate her hunger for his dick.

He would have loved to slide in and out of his birth canal for hours. But after one intense climax, Mom-Jay slid smiled up at him in a way that said, "That was nice. I'm glad we did that. Maybe we'll do it again some time later this week."

Which wasn't to say that she'd lost interest in fooling around. Just that she'd had all the intercourse she needed for the time being.

So Nick went back to pleasuring her with his mouth and fingers.

As he was gently flicking her love button with his tongue, Nick was suddenly struck by the realization that it was inside the very womb his fingers were now exploring that he'd begun his life. It wasn't exactly the first time he'd took notice of that, but sometimes he lost sight of the fact that the supernaturally beautiful woman he lived to please was his mother.

His creator.

It was so obscene. It defied the laws of nature for him to be doing these things with her.

Except it didn't. It wasn't unnatural, strictly speaking. Dolphins mothers allowed their sons to practice mating with them, until they were ready to go and claim mates of their own. And dolphins were perhaps the most cognitively advanced species, besides humans.

But it felt like they were defying some immutable law. Like spitting in the eye of God.

And yet, at the same time, it felt like they were simply succumbing to their nature. Like refusing to act on their impulses would have been the truly unnatural act.

"Yes, yes, yes," his mother panted, bucking her hips, pushing her delicious sex up into his eagerly awaiting mouth.

Nick moaned, knowing that the vibrations would push her over the brink.

With her orgasm came an intense boost to his ego. What greater validation was there of guy's manhood than the ability to satisfy the woman who created him, the archetypal woman against which he judged all others in his life?

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 Scene 4 

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. Very shortly after Scene 2.

POV: Eric

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Just as Eric was about to progress from petting his cousin's kitten through her tight shorts to sliding his fingers inside her, Olivia nimbly slipped out of his arms and stood up.

He stared up at her, smiling.

He loved when she played games like this. It made it that much sweeter when she finally submitted to him.

But then she said, "Well, that was fun. But... gotta go!"

For a moment, Eric didn't reply.

She had to be kidding.

Only she wasn't. The dark spot disappeared from her shorts, which had suddenly become a pair of jeans. And she had a purse slung over her shoulder. Looking very much like she was indeed about to go somewhere.

"You can't be serious. You're going to leave me here, with a raging case of blueballs?"

Women did not turn him down. This couldn't be happening.

Not ones he actually tried to land, anyway. Sure, he often made sloppy passes at girls at frat parties. The fact that such pathetic attempts worked nearly a third of the time encouraged him to keep doing so.

But this wasn't a frat party, and Olivia wasn't just some random sorostitute. There wasn't a woman alive he desired more strongly than her.

"I'm sure my mother will take care of you if you ask her nicely," Olivia said.

"I don't want your mother," he said.

Speaking purely about look, his Aunt Zoey was the one woman alive who had Olivia beat in Eric's eyes. The one thing Liv lacked was a nice rack. Eric wasn't obsessed with tits, the way Nick was. Zoey's weren't huge. Just a good handful. All a man needed. And though Eric was perfectly capable of appreciating a modest pair, Olivia's weren't even modest.

But Zoey wasn't nearly as fun as Liv. Inside the bedroom or out. And though his cousin wasn't quite as attractive as her mother, she wasn't all that far behind. So there wasn't a lot of ground for her personality to have to make up for. And it more than did.

"Tough luck for you then," she said, turning on a heel.

Eric let out an incredulous laugh. "You're such a fucking cock-tease."

As he did, he tried to focus on how upset he was, and not how great her ass looked in those tight jeans. Nick would say her ass was too small. Did say as much, in fact, whenever they talked about her. Eric didn't argue with his brother about the fact that Liv could afford to have bigger tits, and that it wasn't nearly as cute as she thought it was that she kept joking about precisely that. But Nick had to be crazy to deny that Liv's round little ass was absolutely fucking delicious.

She knew it too. The girl could tear up a dance floor like nobody's business. That ass had inspired many a late night, drunken masterbathon, he was sure.

"Yup, that's me. Never put out. Only make promises I never keep," she said, as she opened the front door. "Least, that's what all the boys say." She turned back, smiled a wicked smile at him, blew him a kiss, then left.

He sighed.

How long had he put up with Kurt, reassuring himself all the while that he'd get to fuck Olivia silly as soon as the little nerd left? And then she went and pulled this shit?

Of course, he'd had his way with her for several hours just yesterday. He and Uncle Wes. At the same time. In fact, this was probably only the third day since she'd come back from Santa Barbara that the two of them hadn't had sex.

But even so, having to go without the pleasure of his cousin's magical vagina felt like the seventeenth day of a hunger strike. Or so Eric imagined. He, of course, wasn't any more accustomed to denying himself culinary pleasures than he was carnal ones. 

Veronica had once told him that his commitment to hedonism would have made some fucking Greek dude with a name he couldn't remember jealous. Democri-some-shit-or-other. Whatever it iwas, Nick had burst out laughing at the comment.

For all that his snotty sister had apparently meant it to be an insult, that sounded about right to him. Or had after he'd gone and looked the word up, at any rate.

So there he was. Sitting on the couch, waiting, checking his watch. Hoping it was just a cruel joke. Which would be just like Olivia, after all. Any minute now, he hoped, she'd stroll back in, jump into his lap, and beg him to ravage her.

Only, as the minutes ticked by, it became clearer and clear that she wasn't coming back.

Fuck.

The bitch really had left him stranded.

Which didn't mean he'd been wrong to think it a joke. Only that he'd underestimated how cruel it was.

He knew better than to take her at her word, but she sure did make it sound convincing when she told him how addicted she was to him. Even if she was just telling him what he wanted to hear, the only guy he could even begin to imagine she might be more interested in was her father. No mere mortal could satisfy her. Or any of their kind. And Uncle Wes was meeting with some studio executives who were interested in his latest script that afternoon. So she couldn't have been going to see him. There would be no reason for her little antics then other than fucking with his head.

Of course, knowing that didn't make her effort any less successful.

If anything, realizing that she'd walked out like that just to mess with him only frustrated the more. Where did she get the willpower to carry through with such a devious thing?

For a moment, he considered going downstairs to see if Aunt Zoey was up for a tumble after all. But he decided against it.

Aunt Zoey didn't really care for him.

Not the way he'd have liked, anyway. When Wes and Liv were both around, and the four of them would have group sex, Zoey wouldn't complain about pairing off with him from time to time. And he'd definitely gotten her off a few times. But Eric knew that he didn't do much for her, and that she'd have been more than a little likely to come up with some lame excuse anyway if he did go see if she was interested in some afternoon fun.

Which was weird.

He wasn't as conceited as his brother kept telling him he was. At least, he didn't think so. But whether Nick was right about that or not, Eric would have to have been blind not to notice that just about every woman he'd ever met other than Aunt Zoey tended to lose complete control of her senses in his presence.

Well, truth be told, his sisters didn't seem to either.

Patty and Veronica liked him well enough. But he actually thought they might both prefer Nick, as fucking absurd as that was. And it was absurd.

But those two didn't really count.

Not because they were his sisters. He was, after all, pondering the curious lack of obsessive behavior directed towards him by his aunt. And he'd just been fondling his cousin's juicy pussy through the thin fabric of her booty shorts. No, the reason Veronica and Patty didn't count is that they weren't all that hot. So if they somehow got their wires crossed enough that they thought Nick was where it was at, that was no skin off his nose.

Well, Patty wasn't half bad. She actually had a really, really nice body. A big, round ass that was almost entirely muscle, hefty but not over-sized tits, and a narrow little waist. The only problem was her face. Sure, it was pleasant enough. But her lips were thin, her face round, and her nose a little large. Overall, she was still cute. The way a kid sister was supposed to be cute. But not beautiful, like Olivia and Zoey.

And Veronica was worse.

If Patty was a little bit pear-shaped, Veronica was top-heavy. And Eric was more of an ass man, so that was a big turnoff. Besides, brunettes had never excited him as much as blondes, so even if Veronica had Patty's figure, he'd have been less interested in her.

Truth was, the best his family had to offer was here, under his uncle's roof. Eric wasn't uninterested in the women of his own house, but Patty was the best of them, and even she really wasn't that amazing.

Mom-Gee was pretty appealing too, in a way. But she really wasn't his type. Which was too bad, because she had the fiercest ladyboner for him. The poor thing.

She was certainly fun to fool around with now and then, and not just for the fact that it let him say he was a literal mother-fucker. She had an insatiable sexual appetite, and Eric definitely appreciated that in a woman. But those extreme curves really weren't his style. An ass that size was okay when it was nice and solid, like Patty's. Or Mom-Jay's. But Mom-Gee's ass was soft and pliable. It jiggled when he slammed into her way, way more than Patty's did. His sister's ass, big as it was, hardly rippled at all when he took her from behind, no matter how hard he slammed into her. And he wasn't the type to go all that gentle, unless specifically asked to dos. If he had to guess, he'd have said you could gently drop a quarter onto Patty's ass from a few inches up, and it would bounce off as surely as if you'd tossed it at her forcefully. Hell, you could probably open bottles with her crack, if you were so inclined. And if it wouldn't have freaked her the hell out.

Liv would have laughed at that idea, Eric realized with a sigh. And let him try it.

The point was, Eric didn't mind an oversized ass. If it was the right kind of ass. It wasn't so much the size of Mom-Gee's ass that turned him off as it was its softness.

Some guys actually seemed to be into that. Guys like Nick. The poor, misguided soul. But Eric most certainly was not one of them.

No, Eric preferred his women thin. Athletic was nice, but not necessary. Thin and pretty was where it was at though. And both Olivia and Zoey were precisely that.

Granted, every time he found himself in bed with his mother, he started thinking that maybe he'd underestimated the merits of the curvier form. Until she'd initiated him into the ways of their family, of their people, he'd never gone for women like her. But he couldn't deny that he found her huge breasts and fat ass a lot more fascinating than he'd expected himself to.

With that in mind, Eric decided to go home and hope that Annie wasn't around. If nothing else, his mother was reliable. She'd never leave him all worked up the way Liv had.

He went and said goodbye to Aunt Zoey, planting an innocent and utterly passionless kiss on her cheek, then headed out to his car.

There was a man standing on the sidewalk beside it, staring at it.

That wasn't uncommon, in certain neighborhoods. Eric drove an expensive sports car. But it wasn't tricked out like half the cars in LA were. Not the kind of thing you'd find on MTV's Pimp My Ride. And nothing all that exceptional compared to the rest of the cars in the neighborhood where his aunt and uncle lived. Uncle Wes was not the most successful screenwriter ever. Few people outside the industry knew his name. But even scripts that never got made into movies brought in a decent chunk of change. And Wes churned them out like nobody's business. As a result, they could afford to live in one of the nicer suburbs

What was really weird then was not that there was a guy staring at Eric's car, unremarkable as it might be relative to the rest of what was parked on that street, but the way the guy was dressed. It was late spring, nearly summer. In SoCal. And yet the guy wore a three piece suit and had a thick overcoat on over it. He also wore the type of hat Eric thought no one wore outside of movies set in the thirties.

And carried a damn cane. With a silver dragon for its pommel.

"Can... I help you?" Eric asked.

To make sure the freak knew that it was time to shake himself out of his daze, he hit the electronic key to his car. The locks whirred and the alarm chirped.

The man stared Eric in the eyes. And, for a brief instant, Eric wanted to shrink away. The guy was a few inches shorter than him, and several dozen pounds lighter. But Eric couldn't help noticing that those gray eyes were like steel.

"No," the stranger said, the word crisp and precise. "Not yet."

"You plan on staring at it that long, maybe you should take a picture," Eric said.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 02



###################### Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

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

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age. ########################

########################  Cast of Characters

 Gabriela : Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.  Jennifer : Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.  Eric : Gabriela's son. POV character.  Nick : Jennifer's son. POV character.  Patty : Gabriela's daughter. POV character.  Veronica : Jennifer's daughter. POV character.  Annie : Jennifer's daughter.

 Wes : Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.  Zoey : Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.  Olivia : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.  Kurt : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character. ########################

########################  Scene 1 

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. A few days after the events of Chapter 1. POV: Kurt #########################

A knock came at his bedroom door.

Kurt glanced at his alarm clock. It was just past ten at night.

He breathed a sigh of relief. When playing his video games, he tended to lose track of time. For a moment there, he'd thought his mother had come to tell him to go to sleep. As she so often did when she woke up in the middle of the night to find his light still on. Though it was a school night, it wasn't late enough yet to worry about that.

Plus, it was his birthday tomorrow. His mother had to cut him a little slack, didn't she? Maybe she'd even come to wish him a happy birthday a little early?

He paused his game then said, "Come in."

The door eased open and his sister slipped in.

"Oh. Hey, Liv," he said.

She snorted. "Don't be too glad to see me."

"Thought you might be Mom."

"Would you prefer that I was?" she asked, a thin eyebrow arching upward.

Kurt laughed awkwardly. What exactly did she mean by that?

"Just came by to wish you a happy birthday," she said.

"A little early. But thanks," he said. "Wanted to make sure you were the first one, huh?"

A strange grin spread across his sister's face. "Something like that."

Kurt suddenly felt uncomfortable. Did she have some kind of prank planned for him? She only got that look on her face when she was about to do something that would get her in huge trouble if their parents ever found out. Not that they ever did. She'd perfected the art of pretending to be innocent around the right people, despite having developing quite the reputation for being anything but.

"How's it feel to be eighteen?" she asked.

"A lot like being a day or two shy of eighteen," he said. "At least so far. Ask me again at midnight. I'm sure it'll really hit me then."

"Okay, smartass. How's it feel to know you're going to be eighteen in a couple hours?"

"Awesome," he said, over-enunciating each syllable. "Can't wait to stock up on cigarettes and go out there and register to vote."

"Is that what you've been looking forward to? Voting?"

Kurt shrugged. "What's the big deal, anyway? Still can't buy alcohol."

Olivia shrugged as she took a seat on the edge of his bed. "You're a man now. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

He laughed. "Again, I'll let you know at midnight."

"Okay, I give up," she said.

"So, what, did you go crazy when you turned eighteen?"

"Well, I was away at school," she said. "Birthdays are always a bigger deal in college. Great excuse to drink even more than usual. And not feel as guilty as you normally would about not knowing the name of the guy you wake up beside in the morning."

Kurt shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't need to hear that." She fretted at her lower lip. "And I guess I'd be lying if I said I normally feel bad about that."

He rolled his eyes.

Those comments didn't really bother him. Probably should have, and she probably hoped that they would, but they didn't. He'd known for a long time that his sister was a party girl. Or a slut, if you wanted to be all judgmental about it. Not that he saw any reason to be. He'd gotten used to the things his friends said about her. And as far as he was concerned, as long as she was being careful about not catching anything or getting knocked up, and he no reason to believe that she wasn't, it wasn't really anyone's business but hers.

You couldn't expect a girl not to notice, and take advantage of, the way men responded to her looks. And his sister was a looker. Her crystal blue eyes, pouty red lips, blonde hair, and heart-shaped face were simply stunning. She could have been a model, really. Not only did she have the prettiest face he'd ever seen, but she had the figure for it too.

Himself, Kurt preferred his women shapelier. More athletic. Olivia's legs were so thin.

But, even so, a guy would have to be blind not to notice how hot she was.

In fact, it was probably a good thing Olivia didn't have the type of body he tended to go for. Otherwise it would have been pretty hard not to think the types of thoughts no guy should ever think about his sister.

The kinds of thoughts he'd found himself thinking some of the time lately as it was. Ever since he'd started having delusional thoughts about her sleeping with Eric. Though he knew that was all just in his head, that there was no way that even they would do anything that depraved, those past few days, it had been hard to think about anything else.

He felt sick to his stomach.

It was one thing to look at her face and acknowledge, in a detached manner, that there was a reason that his friends thought she was so hot. It was another thing entirely to speculate about what kind of lover she was.

Wild, of course.

But that was so none of his business.

"Anyway, you and I both know that turning eighteen means your finally old enough to some things that are just a tad bit more exciting than registering to vote."

"This may shock you, Liv, but these days, some people don't wait until they're eighteen."

She laughed. "Oh, believe me, I know."

Kurt was somewhat less than surprised to hear her say that.

"Are you saying my wittle Kurdie is no longer a virgee?"

"Don't call me that," he said.

"A virgee?"

"You know what I mean."

"Relax. I'm just fucking with you." A grin spread across her face. "You may be a bit of a dork, but you are a Moody."

What was that supposed to mean? Was she under the impression that her promiscuous ways ran in the family? Had she grown up in a different house than he had?

Their parents were as lame as could be. And though they got along with one another well enough, Kurt had never gotten the impression that they were particularly passionate. Not like some of his friends' parents, who were quite open about the physical nature of their relationship.

Kurt almost wished his parents were like that. It was a shame that most families were so uptight about it.

He feigned a yawn. "Anyway, I should probably-"

"You're not planning on going to school tomorrow, are you?" she asked.

"Um, you may have forgotten, but Mom ain't too fond of cutting school. You may only go to class when you feel like it, but as long as I live under their roof-"

"Oh, please, Mom's a total pushover," she said, cutting him off again. "You just need to know what cards to play. You've already been accepted to UCLA. You graduate in less than a month. What's going to happen if you take a day off?"

She had a point, of course. But that didn't mean their mother would agree. She might have been a pushover when it came to her little angel, but Kurt had never been able to get away with the shit his sister could. Their mother expected too much from him. Liv could come home with straight B's, and their mother would tell her that was great. But if Kurt got a B+, his mother would threaten to take away his video games.

"Come on. Spend some time with your sister instead. You know you want to."

"Liv, you usually don't wake up until a little before I get home from school anyway. I don't need to skip school to spend the day with you."

She snickered. "True." Nodding to herself, she said again, "True." Then she added, "But I wasn't talking about tomorrow. I mean let's stay up late. Til the sun comes up even. Really celebrate your birthday properly. Then we can both sleep til noon. It'll be good training for college, if nothing else."

Right. If nothing else.

Who was he kidding? That wasn't what she was talking about.

It just couldn't be.

"Fuck it. Why not," Kurt said with a shrug.

He hoped it didn't show, but his heart was pounding so hard, it seemed ready to crack his ribcage. The way she'd said "properly" was just so... fuck. The guys at Santa Barbara didn't stand a chance, with a succubus like her around.

"You want to sneak downstairs and raid the liquor cabinet?" he asked.

"Not a good idea," his sister replied. "There's a fine art to figuring out what Mom will roll her eyes at and what will get you in real trouble."

"Okay," he said. As he did, he opened up the top drawer of his desk. From the back, behind the staplers and pens and everything, he grabbed his rolling papers, lighter, and a dimebag. "Will this do?" he asked his sister.

Olivia frowned. "I hope you're not still buying from Mark Pembleton. Fucking shwag."

"You know anyone else around here?"

"Whatever. It'll do," she said. "Let me get the door and windows," she added.

So while Olivia opened the windows and draped a towel across the floor to keep smoke from slipping out under the door into the hallway, Kurt rolled up a fat joint.

It was shwag, but by the time they finished the dimebag, they both had a decent buzz.

"You sure you don't want to raid the liquor cabinet?" Kurt asked.

"You sure you don't have another bag of that crap?" Olivia replied.

Kurt sighed. "So now what do we do?"

His sister shrugged. "Wanna play Truth or Dare?"

If he hadn't been a little buzzed, he'd have said no. At least, he'd like to think he would. It was definitely a bad idea. There were only so many ways that game could turn out. Knowing Olivia, he'd probably end up dying his hair blue or licking the bottoms of his running shoes or talking about the types of porn he was into or something equally embarrassing.

But his judgment was impaired enough that he said "yes" without thinking about it.

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Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Earlier the same night as Scene 1. POV: Eric #########################

"Annie's right in the other room," Eric whispered.

"I know," Mom-Gee said, rubbing his rapidly inflating cock with her bare foot.

With a groan, he grabbed her foot and started massaging it. That was a little too close to flirtatious itself, but if his sister saw, she wouldn't have nearly the same reaction she would if she noticed their mother basically trying to jerk him off through his pants.

Usually, his mother was the one insisting that they behave themselves. Yet here she was, breaking her own rules. Had he really infected her that badly? Eric knew he was irresistible, but, shit, the woman was going crazy.

And maybe it was a little more mutual than he was willing to admit.

No, he was just flattered by how badly she was losing control. Who wouldn't be? Inspiring that level of desire in someone was a real boost to the ego. He'd have reacted the same way if it was Veronica going nuts over him, and she was even less his type than Mom-Gee was.

Yeah. That was all it was.

"Just take it out for a little bit. Let me play with it."

"Mom!"

"She's doing math. If she hasn't fallen asleep at the kitchen table yet, it's only because Jennifer won't let her. I promise you she's not paying attention to us though."

Eric rolled his eyes.

That sounded like all the more reason to be worried that she might gaze off into the living room. Mom-Jay would be doing her best to keep her focused, but trying to get Annie to pay attention to her math homework was like trying to get Mom-Jay to watch football.

Just then, the front door opened.

Eric jerked up, sitting straight up, and dropped his mother's foot. For her part, Mom-Gee immediately pulled her legs back over to her side of the couch, pulling her knees up to her considerable chest.

Patty frowned, snorted, and shook her head. Much the same way she would have if she caught Eric getting high. Disappointed yet a little amused.

And, most likely, feeling a little left out, but unwilling to say so.

"Hey, baby," Mom-Gee said. "Back so soon?"

"It's almost nine o'clock," Patty said flatly.

"Is that all?" Mom-Gee asked. "It feels later."

"How's Kurt?" Eric asked.

Patty sighed heavily. She kicked off her flats, closed the door behind her, and came around to plop down on the sofa opposite Eric and their mother. To judge by the look on her face, you'd think she'd just got home from a soccer game in which she'd lost big, and to a worse team. Actually, Eric wasn't even sure that would have her as bummed out, and she took soccer almost as seriously as he took football.

Mom-Gee glanced at the kitchen before speaking.

Apparently now she was worried about Annie. Go fucking figure.

"You know he's not old enough."

"Not for a few more hours yet, no," Patty said.

"Were you expecting to spend the night? Be his first?"

Patty tucked her hands under her thighs, looked down and away, and said, "Nooo."

Eric almost laughed. He should have been feeling sorry for her. But could the girl be any more melodramatic? He didn't even know her voice could go that deep.

At the same time, he had to admit it was kinda cute.

"Oh, sweetie," Mom-Gee said. "You had to know his mother would want that honor."

"Yeah, I know," Patty said. Then she suddenly whipped one of her hands out from under a meaty thigh and slapped her knee. "But that's what gets me! I think Liv is going to try to seduce him. Tonight. Why does she get to? If it's not going to be Aunt Zoey, it should be me. She doesn't even like him. Not really. She's just trying to one-up her mother."

Eric snickered. She was probably right about that.

Of course, it was possible that the things Olivia said about Kurt behind his back were just for Eric's benefit. It would be just like her.

He didn't like to think this way, but he knew his cousin was a pro when it came to letting guys think that she'd formed a special bond with them. How many times had she told him about all the guys she'd played, and how sincerely they'd all thought that she was madly in love with them? That no other guy could turn her on the way they could?

He wasn't other guys. But still.

"He didn't even notice I was flirting with him," Patty mumbled, staring into her lap.

"Some guys just don't know how to take a hint," Mom-Gee said, eyes boring into Eric.

"I guess," Patty said without looking up.

Eric cleared his throat. "You remember how you reacted when we first told you about everything? Maybe he's just trying really hard not to see what's right in front of his face."

"Maybe," Patty agreed. "Still. I can't help but think-"

"Bullshit," Eric said.

His sister finally raised her head. Her blue eyes stared at him, opened wide.

"Sorry. But seriously, you can't blame yourself. If the guy's not buying what you're selling, it's his problem, not yours."

"You think?" Patty asked, tucking a lock of curly blonde hair behind a cute little ear.

"Absolutely," Eric said.

Mom-Gee stared at him, face expressionless. After a moment, though, she apparently decided that he was just being a good brother, that she didn't need to add Patty to the list of women who were keeping him from her, and she smiled at him. The miscreant foot made its way back to him, but it only caressed his outer thigh this time. A modest gesture of affection, rather than an attempt to get him worked up.

He was just being a good brother. After all, Patty didn't begin to compare to Olivia. But he obviously didn't say that. Neither woman would appreciate it very much. And at any rate, Patty was more his type than Mom-Gee, even if she wasn't as hot as their cousin.

"I think I need some ice cream," Patty said, getting up. "Anyone else want?"

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Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 1. POV: Kurt #########################

"So. You first," Olivia said. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Kurt said, without hesitation.

"Oh, look at you. Feeling brave, are we?" his sister asked.

"Not sure about that," he said. "But fuck it. Let's make things interesting."

She raised an eyebrow at him. Then she tapped a finger against her full lips while she pondered the most embarrassing thing she could get him to do.

At lest, he assumed that was what she was after.

"Let me pierce your nipple," she said at last.

"What?" he asked.

"You have to. Them's the-"

Kurt held up his hands in protest. "I know the rules. Just took me by surprise is all."

Then it really sank in. His nipple. He'd never even had an ear pierced.

"How?" he asked. "Do you just carry that kind of equipment around?"

Not that he even knew what all was involved. Could you do that with an ice cube and a sewing needle?

Olivia slipped off the bed. "Be right back."

"Okay," he said, with a nervous laugh.

He watched her retreating form, and tried to tell himself that he wasn't checking out his sister. That he hadn't noticed how insanely tight her pajama pants were. Or that she had a rounder, shapelier ass than he'd ever noticed before. Much nicer than one might expect to find on a girl as skinny as she was.

When she came back, she held out her hand and presented to him a barbell piercing.

"So what are you going to pierce me with?" he asked.

"Just trust me," she said.

They must have smoked pretty kind bud after all, because he found himself taking her at her word. Even though a faint voice buzzing in the back of his head insisted that this made no sense at all. She didn't even have a needle or anything.

"Take your shirt off," Olivia said.

He hesitated.

"Oh, come on. Like I've never seen a pair of nipples before."

Kurt snickered. Put that way, it did seem pretty silly to be shy about letting his sister see him topless. As if she didn't every summer anyway. As he pulled the T-shirt up over his head, he asked, "So you just happen to have a few of those lying around, huh? Just in case an opportunity such as this should present itself?"

"Don't be stupid. That's one of mine. I take 'em out when I come home," she said.

Oh. Well. That did make sense.

"Don't need Mom and Dad staring at my nips," she said. "And I'm not about to start wearing sweaters around the house," she added, giving one nipple a squeeze.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away.

For propriety's sake.

It wasn't that he couldn't stand looking. Or that he'd even have seen anything if he did. Her pink tank-top was entirely too small, but, then, so were her breasts. If she had anything to work with, she'd have been spilling out of the thing, what with how it hardly covered anything north of her ribcage. As it was, though, he'd mostly just have been staring at a broad expanse of flat chest. And some faintly toned pectorals, for that matter.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 02



But still. It would've been wrong not to look away.

Besides, the little tents her stiff nipples made in the thin fabric, which he hadn't noticed, weren't remotely appealing. Nope. Not at all.

They'd kept the window open too long, trying to air out the weed stank. And it was an uncharacteristically cool evening for late spring in southern California. That's all it was.

Surely his sister wasn't aroused. That would just be weird.

Yes, weird. Nothing else.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Not really," Olivia said, taking a few steps towards him.

He wasn't getting lost in her crystal blue eyes. Just pointedly avoiding looking at her chest. And if his heart was racing, it was only because he was nervous about his imminent piercing. Not because his sister's face was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on, or because having her so close to him made unseemly thoughts race through his head.

Kurt tried to remind himself of all the reasons that Olivia was the last person on Earth he'd want to sleep with. Nevermind that he shouldn't have needed any help convincing himself of that. That the mere thought of it should have been so repulsive as to do all the hard work of killing his erection by itself.

How often had she stuck gum in his hair? Kicked sand in his face? Made an idiot out of him in front of her friends? Or, worse, his? How annoying was it that she seemed to take so much pleasure in making him feel like a child? To say nothing of how good she was at it.

Only their mother could infantilize him so thoroughly, and so effortlessly. And at least she didn't do it on purpose. Most of the time.

"Hold still," Olivia said.

He did as she instructed.

Her one hand went to a shoulder he wished was broader. Meatier. But that was stupid. What did his sister care what kind of shoulders he had? Would she have even noticed?

She probably noticed that Eric's were like cannonballs.

No. No. That was just a horny teenager's fucked up delusions.

Liv's other hand held the piercing, delicately squeezed between two fingers. She pressed it against his nipple, gently, and then took her hand away.

"All done," she announced. "That wasn't so bad, was it? You big baby."

Kurt looked down and found that his nipple was pierced.

How high was he?

He hadn't felt anything. Not even a pinch. He suddenly realized that he was faintly aware of the cool, hard feel of the metal. But that was it.  One moment, it had been between her fingers. The next, it had skewered his nipple. Ta-da.

"How's it feel?" she asked.

"I don't know. Weird. But if I wasn't trying to figure out what it felt like, I think I'd forget about it."

"Yup. I often do," she said.

"So what's the point?" Kurt asked.

Olivia shrugged. "Gotta give guys some reason to notice my little girls," she said. "God knows they don't really command much attention on their own."

Kurt covered his forehead.

As if, what, he was trying not to see the words she'd spoken?

It was just instinctual, though. He didn't want to look at her when she was talking like that. Or, rather, he very, very much did. But he didn't like that he did. It was all kinds of wrong.

"Anyway, my turn," she said. "Truth."

He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want his sister to think he was being tame. He'd have to come up with a good one if she said "dare." But all of the things that were coming to mind were... he couldn't go with any of them.

Of course, he couldn't resist the urge to push the envelope a little.

"How many guys have you slept with?"

"Pshaw." She waved the question away as she sat back down on the bed. "You don't really want to know that, do you?" She paused a moment, but when he didn't say anything, she continued. "I mean, I don't mind telling you. In fact, it's kinda cute the way your ears and cheeks go deep red whenever I talk about my sex life. But you've got the opportunity to embarrass me. Why not ask me something that I don't want to tell you instead?"

Kurt shrugged. "Well, it would probably be harder for you to confess your GPA, but where's the fun in asking you about that?"

"Hey, watch it mister," she said. "D's get degrees. Course, if I had double-D's, I could get A's. If you know what I mean. Works for some of my friends anyway." She grabbed her nipples again and shook her breasts. "Sadly, these are the only A's I'll ever have."

This time, Kurt didn't bother looking away. He just frowned and pretend not to approve.

"Right," he said. "I'm sure that's exactly the problem. You're not hot enough to tempt your professors in trading grades for sex. Can't be that you don't care enough about your grades to let some fat, bald, old guy have his way with you."

"Pretty sure it's not, no," she said, with a laugh. "You know, sometimes fucking an old, ugly guy is just about the only way I can get off. It makes me feel so dirty." She shrugged. "Guess it's just that I don't give a fuck."

Kurt's heart raced. He was both repulsed and aroused at the same him. His sister liked to fuck old, ugly guys just for the rush of doing something so depraved?

What lines wouldn't she cross?

"Anyway, I don't know the exact answer to your question," his sister said.

He scowled. "No way you're going to dodge that softball."

"Holy mixed metaphors, Batman."

"Whatever. Give me a ballpark estimate."

"Okay, okay, but only because one more sports cliche would kill me."

Kurt pulled a rubberband out of the top draw and shot it at her.

She giggled as she balled herself up defensively. It bounced off her forearm and zipped across the room. "Jerk," she said. "I only let certain guys shoot it in my eye."

He heard himself gasp.

His sister smirked at that before she finally answered his question. "Sixty or so."

Kurt's jaw went slack.

"There were nights where I was too fucked up to know how many guys were in the room. So that's give or take. But somewhere around there."

He almost collapsed in shock. She didn't know how many guys were in the room.

Fuck.

He knew she was uninhibited, but holy shit.

And, the kicker? She liked the reaction she was getting.

Precum leaked out of the tip of his cock. Which should have been the red flag that told him it was time to put this game to an end. It was one thing to be thinking impure thoughts, and to jerk off while picturing his sister. Or his mother. Or both. Those were private indiscretions. Between him and the shower drain. Or his socks. But now he was oozing precum while hanging out with his sister. If she hadn't noticed his raging hardon, she might well notice the little dark spot in his sweatpants.

But, of course, he did not put things to an end. It would have been impossible for him to say the words. The need to see where this would go was overwhelming.

"Your turn," Olivia said.

Kurt gathered his thoughts. If he went with dare again, who knew what she'd come up with. He'd obviously have to, sooner or later. Perhaps precisely for that reason. But just at the moment, he wasn't ready for that.

"Truth."

"Have you ever thought about fucking Mom?"

Her words came out so quickly, they had him reeling.

It took a moment to realize she'd asked about their mother. Not her.

Not that it made much difference. What the hell was wrong with him that he'd been somewhat prepared for one of those questions? Either one should have taken him completely by surprise. Should have struck him as insulting too. Not titillating.

This was all getting seriously out of control.

In a really, really good way.

"Of course," he said, casually. "You took Intro Psych. You know all guys do, whether they realize it or not. Who am I to argue with science?"

"Pfft. Whatever. Like Freud's work was scientific. Even I know that much. But that's not the point. I'm not talking about dreaming of trains or any of that shit. I mean have you ever fantasized about her. For real."

He hesitated before saying, "No."

"Bullshit."

Kurt forced a laugh. "Look, if you're not going to believe me, there's not much point-"

"If you'd said it with a straight face, I'd have believed you."

"So, what, my nose was crooked for just a moment there? Is that the problem?"

His sister reached back, grabbed his pillow, and tossed it at him.

In a lot of ways, their mother looked like Olivia. In other ways, they were quite different. Mom was tall, for a woman. Only a few inches shorter than Kurt, and he was a good bit above average height himself. Liv, on the other hand, was just barely over five foot. Their mother also had a classic statuesque figure. Not quite voluptuous. That word implied a softer, rounder, form. But she definitely had some curves. And not just the muscles in her lower body, or the ass that filled out her pants so nicely and looked even better in a dress.

His sister wasn't exactly as flat as an ironing board, however many times she'd said precisely that herself. But it wasn't terribly far from the truth. For a while, her nickname had been Mosquito Bites. Until her acne went away and guys realized that she was pretty enough that it didn't matter what kind of chest she did or didn't have.

Yet both of them had the most gorgeous blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and delicate facial features. Olivia was painfully gorgeous, to be perfectly honest. He didn't see anything wrong with saying his sister was beautiful, or that she looked like a model, but he'd long resisted admitting to himself that it was worse than that. It actually caused him anguish to be around her and not be able to touch her. And Kurt had no doubt that their mother had been every bit as pretty when she was younger. In fact, she was still prettier than most women he knew, and she was well into her forties.

"Maybe a few times," he admitted.

Olivia stared at him silently for a moment.

Kurt's stomach churned. Was she going to burst out laughing? Call him a pervert? Sneer in disgust? Threaten to tell his friends?

After another awkward moment or two, though, his sister simply nodded.

"You don't think that's weird?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I'd think it was weird if you didn't. Mom's got it going on."

He started to ask if she'd ever felt that way about their father, but he figured he might as well save that for the next time she chose "truth."

"It's not like an obsession or anything," he rushed to add.

And it wasn't. He'd gone through a few periods where he fantasized about her pretty frequently, followed by long stretches where the thought never entered his mind. Sometimes he wasn't even sure that the Kurt who fantasized about fucking his mother and the Kurt who didn't were the same person.

But that was a whole different story. After all, that wasn't the only reason he sometimes wondered how strong his hold on reality was. Ever since puberty, he'd done things, sensed things, that shouldn't have been possible. And he could swear that the body he saw in the mirror some days was a whole lot more impressive than the one he saw other times. Even accounting for the natural tendency to see yourself differently when you're in a good mood relative to a bad one, that was a bit odd.

His sister offered a lazy grin. "No need to explain. Really."

He never thought he'd admit these feelings to anyone. Let alone his sister.

And he definitely never thought that if, for some reason, he did confess to Olivia that he'd sometimes fantasized about their mother, that her reaction would be so nonchalant.

"I won't tell anyone," she added. "Except maybe Mom."

"Liv!"

She laughed. "Oh, man, you should have seen the look on your face just now. Priceless."

He forced himself to smile. "Anyway, it's your turn."

That guilty smile of hers, which would have been just as fitting if he was the one in the hot seat, made his dick hurt. It wanted to get harder, but had already reached its limit.

########################  Scene 4 

Setting: Nick's apartment in Los Angeles. The same night. POV: Nick #########################

"Political science," Veronica said.

"Well, any field that needs to put 'science' in the name isn't much of a science."

Nick glowered at his roommate. Who did not take the hint.

Or any of the hints he'd dropped over the past few hours.

Glenn just gave Veronica a smug smile. The kind that said he knew he'd lobbed a bomb, rather than actually made anything remotely close to a compelling argument, and was waiting eagerly for the return fire.

"I completely agree," Veronica said. "Life science, materials science, computer science... such post-modern wankery!"

Both Nick and Glenn burst out laughing at the same time.

Turning to Nick, Glenn said, "Your sister's pretty cool."

"She's okay," Nick said.

Which got an ice cube thrown at him.

"Anyway, you sure you don't want to go to the club with me?" he turned back to Veronica. "I'm sure they make better margaritas there than we do here."

Veronica sipped her drink, noisily, by way of reply.

"Okay, okay," Glenn said. "Have fun here." He clapped Nick on the back. "Fair warning. There's liable to be some noise coming from my room later tonight. Don't mean to offend your sister, but, well, you know how it is."

"Nick, you didn't tell me your roommate was out. That's great, Glenn!"

"Ha freaking ha."

"Wait, you mean girls actually talk to you Caltch trolls? Or are you planning to call an escort service? Cuz if so, that's cool. There's no shame in that."

"Goodbye," Glenn said.

Veronica was still snickering after the door closed.

"Sorry about that," Nick said.

"Don't be," Veronica said. "That was fun."

Nick frowned. But if any of the shit Glenn had said had upset his sister, she was doing a good job of hiding it. Her Libido showed nothing but excitement.

In fact, she slipped off her stool and closed the distance between them almost immediately. Between kisses, she panted, "I need you inside me. Like, now."

The door opened again.

With a squeak, Veronica slipped away.

"Forget your phone again?" Nick said.

"No," Glenn said, as he walked back in.

Nick stared from his roommate to Veronica, who was blushing and trying very hard to look inconspicuous. And failing miserably.

Thank god for social norms causing people to think certain acts unthinkable. If Veronica hadn't been his sister, her act would have been so transparent that Glenn would have guessed what he'd interrupted right away.

"She sent me a text earlier. Was too busy talking to notice. Her friend just got dumped. She's headed over there. For the night."

"She?" Veronica looked at Glenn. "You have a girlfriend?"

"Not exactly," Nick said.

"Just been trying to get with her for a while," Glenn added with a sigh.

"Ah," Veronica said.

"Hey! She's not lying."

"No, no. Of course not," Veronica said, holding her hands up in protest.

"Hailey's relationship has been on the... you know what? Fuck you. That's all I've got to say. And get me a beer."

Nick was about to tell his roommate off when Veronica laughed and tossed an ice cube at Glenn. "Get your own beer," she said, giggling.

Only then did it hit him. They didn't hate each other. They were flirting.

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Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. A little after Scene 3. POV: Kurt #########################

"Dare," Olivia said. "And make it a good one."

Kurt snorted. Like he'd planned on being as boring as possible.

"Okay," he said, heart racing. He wasn't sure he'd be able to get the words out without stumbling over them. But somehow he managed to sound smooth as he said, "I dare you to masterbate in front of me."

Olivia raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry, I thought we were trying to make things interesting."

"Oh, we are," she said. "Game on, you little fucker."

For a moment, Kurt considered taking the dare back. He'd really crossed a line. What would she make him do next, now that he'd gone there?

But as his sister slipped off the bed and hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her pajama pants, he realized that there was no way he was going to put a stop to this.

Whatever the consequences might be.

"You're not even gonna look away?" she asked.

He blushed.

"That's fine. Let me put on a show for you, long as I'm at it. Sicko."

Despite her words, he knew she was enjoying the attention. It was plain on her face.

And there was a reason she hadn't hesitated for even a moment before starting to undress.

Kurt did his best to feign disinterest as his sister did a little striptease for him, ever so slowly peeling off her cotton pants. But it wasn't easy.

She didn't have as much meat on her as he typically preferred, but he she had nicer legs than he'd given her credit for before. Much shapelier than he thought he remembered. And her ass also took him by surprise. Maybe there were two different Olivias, the way he sometimes thought there were two different Kurts. Or maybe he was just really getting into the moment. After all, any woman who knew how to move the right way could hold a guy enchanted as she stripped. And he sister definitely did know how to move.

Fuck, she really knew how to work her hips. And she was an absolute expert tease.

When she reached back and gave her bare ass a playful smack, Kurt jolted upright, nearly falling out of his chair. And when she bent over and touched her toes, keeping her legs as straight as possible as she did, he let out a soft whimper.

Once she'd slipped free of the pajama pants, she hadn't been covered up much anyway. Just a skimpy little g-string. But though Kurt didn't recall seeing her take it off, he suddenly noticed that his sister was naked from the waist down.

He could see her glistening, bald lips.

She stood up, turned around, slowly, and then arched her back. Her pelvis crept forward, giving him a good look at her naked sex.

A little heart had been tattooed on either side of her mons. She wasn't, in fact, shaved bald, as he'd first thought. Her dirty blonde hair was trimmed into a landing strip. He'd been pleased to see that she was bald, when he'd thought that was actually the case. But he decided he liked this look better.

Damn, but was beautiful.

Then it hit him. Really hit him.

He was staring at his sister's pussy.

It might be a beautiful pussy. Her labia might be puffy and prominent, the way he liked. She might be visibly aroused herself. Lips flushed red and glistening, and clitoris popping out from under its hood.

But it was still his sister.

In the flesh.

Not some harmless little dirty fantasy, that got his blood pumping precisely because of how wrong it was. That filled him with guilt enough, and that was purely inside his head. But this? This was actually happening.

And it was as wrong as wrong got.

Except of course it wasn't. There was a basic instinct against it, yes. It was, if only because everyone told you to think so, disgusting. His airway suddenly felt constricted, his head light, and his stomach queasy. But none of that stopped the voice in the back of his head from protesting that there was no good reason for why most people acted as if incest was on the same moral footing as cannibalism.

Who did it hurt if he got a bit excited staring at Olivia's beautiful womanhood? Without invoking slippery slope arguments, the kind that would make his AP English teacher's green pen go crazy, what could you really say was so bad about it?

"Ready to puke yet?" she asked.

His sister was short of breath herself. And though her words were clearly meant to sound taunting, they came out closer to tempting. Seductive, even. If she'd said, "Ready to fuck me yet?" instead, she might have used the exact same inflection.

"I'm fine. Question is how you're holding up."




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 02



"I've done far worse than this, believe you me." Then she looked around his room, found the mini baseball bat he'd got from the A's game last spring, and gestured to it. "Give me that. I'm going to give you a real show."

"You can't be serious."

He looked at the bat. Sure, as baseball bats went, it was miniature. Hence the name. But compared to the few sex toys he'd ever seen women play with, it was huge.

"You won't even be able to fit it in there."

"Kurt, honey, you haven't got the slightest clue what I'm capable of."

It was a wonder that those words alone didn't finish him off.

"If you say so," he said, tossing her the bat.

She caught it in one hand. Then she climbed up on the bed, and spread her legs wide.

For a moment, she just let him stare at her. For which he was quite thankful.

There definitely were two Olivias. He was sure. Though he hadn't made a point of checking out his sister before, he was positive that her legs weren't that curvy, her ass that round. She was still very skinny. Skinnier than he'd consider ideal. But she had more of an athletic build now, which he definitely liked, than he thought she should. Her ass should have been flat, shapeless, and hardly existent. The widest part of her legs should have been her knees. And her waist couldn't possibly be that small. Thin as she was, and narrow as her hips were, she still had an impossible waist-to-hip ratio.

A bottle of lube suddenly lay beside her. When and where she'd gotten that from, he had no idea. Yet neither did he care really. Something unnatural, or even supernatural, was going on. It had to be. But that was just fine by him.

He glanced at his alarm clock. Twelve twenty.

Maybe something magical had happened at midnight after all.

At first, Olivia just teased herself lightly with her fingers. She spread her lips apart, giving him a good view of everything. Flicked her clit with manicured nails. Rubbed her vulva with the palm of her hand. But soon enough, she was finger-fucking herself vigorously.

Then came the bat.

While she'd worked with her fingers, he'd been utterly captivated. He hadn't even had the chance to think to himself that it was hot. He'd been completely enthralled. But now that she was guiding that fat wooden dildo towards her love canal, he found himself cringing, head tilted to the side, with one eye half-closed.

"Ungh... fuck yeah," Olivia sighed as the round head slipped inside her.

A slurping sound filled the air as an airtight seal formed around the bat.

"Oh god," Kurt said with a shudder.

"Mmm, yeah. You like that?" Olivia asked.

Were they done pretending that this was supposed to be awkward for her then?

"You are something else," Kurt said. "I think you just won."

Ever so slowly, she pushed a few more inches inside. As more of the shaft disappeared, she dug her teeth into her full lower lip and pressed her beautiful blue eyes shut. A shudder so violent it could almost be called a convulsion ran over her.

"Seriously. I can't top that," he said.

What could she possible ask him to do that would even compare?

She slid the bat back out, sighed, spent a few seconds petting her little kitten, then climbed out of bed and slipped her clothes back on. As she was dressing, she said, "Well, fortunately for you, I wasn't going to ask you to try. But I hope you don't think we're done."

Kurt almost pointed out that she hadn't gotten off. When she'd started stripping, he'd thought to himself that if she tried to weasel her way out of the dare by touching herself for a few seconds then saying she was done, he'd insist that she go to completion. But he couldn't actually say she needed to do more now. Not with a straight face. Not after she'd taken a fucking baseball bat inside her vag.

What a fucking birthday present.

"I'll keep going if you want," he said. "Only fair to give you chance to get back at me.  But I'm happy to go ahead and admit right now that you're going to win."

"No one wins at Truth or Dare, Kurt. That's not the point."

Come to think of it, he couldn't remember ever hearing what the rules were for how it ended. People always seemed to either get bored with it or decide that it was going too far.

Or start fucking like animals.

Was that where they were headed?

If she asked him to, would he say no?

His shoulders jerked spasmodically as he dry heaved.

No, he wouldn't go there. He could flirt with being a libertine. Could jerk-off to fantasies of fucking her or his mother. Could even, apparently, watch his sister strip and masterbate. With a damn baseball bat. But if it really came down to it, to actually doing it, to committing incest? No. There were lines that just couldn't be crossed.

While he was still telling himself those lies, his sister finished dressing and said, "I dare you to steal a pair of Mom's panties, smell them, then jerk off into them."

"What? I didn't even pick truth or dare."

"You weren't seriously going to say `truth' after the little show I just put on, were you?"

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Setting: Nick's apartment in Los Angeles. Shortly after scene 4. POV: Nick #########################

"Look, I know she's not your sister," Glenn said when Veronica was in the bathroom.

Nick choked on the weak margarita he was only drinking so his sister wouldn't be the only one drinking them. "You saw through that, huh?"

What the fuck?

Since they were kids, everyone told them they looked alike. They had the exact same caramel skin, the same jet black hair, the same brown eyes. She didn't quite have his dimples, but they had similar noses and broad cheekbones.

Did that mean Glenn knew, and was trying to find the most diplomatic way he could to express that he wasn't grossed out by it? Or was he really that clueless?

"C'mon, man. You live on the other side of the fucking city. Why would you come down to Pasadena after the semester's over? To show `your sister' your lame apartment?"

Well, it was a pretty flimsy story.

"I get what's really going on."

Nick sipped his drink, maintaining eye contact with his roommate as he did so as to signal for him to continue. He thought he knew what was coming next, but he wasn't sure.

"She wants to bang another guy," Glenn said casually. "You're cool with that, but you figured I'd make fun of you if you said anything. Right?"

"We were going to go out to a club, pick up some random guy," Nick said. "But when you invited us to come with you...."

"That killed that plan. So you figured you'd stay home and have some fun yourselves."

"Exactly," Nick said.

"I get it. Why else would you come all the way out here, except to have the kind of sex you can only have with no one around? Which you figured would be the case. Guess I should have told you I decided last minute to take a summer class."

"It's cool. Don't worry about it," Nick said.

"I am, of course, going to make fun of you. But not while she's around."

"Thanks," Nick said, rolling his eyes.

"Don't mention it." Glenn finished off the remainder of his beer. "You ready for a beer? Or are you still trying to make sure she doesn't feel like the odd one out?"

Nick sighed. "Fuck it. Yeah, grab me one too."

As he waited for his roommate to pop the tops on the micro brews, he asked, "So did Becca really send you that text?"

Glenn laughed. "Yeah, man. That was for real. Dude, I've been wanting to fuck her for months. I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hang out with her just to see if you'd ask me to fuck your girlfriend. No offense. She's hot. But more your type than mine."

Very much his type, in a sense.

"So you'd be cool with that?"

"Me?" Glenn asked, laughing. "I think I should be asking you that."

"Think I've already answered," Nick said.

"What are we talking about?" Veronica asked as she came back in. She gave first Glenn then Nick a nervous smile. The kind that would break at a moment's notice if she didn't get the answer she was looking for.

"Becca," Nick said. "Glenn's lady friend."

"Fucking bitch," Glenn said.

Veronica laughed. "That's how it works, huh? If she puts out, she's a slut. If she doesn't, she a bitch. We can't win with you guys, can we?"

"Oh, I don't know about that," Nick said.

Thinking that it had been a sincere question. Foolishly.

"Yeah, I can think of a few ways you can win me over," Glenn said.

Veronica arched her eyebrows and looked Glenn up and down.

So. That was where the night was going.

Not for a minute did Nick buy that Glenn thought Veronica was his girlfriend rather than his sister. Yet neither did he care.

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Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. A little after Scene 5. POV: Kurt #########################

It was not until they were back in his room, with the door closed behind them, that Kurt finally started breathing again.

Olivia covered her mouth, trying to contain a fit of laughter.

"I could've fuckin' sworn she woke up," Kurt panted.

"It's a wonder she didn't, with all the noise you made," his sister said. Then, plopping down on the edge of his bed, she pointed at the pair of panties he held clutched in his right hand. "But at least you got the goods."

"Yeah," he said.

"So." Liv crossed her legs and folded her hands over her knee. "Let's see it."

Kurt laughed. "Gimme a sec, would you? Still outta breath over here."

"Fine. But I hope you're not trying to chicken out of this."

"Liv, I just snuck into our parents' bedroom and stole a pair of Mom's panties out of her laundry hamper. Does it look like I'm not willing to play along?"

His sister simply shrugged. If she was the least bit impressed, it didn't show.

He was still a bit short of breath, but the truth was that he needed to work himself up to what came next. Granted, Olivia had already masterbated in front of him. It didn't really make sense to worry that she might think him some kind of sick freak if he followed through with her dare. But, for whatever reason, he still suspected she might do just that. If she told his friends that he'd tried to get her to watch him jerking off into a pair of their mother's panties, and he countered that she'd already fucked herself with a baseball bat in front of him, she'd deny it. And they'd obviously believe her. So, he had just as much dirt on her as she'd have on him, in principle. But he knew better.

She wasn't trying to get him to do this just so she could embarrass him though.

"Okay," he said, holding the pair of blue silk drawers up. "Here goes."

No reaction came from Olivia.

No more excuses. No more stalling.

He held them up to his nose and took a deep whiff. Then exhaled and took another.

"Well?" Olivia asked, after his third sniff.

Kurt shrugged.

"They're clean?"

"I'm just trying to think of how to describe it. Definitely not what I expected."

"Eww. Don't tell me you're smelling lemonade. Or fruit punch."

Kurt snickered. Not that the idea of smelling his mother's urine or menstruation was amusing. But his sister's choice of words seemed so unnecessarily circumspect, given the way the night was progressing.

"No, not that," he said. "They smell like... well, like a woman should. But they also smell like... I don't even know. Something sweet. Fruity. Weird, but not bad."

"So you like the way they smell?"

He paused. "Would it be weird if I said yes?"

"We're sorta past that point now, don't ya think?"

"Yeah." He took another whiff. "Definitely digging it."

A knowing smile spread across his sister's lips.

He tossed the panties to her. "How would you describe that?"

The panties landed in her lap. Kurt had almost expected her to freak out at that, but she didn't. Neither did she make any move to do as he suggested. She just picked them up and tossed them back to him. "You're not done with them yet, buddy boy."

He caught the panties with one hand. Then, for a moment, just stared at his sister.

"Well?" she said.

"I... I can't just... perform on demand."

"Oh, please," she said. "Like I can't see your raging hard-on."

"I'm nervous," he said.

She slipped out of bed and moved towards him. "Maybe just a few seconds in my mouth. You think that would help?"

"Liv!"

"Where did you think this was going?"

"Not there!"

But it was just something he felt like he was supposed to say.

Then she burst out laughing. "Fucking-A, Kurt. You thought I was serious, didn't you? What is wrong with you?"

"Heh. I knew you were just fucking with me."

"Riiiight," she said, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder.

Trying to laugh, he sat down in his computer chair.

His sister crossed her arms under her breasts. "I wasn't kidding about the dare, though. Go on. Whip it out and get to work. Those panties aren't going to fill themselves with jizz."

Fuck it. The rules were the rules.

"There we go!" she said, clapping, as he pulled it out.

That was the last she had to say until the moment he started grunting and covered the tip of his cock with his mother's panties. Right up until then, she'd sat perfectly still, her blue eyes open wide as she stared in awe at him pumping his big dick back and forth with his right hand. That was probably pretty much what he'd looked like, earlier, when she'd been playing with herself.

"Nice," she said when he finished.

Kurt was breathing heavily. "I feel so dirty."

"Isn't it great?" she asked, chest rising and falling rapidly.

That it was.

"Okay, my turn," she said. "Truth."

Kurt laughed as he tossed his mother's panties in the garbage can underneath his desk.  "Truth, huh? Getting nervous?"

"Nope," she said. "Just figured you've probably got a bunch of questions you want to ask by now. Figured I'd tee it up nice for ya." She paused for a moment then said, "And if I got that sports metaphor wrong, you can just keep it to yourself."

He rolled his eyes.

"Have you ever done something you shouldn't have-"

His sister started snickering.

"-been able to do?"

The sound died.

"You know. Something... impossible?" he added.

"Like magic?" she asked. Her tone was flat. Almost impatient. Certainly not amused or incredulous, the way it should have been, given that he was suggesting pretty much exactly that. Which was, or should have been, crazy.

Kurt shrugged. "I guess so. Yeah."

"Of course."

He recoiled. "Um, come again?"

"Oh, don't be so dense," his sister said, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You know we're not normal. You've known it for some time, I'd wager. Wasn't right away that you knew it was all of us. Thought maybe it was just you. But you pieced together that it runs in the family a while ago, right?"

He didn't say anything.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Kurt. Did you really think you were special?"

He shrugged. "Until tonight, yeah. I guess. I mean, I wasn't even really sure I could do things myself until pretty recently."

"Huh."

Blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Well, anyway," she continued. "Yeah, I can do lots of things ordinary people can't. We all can. You, me, Mom, Dad, our cousins. Our whole family. Because we're not like other people. Not even from this world, in fact."

"Get out."

So his sister explained it to him.

They were members of a supernatural race. Immortals. Beings that had, at various points in history been mistaken for gods and goddesses, or demons, or other things. They'd been the inspiration for myths of incubi and succubi, angels and demons, and the more sexual interpretations of vampires.

The whole family was waiting for his cousin Annie to come of age later that month. Then they'd all return to their ancestral home in the First Court of Summer.

"You're serious?" he asked.

But he knew the truth. Crazy as sounded, too much rang true for him to doubt it. And her story was far too detailed to be something she made up on the spot.

"That's why we're so big on incest."

His jaw just about hit the floor. "Say what?"

"Oh, yeah. Big family tradition. I've been fucking Dad for years. And Mom, and our aunts, and our cousins. Now that you're of age, you can too."

It was exactly what he wanted to hear. But his mind still rebelled at the idea. It was just too absurd. Too much like something a horny teenager would dream up.

"Why do you think I came by your room, dummy? I wanted to be your first."

Words failed him.

Olivia got up off the bed and approached him. Running her nails through his short blonde hair, she said, "Mom wants to be the one to initiate you. But that's just too bad."

"I'm not falling for the same trick twice in one night," he said.

"No trick." She took one of his hands and placed it on her hip. "Think about it. You've got supernatural powers. Among other things, they let you do all kinds of crazy shit in the bedroom. And, in all the world, there are just a few women who have the same powers. They just so happen to be members of your family. Can you really pass up the opportunity to be with them just because society tells you that incest is wrong? We're all consenting adults here, right? At least, as of an hour ago."

"What about deformed-"

"That doesn't happen. Not to us, anyway. We're none of us born with anything but the slightest physical imperfections. Birth defects? Health problems? Forget it. Unheard of."

"Oh," he said. "But still, wouldn't it be weird-"

"No one's talking about having your babies anyway," she added. The look in her eyes said it all. This was lust, pure and simple. Nothing more. "I can't get pregnant unless I want to. Same goes for all the women of our kind. We don't have periods. Or accidental pregnancies. None of those complications."

Kurt felt like he should have some other argument ready.

He really should have. But he was coming up blank.

He'd long since passed the point where it was inevitable that he was going to fuck his sister that night.

Without another word, he grabbed her by those lovely little ass cheeks, stood up, and carried her over to the bed. She laughed as he did, throwing her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," his sister whispered in his ear while he fumbled with his pants.

By way of response, he took her lips in his. They were unimaginably soft. And to say that Olivia was a good kisser was to fundamentally abuse the word "good."

That wasn't the only reason he made a mess in his pants though.

Part of it was the sheer excitement and disbelief at what was happening, to be sure. But, mostly, there had been something unnatural in that kiss. His sister had done something supernatural to him. He'd felt it, but not with any of his five ordinary senses. As their lips pressed against one another's, an intense wave of euphoria had crashed into him.

Thankfully, though, that didn't mean he couldn't keep right on going. Because, as he would soon learn, there was essentially no limit to the number of orgasms their kind could experience in one session. And that was the least of what their powers enabled them to do.

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Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 2. POV: Gabriela #########################

Patty's ice cream party turned into family movie night. Annie even managed to convince Jennifer that she could finish her math homework during study hall tomorrow. So, much to Gabriela's disappointment, the five of them sat together in the living room, fully clothed, keeping their hands to themselves, for most of the rest of the evening.

Eventually, though, Annie tapped out. It wasn't until they were halfway through the second Harry Potter movie, but at least they didn't have to sit through the whole thing.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 03



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Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

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

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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 Cast of Characters

 Gabriela : Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.

 Jennifer : Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.

 Eric : Gabriela's son. POV character.

 Nick : Jennifer's son. POV character.

 Patty : Gabriela's daughter. POV character.

 Veronica : Jennifer's daughter. POV character.

 Annie : Jennifer's daughter.

 Wes : Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.

 Zoey : Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.

 Olivia : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.

 Kurt : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character.

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 Scene 1 

Setting: Nick's apartment in Los Angeles. Later the same night as the events of Chapter 2.

POV: Veronica

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"So. Turns out Glenn's not falling for the brother-sister story," Nick said.

"Is that so?" Veronica asked with a chuckle.

It was a story, was it?

Could anyone look at them and doubt that they were related? When they were kids, they were sometimes mistaken for twins. That had happened less often after puberty. But there was still more than a passing resemblance between the two of them. They looked more alike than Patty and Eric, or than either of them did to Annie.

Of course, in her experience, men didn't have as keen an eye for such matters as women did. Whether that was genetic or cultural, she couldn't have said. But maybe Glenn really didn't see it. She'd only known him for a few hours, and she already had the impression that he might be even more clueless than the average guy.

About most everything that guys tended to be clueless about.

Either way, it amused her. And excited her. It was like an opportunity for role-playing. Better still, since she hadn't requested that they pretend to be a couple, she could experience what it was like to be Nick's girlfriend without appearing clingy or anything.

"Are we that transparent?" she asked.

Her brother massaged her shoulders. "It would appear so."

Glenn stared at her, grinning, and for a moment she thought he had no right to intrude on their private moment. But then she remembered it wasn't anything of the kind.

It wasn't fair that a simple back rub could feel that good. Especially since he wasn't even trying to seduce her either. Just Nick being Nick. Damn, but his hands felt so good. Strong, yet gentle. And they knew exactly where their touch was most welcome.

Just like when they were in bed.

She forced herself back to reality. Made herself acknowledge the man staring at her, rather than getting lost in fantasies about the one standing behind her.

Her stomach fluttered, and she realized she wanted to feel his touch as well.

The truth was that Glenn wasn't even that cute. Not that he was bad looking.

But he wasn't remotely in the same league as Nick.

Of course, how could he have been? He was a mere mortal. And her brother was a god. She'd thought so for a while, and only seemed to be getting more convinced of it with time.

Before Veronica knew what they were, before she'd seen Nick's true appearance, before she'd discovered what sex with her own kind was like, she'd definitely have gone for a guy like Glenn. He was a bit too impressed with himself, and she was eating that up. She wished she wasn't, but there was no sense denying it. Confidence was sexy as hell.

Besides that, he was a bit shorter than she preferred her guys, and a bit ordinary looking. Not ugly by any means, but nothing special either. Yet he had great hair, a nice smile, and he carried himself in a way that suggested his bravado wasn't all talk.

Partly, he was having an effect on her because she'd never been the kind of girl who got that kind of attention from guys as often as she'd have liked. Not while wearing her mortal guise anyway. Which she wasn't, at the moment. But that make it any less flattering.

Of course, what was really} getting her worked up was the way Nick was reacting. Her brother was jealous. And that was good. He was curious to see if she was really willing to take on two guys. And that was even better.

Nick needed to see that other guys thought he was lucky to have her. And he needed to know how open she was to doing whatever it took to please him.

Their mother would never agree to something like this.

"I spend most of my time in the lab," Glenn said, "but even I couldn't help but pick up on the chemistry between you two. Brother and sister my ass."

"Got us there," Veronica said with a shrug.

"I know we said we'd rather pick up some random guy we'd never see again," Nick said.

Oh, boy.

That really was where things were going.

The prospect excited her. But it made her nervous too. If they actually had} discussed it beforehand, like they were pretending that they had, she'd have agreed to it. Now that it seemed like it was about to happen though, she found herself feeling like she might vomit. Or just needed some air. Or something to prepare herself.

Two guys at once.

Her head spun.

What do you even do with all that?

Well, she had a few ideas. It wasn't all that puzzling. But it was} a little overwhelming.

On some level, she was aware that it was really absurd that she found the idea depraved. What was fucking your brother, then? Virtuous? But even so, it did feel like crossing a line. She'd never had sex with a guy she wasn't romantically involved with before.

Except she had, of course. She wasn't involved with Nick.

Or Eric for that matter.

But that was different. She wasn't dating either of her brothers, obviously. But neither was she some random lay to them. Some disposable piece of meat. They cared about her. Loved her, if not in the way a boyfriend might.

What was about to happen would be straight up fucking. No strings attached. Devoid of any emotional attachment or affection. Pure carnal desire.

And she was okay with that.

A little nervous, yes. And feeling guilty already, even though it hadn't happened yet. But still, overall, it was definitely something she wanted}.

"That's okay," she said, patting her brother's hand.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, staring Glenn in the eyes.

What would it be like to stare up into those gray irises? They seemed almost blank compared to her brother's dark orbs. Would she be even more aware of the lack of any deeper connection? Would it be like staring into chips of flint?

The grin her brother's roommate gave her should have made her feel dirty.

And perhaps it did. But mostly in a good way.

Veronica couldn't wait for it to happen, and yet also wished it was already over. She hadn't been this much of a mess the night she'd lost her virginity. Nor the first time she'd slept with Nick. There had to be way more women out there who'd allowed two guys to double-team her than had slept with their brothers. Why was she freaking out like this?

Nick leaned down and whispered, "It'll be okay," before giving her a peck on the cheek.

And just like that, all her anxiety melted away.

It didn't make sense. They were just words.

Yet, coming from Nick at least, they were't. He wouldn't let her go through with it if he thought she'd regret it. If he didn't trust Glenn, he'd never have played along.

She nodded.

That seemed to be all the approval Glenn needed. A moment later, he had his hands on her thighs and he was leaning in for a kiss.

He wasn't as gentle as Nick. Perhaps not quite overbearing. But his tongue plunged into her mouth shortly after their lips met. And his hands didn't stay on her legs for long. They slid up under her shirt, seeking out her breasts. Groping at them awkwardly.

Awkward as that was, Veronica was too horny herself to care. She simply returned the favor. Her hands fumbled with his belt, rubbed at the bulge in his pants, then turned their attention to unbuttoning his jeans. He couldn't be as big as Nick, but she was still eager to see what she was working with. Would it be short and thick? Long and thin? Curved or straight? Veiny or smooth? Thick at the head, like Nick, or tapered, like some guys?

Did he have any idea what he was doing? Or were the hurri efforts on display at the moment a sign of what was to come?

It didn't really matter though. Either way, she was going to let herself go. Completely. Let them do whatever they wished with her.

And it would be okay.

Nick had said so.

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 Scene 2 

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. The same night as Kurt's scenes in Chapter 2.

POV: Kurt

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Kurt instinctively covered himself with his hands. "Mom!"

"Relax, sweetie," she said, slipping inside the bedroom and easing the door closed behind her. "I've come to join the party, not break it up."

Olivia laughed, pointing at him as she said, "You see the look on his face?"

Their mother offered a faint grin in response. But it faded as quickly as it appeared. Then she said, "I'm sorry, baby. Mommy didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," Kurt said, blushing. He let his hands fall away.

And watched as his mother's eyes took in what he'd been hiding. They went a little wider for a moment, and the faint grin returned, but she didn't offer quite the reaction he'd hoped for. No more so than Olivia had.

What exactly were they used to dealing with? Was his father hung like a horse?

"Happy birthday, sweetie. Mommy's got something special for you this year. Though I gather that Liv beat me to the punch."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Olivia said, with a smile that said she wasn't sorry at all.

Kurt felt like he should have said something himself. But just at the moment, he was at a complete loss for words. All he could do was stare at his mother.

Olivia had explained that their mother and father wore real disguises. Not like the two of them. Without even realizing it, he and his sister had worn masks most of their lives, subconsciously altering their appearance to better conform to mortal expectations. But the difference between their true appearances and the ones they presented to the outside world were relatively modest. Which explained why he hadn't even be sure it hadn't been a figment of his imagination the few times he'd caught a glimpse of his real self in the mirror. Their parents, though, put real effort into suppressing the truth. Their mortal guises bore relatively less resemblance to reality. At least in comparison to him and his sister.

There was, of course, no reason to doubt her claim. But it still wasn't easy to believe.

Not just because of how outlandish it was. There was something to that, for sure. But he was starting to get used to taking the impossible for granted.

No, what really made it hard to believe that the woman he saw when he looked at his mother was but a shadow of her true self was that, even in this form, she was damn hot.

How much better looking could she get?

She had fair skin, yes. But even though Kurt preferred his women bronzed, like his sister, he couldn't bring himself to describe his mother's complexion as pale or pasty. And though she wasn't nearly as pretty as her daughter, most women her age would kill to have her skin. To say nothing of her figure. She was several inches taller than his sister too. In fact, his mother was pretty close to being of a height with him. Kurt typically liked shorter women, but he'd always wondered what it would be like to be with a tall woman. Her long legs practically went on forever. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have them wrapped around him.

The loose silk robe she wore hid most of her body, but there was more than enough of those beautiful stalks on display to get him excited.

As if he hadn't been already.

Fuck.

This was his mother that had him hard as steel. His mother}.

Of course, he'd just spent the past hour violating every one of his sister's holes. There were some lines that a man simply shouldn't cross. And he'd jumped as far past them as he could. There was no sense growing a conscience now.

But it still seemed like this was uncharted territory. It wasn't like society approved of brothers and sisters getting it on. But he hadn't entered the world by crawling out of Olivia's womb. In a sense, incest was incest. But at the same time, nothing could ever be as profane as sex between a mother and her son.

They stared at each other, grinning awkwardly, without speaking a word.

"Come on, already," Liv said.

Both Kurt and their mother laughed awkwardly at that.

"So," his mother said, licking her lips. "Why don't you lie down?"

Kurt did as instructed.

Olivia slipped out of bed and went over to their mother. She untied the older woman's robe then went up on her tiptoes for a kiss.

When Liv pulled their mother's robe off and let it drop to the ground, he heard himself gasp. It was just an instinctual reaction to the idea of his mother being naked in front of him though. He couldn't even see anything yet. His sister was still in the way. But the mere thought of her, in his bedroom, wearing nothing, and being warmed up for him by his sister, was almost more than he could handle.

Finally, they broke away from each other.

To his disappointment, he found his mother didn't have quite the body he thought she did. Her breasts, though full, were saggy. Her nipples were small, as were her areola. Stretch marks marred her midsection as well as her breasts. Her thighs were plagued by cellulite to an extent that he hadn't anticipated, given how thin they were. He only got a brief glimpse between her legs, but it looked like her lips were more gray than pink. And her bush, which was dark despite her blonde hair, was overgrown.

Still, this was his mother slowly approaching the bed, bending down, and getting ready to give him a birthday blowjob. That thought alone kept him nice and hard.

Just before her lips met his glistening helmet, she pulled back, laughing nervously.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Yeah, really," Olivia asked as she went and sat atop Kurt's dresser. "It's a lot smaller than Dad's. And I've never seen him give you any trouble."

Kurt winced at that.

"It's not that," their mother said, tucking a lock of platinum blonde hair back behind her ear. "It's not every day that a woman gets to be with her son for the first time."

"Didn't know you were so sentimental," Olivia said.

"Shut up, Liv," Kurt said.

His sister sneered at him.

Olivia had a distinctive way of sneering. She held the expression for a few moments before quickly sticking her tongue out at him. It slipped past her lips, made a brief cameo appearance, and then retreated. It was like someone had forgotten to tell her that when you stick your tongue at out someone, you're supposed to leave it there for a second or two.

His head spun. In some ways, everything felt so familiar. That was exactly} the face his sister had always made when teasing him. It was the goofiest, cutest, least effective taunting face he'd ever seen. And the tone in his mother's voice, the way she seemed on the brink of tearing up, was absolutely characteristic of her, no matter what Olivia might have said about not knowing that their mother to be sentimental.

But when his sister made that face at him, she usually wasn't sitting atop his dresser, stark naked. And during precisely none of the previous times his mother had gotten misty and nostalgic like this had she been kneeling before him, holding his erect cock in her hands, ready to take him in her mouth.

The contrast between the familiar and the unthinkable was positively intoxicating.

Kurt ran a hand through his mother's hair. "Not an everyday experience here either."

She grinned at him. Then took a deep breath, nodded, and slowly descended again.

This time, she didn't stop. Her soft lips parted, sliding over the tip of his member. Gradually, she opened her mouth wider and wider as she took more and more of him in. He let out a nervous laugh as he realized she was going for the full length all at once. She neither stopped nor even slowed until the pointy tip of her nose was pressed against his pubes.

He moaned as his mother pumped her tongue against the underside of his cock. He was so deep in her throat that only the very base felt her tongue. But it was still nice.

"Atta girl," Olivia said. "Tree doesn't grow far from the apple."

Kurt was too busy keeping himself from crying tears of joy to tell his sister how stupid that sounded. Not that she'd have cared anyway.

He'd have liked it to last forever. That wasn't possible, of course. He'd have gladly settled for five minutes, given the choice.

But even that was not to be.

Unfortunately, it took his mother all of twenty seconds to bring him to climax.

"How was she?" Olivia asked before his mother had even finished licking him clean.

Kurt sighed and gave his sister a thumb's up.

"Damn straight," Olivia replied. "Next to me, there's none better."

"Liv, honey, why don't you go wake your father up," their mother said. She still held Kurt in her hand, and her face hovered a mere inch from his still hard cock. He quivered in anticipation, hoping for an instant repeat.

"Fine, whatever," his sister said as she hopped down off the dresser. "I'm aching to have a real man inside me again anyway." She waved goodbye to Kurt before tossing the door open and striding down the hall towards their parents' bedroom.

"Just you and me," his mother whispered.

The door closed itself.

"For now. In a little while, we'll go join them. But Mommy's not done wishing her baby boy happy birthday just yet."

Then, as he'd hoped, she sucked his dick a second time. And he lasted long enough to properly enjoy it too.

When she finished, she stood up, pressed her hands flat against her chest, and ran them down her body, like she'd spilled flour on her shirt while cooking. Only what she wiped away was her old body. Before his very eyes, his mother changed from a reasonably attractive older woman with ample charms yet noticeable imperfections into something that would have made any goddess that man had ever dreamt up jealous.

His heart nearly stopped.

Her skin had been pale, ashy, and riddled with wrinkles, stretch marks, and cellulite. Now it was smooth, flawless, and the color of burnished gold. Her hair was thicker, shinier, and straighter. Her blue eyes, once the color of the sky, took on an electric hue. He had no doubt that if he turned the lights off, those beautiful orbs would remain visible.

Kurt still wouldn't quite say that his mother was prettier than Olivia. But that was a high bar to cross. She might not have a face that could eclipse that of her daughter, but she was exquisite all the same. Her features were delicate. She had prominent cheekbones, a cute little nose, a heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and delicately arched brows. Her lips were soft and full. And those eyes. Kurt could stare into them forever. It wasn't natural for eyes to shine like that. But he found the effect intoxicating.




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The changes to his mother's body were no less dramatic. Her waist, relatively trim to begin with, shrank by several inches. Her breasts remained full and regained their shape. They still bowed slightly to gravity, but in much the same way that a haughty noble might bow to a child king. They didn't look like implants, but they sat high on her chest and bore more resemblance to cantaloupes than pancakes. A moment ago, it had been the other way around. Her legs seemed, if possible, even longer. And they were a whole lot shapelier. Thinner in the right spots, yet thicker where that was called for too. And free of cellulite.

She had a perfect hourglass. Past perfect, really. It wasn't actually possible for a woman to have her proportions. But somehow she didn't look cartoonish. Unreal as her curves were, they weren't like those of Jessica Rabbit. Rather, his mother had a waist-to-hip ratio that was just a bit beyond what was possible, but not so far gone that to look upon her was to challenge one's ability to suspend disbelief.

When they switched places, and it was she that lay on the bed, the white sheets looked, for just a moment, like wings. It wasn't hard to imagine a halo over her head either.

Though he'd never put much thought into the question of what angels looked like, he decided then that if they were real, they'd look like his mother. Her metallic skin was otherworldly, but not in a disturbing or discomforting way. Rather, her divine beauty filled him with awe. He wasn't sure if he should make love to her or worship her. Or both.

"What is it, baby?" she asked, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Her hand was so soft and warm. If it felt like a jolt of electricity shot through him as her skin touched his, it was only to be expected.

"You're just so beautiful," he said.

His words sounded distant. Like he was eavesdropping on his own conversation.

Liv really hadn't been lying about how thoroughly their mother's disguise hid her true beauty. And it was a good thing that it did. If a mere mortal were to gaze upon such perfection, they'd have gone insane.

"That's sweet, dear," his mother said.

Her tone suggested that it would be nice if he'd get on with it though, because she was tired of having him be somewhere other than inside her.

Kurt never could stand the thought of disappointing his mother.

Slowly, he climbed atop her and guided his unworthy member into her love canal.

"Ooooh, god," he moaned as he slid inside.

If there was such a thing as a vagina that did not} feel good, Kurt was unaware of it. Not that he'd sampled a particularly large number. But still. The bodies of men and women were pretty well designed to ensure that coupling was a pleasurable experience.

Even so, he was tempted to say that he'd never actually realized just how good a woman could feel before. His sister had convinced him that he'd never be satisfied with a mere mortal again. Yet just then, he was not entirely sure there was much distinction between Olivia and the few other women he'd been with.

His mother's embrace was everything that it should have been. Warm. Comforting.

Positively euphoric.

She was doing something with her powers, obviously. What, exactly, he wasn't sure. But whatever it was, it was working. And then some.

"That's it, baby," his mother cooed. "Don't be shy."

Was he actually doing anything? He couldn't even tell anymore. So intense were the pleasures she was visiting upon him, his mind had difficulty attending to other matters.

Slowly, he regained some measure of control. And gave his mother the loving she deserved.

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 Scene 3 

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. The same night.

POV: Eric

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At first, they simply lay in bed, cuddling.

That wasn't exactly Eric's idea of a good time. In fact, it kinda made him regret his decision to turn their mother down.

But he felt like an asshole for thinking that. Patty was apparently really attached to their dorky cousin, and coming to grips with the idea that Olivia was going to be Kurt's first was proving to be rather difficult for her. If lying there, pressed against him, made the pain easier for her to deal with, then it was his brotherly duty to spoon her.

Of course, if he could have helped her out by occupying Olivia while she moved in on Kurt, he'd have been even happier to do that.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

Though Eric wasn't often accused of being too sensitive, and had more than a few times been told that he had the emotional IQ of a fish, even he could see the tragedy of the situation. Kurt, bless his heart, would have been happier with Patty. The two of them were different in a lot of ways, but they were still more alike than most couples. Neither one of them had an insincere bone in their body. And they had the corniest, most inoffensive sense of humor. They were proud to be no less interested in cartoons than they had been when they'd been a decade younger than they currently were.

Himself, he had a hard time believing that any woman would rather be with Kurt than him or even Nick. But if he really forced himself to see things from his sister's perspective, he had to admit that there was a certain logic to it.

Similarly, though his natural inclination was to assume that Olivia was every guy's dream girl, he knew better. Though Kurt hadn't, to Eric's knowledge, been infected by whatever disease led Nick to actually argue that, even on purely physical grounds, Olivia was overrated, his cousin was the kind of guy that his sister ate for breakfast. There was no way there'd ever be more than a strictly physical relationship between them.

Of course, that was all that there was ever supposed to be. His mothers had explained that many times. But they had to know that no one was buying it.

Mom-Gee herself wanted more than that from him. And though, if Eric had to guess, he'd say that Mom-Jay didn't feel the same way about Nick that he did about her, she didn't do nearly as much as she could have to disabuse him of the notion that there was something very much like a romantic relationship developing between the two of them. For his part, he and Olivia basically were in an relationship, albeit an open one.

At least, he thought that they were. If she wasn't his girlfriend, she was a heckuva lot closer to being one than any of the mortal girls he'd supposedly dated. Never before in his life had Eric seen the same woman so many days in a row. He'd certainly never cared this much about whether the woman he was with was satisfied with what they had, or whether there was anything he could do differently to better satisfy her.

So perhaps he had a bit of a personal stake in hoping that Patty found a way to make things with Kurt work out, lest Kurt take up too much of Liv's attention. But that wasn't all there was to it. He really did want his kid sister to be happy.

When she was in eight grade, she'd had a boyfriend who was in high school. A freshman. And a nerd, at that. But at the time, the simple fact that he was a year older than her had both Nick and Eric worried about Patty getting hurt. Eric had never told anyone, for fear that they'd tell him that he was being overprotective and patriarchal and all that shit that Veronica was always going on about, but he'd taken the guy aside and threatened to knock his teeth down his throat if he hurt Patty.

Granted, the poor kid had been scared shitlesss, and had broken up with Patty the next day. Presumably for the very reason that he didn't want to risk inciting the wrath of her protective older brother. Eric had laid it on a bit thick, after all.

If it hadn't been one of those stupid teenage romances, the kind that seemed more important than anything else in the world to the parties involved at the time, but were mostly forgotten about a month later, he might have felt pretty bad about that. Especially since Patty had cried her eyes out.

For one afternoon anyway. She did indeed forget about him pretty soon thereafter.

The point was, though, that Eric cared more about keeping Patty from getting hurt than he ever got credit for. He'd be the first to admit that Nick was a better brother to her than he was, in spite of the fact that the two of thm didn't share a blood connection. But that didn't mean that Eric was the "bad" brother.

Just less perfect.

His sister wiggled her hips, pushing her big ass back against him.

Eric felt a stirring in his loins. Patty was less his type than Olivia. For that reason, he found it hard to tell her what she wanted to hear. That Olivia wasn't going to make an impression on Kurt anyway. Or that she wasn't nearly as attractive as Patty, so obviously Kurt would be thinking of her the whole time.

But Patty did} have a nice body.

Especially her ass.

"Eric?" she asked, as she ground that majestic thing against his rapidly inflating cock.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me I'm pretty."

He laughed awkwardly.

"I know how that sounds. It would mean more if I didn't have to ask. But I get tired of hearing how cute} I am. I'm not a freaking baby. I'm a grown woman. I want to hear guys talk about me the way they talk about women, not children."

"You're very pretty," he lied.

If she didn't want to hear it, he wouldn't say it, but the truth was, there was a reason guys always told her she was cute. That really was the perfect word for her.

"And you've got an amazing} body."

That much, at least, was the truth.

"Yeah?" Patty asked.

Damn. They both still had their underwear on, but if she kept that gentle writhing, he just might give her a present.

The hand that had been on her hip slid down and back, caressing the smooth, cool flesh of her butt. Firmly, but not harshly, he gave one cheek a solid squeeze. It was so thick and firm. With her muscles relaxed, it had a pleasant hint of softness to it, but there was no mistaking that it was pretty much solid muscle.

"I know Liv's every bit as good as she thinks she is," Patty said.

Eric fought back a cough.

"I prefer guys to girls, but even I have to admit, she's one of the best I've ever had."

Well, at least she'd said it, not him.

"But guys care about more than just that, right? At least some guys?"

"Yeah," he said. Some guys. "The two of them couldn't be more different."

"Exactly," Patty said.

The tips of his fingers probed at her labia from behind. She was wet. Even through her panties, he could feel it. If he pulled the fabric aside, she wouldn't have objected.

But he could be patient. It wasn't quite what he was known for, but he could.

"He's probably been fantasizing about you for some time now. Keep in mind, he had no idea who and what we were. Even if he felt exactly the way you did, he'd keep it to himself, for fear of how weird it would sound if he told you."

"Yeah," Patty said.

Eric leaned in and gave his sister's earlobe a light nibble.

She moaned so emphatically, he realized patience might not be called for after all.

In fact, before he realized what had happened, Patty had made their underwear disappear, had taken hold of his cock, and was guiding it towards her slit.

He'd forgotten how skilled his sister was. Her and Nick, if in different ways. The rest of them mostly stuck to altering their appearance, improving their physique, delaying or hastening orgasms, and such. But Patty was always creating or unmaking things, the way she'd just dissolved their clothes. And Nick could have passed himself off as a psychic, had he wanted to, so good had he gotten at reading Libidos.

At least, that was how it seemed to Eric. Nick insisted that it didn't work that way. And even if it did, he wouldn't be comfortable getting inside people's heads. But the latter seemed a lot more plausible to Eric than the former. That was Nick for you. He had the power to know exactly how a woman felt, if not necessarily what she was thinking, but he hardly ever put it to use because he didn't think it was right.

His brother and his squeamish ways were suddenly the furthest thing from Eric's mind.

No woman felt loose from the position they were in. With one leg resting on top of the other, his sister's snatch wasn't exactly spread wide open for him. But even taking that into account, the vice grip around his tool took him by surprise.

"Ungh, yeah, that's it," Patty moaned.

Eric started fucking her wildly. Spooning wasn't the most comfortable or natural position, but any time he found himself behind Patty's ass, he counted himself lucky. He cupped one buttock with his hand, squeezing and releasing and squeezing and releasing over and over.

They stayed in that position for a little while. But soon, Eric told his sister to roll onto her stomach. She did as he asked, and he climbed up onto his knees to fuck her prone. As he did, he kneaded her ass like dough, fondled it gently, and slapped it vigorously.

He could stare at that thing for hours and not got bored. It was glorious}.

Taking a page from Patty's playbook, he summoned a bottle of lube. Gently, he worked the slippery stuff into his sister's ass, and started pumping his thumb in and out of her browneye while his fat cock stretched her little pussy wide.

"Mmm, yeah," she said. "You want my ass?"

He gave one round cheek a good slap by way of answer.

She whimpered delightfully.

"Do it. I want you there."

That was all he needed to hear.

Despite her words, though, Patty didn't seem to be ready to let go of him. Her vag squeezed tight, relaxed, then constricted again.

Meanwhile, he felt her pouring energy into his Libido, ramping up his sensitivity. And so it was that not fifteen seconds later, he was pumping a serious load of cum into his kid sister's womb. And pouring something else entirely into her Libido.

For how little effort it had taken her to push him over the edge like that, it seemed that her investment had sure made a handsome reward.

Eric was afraid that she was trying to finish him off already. But before he'd even climbed off her, she said, "Any time you're ready, my ass is waiting."

So, sure enough, shortly after he recovered his breath, Eric fucked his sister's asshole. And fucked it good.

At first, he went slow and gentle. But when sweet, innocent little Patty told him not to be so modest, he stepped things up.

It was a good thing his sister knew how to soundproof a room. Because when the two of them came, in unison, they'd have woken up the rest of the family otherwise. She shrieked at the top of her lungs while he howled like a wolf.

Afterwards, she sucked him clean. Then rode him cowgirl.

He preferred fucking Patty from behind. Regardless of which hole he was violating. But Eric had to admit it was nice to have her on top too. That allowed his hands to grope her thick ass one minute and her full breasts the next. The way she stared at him was a little awkward. He felt like she was waiting for him to proclaim his undying love or some shit. But it was a small price to pay for the pleasure of being able to explore her ample charms.

It was also her favorite position. So there was that.

Guilty as he felt initially about not saying whatever it was she expected him to say, as she rode him to through not one, not two, but three monster orgasms, Eric felt a swell of pride. The look on his sister's face as she came all over him could have made his week. Especially given how sad she'd looked earlier.

Hell, Eric would've given up a major organ to see that look on his sister's face. That he could enjoy himself along the way to turning her frown upside down was just a nice bonus.

So when she rolled off him, looking ready to fall asleep, but smiling ear to ear despite her exhausting, he didn't even mind that he'd been a good minute or two away from another orgasm himself. He was just glad that his sister was going to drift off to sleep happy.

He spooned her for a while after, delighting in the contented sounds she made whenever he squeezed her tight.

There were guys out there who didn't do this for their sisters. Not when guys turned them down, not when they got dumped, not ever.

How fucked up was that?

It was just sex. Who didn't enjoy sex? Why was it okay to buy your sister presents, the way boyfriends did, to pay her compliments, the way boyfriends did, but not to put a big fucking smile on her face the way boyfriends did?

It didn't mean they were romantically involved. Patty didn't see him that way, and neither did he have those feelings for her. She'd needed a good fucking, and he gave it to her. Simple as that. Why would anyone object to that?

He kissed the side of her head, waited to make sure she didn't react, and then started to disentangle himself. Again, he stopped to make sure she didn't stir. Five Mississippi. Ten Mississippi. Twenty. She still didn't move. So he finished slipping out of her bed.

Before leaving Patty's room, he stared down at her for a few moments. She looked so peaceful. The moonlight coming in through her window gave her bronze skin a strange, bluish tint. Her hair was a mess and her mouth was slightly agape. He probably should have thought she looked goofy.

But he thought she looked beautiful.

Not cute.

Beautiful.

Content that he'd done his job as her big brother, Eric crept out her room and down the hall to go see if Mom-Gee was still awake.

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 Scene 4 

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 2.

POV: Kurt

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"Don't be silly," his mother said. "We've been waiting for you to join us for a long time."

Kurt didn't say anything to disagree. But, then, neither had he said anything about not wanting to go inside her bedroom. Didn't matter. His mother knew what was bothering him anyway. The way she always had. Mother's intuition and all.

After having spent the past few hours doing things with both his mother and his sister that no society on Earth had ever approved of, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. But his mother was right that he was being silly. He knew that. He also knew that his father would not only approve, but be glad to have him join the family tradition. Would, in fact, be eager to show him the ropes. Teach him how to properly please a woman. How to satisfy his sister. Because apparently, his father had figured that out, whereas Kurt clearly had a lot to learn. None of that would, of course, be awkward or surreal in the least.

Still. For whatever reason, he found it easy enough to accept the idea that his mother and sister had been living double lives. That they'd hid for years that they were supernatural sexual beings who were obsessed with incest. But his father too? Kurt just couldn't picture the man who'd sent him to bed early for talking back to his mother, who'd taught him to catch a baseball and how to drive a car, who needed help learning how to send text messages and had no idea what Twitter was, as a sexual being on par with his mother.

Of course, he understood that his very existence was testament to his father's sexuality.

But it was one thing to know that, in some distant past, his father had squirted his seed into his mother. It was another altogether to accept that his father was immortal, supernaturally attractive, and so well-hung that he made Kurt look like a newborn.

"It's okay. Really," his mother said, taking his hand in hers.

The warmth of her skin against his made him shudder.

He nodded.

Still holding his hand, his mother led him into her bedroom.

Inside, they found much what he'd expected to find. His father was lying flat on his back, and Olivia was riding him with abandon.

Somewhat less expected was the fact that his father was handcuffed to the headboard and his sister was holding a leather crop in one hand. Perhaps even more unexpected, his sister was wearing a collar and had red marks on her ass that suggested that she'd been in the submissive position not long ago.




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Had it been Eric, he might not have been surprised. His cousin was a man's man. And he'd suspected that his sister had a thing for him even before he realized that he belonged to a family of incest-addicts. But their father? Their sensitive, polite, sometimes stern but usually not, father? Olivia had submitted to him? Let him spank her and collar her and do whatever other demeaning things to her that Kurt couldn't bring himself to name?

His dick tried to absorb more blood. To swell larger, grow harder.

Fuck.

Kurt was so aroused that it hurt. In the most delightful way.

"Already?" Liv asked, without slowing her hip movements.

"Glernfld jeninzus," their father mumbled.

Which, presumably, was supposed to come out as, "Good of you to join us."

Only then did Kurt realized that his father was gagged.

Liv reached down and took whatever it was out of his mouth and tossed it aside. Then, after a few more emphatic thrusts, sighed and climbed off her father. She plopped down on the bed beside him, folding her hands beneath what passed for breasts, and feigned a smile at Kurt. "Yes. Good of you to join us."

Kurt gave his mother's hand a squeeze, as if to let her know that he was okay, then pulled his hand free. She gave him a faint grin, ruffled his hair, then rested her hand on his back.

His father slipped into a pair of boxers and then climbed out of bed.

The difference between his father's true appearance and that of his mortal guise was more pronounced than was true of Olivia, yet nowhere near as dramatic as was the case with their mother. Unlike his wife, the real him didn't seem to be twenty or so years younger than Kurt was used to. Rather, he seemed to be of an indeterminate age.

Well, so did his mother. If you looked closely enough, you could tell that she didn't really have the face of a woman in her twenties. But you did need to look close to notice.

Not so his father. There were more than just hints of maturity in his face. Though, in his case, it was only in the best sense of that term. His thick blonde hair was flecked with silver rather than being mostly gray. His face had deep grooves in it. But they now looked like lines carved out of marble, so firm was his skin otherwise. The wrinkles only made him look rugged, not old. Overall, everything about him was firmer and tighter. He also had a deep bronze complexion in this form, like Kurt and Olivia. Not the otherworldly gold that characterized his mother's skin, mind. Just a healthy tan that his father had rarely ever exhibited before, save when they went on vacation.

Yet, if his father's face hadn't changed as dramatically as his mother's, his body had.

The mortal version was tall and relatively thin, yet had something of a beer gut. The man that stood before Kurt now was leaner and stronger. Not bulky, to be sure. He wasn't even as built as Nick, let alone Eric. But he was still a whole lot more muscular than Kurt was used to. More muscular than Kurt, for that matter. Not that Kurt was big. But it seemed strange that the both of them were built like bean poles so far as the outside world was concerned, but his father was a good deal more muscular than him now that he'd dropped his disguise. Kurt was beautifully toned, and had a little bit of mass. His father was no less sculpted, but had bigger shoulders, rounder biceps, and a broader back.

Of course, Kurt had no right to complain. He was new at this. And, as his sister had explained, he could alter his body as much as he wanted, once he got stronger and more experienced. Besides, without him even trying, his faint six pack had become a perfect eight pack, and his chest and arms had filled out nicely.

Still, it was hard to look at his father and not be a little jealous.

And he hadn't even seen what his father was hiding between his legs yet.

Not that he wanted to, really. But he was a little curious, after the comments Liv had made. He was almost expecting to find a damn tree trunk.

"Happy birthday," his father said, offering him a hand.

Kurt shook it. He'd never known his father's grip to be so firm. Nor his palms to be rough. After feeling those callouses, if you'd guessed that the guy did hard labor for a living rather than tapping away at a keyboard while sipping lattes, you could be forgiven.

And his face!

Kurt just couldn't get over it. He'd never seen a face like it. The more he thought about it, the less his father's face reminded him of etched marble and the more it evoked hardwood. Men as old as he sort of appeared to be tended to have droopy skin, heavy brows and loose chins. His father was instead gnarled, tough, weathered, and handsome. Not young or beautiful, to be sure. But women who watched House just for Hugh Laurie would suddenly realize how pathetic that was if they took a single look at Kurt's father.

No wonder his sister was so impressed. If Kurt was into guys, he'd have been desperate to fuck his father too. He wouldn't describe what he was feeling as genuine attraction, not of a sexual nature, but it was the first time in Kurt's life that he'd ever even felt the need to tell himself that what he was feeling wasn't that.

And it was also the first time he felt self-conscious in quite that way when he noticed another guy looking him up. Ordinarily, when another guys eyes traveled down to his feet then back up to his face, he assumed they were either judging his fashion sense or evaluating whether they could take him in a fight. But his father wasn't doing either of those things.

He pretty obviously couldn't be doing the former. Not since Kurt was stark naked.

Had he somehow forgotten that?

Suddenly, he wanted to cover the manhood that no one in the family seemed to be impressed by. And he wasn't sure whether he was glad that he was hard, or ashamed of his erection. Was it weird that he'd just shaken his father's hand, and was staring into his father's gray eyes, yet the boner his mother and sister had inspired remained?

If anything about his inferior form made an impression on his father, it didn't show. Thankfully. His father nodded to himself and said, "How've these ladies been treating you?"

Kurt gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh... good, I guess."

"You guess}?" Olivia asked.

His mother gave him an amused smirk.

"Really good," he hastened to add.

"Good," his father declared, adding another nod, this one more emphatic.

"Bit of a slow learner, but I tried to be patient," Liv said.

His father laughed. "Don't mind her. You know how she is."

Right. He had lots of experience with his sister's penchant for belittling his sexual prowess after they'd made love for hours.

For fuck's sake.

It all seemed so right. Like everything in his life had been leading up to this moment. Yet, at the same time, if he were to wake up and realize it had all been a dream, that would have made sense too. Everything was unfolding exactly the way he'd expect it to, if he were to expect his family to suddenly reveal that they were all about incest. The jokes his sister was making about him practically wrote themselves, after all.

But what the fuck was he doing, standing naked beside a golden goddess that was apparently his mother, talking to a young-but-also-old, hyper-sexualized version of his father?

"You've gotta understand, different women want different things. Your sister will try to tell you that all women want their men to be really aggressive and dominant. Real alpha males. That's not true. But if you want to impress her, you better learn to walk that walk."

Kurt's mother ran her hands up and down his back.

"If you want to satisfy your mother, though, it's the delicate touch that'll serve you best. Isn't that right, dear?"

"No one wants their guy too timid," she said. "But, yeah. Confidence, good. Aggression, bad. A little subtlety, patience, and attentiveness? I'll melt in your mouth."

Kurt looked over at her, swallowing the lump in his throat. Curious choice of words.

"I'll remember that," he said.

With a smile, she tapped his nose. "See that you do."

"Yeah, yeah," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. "And it's not the size of the boat that counts, it's the motion of the ocean. Blah blah blah. Gag me. Can we get back to it now?"

Their father laughed. "Okay, little lady. Since you're so eager. Why don't you come over here and suck both me of us off?" Then he turned to his wife. "Maybe round-robin?"

"Sure," she said. Reaching out, she tapped the lump in his boxers with the tip of one slender, golden finger. "But only cuz I kinda like you."

Kurt wasn't sure what "round-robin" meant, but he suspected that he'd be okay with it.

Turned out it meant that the two women would kneel facing each other, while the two guys would stand to either side of them, also facing each other. Then each woman would grab hold of each dick, one in either hand, and take turns sucking the one to her right then her left then her right again, until both guys came.

To start off, Kurt's mother blew him while his sister pleasured their father. But the women switched back and forth frequently, and Kurt had ample opportunity to compare their respective styles.

Unsurprisingly, Olivia was more aggressive. And more of a tease. Whenever he started to really enjoy himself, Liv would take him out of her mouth, smile up at him, then start to put him back in only to take him right back out. Every time Kurt told her she was evil, she giggled and redoubled her efforts. When she wasn't withholding the pleasures of her mouth, she was torturing him. She threatened to bite down hard a few times, just to see him recoil and hear him gasp. His sister sucked on his balls almost as often as she did his cock. And when she wasn't sucking on them, she was fondling them vigorously with the tips of her fingers. It was almost more than he could bear. If she'd amplified his senses even a little while devoting so much attention to his testicles, he might well have blacked out.

His mother's approach was almost as different as could be. She certainly wasn't timid. And she seemed to genuinely enjoy deepthroating. But for the most part, she simply applied delicate but steady stimulation to his head, using her lips and her tongue in equal measures.

There was no doubt that Olivia could give head just as well as her mother could, if she'd wanted to. She just didn't seem to be in that kind of mood anymore. Only a little earlier that night, she'd given him a most enjoyable blowjob. But now she was more focused on amusing herself than pleasuring him.

Frustrating, and occasionally terrifying, as it was, he was almost thankful for his sister's antics. It kept him from busting a nut too soon. And he already had reason enough to feel inferior to his father. He at least hoped he could hold out as long as him.

He didn't stare at his father's package too long. Not just because that would have made him uncomfortable, but because the sights awaiting him when he looked down between his own legs were impossible to ignore. But all the same, he got a good look at his competition.

And the truth was, there was none.

His father wasn't as large as the fake penises they used in big dick porn. The overly rubbery things that looked as much like snakes as they did dicks. But he wasn't exactly modest in size either. He had at least an inch, and probably two, in Kurt. And there was an even bigger difference in terms of girth. He was almost like a damned soda can.

Though Olivia and their mother were both doing their best to pleasure him, whereas only one of the two was making any effort to satisfy Kurt, his father still outlasted him. But not by so much that Kurt was embarrassed.

No, the real embarrassment came when his father came. So to speak.

Kurt had served his mother what he'd thought a respectable amount of jizz. After watching his father fill Olivia's mouth to overflowing, then do the same for his wife, then shoot a few ropes onto each woman's face, he realized how mistaken he'd been. At first, he'd thought little of it, thinking that the women would find it a bit awkward, if not downright gross. But he was mistaken about that as well.

Which shouldn't have surprised him. Neither his sister nor his mother tasted like ordinary women. He could only assume that neither he nor is father tasted like regular men either.

He resolved then to learn to use his powers to grow a big dicker and produce more cum.

Liv and their mother swallowed their respectful mouthfuls of cum, wiped the rest off their faces, and snowballed those remnants back and forth a few times. As they did, Kurt's father asked, "How much will it freak you out if these lovely ladies wanted to take turns having both of us inside them at once?"

Kurt shrugged. "Fine by me."

His sister laughed as she got back to her feet. She and their mother used their powers for a quick and thorough clean-up. All sign of their father's spunk was gone.

"I don't think he gets it, Daddy." She turned to Kurt. "He doesn't mean spitroasting. He means one in the pink, one in the stink."

"Oooh," Kurt said.

He should have guessed. What with the way Olivia had dildoed herself earlier with his baseball bat while he'd fucked her in the ass.

His mother wanted that too?

She looked at him expectantly. Nothing in her facial expression indicated that there was a right answer to that question. But if she didn't want it, she'd have said so.

"That's fine too," he said, feeling a little awkward.

He'd felt every stroke of the baseball bat earlier. It hadn't been entirely unpleasant, even if it made for a strange visual. But that was an inanimate object. When it was another guy's dick that he was feeling, would that be too weird for him?

What the hell. They were all family. A seriously fucked up family, but he was enjoying everything else about that. No reason to spoil the fun now.

So before the night was through, Kurt and his father double-penetrated both his sister and his mother. And the others taught him a few other interesting group activities.

Including some that involved five or six participants. Because, he soon learned, everyone but him had the ability to wear two bodies at once.

Damn, but he had a lot to learn.

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 Scene 5 

Setting: Nick's apartment in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 1.

POV: Veronica

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At first, Nick sat back and watched her and Glenn. She was simultaneously grateful for the opportunity to work her way up to trying to pleasure two guys at once yet also mad at him for leading her into the forest and not being there to at least hold her hand.

But soon enough, Veronica forgave her brother for that.

Glenn was not an especially talented lover. But she was just so damn horny that it wouldn't have taken much to get her off. And Glenn was competent enough. A bit impatient and perhaps a slight bit controlling, but not overbearing.

He had a decent body, a slightly larger than average cock, and impressive stamina. Best of all, he stared at her with a hunger she'd never before dared to think she might inspire.

Or maybe it wasn't so much the look in his eyes.

She was pretty sure that she was sensing his sexual energy on a metaphysical level. As a mere mortal, his Libido was a modest affair. And Veronica wasn't nearly as talented as her brother at reading them. But that was probably the real reason she had a powerful impression that he desired her intensely.

When Nick finally joined them, she sucked her brother's cock into her mouth eagerly. His thick helmet ordinarily took some effort to wrap her mouth around. But she was so wrapped up in the moment that she didn't even stop to think about how big he was. Just opened her mouth wide, wrapped her lips around his foreskin, and set to work using her tongue on the underside of his head for a bit before swallowing more of his long shaft.

Meanwhile, Glenn was holding her hips like handles and putting his more modest cock to work filling her vagina. Veronica had been a little disappointed with his size at first, but just at the moment, she was glad that he wasn't too big. She wasn't sure she'd be able to focus on giving Nick a decent blowjob if she'd been concentrating on accommodating a monster.

It didn't surprise her that Glenn pulled out and shot his load on her back before she herself got off. Nick wouldn't have finished before her. But her brother was no mere mortal. Given his disadvantage in that respect, Glenn had performed ably enough. He hadn't gotten her off, but he'd brought her close.

After Veronica swallowed a mouthful, and then some, of her brother's nutty jizz, she told the boys to switch places.

It took her a while to get Glenn hard again. She'd forgotten that not all guys could perform on endlessly on demand the way her brother could. And trying to suck on a limp dick was more than a little awkward. But her brother was giving it to her so good, she didn't take much time to dwell on that.

"That's it," Glenn said, running his fingers through her hair. "Getting there."

Right. Getting there.

What a loser.

Meanwhile, Veronica was "getting there" herself. Nick was so big. For the most part, he slid back and forth without taking his fat head out. But every now and then, he'd exit completely then push that fat knob past her entrance once more. Every single time he did, she came close to collapsing.

Words could not describe how good it felt to have that thing pull out and push back in. All her most sensitive parts got the attention they needed when he did.

Though Nick's cock punished her more severely than Glenn's did, he was gentle with his hands. He held her hips, but didn't squeeze them. They occasionally caressed her ass, or delivered light taps, but never smacked her harder than she'd have been comfortable with. He also didn't forget to reach down and around to give her clitoris some loving.

In short, there was no sense in which Nick was not the superior lover.

But that didn't surprise her.

And she wouldn't go so far as to say that she wished Glenn had actually gone to the club after all. Given how nervous she'd been initially, she was surprised at how much she was enjoying being the center of attention from two guys. It made her feel that much sexier.

Nick had once complained to her that it wasn't easy having just two guys in a house with four women. That threesomes were more work than he'd ever imagined. That had made a real impression on her. Men didn't typically refer to sex as "work."

She'd assumed that if a guy could find it overwhelming to be with two women at once then surely a woman would difficulty pleasuring two men.

Stupid.

If not for society's arbitrary standards about gender roles and attitudes towards sex, she'd never have labored under such an illusion. Men were supposedly hornier, and more focused on conquering as many partners as possible. For Nick to say that he didn't really enjoy threesomes, then, must have meant that threesomes were, general, more trouble than they were worth. But men and women were built differently. And most men thought that if they weren't using their dick, they weren't really tending to a woman's needs. Nick was better than most in that respect, but even he underestimated the power of his tongue to some degree. He knew how to use it. Very, very well. But he was still under the impression that their mother was unique in thinking that he should put that skill to use as often as possible, without always thinking of it as a precursor to the main event.

No one seemed to think that a woman could only tend to a man's needs in one way though. In fact, most men complained that women were too reluctant to perform oral sex.

So when she took one guy in her mouth and allowed the other to fuck her, Veronica had no concerns that the guys might feel like there wasn't enough of her to go around.




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Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

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

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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 Cast of Characters

 Gabriela : Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.

 Jennifer : Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.

 Eric : Gabriela's son. POV character.

 Nick : Jennifer's son. POV character.

 Patty : Gabriela's daughter. POV character.

 Veronica : Jennifer's daughter. POV character.

 Annie : Jennifer's daughter.

 Wes : Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.

 Zoey : Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.

 Olivia : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.

 Kurt : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character.

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 Scene 1 

Setting: Local coffee shop. The day after the events of Chapter 3.

POV: Nick

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"I mean, he's got to be our dad, right?"

"Does it sound like I'm disagreeing?" Nick asked.

Lest the words come across more harshly than he'd intended them, he reached across the short cafe table and took Veronica's hand in his.

She smiled at him. The primary impression he got from her Libido was still one of fear that was barely being kept in check, but for a brief instant, something like contentment came to the fore. Maybe even stronger than contentment.

That caused him to have a similar reaction.

In a matter of days, his whole world had changed. He wasn't sure exactly how or why. Or, more appropriately, he wasn't sure why it hadn't happened earlier. But he'd discovered feelings for Veronica that he'd thought he'd had for their mother. Looking back, that had felt like a childish crush. Or a Freudian obsession. Or both.

Not that Mom-Jay wasn't incredibly attractive. She most certainly was. But he'd never get from her what his sister had been quietly, patiently, looking to give him all along. Genuine affection. Companionship. Mutual desire, and not strictly in a physical sense. Something deeper and more meaningful.

He hadn't stopped having sex with his mother. Mom-Jay had noticed the changes in her two children, and she'd been deeply alarmed. Not because she was jealous or anything. But because it was anathema among their kind to form the kinds of bonds the two of them were quickly forming. She'd pulled the two of them aside and read them the riot act. At the same time, lurking beneath the anger and fear in his mother's Libido, he'd sensed excitement.

And perhaps even pride.

Mixed as the message was, it still seemed clear enough to Nick. Reading between the lines, he understood his mother to be saying that they should proceed carefully. That they were pushing up against one of our most sacred customs. But so long as they were discreet, and continued to take other lovers into their beds, they'd have her blessing.

So they'd done just that.

They still slept with other people from time to time. And they were as careful as their hearts allowed them to be not to give Annie any reason to think her older brother in sister were not only sleeping together, but seriously falling for each other. But when they could, they courted each other more vigorously than either had ever pursued anyone.

At the moment, they were on a coffee date. Holding hands and acting couplely in public made him nervous. Not everyone was as blind or willfully ignorant as Glenn, who he now suspected really didn't think Veronica was his sister. But the risk of confusing or even shocking people gave him thrills and chills that were more than a little addictive.

"I know you're not," his sister said with a sigh. "I'm just thinking out loud, I guess."

"That's fine. I like watching your mind work." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "It's pretty fucking hot, actually."

Veronica blushed and averted her eyes.

"Anyway," she said, clearing her throat. "Let's recap. He's obviously from the Homelands. Glowing eyes. Appearing and disappearing. Indeterminate age. All points to the supernatural. And absent any other information, it only makes sense to assume that he's not just from any old place in the Homelands, but Summer specifically."

"Check and check," Nick said.

"If that was all we had to go on, that wouldn't tell us much. Especially since we don't know anything about who's who in Summer."

Strangely, when she said that, he caught a flicker of guilt in her Libido.

Veronica knew more about Summer than she was letting on. He didn't know how much more, or where she'd gotten her information, but she was definitely keeping a secret.

He wished he hadn't picked up on that. It made him feel dirty. Like he'd violated her privacy. If she was keeping something from him, she undoubtedly had her reasons. And she had every right to keep the fact that she was keeping secrets itself a secret.

Of course, he was more than a little curious.

But he pushed the thought away.

"But Mom-Gee's reaction was pretty telling."

"Agreed."

"So it's someone she knows. Which, of course, doesn't mean much, since, unlike us, she's spent time there."

"But she definitely looked like she felt betrayed," Nick added.

His sister might not have picked up on that. When he said that Mom-Gee had "looked" that way, he was speaking of her Libido.

"Right," she said. "Given that she's only got the one living family member left, and it definitely wasn't Uncle Wes, that really only leaves dear old dad."

Nick was tempted to ask how she knew that Mom-Gee didn't have any other family. But she sounded pretty confident in the claim. He didn't think she'd simply neglected to consider the possibility that there were other members of House Moody back in Summer.

House Moody.

It still sounded weird. Their whole lives, they'd thought Mom-Gee's and Uncle Wes' last name was Maxwell, and Mom-Jay's Harris. Making them Nick and Veronica Maxwell-Harris. Except they weren't. They were Nick and Veronica of House Hardt.

That too was a revelation of Veronica's that she hadn't bothered to explain. He'd judged from her Libido that she'd have found it impossible to refuse if he'd asked for one, but she was more than a little grateful that he hadn't. So he took her at her word on that, and any other time she evinced a mysterious knowledge of the world neither of them had ever visited.

"Seems pretty persuasive to me," he said.

"Not an airtight argument," she admitted.

"No, but given the information we have, it makes more sense than anything else."

"Exactly," she said, rubbing his leg with a bare foot.

That sent a bolt of electricity through him.

It wasn't fair how the lightest touch from her could get him so excited. But, sure enough, that little gesture was enough to make his shorts feel one size too small.

"You don't think he means us any harm, do you?"

Nick shrugged.

Mom-Gee's reaction certainly didn't suggest she was worried about custody battles.

"Why wait til we're grown up then?" Veronica asked.

"Good question."

"Meaning you don't have a good answer?"

Nick laid a finger against his nose.

Veronica giggled.

They started at each other in silence for a moment before suddenly remembering their lukewarm beverages.

After setting her paper cup back down, Veronica said, "He's just trying to scare us."

"To what end?"

Not that he doubted her conclusion. It seemed pretty clear that their father was doing precisely that. And if it wasn't his intention to do so, he must not have been a very clever man. There were only so many ways people tended to react to finding a face staring in at them through the window while they were having sex.

"Maybe he's afraid we might make a play for the throne?"

There was a throne? And they had a claim to it? Or was it not based on bloodlines?

How did she know these things, anyway?

"Is he the king then?"

"How should I know?" she said.

Nick had to force himself not to laugh at that one.

"My... source... is a little out of date," she said.

"Fair enough," Nick said.

"So what do we do?" Veronica asked.

"Ignore him. And stay away from the throne. Nothing else we can do, for now."

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 Scene 2 

Setting: Nearby motel. A few days after the events of Chapter 3.

POV: Gabriela

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It was almost 2pm. The boys would start arriving soon.

Gabriela took a long drag of her cigarette. She hadn't smoked in years. Jennifer thought it was disgusting. She tried to explain that they didn't exactly have to worry about lung cancer or anything like that, being immortal, but her wife's reaction was purely visceral. And, after the first month at any rate, she hadn't really missed it.

But she seemed to be nervous all the time, of late. Partly because of Eric, in fairness.

But mostly because of her dickhead ex.

"Hello, Gabby."

Speaking of the damn devil.

"Don't call me that," she said.

She'd always preferred Gabriela. But she'd grown fond of the nickname back when they were together. Someday, she hoped Eric might call her that. But it was not a name she wanted to hear again until then. Especially not from him.

He didn't so much as acknowledge her request. Just popped into view and reached out to take her cigarette from her and light one of his own with it before returning it to her.

The asshole had been standing there the whole time. Invisible.

Did he have nothing better to do than tail her and her family around all fucking day?

"You look," she started, eyeing him up and down, "like shit."

Hank snickered. "Been a rough couple of months."

He really did though. She wasn't just saying it to be rude. He'd never been quite as attractive as most of the men of their kind. But neither had he been unattractive. Just sort of average. For their kind. Which put him well beyond most mortal men. If it had been the way he carried himself that had attracted her to him more than anything, his actual appearance hadn't done too much to work against that.

Now, though, he looked old. Haggard. And his face for several new scars.

His eyes were as arresting as ever. And he positively exuded confidence. But neither of those things was having quite the same effect on her that they'd once had.

She wished she could say they weren't having any effect at all, but at least she'd broken free of the spell he'd cast over her.

"I hear harassing kids is hard work."

He smiled lazily as he blew out smoke rings. The last puff formed a dragon that crawled through the rings from his first few exhalations.

Fucking Hank and fucking dragons.

That reminded her. She looked to see that he was indeed still carrying the same cane. Granted, now he was closer to looking old enough to need it, but it still stood out.

As did that damn bowler hat.

"So's raising them. But that's another story."

She raised an eyebrow. "Got yourself yet another family, have you?"

"That came later," he said.

Wow. That stung more than it should have.

"Takes them a while to learn to keep their talons to themselves, huh?" she asked, dragging a finger along her cheek.

Hank touched the scar that she'd been staring at. "Something like that."

"Even longer to stop chewing on their tails."

He winced. "So. I gather you and the other one have gotten my message?"

The other one. Wouldn't Jennifer just love to hear him say that.

"What message is that, exactly?"

"Phil says `hi."'

"Right. Send His Majesty our regards."

One corner of Hank's mouth twisted up in a faint grin. For just a moment, his teeth were yellow and sharp. Then they were back to pearly white and flat.

"Seriously, Hank. You can't think we're going to make trouble? We didn't think we were strong enough to stand against House Bravo on our own before. The last thing we'd do is pick a fight with him now that you've pledged House Fisher to the throne."

The father of her children inhaled deeply, causing the cherry at the tip of his cigarette to go from red to orange to yellow. Then he blew out a few more smoke rings. No more dragons though. At long last, he said, "I know. But he doesn't want to hear it. He's paranoid."

Gabriela pursed her lips. Was he going for a one man good-cop, bad-cop routine?

Apparently so.

Hank rested a hand on her shoulder. "Look, Gabby, I just want to keep things on an even keel. I've already stood up to him more than I should."

She raised an eyebrow.

He looked away, and his hand left her shoulder.

If she wasn't mistaken, her skepticism actually hurt him.

Of course, she probably was mistaken. The man was a master manipulator. He even knew how to make his Libido exhibit emotions he wasn't feeling. He'd never admitted as much, but she was sure of it. For that reason, she refused to even read it anymore.

"C'mon, Hank. Am I supposed to think you're my friend?"

"No," he said. "But the world isn't black and white. I may not be someone you should count as an ally, but that doesn't mean you have to think of me as the enemy."

Damn. There he went talking sense again.

"If I went to you and asked, pleaded with you, to do everything that you could to avoid arousing the king's suspicion, what do you think Jennifer's reaction would be?" He paused a moment before adding, "She'd set out to become our next queen, wouldn't she?"

Gabriela snickered.

Not exactly, but close. And once upon a time, that might even have been the case. These days, though, the more likely case was that she'd start dreaming of seeing Nick on the throne, and herself as Shadow. Or maybe she'd even be okay with giving that honor to Veronica, if the last few days were any indication.

But Hank's point still stood.

What if Hank actually did want to them? He'd pretty much have to try to scare them.

Or, try to scare Jennifer, that is. And then come to her separately and play nice guy. Adopt an apologetic, even nostalgic, tone.

Fuck.

She shouldn't believe him. The bastard could sell sand to the Saudis. But she just couldn't see any other way of explaining his recent behavior.

"Believe me, or don't," he said, turning away from her to lean against the rail overlooking the motel parking lot. The cigarette was wedged between his fingers, emitting a wispy trail of smoke as it continued to smolder. "All I'll say is that your children might never have seen puberty, let alone initiation, if some other guy had been Shadow."

So that was his price for leaving them. Phil had made him Shadow.

"Is that where the scars came from?"

"Some of them," he said. "Of course, I could make them go away, if I wanted to. But I wear them as a reminder to His Majesty that fire cannot hurt a dragon."

"He tried to-"

Hank spun back around abruptly. His green eyes locked onto hers.

"I told you he's paranoid. What I didn't tell you is that he hasn't gone completely off the reservation yet. If you don't give him any reason to fear you, he can be talked out of indulging his more ruthless whims." His hand went to her shoulder again. He had such a firm grip that even when he was trying to be gentle, she could still feel his magnificent strength. "If you need to fear him, fear him. If you need to trust me when I say he's still relatively sane, then trust me. Whatever it takes. Just promise me that you'll watch your step when you return. And that you'll see to it that Jenny and her brood do the same."

Jenny.

She hadn't heard that name in a long time either.

She'd hated it even more than she'd hated Gabby.

"Why?"

"Because I'm trying to hold the damn court together," he said with a laugh.

That probably should have stung. But he hadn't even lied. He told her not to think of her as an ally. There was no concern for her or Jennifer or their children to be found here. For Hank, it was just politics. As it always had been.

Yes, he'd casually tossed around some old pet names. But what of it? Could she even assume that he'd given any thought to the effect that would have on her? For all he knew, his former wives still called each other Gabby and Jenny. As they had, for a time, after he'd taken to calling them by those names.

"And the last thing you need is a feud between any of the major houses?"

"We all know what the outcome would be," he said. "You didn't hear me say that I might not be entirely averse to seeing His Majesty's rule come to an end. But since that's not how it would end anyway, I'd just as soon avoid the bloodbath. And be spared the opportunity to find out whether he'd try again to order me to spill the blood of my own children."

What was there to say to that? Hank only cared about what was best for him. But, for now, looking out for himself meant looking out for them too.

"So. Do you promise?" he asked.

Gabriela stared into his emerald eyes. Remembered the night they'd conceived Eric. The lights were out, and the moon was behind the clouds. The only light in the room had been her husband's glowing eyes. And they'd flickered for just an instant as he passed a little piece of himself into her along with his semen.

She'd cried tears of joy that night. Had felt complete for the first time in her life.

It was Eric that had made her feel that way. She realized that now. But at the time, she'd thought that her politically motivated marriage had turned out to be something of a storybook romance after all.

That had been an illusion. But Hank had given her the greatest gift in her life. And now he was offering to help her keep it.

She nodded.

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 Scene 3 

Setting: Nearby motel. Shortly after Scene 2.

POV: Eric

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"I'm telling you, man, she's real."

"Uh huh," Eric said. "You realize I'm just coming along so I can laugh in your face when we're the only ones in that room."

"We won't be," Andy said.

"Or she turns out to be a tranny."

"No fucking way, man," his friend said.

Eric rolled his eyes.

They pulled into the motel parking lot. Kenny's car was already there.

The three of them hardly saw each other anymore, even when Eric came back from school. Not that he was all that far away even during the school year. Just on the other side of the city, really. Truth was, the reason he hardly ever saw the guys he used to play football with was that they hadn't changed a bit since high school. And this little escapade proved that.

Not that Eric was any less obsessively focused on getting laid. But he got better tail these days. Even when he wasn't fucking the goddesses of his family. Not since back when he and Andy and Kenny all wore the same jersey had Eric hooked up with a girl who had a kid waiting for her somewhere, being watched by a babysitter, while she was out getting drunk and picking up random guys. If the woman that had been sending Andy dirty text messages for the past couple of days was even real, Eric laid even odds that she was a crackwhore who'd popped out her first kid at the ripe old age of nineteen.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 04



Much as he loved Andy, he wasn't even sure he could say that such a class act would be beneath him. The past two years had not been kind to Andy. He'd been in and out of rehab, been kicked out of his house, and hardly ever seemed to have a job. Kenny's story wasn't as bleak, but he too would rank pretty far down the list of eligible bachelors from the point of view of the entitled bitches Eric brought home every other night at school.

Unless they wanted to go slumming, that was. To their credit, after all, both Andy and Kenny still looked like it was off-season in high school. They weren't in peak condition, but neither were they nearly as far away from it as he'd have expected.

Give them another five years, and that would be an entirely different story, of course.

But for now, they still had their youth and their looks.

So maybe, just maybe, some hot young thing really had been exchanging sexts with Andy. It struck Eric as unlikely, and he thought it suspicious that this "Downtown Abbey" had refused to send any pics, but he was perhaps a little less skeptical than he let on.

"So, remind me again, what exactly do you know for sure about this girl?"

"She's a freak," Andy said.

Which was exactly what Andy would say.

Eric scoffed at him, unbuckled his seat belt, and climbed out of the car.

"Dude, I'm telling you. She insisted, several times, that there be at least three of us."

"She looking to go airtight?" Eric asked.

Andy frowned. "Don't know. Didn't ask. Plus? Eww. No offense, bro, but I have no desire to get that close to you. Or Kenny."

"Me either. Just wondering what kind of freak we're talking."

"Banging three total strangers strike you as innocent?"

Eric shrugged.

He waited while Andy went in to the front desk. He came back a minute later, dangling an old-fashioned key in front of him. After all, this wasn't the kind of place that had upgraded to electronic locks and key cards.

"In the name she said it'd be under," Andy said.

"So far, so good," Eric said.

That wasn't really much of a revelation. If there wasn't actually a room waiting for them, Kenny would be standing out in the parking lot, waiting for them. If his car was here, but he was nowhere to be seen, there pretty much had to be a room.

At this point, there wasn't much reason to think they'd be stood up entirely. The other guys from the team were either too lazy or too broke to set up something like this just for a few laughs. And if it wasn't a prank, that meant there was a "Downtown Abby."

The question of whether Abby was a tranny, though, remained very much unresolved.

Andy opened the heavy red metal door and Kenny greeted them right there, hardly giving them room to step inside. "You guys aren't going to believe the body on this chick," he said as he pulled Andy in to a playful headlock.

Eric looked around the small room. It was exactly what you'd expect from the outside. Clean, cramped, and poorly decorated. A cheesy pastoral painting hung over the king-sized bed, which had a stereotypical floral patterned quilt. Of course, it wasn't really the accommodations he was most interested in.

"Those your friends?" a voice called from the bathroom. "Tell them I'll be right out."

Eric knew that voice.

It was his mother's.

Suddenly he understood why she'd giggled to herself just about every time she saw him the past couple of days. Why his phone had gone missing for an hour one afternoon, only to suddenly reappear while he was at the gym.

For a moment, he panicked, wondering what Andy would think when he saw his mother. Kenny had only been over Eric's house a few times, so he might not remember what his mother looked like. But Andy had been a regular for a while there. Especially when he'd gotten it into his head that Patty had a crush on him. Which she totally hadn't. There was no way he wouldn't remember what Gabriela looked like.

Then it hit him.

She obviously wouldn't have shown up wearing her mortal disguise.

It took a moment to arrive at that conclusion, because he was used to thinking that if they were outside the house, they had their masks on. After all, they weren't supposed to ever let anyone outside the family see their true appearances.

Then again, his mother's commitment to her own rules had been fading of late. So he really shouldn't have been too surprised. Even if they were about to break an even more important rule than the one about maintaining their disguises.

They could fuck each other as often as they wanted. And they were encouraged to keep up the illusion of having an ordinary sex life. Which meant sleeping with people outside the family from time to time. But the two were absolutely not supposed to go together.

If one of them happened to let their true appearance show every now and then, as they all knew happened, it wouldn't necessarily expose their secret. Especially if they only did so around people who wouldn't know the difference. So if Mom-Gee wanted to hook up with a few guys in their twenties while wearing the body of a woman no older than that herself, there was no real harm. But her son's friends? With him taking part?

That was really pushing things.

Of course, it wasn't anything Nick and Veronica hadn't done.

The fight between Mom-Gee and Mom-Jay that had followed that admission was one of the biggest Eric remembered them ever having. Granted, he got the sense that there was more going on than a disagreement about how to punish their children. It seemed like there were a few issues between the two of them that had been boiling beneath the surface for some time, waiting for something else to blow the lid off. But still. Sharing one another with mortals, especially mortals who they knew, was clearly a big fucking deal.

That as much as anything else had him hard as a rock.

His mother was so hot for him, so desperate to get him to pay more attention to him, that she was willing to throw all the rules out the window. That was fucking hot.

When she came out of the bathroom, he noticed that she hadn't actually broken the rule prohibiting them from showing their true selves to people outside the family.

She'd just opted to wear a different mortal disguise.

His mother wore a body that bore more than a passing resemblance to her real one, but was not quite as surreal. Her proportions were still, Eric suspected, biologically impossible. But they were right at the edge of what might occur in nature, rather than blatantly in defiance thereof. That made her less appealing, in his eyes, but she definitely did look good.

And way better than Andy or Kenny were used to, he was sure.

Her hips weren't quite as wide as he was used to, and her waist was more in line with what it should have been for a woman with such hips. Her breasts, while still large, were a little smaller, and a little saggier. Her skin was definitely leaning towards impossibly smooth, but she had just enough stretch marks, and in the right places, to create a sense of realism. In short, she appeared to be a relatively thin woman with some very generous curves.

The face she wore matched that image. She was pretty, but not quite gorgeous. The faint signs of maturity that helped remind him that he was fucking his mother were gone. And her hair had gone from blonde and curly to medium brown and straight.

It was a perfect disguise. She was hot enough to get Andy and Kenny worked up, but not so hot that they'd have any reason to suspect that she was in fact an immortal sex goddess. She looked enough like herself that there'd a faint hint of rebellion to it all. A sense that they were doing something they really shouldn't have been doing. Yet she looked different enough that even someone who'd seen pictures of her when she was younger, as Andy had, would have no reason to suspect who she really was.

"I'm Eric," he said, offering the brunette his hand.

"Abby," she said.

Like Gabby.

Maybe it would have clicked earlier if he'd ever heard his mother go by that nickname.

"Andy," his friend said, offering his hand as well.

"Well, hello, Andy. Nice to finally meet you."

Him, she gave a hug.

"So. What do you say we get you out of those clothes?" Andy asked.

Eric covered his face with one hand. Captain Subtlety, he was not.

"I was about to change, but I just had to meet you boys first," she said. Then she planted a kiss on Andy's cheek and disappeared back into the bathroom.

"Eh? Eh?" Andy said, looking at Eric.

"She's nice," he said.

"`Nice', he says." Kenny punched his upper arm. "Did you see those fucking tits?"

Eric shrugged. Best to keep up the act. "A bit thick for my tastes."

"You forget," Andy said. "Our boy here only accepts the finest ass UCLA has to offer."

"Well, yeah. Pretty much."

Kenny punched him again. A bit harder this time. "Dick."

By the time his mother rejoined them, they'd actually gotten around to talking about something other than sex. Which was depressing. In retrospect, Eric would have preferred not to know what his friends were up to these days.

In place of her loose-fitting khaki shorts and tank top, she now wore sheer black thigh-high stockings, red patent leather heels, lacy red panties, and a sheer black babydoll.

Damn, she looked good in it. Even with this more ordinary figure. How good would her actual curves look in that outfit?

As his mother put on a little show for them turning slowly in a circle and popping her ass out, it occurred to Eric that he'd just found himself wishing that his mother was curvier.

How long had he been trying to convince himself that he wasn't into curvy women? That Aunt Zoey was his his idea of perfect, and Olivia wasn't far behind?

Yet here he was, looking at an inferior version of his mother, and he was disappointed not with the slight bit of pudge in her stomach or her expanded waist or her stretch marks or anything like that. He just wanted to see her wear an outfit like with her hips and breasts at their fullest. Yes, he'd have appreciated the thinner waist, flatter stomach, and smoother skin. But that wasn't where his mind went first.

Andy and Kenny catcalled and whistled as she proceeded to do a little striptease. But neither she nor they had the patience to play that game for long. By the time she'd dropped her panties, Andy tackled her onto the bed. And she giggled and rained kisses down on him.

Eric had never had the opportunity to watch his mother work before. Not that he was getting the full effect now either, what with her divine form having been diminished. But it was captivating enough that he sat back and let his friends have all the fun for a while.

She was an absolute demon. In the very best sense of that term.

One of these days, he was going to have to get her to agree to let him watch her while she was herself. It wouldn't matter to him if it was Nick or Kurt or Uncle Wes who had the honor of seducing her in front of him. He just had to find out what it was like to watch her have sex. And then claim her as his own afterwards.

The way she worked her hips. The hunger with which she swallowed their cocks. The sounds she made as they did their best to pleasure her. It was all just so beautiful.

Watching his friends perform wasn't quite as uncomfortable as he'd feared either. In fact, there was something really fascinating about watching a bronze skinned beauty get skewered by a guy with skin as white as paper and one who was as dark as coffee. That Kenny was tall and built while Andy was short and lean only added to the study in contrasts.

If his mother seemed to favor Andy, that was probably because Andy was positively exuding desire for her. Eric got the impression that Andy might be willing to sell his kidneys to make this happen again. Kenny, on the other hand, was definitely enjoying himself, but didn't seem to be quite as overcome with excitement.

So after Kenny nutted in his mother's mouth, Eric relieved him.

"Think you can handle this?" he asked, waving his fat dick in front of her face.

It was pathetic that he cared, but he took pleasure in knowing that the meat pole his mother was about to suck was bigger than Kenny's. Of course, if he hadn't cheated, he wouldn't be getting the bug-eyed reaction from his mother that he was getting.

If the stereotype about black men was a myth, and he'd heard many times that it was, Kenny certainly wasn't proof of such. But what did it matter one way or the other anyway? He didn't really need to compete with the guy. And if he won any competition that he invented in his mind, it was only because he was an immortal sex god.

His mother tried to reply, but Andy was giving it to her so good that she couldn't manage anything but a sultry moan. Eric didn't wait for her to try again. Just guided his dick to her open mouth.

Fuck, but his mother knew how to give good head. Even distracted.

Granted, his cousin was a world-class dick sucker herself. But he'd actually told himself a few times before that one reason to prefer his cousin to his mother was that she was so good at oral sex. Now, he had to admit that he'd just been trying to rationalize his behavior. His mother might not necessarily be any better than Olivia, but she was definitely no worse.

Lest his friends get suspicious, he amplified his own sensitivity and made sure he shot a load into his mother's warm mouth after just a few minutes. And he made sure he went limp for a few minutes afterwards as well.

That gave Andy just enough time to finish up, pull out, and shoot his load onto her back. They all took a break after that, and his mother went and cleaned up. But as soon as she came back, Eric declared that he was ready for round two.

He loved taking his mother from behind. But she'd spent most of the time on all fours as it was. So he suggested that she ride him.

As she worked her hips, he found himself not just longing to be holding her real hips, but deeply frustrated that he wasn't. The hips "Abby" had were not modest. They were a good deal broader than Olivia's. But he still wished he was working with the real thing.

And her breasts?

Again, "Abby" was generously endowed. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted Gabby, not Abby. In all her glory.

Thankfully, her face wasn't so different. And her eyes were exactly the same. He stared into them intently while his hands explored her assets. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was fucking his mother, while his former teammates watched. And they didn't suspect a damned thing. Had no idea that they'd just made all the jokes they'd told back in high school about fucking his mother come true.

It was so many different kinds of wrong.

And it was driving him crazy.

"You like this babies?" his mother asked, pushing his hands tighter against her breasts.

"A bit small," he said.

Andy laughed. Assuming it was a joke.

His mother smiled.

He burned up some more energy, ramping her sensitivity up a few notches. As he did, he stepped up his game. Thrusting up into her two or three times as fast as she was bouncing down onto him. The bed creaked wildly, protesting against the abuse. Any faster, and Eric would have his friends wondering if he was human.

Especially if he kept that pace up for long.

Of course, having ensured that his mother felt every stroke with twice as much intensity, he didn't need to. She started cumming less than thirty seconds after he began the assault.

At that point, Kenny rejoined the party. Eric still hadn't gotten off, but he was content to let his mother finish him off orally.

After "Abby" brought first Kenny then Andy to climax for a second time, they decided the party was over. Everyone declared that they'd have loved to keep going, but couldn't have even if they tried. And two of them even meant it.

His mother told them that she was going to take another shower before leaving. So they all kissed her goodbye and left.

Eric texted his mother from the parking lot, telling her to stay there because he was going to come right back over after Andy dropped him off. She didn't reply until just before they pulled up in front of the house. Apparently, she really did take a shower.

And she'd played with herself while she did. Thinking of him all the while.

Or so she said. But he saw no reason to doubt her.

When he got back to the motel room, he found his mother, sans disguise.

Neither of them spoke a word. Just rushed into each other's arms and locked lips.

"You are an evil genius," he panted when he finally came up for air.

"Is that so?" she asked, giving him a wicked smile.

"I had no idea," Eric said.

She fretted at her lower lip. "The look on your face was exactly what I was hoping for."

He gave her fat ass a good slap, then left his hand there to squeeze it. She whimpered and gave her hips a shake, making her beautiful cans jiggle delightfully.

Yes, delightfully.

Fuck it.

He'd been in denial until now. Had wanted not to be attracted to her, out of some misguided belief that guys like him should prefer their women nice and petite. But he simply couldn't resist it any longer. His mother had the sexiest body he'd ever laid his hands on. And he wasn't going to take her for granted any more.

"So you had fun with `Abby?"'

"Not as much fun as I'm about to have with Gabby."

She looked like she was going to protest. But he didn't want to hear it. And something told him it would only have been because she felt like she should anyway. So he covered her mouth with his before she could say anything.

While still kissing her deeply, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. After he'd laid her down, he progressed from kissing her lips to her neck and ears then on down to her breasts. The big beauties that had been his sole source of nourishment as an infant.

To her surprise, he managed to bring his mother to climax while sucking on her nipples.

Then, to his, he decided to go down on her. For a good, long while. He didn't normally perform cunnilingus. And when he did, it was only in a perfunctory way. But he took his time eating his mother's pussy, relishing in her sweet taste. She had to give him a few pointers, reminding him that he hadn't put enough effort into figuring out what worked for her in the past. But with her guidance, he helped her experience an intense orgasm. One that gave him his first exposure to female ejaculation.

Eric gave his mother some time to recover.

Then he ordered her to get on all fours.

He didn't often give her orders. Not quite like that, at least.

But this time, it was definitely an order, and not a request.

She wasted no time in complying.

Before getting in position, he took a moment to drink her in. What the fuck was wrong with him, that he'd needed so long to admit to himself how incredibly attractive he found his mother? It wasn't that his preferences had done a complete 180. He still found Olivia more than a little attractive, and wished Zoey was more interested in him. But he could no longer tell himself that they were in a league of their own. Theirs was a different type of beauty. Neither better nor worse than his mother's.

Well, maybe worse, actually.

He gave his mother's ass a firm but not harsh slap, and watched the ripple travel across her impossibly smooth skin. The effect was hypnotic.

Finally, he crouched over her and slowly worked his throbbing member inside the place he'd begun his existence. She was so warm and moist and welcoming.

"Ungh, yeah, just like that," she moaned. "Mommy needs you inside her."

He tried to respond. But her warm embrace took his breath away.

Reaching down and forward, he cupped her huge breasts and held them gently, leaving them the freedom to sway as he slammed into her. Which he did. Fast, hard, and often.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 04



"Oh, fuck, baby," his mother grunted.

"Cum for me," he said, the way she so often asked of him. "I want to feel you dribbling down my sac. Want to feel your energy pouring into me."

As he said that, he picked up his pace. No mortal man could move that fast. And he was entering her at such an angle that most of the friction was targeting her G-spot. She shuddered and moaned and gasped, trying desperately to maintain some measure of control over her body. But it was a losing battle. He was pushing her inexorably towards the brink, and any moment now she would explode.

He needed that.

Needed to know that he could do for her what she did for him.

It was strange. For quite some time, she'd chased after him, and he'd alternated between leading her on and slipping away. But now that he looked back, as clear as it had been that she'd been desperate for his attention, he wasn't sure he could say he'd ever given her the loving she'd deserved.

One afternoon couldn't make up for that. But it could be a start.

He slowed down, making every thrust count. Each one got just a little bit more of a reaction from her. After a few of those, he tightened his grip on her breasts, working her nipples firmly between two fingers, and started sliding back and forth rapidly again. At the same time, he poured energy into her, amplifying her senses.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she howled, pressing her face into a pillow.

A monster orgasm overtook her. Inside, she began spasming. Her walls gripped him tight, released, then squeezed again. Which was enough to bring him to a climax of his own.

Eric felt like he'd ceased to exist as a physical entity. Or his consciousness had freed itself of its earthly prison. Something like that. All he knew was infinite ecstasy. There was no pain, no soreness, nothing but purest pleasure.

Ever so slowly, his mind returned to his body. He became aware of his surroundings once more. Of the dull ache in his back. Of soft flesh of his mother's breasts, cupped in his hands. Of the awkward yet pleasurable sensation that came form his balls working overtime to pump his cum into his mother's womb. Of the sticky, warm fluid dribbling out of her vagina after he'd filled her up.

And, for a very brief instant, he felt something he couldn't quite describe. Whatever it was, it took place on another level of reality. It was like their Libidos joined together, and there ceased to be any meaningful distinction between the energy that resided within her versus that which lay within him. They were one being, spiritually if not physically.

You'd think after an experience like that, they'd call it an afternoon.

You'd be wrong. They were, in fact, just getting started.

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 Scene 4 

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. A few hours after Scene 3.

POV: Gabriela

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So thoroughly satiated by the incredible afternoon with Eric, Gabriela had a hard time being as bothered by her encounter with Hank as she should have been. There was a part of her mind that kept insisting that she needed to figure out what she was going to tell Jennifer, who would be absolutely furious with her if she told the truth. But it was only a faint voice that spoke of such concerns. Easy to ignore.

"Gabby" had finally conquered Eric, and made him hers. Completely.

Conquered him so thoroughly, in fact, that they'd broken the bed in the hotel, as well as the bed she shared with Jennifer after they got home. She'd been awful tempted to leave them broken, as testament to her son's passion for her. But in the end, she fixed both.

That wasn't all though.

On top of destroying two beds, she'd milked her son dry. She hadn't meant to, of course, but she just couldn't get enough of his loving. So now she stood in the kitchen, going through the motions of preparing dinner, and feeling like she was walking on air, while her son was upstairs, sound asleep. And likely to remain there for some time.

As the remainder of the afternoon faded away though, and her afterglow slowly faded, she became increasingly concerned about what to say to Jennifer. If she didn't convince her wife that she'd made sure that Hank wouldn't harass any of their children again, there'd be another fight. Likely even worse than the last one. Which had been a real doozy itself. On the other hand, if she told her that she'd had a pleasant chat with Hank and he'd assured her that he was looking out for their best interests, Jennifer just might go ballistic.

Of course, that wasn't what she'd tell her. But it would be what the little brunette would hear if she recounted the interaction faithfully.

Would Jennifer believe her if she said that she'd threatened Hank and he'd backed down?

Gabriela herself wouldn't.

There were forces in this world before which Hank would bend rather than break. King Phil of House Bravo was one such.

Gabriela of House Moody was decidedly not.

And anyone who knew Hank would know that. They'd have to.

But something told her that her wife was hoping to hear exactly that story all the same. Would accept nothing less, if only because of her limitless disdain for their former husband.

What a shitty position to find herself in.

She really hated lying to her wife. There had been instances in the past where she'd done so. But never over something as big as this.

Most of the things she'd lied about, she could probably confess to at this point and trust that Jennifer wouldn't even care. But not this. If she lied about Hank and Jennifer ever discovered the truth, there'd be no way that she'd forgive her. She might even end the alliance between House Moody and House Hardt.

No, there was no use avoiding it.

She had to tell the truth.

It would be messy. And painful. No question about it. Jennifer would scream and yell and maybe even throw things at her. But after she vented, for a good long while mind, she'd see reason. After all, she'd would mostly be upset to hear that Gabriela had been reasonably polite to Hank. Had listened to what he had to say, and hadn't told him what a vile, soulless, despicable fucker he was. And maybe Hank was all those things. Perhaps he never would have abandoned his two wives and the five children he'd given them otherwise. But ultimately, Gabriela hadn't agreed to anything that wasn't already a good idea, and she'd guaranteed that Hank would stop terrorizing them. If Jennifer was going to lose some measure of respect for her over the way she'd handled it, so be it. But she wouldn't sabotage the agreement. She'd agree that they'd all be better off if they kept their heads down until the induction ceremony was over, then came straight back to the Playground and did their best to uphold the customs of the court and their vows of fealty to the king.

Gabriela wasn't looking forward to it. But she knew she'd made the right decision. Better this than to risk watching her wife tear down everything they'd built together.

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 Scene 5 

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Early in the morning on Annie's eighteenth birthday.

POV: Nick

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"So let me get this straight," Annie said. "You've both met our father?"

"Well, I'm not sure `met' is quite the word," Nick said.

Eric snorted.

"You know what I mean," Annie said, tipping back her Dixie cup.

Nick checked his watch. It was past four in the damn morning. Granted, his kid sister would only turn eighteen once, and it wouldn't kill him to make it a special evening for her. But when Eric had dragged him out of bed and told him to join the two of them, Nick had kinda thought there'd be rather more sex involved.

Instead, the three of them sat on Annie's bed, playing cards and drinking boxed wine. Ostensibly, they were playing for sex favors. But since they'd begun, they'd played all of four hands. And three of them had ended without a showdown, thus entitling the winner to no more than a modest pile of chips. It had only been after that first hand, when Nick had taken rags to the showdown as a gift to Annie, that any of them had ended up owning another any sex favors. After Annie shuddered her way through a modest orgasm, cumming far more quickly than Nick had intended, he'd thought things were off to a good start. He looked forward to losing another hand to her so that he could show her that his tongue was even more potent a weapon than his fingers. But he'd been dealt decent hands after that, and Annie and Eric had folded either right away or on the flop.

Which was to be expected. That was how poker went.

What was killing him was how little time they spent actually playing cards, and how much time they spent answering questions that could just as easily have been answered after they'd all slept. Questions their mothers would likely answer for them after the family had the big meeting they'd been promised for so long.

If the three of them were going to squeeze together on Annie's little twin bed while everyone else slept, shouldn't they be doing something a little naughtier?

"What did he look like?" his sister asked.

Nick looked at Eric and shrugged. "Didn't get much of a look. You?"

Eric scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. Weird."

"That's all I get?" Annie asked.

The musclebound goof chuckled.

Nick rolled his eyes. Eric was enjoying this.

And why shouldn't he be? He'd already spent a few hours initiating Annie. Fucking their skinny little sister and her surprisingly big tits six ways from Sunday. So what if she was more interested in hearing more about their father than she was in getting their dicks inside her. No skin off Eric's nose.

Not that Nick had any right to be jealous. He was supposed to have been Annie's first. Wasn't like anyone had told him to pass that opportunity off to Eric.

He didn't regret doing so either. Annie wasn't exactly his type, physically, and, more importantly, he'd never been as close to her as Eric was. She was, to his mind, a bit flaky. And superficial. She hung out with the types of kids Nick couldn't stand. Every one of them had ink and several piercings, though none of them were old enough to have gotten any of that done legally. Annie herself had a stud in her nose and one in her cheek, to say nothing of the parts he hadn't yet seen. She also had a tribal marking on her lower back.

A damn tramp stamp. His fucking kid sister.

Nick tried to picture Mom-Jay or Veronica with such a tattoo, and failed.

No, he was glad Eric had been her first. Not only for his sake, but both of theirs. Though Eric hadn't been as excited about it in the end as he had seemed a few weeks earlier, when the two of them had first agreed that he'd be the one to initiate her, there was still no doubt in Nick's mind that Eric had enjoyed it more than he would have. And that Annie had gotten more from being with her hunky dreamboat of a brother than she would have her nerdy, sarcastic one. Her friends all wanted Eric. Nick, though, they were mostly scared of.

Of course, Annie couldn't go and brag to her friends that she'd slept with the hottest guy any of them had ever met. But Nick knew his sister well enough to know that she'd have been picturing the looks they'd have had on their faces if she did.

And Eric would have been amused by that, if she'd told him. Which she probably had, for all Nick knew. Or cared. And that was just fine with him. As far as he was concerned, it was a sick twist of fate that Annie was his younger sister and Patty Eric's.

He'd agreed to climb out of bed at 3:30am for a reason though. If this was how they were going to pass the time, he'd just as soon go back to bed.

"Not comfortable talking about how hot another guy is? Is that it?" Annie asked, giggling. "Guys are so cute sometimes."

Eric frowned. "No, it's not that." He looked at Nick. Stared at him, really. In a way that Nick was not at all used to his brother staring at him. "I can admit when another guy's hot," Eric said at last. "He's a bit goofy looking, and a girl who likes her man built like a man might be better off looking going down the hall to the next door, but Nick's not bad."

"Thanks," Nick said, in a voice that could wilt a flower.

Annie giggled again.

Damn, but she did have some nice breasts. And the way they shook when she giggled was hard not to notice. She didn't really have much by way of hips, and Nick preferred his women a bit more proportional, but he couldn't deny that his kid sister had a certain appeal.

"Dad's okay, I guess," Eric continued. "Not cute, like Nick. Or gorgeous, like myself."

Nick gagged.

"Maybe, if you were being generous, you could say he's ruggedly handsome. But the `rugged' part fits a lot better than the `handsome.' His face looks like worn leather. With a couple of serious scars."

"That sounds closer to `hideous' than `handsome' so far," Annie said.

Eric chewed at the lid of his paper cup. "No, he's not hideous. I don't know, Annie, I'm not used to describing men to women like this. He doesn't look like any guy you've seen before, I can say that much. I feel like an idiot for not immediately guessing he was one of us. He has these bright green eyes that apparently glow in the fucking dark."

"They do at that," Nick confirmed.

That had been about all he'd noticed about the face in the window that night.

"Didn't notice it at the time," Eric continued. "Since it was broad daylight. But yeah, he's got eyes that I guess women might go weak in the knees for."

Annie had fallen quiet, her breathing accelerated. Those swollen breasts of hers threatened to pop out the top of her ridiculously tight T-shirt.

And her Libido?

Nick almost got off himself, just feeling the excitement his sister was struggling to contain.

"But he's bad right?" Annie asked, breathless.

To judge by her words, one might think their sister had meant "bad" as in "we don't like him." But even Eric had to have picked up on the fact that she was reacting the way she and friends always did to bad boys.

"Oh, yeah, a real rebel," Nick said.

Annie glowered at him.

"He's the reason our mothers have hardly spoken to each other lately," Nick added.

"They what?" Annie asked, brow furrowed.

Nick sighed. They'd been putting on a show when their kids were around. Keeping up appearances, as if everything were normal. He'd assumed that even they didn't expect anyone to fall for it. Should have known better. Like most people, his sister didn't see what she didn't want to see. Nick could almost envy her for that. But only almost.

Even Eric looked at him like he'd just dropped a bomb.

For fuck's sake.

Veronica had picked up on it. The two of them had talked about it. But apparently they were the only ones. As usual.

So Nick explained to them what he thought was going on between their parents. How, as best as he could tell, Mom-Jay was hurt that Mom-Gee wasn't more disgusted by their former husband. Wasn't as outraged, as terrified, as ready to tear her hair out and rip a certain someone's balls off.

"Are you sure about that?" Eric asked.

Nick poured them all some more wine. "No, jackass, I'm not. That's why I said it was just a hunch. You did catch that part, right?"

"If you have an off switch," Annie said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd use it. We can call that my birthday present."

He sighed, leaned over, and kissed his sister on the cheek. Then he turned back to Eric and said, "What I meant to say was, `That's a wonderful and insightful question, Eric. Thank you for bringing to my attention, in such a diplomatic manner to boot, that perhaps I might be mistaken in my reading of events."'

Eric barked a laugh.

Annie tried to frown, but then snickered and allowed a faint grin to break through her stern and disapproving mask after all. "Smart-ass." She took a sip of wine. "If you can't turn it off, can you at least dial it back?"

"Dial what back?" Nick asked, hiding his smirk behind his cup.

His sister reached over and smacked his upper arm.

"Anyway," Eric said, hiding a smirk of his own.

One of the things Nick admired about his brother was his thick skin. Unlike some guys with that much swagger, Eric wasn't overcompensating for some deeper insecurity. He was that fucking impressed with himself, which was obnoxious, but also comfortable enough with himself that he really didn't care what anyone said about him.

"I guess I kinda picked up on that," his brother continued. "But I, uh, kinda I thought it was about of me."

Nick and Annie both burst out laughing.

And more than a little wine got spilled on their sister's bedcovers.

Before she could freak out, though, Nick cleaned the mess up. Without even lifting a finger. He just looked at the spills wine, imagined they were gone, and then they were. Not even the slightest stain remained.

His sister stared at him in awe. Then blushed. "I know you guys keep saying that we have, like, these magical powers. And I think I'm starting to get the hang of how some of them work. But I keep forgetting that they're not just for sex."

"Easy enough to get preoccupied with that side of things," Nick said.

Her blush deepened.

"Seriously, though," Eric said, eager to get the focus of attention back on himself. "I thought Jennifer was just jealous of how often Gabby spends the night in my bed, instead of hers. Didn't occur to me that they were fighting about our father."

"I think so," Nick said. "Though, again, I admit that I'm just guessing here."

This time, though, his brother didn't push him on that.

"You think maybe he regrets leaving us?" Annie asked. "Maybe he's not trying to intimidate us. Just wondering how we're doing. Checking up on us, you know?"

Nick felt a pang of sorrow mixed with pity. The poor girl sounded so hopeful.

He'd been about to point out that if their father was wondering how they were doing, he might invite them out for coffee, rather than staring through windows at them while they were getting busy. But all he said was, "Sorry, kiddo, but I doubt it."

"Wasn't exactly the impression I got either," Eric said.

Annie's shoulders slumped, and her lower lip pushed out.

Nick wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulders and gave her a firm squeeze. "We've gotten along just fine without him so far."

"Yeah," she said, nodding.

Her voice sounded distant.

"So. Whaddaya say we deal another hand?" Eric asked.

"Sure," Annie said. "Bout time one of you guys tossed some more chips my way."

"Chips, huh?" Nick asked.

She flashed him a devilish grin.

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 Scene 6 

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Late morning on Annie's eighteenth birthday.

POV: Veronica

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It was strange.

Veronica felt like she should be jealous of Annie, after what Nick had told her had happened in their sister's room the night before. Or early that morning, really.

Not so long ago, she'd tried to make an impression on Nick by agreeing to share him with another guy. And, unless she was mistaken, it had worked. But even if they hadn't been interrupted that night by their father's peeping Tom act, she didn't think she'd have worked her way up to agreeing to take one guy in her ass and another in her vag.

Leave it to Annie to go there on her first night.

Apparently the wild girl act wasn't entirely an act.

That didn't make Veronica any less convinced that it was a cry for attention, mind. But rather than finding her sister's behavior distasteful, she found herself thinking that it was sad. That it had to be hard for Annie to blaze her own path without going to extremes, given the unusual family they had. Two older sisters, who'd already set a high bar for either athletic or academic success. And no father to make her feel like a little princess.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 05



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Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

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

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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 Cast of Characters

 Gabriela : Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.

 Jennifer : Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.

 Eric : Gabriela's son. POV character.

 Nick : Jennifer's son. POV character.

 Patty : Gabriela's daughter. POV character.

 Veronica : Jennifer's daughter. POV character.

 Annie : Jennifer's daughter.

 Wes : Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.

 Zoey : Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.

 Olivia : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.

 Kurt : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character.

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 Scene 1 

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Patty

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Patty and her sister stood on the top deck of the yacht, sipping cocktails. She heard the steps creaking before she saw who it was that had come to join them.

Nick.

Her heart sank.

Not that she didn't like Nick. A lot. But she'd been hoping it was Kurt.

How long was that witch Aunt Zoey going to keep him to herself?

The brown bead skirt Patty wore over with her white bikini was quite flattering, if she did say so herself. She'd thought she'd get her cousin's attention with it. But every time she thought she'd finally severed the umbilical cord that kept him tied to his mother, she found out that she'd been mistaken. It had been the same story for the past few weeks. One day, things were going great. The next, he forgot to return her calls, or showed up at her house hours after he said he'd be there, stinking of sex.

What did Aunt Zoey have that she didn't?

Besides everything?

She sighed.

Veronica gave her a sympathetic smile and rubbed her arm. Patty wasn't sure how, but her sister knew exactly what she was thinking. Or maybe it wasn't such a mystery. She'd been moping around so pathetically half the time. Whenever she wasn't walking on air and humming a cheery tune to herself, that was. It couldn't have been that hard to guess, even if Veronica wasn't pretty perceptive.

"Ladies," Nick said, as he reached the top deck. "Mind if I join you?"

"Well, we were talking about you, but know that you've already interrupted us...," Veronica said. As she did, she gave Patty a light elbow to the ribs.

As if there was any real chance Patty would fail to recognize that as a joke.

Patty feigned a giggle, though she wasn't much in the mood for giggling.

"About how puny my arms are, compared to Eric's?" he asked, looking down at them.

Veronica nodded. "Yup. Exactly that."

"And how both he and Kurt have got a few inches on you," Patty added.

Veronica howled with laughter and slapped her arm. "Pattycakes!"

Nick feigned being stabbed with a knife.

Patty focused on her drink.

There was perhaps a reason they didn't expect her to make a joke like that. She wasn't typically inclined to engage in the same vicious mocking her siblings thought that they'd turned into an art form.

In fact, she wouldn't even have said it if not for the fact that she actually had been thinking more or less exactly that. The "more or less" part being that Eric, naturally, hadn't been anywhere near her thoughts.

Not that Nick was unattractive. He'd always taken pretty good care of himself. Especially for a book nerd. Even in his mortal disguise, he'd been pleasant enough to look at. The real Nick was really cute, and had a great body. Not too big, as Eric kinda was, nor too lean. A nice V-shaped torso, slender waist, ripped abs, and strong arms. If Patty was being honest with herself, she'd admit that Nick was better looking than Kurt.

But she liked her cousin's long, lean figure.

And she really liked the way he made her feel. The way he touched her. The way he stared into her eyes.

When she could get him away from his mother, at any rate.

"So, what's everyone else up to?" Patty asked.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Fucking like bunnies."

Patty sighed.

She was tempted to ask if that went for Kurt too, but of course it did. Nick, being no less astute and observant than Veronica, undoubtedly knew that there were only so many people she could have been asking about when she'd inquired after "everyone else." And she'd only feel that much more pathetic if she dropped all pretense of dignity by admitting that she wasn't just making conversation.

Veronica put a hand on Nick's arm, giving his supernaturally sculpted bicep a good squeeze. "Can think of worse ways to pass the time."

Patty gave her a look, then quickly stared out at the vast nothingness stretching away from them. The black sea that should have been a crystal blue ocean, if their yacht was like most others. The infinite emptiness that was entirely too easy for her to relate to.

"Of course, there'll be plenty of time for that over there too," Veronica added. "And it's tough to beat this view."

"Ain't that the truth," Nick said.

Patty smiled a little to herself. She felt bad about trying to keep the two of them from having fun just so there'd be someone to keep her company. Which was why she'd looked away as soon as she caught herself trying to lay a guilt trip on her sister. But she wasn't about to object to them staying there with her.

"Patty's concerned that Kurt might be a bit hung up on Aunt Zoey," Veronica said.

Patty gasped, whirling around. "Vee!"

"What? You are. And it's not like he hasn't figured it out," her sister said.

Which was true enough, she was sure. Nick wasn't the kind of guy to miss the obvious. But she still didn't need her sister airing her dirty laundry out in the open like that.

"I'm trying to tell her that she can get his attention if she tries hard enough," Veronica added, looking from Nick to Patty and then back to Nick again. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Nick cupped the back of Patty's head, tilting it forward so he could kiss her forehead. Then, in a soft voice, he said, "Of course. Our boy Kurt's always been a little slow. But he'll come round. He'd have to be blind not to."

"Stop," Patty said, slapping his midsection playfully.

Veronica was giving Nick a warm smile. But their brother didn't take his eyes off Patty. And for that alone, nevermind the actual compliment, she wanted to hug him.

"Seriously," he said. "I mean, sure, Aunt Zoey is nice enough to look at. At least, if you're into the Barbie doll type."

Patty laughed. "Right. And who goes for that."

Nick completely ignored her comment. "But you're pretty damn sexy yourself, Patty. And, believe it or not, guys care about other things too."

"At least some guys do," Veronica added.

The desire oozing from her sister's voice had a strange effect on Patty. On the one hand, she suddenly felt guilty, selfish even, taking up any of Nick's attention, when it could be put to better use. On the other hand, she felt a tingle between her legs and for just a moment wished that she could arouse such a reaction from Veronica.

"Some guys," Nick repeated, in a tone that suggested he hadn't picked up on the subtext.

As if that was possible.

More likely, he just refused to let Veronica derail his attempt to cheer Patty up.

He wasn't Kurt. But she could definitely see what Veronica saw in him.

"At any rate, Kurt's one of them," Nick continued. "And I bet you're exactly his type. He hasn't had as much time to get over the initial, juvenile, `wow, I can't believe I'm fucking my mother!' shit that us guys go through after we discover who and what we are. But he will. And when he does, he'll realize that the perfect woman for him isn't his mother, but is still pretty close to home."

"You think?" Patty asked.

"Absolutely," Nick said, with a confident nod.

She wasn't sure if that was just for her benefit. But it was convincing.

"He ever tell you what his type is? Guys talk about that, right?" Veronica asked.

"Sometimes we do, yes," he said with a hearty laugh that suggested that what he really meant was that guys hardly ever talked about anything other than women's appearances.

"And?" Patty asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Nick kissed her forehead again. "Well, I know he likes blondes. The shorter the better."

Patty blushed.

And tried not to dwell on the fact that Olivia was about her height.

Aunt Zoey, at least, was tall. Too tall, for a woman. Patty had thought so even before she'd heard Nick say that Kurt liked his women short.

"Think he minds a girl with a little extra meat on her?" she asked, looking down at her hips and thighs. "Or does he like toothpicks, like Eric?"

"First of all," Nick said, "define `extra."'

Veronica caressed her brother's shoulder at that.

Patty was getting ready to do a lot more than that.

"Second, yes, I do believe he has better taste than Eric."

Veronica was smiling the kind of goofy smile that goes well past polite, beyond even lust, and into the realm of admiration. Maybe even farther than that.

Their brother turned his brown eyes away from Patty just long enough to acknowledge the look Veronica was giving him. At that, Veronica blushed more deeply than someone of her complexion should have been able to do, and Patty was simultaneously excited for, and jealous of, her sister. She and Nick were just about perfect for each other.

Why couldn't she and Kurt be like them?

"Anyway, I was trying to say, it's not just about looks. And Kurt, like you, is all heart."

Unlike the other two people on that deck, Patty was not a Hardt, but instead belonged to House Moody. Yet somehow her brother's words felt entirely appropriate.

"He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met," Nick continued. "And you're absolutely the nicest person I've ever met. No one is more thoughtful, more conscious of other people's feelings than you are. I guaran-damn-tee you that means a lot to Kurt."

Patty looked away, busying herself with her drink.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure she was any more conscious of people's feelings than Nick himself was. Probably less so. She'd be better at reading Libidos otherwise, she suspected. But if she wasn't as good at reading people, she could at least pride herself on doing her best to treat people the way they deserved to be treated. Even Nick couldn't say that.

"You remember Thadeus? From up the street?"

Patty and Veronica both nodded.

"I told you to stop picking on him," Patty said, blushing.

She hadn't just "told" him. That had been the one and only time she'd basically beaten her brother up. Of course, the fact that he did nothing to defend himself had counted just a little bit in her favor. But still. She'd given him a few good bruises that day.

"You did," Nick said. "And you were right to. I was being an asshole."

Patty smiled wanly.

It wasn't her favorite memory. If she could do it over again, she wouldn't have resorted to violence. But at least Nick didn't seem to be bitter about it.

"I ever tell you what he said when I went and apologized to him?"

Patty shook her head.

"That I saved his life."

He gave that a second to sink in.

Patty tried to reply, but was too stunned. Those were strong words. But it didn't sound like her brother used them lightly.

"He'd gotten so tired of all the teasing, he was seriously contemplating suicide. Had bought a pack of razors. Written a note. Three nights in a row, he'd called a suicide prevention hotline and been talked back from the brink."

"You better not be making this up," Patty whispered.

Not that she really thought he was. It just seemed like one of those things you read about in the news, but which never actually happened to anyone you knew.

"After I apologized, he cried, and gave me a hug. I checked back with him a few times after that, and she said he was still struggling with depression, but he'd started seeing a therapist, and he was doing better."

"You kept that a secret?" Veronica said, slapping him.

Nick shrugged. "I thought it would sound like I was trying to take credit or something. Which I didn't deserve. I'd almost pushed him to the brink the week before, just so I could get an approving nod from Eric. No one should have been proud of me. Not when I was so ashamed." His voice lowered. "It's not like I really thought being gay was a choice. Had no reason to doubt that some people are just born that way." His voice picked up again. "Anyway, that's not the point of the story."

Patty stared up into her brother's eyes, trying to keep her knees from buckling. She'd simply had no idea about any of this. Had barely even known Thad.

"What I'm trying to say is that I didn't save his life. Patty did. Because I wouldn't have apologized to him if she hadn't made me see what an asshole I was being."

"Thanks, Nick," Patty whispered before planting a soft kiss on his chest.

"And you know what? Kurt wouldn't have needed you to tell him to leave the poor kid alone," Nick said. "You two are like peas in a pod."

Patty snickered.

For a moment there, she'd forgotten that this whole conversation was about Kurt.

"If Aunt Zoey's got her sights set on her son, she might as well just give up now, because she hasn't got a prayer."

Patty offered a faint smile. "Hope you're right."

"When am I not?" Nick asked.

"Jackass," Veronica said.

Though the smile on her face suggested that she was thinking the very same thoughts as Patty herself was just then.

Nick gave Veronica a kiss on the forehead before saying, "Peas in a pod, I tell you."

That remark was ostensibly meant for her. At least, she thought it was. But there wasn't much doubt about who he was really referring to.

"How long did they say it takes to get there?" Veronica asked.

Patty tossed her drink overboard. It turned into a puff of smoke and drifted away almost instantly. She then took her brother and sister by the hand and led them below decks.

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 Scene 2 

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Kurt

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"Mmm. Again?" Kurt asked, as his mother took him in her mouth.

She looked up at him through a fan of long lashes. Like her brows and pubic hair, they were a deep gold that was almost brown.

There was no question that she was beautiful. And hers was a most surreal beauty. Her skin had a metallic sheen, her eyes glowed faintly, and her lips were a color he couldn't quite describe. Until his mother revealed her true appearance to him, he'd had no idea how many different shades of gold there were.

But every time he closed his eyes, it was Patty's comparatively dull bronze skin, ordinary blue eyes, and ruby red lips that he saw.

How did he tell his mother that, though?

She couldn't get enough of him. And there were few things a young man's ego might find more addictive than knowing that the first woman he'd ever known, the woman who'd created him, who'd defined womanhood itself in his eyes for as long as he could remember, had an unquenchable thirst for his loving.

Besides, his mother was beyond talented. When she went down on him, the universe constricted, falling in upon itself until there was nothing real besides him and his mother. All of existence, so far as he was concerned, was right there in that room.

He felt something with his cousin. Not better. Not worse. Just different. Simply being near her made his heart race and his palms sweat. Being near her, being with her, wasn't as intensely pleasurable as every moment spent alone with his mother was, but neither was it so utterly overwhelming. He could think, and breathe, around Patty. Could use his tongue for purposes other than cunnilingus. Could be his goofy self.

His mother didn't even leave him room to think about how he felt. Every opportunity she got, she fucked his brains out. And when she went to work pleasuring him, there was no room for him to think about anything other than how good it all felt.

He wanted to go to Patty. Wanted to do the things with her that he did with his mother. And things he couldn't do with his mother. Like talking about sports, and listening to music.

But that would require him to tell his mother to stop.

Kurt stared down at the dark gold lips wrapped around his member, the beautiful eyes casting a faint golden pall against his skin, the pointy nose that bumped against his pubes then receded then buried themselves in his bush again.

The only reason he was even able to think straight was that she was building him up slowly. Any minute now, her tongue would go to work. And she'd start stimulating his metaphysical pleasure center. Then he'd throw his head back, moan in ecstasy, and fight back tears of joy, before pouring yet another load of his cum down his mother's throat.

He ran his hands through her hair. Her locks were soft, silky, and lightly curled. Like everything about her, they were just this side of perfection. To call his mother beautiful was to insult her. She did not belong to the same class as all the other women he'd thought of as beautiful before. They were hideous compared to his mother.

A man could only have so much sex. But Kurt hadn't reached the point of "too much" yet. He kept thinking he would. But then his mother would climb on top of him, or wrap her soft lip around his hard cock, or bend over and wiggle her hips at him. And then all these other thoughts would evaporate.

Without warning, she let him fall out of her warm mouth.

She looked up at him, eyes blinking, and lip quivering. "Do you want mommy to stop?"

Kurt groaned in protest. Being deprived of the pleasures she'd been visiting upon him so abruptly had to qualify as torture under international law.

Had she sensed what he'd been thinking?

"No, Mommy. I don't ever want you to stop," he found himself saying.

She offered him a warm smile before descending.

As he slid inside her mouth, her soft tongue gently pulsed against the underside of his shaft. Kurt felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring in his loins. A mere matter of seconds, it had taken her, and he was convulsing in ecstasy.

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 Scene 3 

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Eric

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Eric slapped the back of his cousin's hand as it reached down to stroke his cock.

Olivia moaned in protest.

"I'm enjoying the show," he said.

With an exasperated huff, his cousin slumped into the chair beside him. She then folded her arms across her flat chest, frowned and glared at him.

He ignored her.

On the large bed in the captain's quarters, or whatever you called the main bedroom on a damn yacht, his uncle was making love to his mother.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 05



Not fucking her, mind. But making love.

It would seem Uncle Wes didn't know how to do anything else. At least, with his sister. Eric had seen him get pretty rough with Liv, when she encouraged him to do so. But with Gabby, he was tender and affectionate.

Which was weird, because Eric knew that his mother thought Wes was a bit of a wimp, presumably for exactly this reason. If he'd have given it to her the way she wanted, needed, she might have a little more respect for him. Might be more inclined to see him as a man.

But there it was.

"You don't find this fascinating?" he asked his cousin, without looking at her.

She made some kind of harrumphing sound.

"I do," he said.

"I can see that."

In spite of herself, his mother was lost in ecstasy. When her brother was sliding in and out of her, gently, while caressing her softly and whispering in her ear, she looked almost bored. No, worse than bored. Frustrated. On the brink of almost enjoying herself, but unable to get past that point. Like she had an itch she couldn't reach to scratch.

But, to his uncle's credit, he seemed to have some real skill for pleasuring a woman orally. When he went down on Gabby, she initially resisted, but rather quickly started to loosen up and let out the kinds of sounds Eric so loved to hear her make.

The look on her face was priceless.

When he was on top of her, he often saw just that look. But it was hard to enjoy when he was concentrated on delaying his climax. On not succumbing to the intense pleasures that she served up, both physically and metaphysically.

Now, sitting on the sidelines, he could relish every little whimper and sigh. The way she dug her impossibly white teeth into her full lower lip. The way she scrunched the sheets up in her fists. The way her hips writhed back and forth as she tried to get even more attention from her brother. Or the way her huge breasts rose and fell with her every breath.

Not until he'd watched his friends fuck her had Eric considered how delightful it could be to watch his mother with another guy. This was much better though. Not just because Uncle Wes adored his sister. Worshipped her, even. But because Wes knew what he was doing. Sort of, anyway. Though he didn't know what Gabby wanted from him, or refused for whatever reason to provide it, he was still evidently talented. If Gabby wanted to be seduced slowly, lovingly, affectionately, she'd have been going crazy for her brother.

Jennifer would probably eat him up, if he was her brother.

His uncle was also something of a rare specimen physically. He had a body that Eric's friends would have envied when they were eighteen, let alone now that they'd started to let themselves go a little. Yet there was no mistaking him for a young man. Not with that weathered face, or the gray in his temples.

Eric didn't enjoy looking at other men. Not in that way, at least. But he couldn't help but admire his uncle a little. It was like looking at a living reminder that he himself would never really age. Or would age more gracefully than any mortal, to be more precise. His face and hair would change, if he allowed them to, but his body would remain the same.

What a fucking trip.

He felt like he should be taking a more balanced view of their lot now that he'd heard about this induction ceremony. But it hadn't really penetrated his bubble. Eric was no less convinced now than he'd ever been that he'd been dealt a perfect hand.

If kissing some king's feet and swearing some stupid vows was the price of being able to do this, every day of his immortal life, then so fucking be it.

"Come on," Olivia said. "They're barely even doing anything. Not that we can see anyway. You're can't really mean to make me sit here and play with myself, can you?"

When Eric didn't reply, his uncle stood and went over to his daughter. Except that he was still kneeling before his sister.

That got a chuckle out of Eric.

He'd seen his uncle do that before, but every time he witnessed it, it might as well have been the first time. Some day, he'd learn to do the same himself. That was just about the coolest trick their kind had, as far as he was concerned

Eyes wide and dick hard, Eric watched his uncle bend his daughter over the coffee table and fuck her hard while he was simultaneously eating his sister's pussy.

"Oh, Daddy," Liv moaned. "Fuck my tight little pussy!"

"Mmm, just like that," Gabby sighed as she ran her fingers through her brother's hair. "You're so good with your tongue."

It was finally getting to be too much. Listening to both women moan for his uncle was making him feel the need to get in on the action. After Wes brought Gabby to climax once more, Eric would join in. Or take over. One of the two.

But before he realized what was happening, Olivia had pulled away from her father and was climbing into his lap. He started to protest, but surrendered.

His dick was getting lonely anyway.

"That's is, big boy," she cooed as she slid down his pole. "I've missed you."

Eric gave his cousin's round little ass a good, firm slap. It barely rippled. Not like his mother's would have. It had a nice shape, to be sure, but it was just so small.

He stared up into her eyes though, and couldn't deny that she was fucking gorgeous. No one could take that away from Olivia. 

"Give it to me, tiger," she moaned as she guided his hands to her pierced nipples.

His cousin's soft lips sought his out.

With his eyes closed, he didn't see his uncle come up behind Olivia. But when he felt his cousin's pussy get tighter and something hard press against the base of his shaft, separated from him by a thin membrane, he realized what was happening.

"Fuck, yes," Olivia panted, after breaking away from Eric's kiss. "Pound my ass, Daddy."

"Fixin' to, Princess."

"You're such a filthy little slut," Eric told Olivia.

She smiled. "And that's why all the boys love me."

Eric grunted as his uncle slowly worked his way into Liv's ass. He could only imagine how intense it was for her. She was biting his neck hard enough that he wondered if she mightn't draw blood. Meanwhile, her nails dug into his biceps, and they did draw blood.

But slowly, she got comfortable. Started rocking her hips gently. Then more vigorously. Soon she was pushing back against her father and impaling herself on Eric with gusto.

"I love having two hard dicks inside me," she wailed. "It feels soooo good."

Eric opened his mouth to tell her what a dirty whore she was, but before he could, she pressed her mouth to his. Her kiss was beyond hungry. More like ravenous. They traded tongue jabs and nibbles, tilting their heads first this way then that.

All the while, she kept working her hips like a champ. Moving faster than humanly possible as she slid back against her father then slammed forward onto him, over and over and over. It wasn't going to take long for her to get off, he sensed.

Nor him, for that matter.

There was nothing like a good DP. It felt strange, having another man so close to him. But that wasn't what did it for him. It just the thought of how depraved a woman had to be to let two guys do that. How hot she had to be for him to want to impress him this way. Or that addicted to cock. Or whatever it was.

There just weren't that many girls who'd do it. And so he counted himself lucky that not only his cousin, but also his kid sister, were not only open to it, but loved it.

"Fill me up, boys," Liv panted.

"That's my girl," Uncle Wes grunted. "Always hungry for more cum."

Eric tried to speak, but it was all he could do to breathe. His cousin was working him hard, both with her pussy and her supernatural abilities. There was tight, then there was tight, then there was Liv's snatch.

In the back of his mind, he was aware that his uncle was bringing his mother closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. She was making those delicious sounds that no one but him knew how to get her to make. Or so he'd thought.

That bothered him. But it was a distant concern.

Just at the moment, Olivia was his universe.

He stared up into her beautiful blue eyes. Studied the look on her face. When her father had first pushed inside her ass, her expression had been entirely different. If not one of anguish, it had at least been strained.

But now? She was in seventh heaven.

That look of pure bliss as she started to cum on their two dicks drove him over the edge.

His balls started hopping and he pumped his seed inside his cousin's womb. At the same time, he felt his uncle's cock pulse as he too filled his baby girl up. All three of their Libidos opened up. They were completely vulnerable, lost in a sea of euphoria. Yet perfectly safe all the same. None of them had the wherewithal to drink from any of the others, after all.

"That was beautiful," Uncle Wes whispered to Liv before tapping her ass gently, kissing her on the cheek, pulling out, and stepping away.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said with a lazy smile. Then, staring down at Eric, she added, "And thank you." His cousin then leaned down in and kissed him. Deeply.

As if he wasn't already short of breath.

When Olivia finally released him, she ruffled his hair, climbed off him, and said, "Okay, now you can go to your mommy."

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 Scene 4 

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Veronica

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Veronica almost tripped as she they walked down the narrow hall.

Why was she so nervous?

It wasn't the first time she'd been with Nick, after all. Nor Patty. Nor the both of them at once, though that had admittedly been only a few times.

Ever since they'd left their world behind, though, she'd felt butterflies in her stomach. And not just because of the induction ceremony and all the other crap that awaited them at the end of their journey. No, she was mostly in denial about all of that for the time being. But ever since they'd left the blue waters of the San Pedro and suddenly found their yacht adrift in a sea of nothingness, Veronica had been in a heightened state of arousal.

For more than a year, she'd been sleeping with her blood relatives, and experimenting with supernatural powers. The impossible had long since become the everyday. She ought to have been incapable of such a reaction by this point then, but she wasn't.

This was all really happening. They were sailing through some forgotten space in between worlds, headed to the mythical Homelands. To a land where it was always summer, and the people were all beautiful, and nothing was taboo.

As she kept reminding Patty, it wasn't a fairy tale. Their uncle's remarks earlier had really driven that home. But, at just that moment, she finally saw why it was so easy for Patty to shrug such concerns off and allow herself to get carried away in the romance of it.

They walked passed one set of quarters wherein Mom-Jay and Annie were going at it, another with Aunt Zoey and Kurt. Patty stumbled at that, but to her credit, recovered almost immediately. The next set of quarters contained Mom-Gee, Eric, Olivia, and Uncle Wes. Finally, they found some that were unoccupied.

The three of them huddled inside, staring at each other expectantly. Waiting for someone to make the first move.

Veronica felt a tingling between her legs. Nick had such dark eyes. For someone who could be so sensitive, so warm, he sure had perfected the cold, penetrating stare. It made her feel weak and powerless. In all the right ways.

She didn't understand her brother. If any other guy had given Patty that little speech, it would have meant that he was trying to woo Patty. And, granted, Patty had gotten pretty worked up by it, and Nick was about to get a threesome out of it. But Veronica really didn't think that was why he'd said it. She couldn't read Libidos as well as her brother could, but she what faint impressions she'd gotten hadn't suggested lust. She was pretty sure that Nick was just the kind of guy who could say exactly the right thing at the right time because it was what you needed to hear, not because he was focused on how you'd repay him for cheering you up. Like he thought there was something wrong with the world when one of his sisters was sad and doubting herself, and since no one else was trying to fix it, he'd go ahead and do it himself. Yet, as good as he was at picking up on other people's feelings, if the damn guy had any of his own, he sure knew how to hide them. It was infuriating, intoxicating, endearing, and confusing all at once.

"So," Patty said, staring at her feet and folding her hands behind her back.

Nick turned his towards her.

Veronica was ashamed to her herself sigh. She didn't want to be that girl. Jealous, and unwilling to share. She'd wrested Nick away from their mother. Poor Patty had yet to do the same with Kurt and his mother. Her sister, whom she cared for very much, needed some attention. And it wasn't like Veronica thought that Nick had the same kind of feelings for Patty that he did for her.

Still, feeling her brother's eyes on her, thinking that his hands would soon follow, and then watching him turn his gaze to another woman, was right up there with the time her vibrator's batteries died on her just before she reached her climax.

Patty took one hand out from behind her back, twirled a finger about, and suddenly all of their clothes were gone.

Veronica giggled as she caught herself covering her breasts and between her legs. As if anyone in that room hadn't seen everything she had to offer. As if she wasn't about to let them do whatever they wanted to those same parts, with whatever parts of theirs they chose.

Veronica started to step up behind Patty, but decided instead to let the other two enjoy one another for now. Her sister deserved to have Nick and his magic touch all to herself for a little while.

The more she watched the two of them, though, the harder it got to tell herself that.

Nick was doing things with Patty he'd never done with Veronica.

Of course he was. They were different women, with different wants. Different needs.

So what if he asked Patty to lie on her stomach so he could eat her ass, but hadn't ever given Veronica a rimjob? Hadn't paid much attention at all to her ass? Patty was self-conscious about hers. People had been making fun of it for years. If Nick didn't show it some love and attention, wouldn't that have made her mad too? If the point was to help Patty feel more comfortable with herself, more confident that she could win Kurt over, wasn't it only fitting for Nick to do his best to convince Patty that her butt was one of her greatest assets, rather than something she ought to be ashamed of?

When she thought of it that way, the tension went out of her body. A little. It wasn't easy seeing her sister squirm as Nick buried his face between her round cheeks, but she just had to keep telling herself that it was what Patty needed. And that was all that was really motivating Nick. He wasn't what you called an assman. Her was no less impressed with her and her large breasts than he was their sister and her oversized ass.

If need be, she could fill out her butt a little the next time the two of them were alone together. If that really did matter to her brother, she'd find out. Not that it mattered anyway, since she could always just make sure that he got what he wanted from her.

That really wasn't the point though. This was just Nick being Nick. And that was one of the things she liked best about Nick.

The first time she'd ever admitted to herself that she had a crush on her own brother was when he and Eric picked a fight with four seniors who had been teasing Patty in the hallway. Both Patty and Veronica had been freshmen, their brothers mere sophomores. Neither Nick nor Eric had been small. Especially Eric. But the four seniors were much bigger.

And, again, there were four of them. That might not have made an impression on Eric, who'd never really believed that there was anything he couldn't do. But Nick had always been more realistic. Confident, yes, but not overconfident.

Plus, unlike Eric, Nick was pretty good at math. Well, really good, actually. But you only needed so much mathematical reasoning to know that two-to-one was pretty poor odds.

The group of seniors had beaten the shit out of her brothers.

A few of them had come away with bruises. Eric even gave one a pretty serious broken nose. But there was no question who'd won that fight. And, of course, there hadn't been any question at the outset who was likely to.

But they'd done it just the same. For Patty.

Well, if Veronica had to guess, she'd say that Eric had done it because he couldn't let his brother do something manly without him. But Nick? He'd definitely done it for Patty.

If things like that made Veronica fall for her brother, how could she be upset that he was there for Patty when she needed him in this other way?

So even when Veronica thought her brother had grown extra tongues, allowing him pleasure both of Patty's holes at the same time, Veronica tried not to get jealous. Told herself that the sounds that Patty was making, the look of pure bliss on her face as she gently bit into her lower lip and held her eyelids shut, was what really mattered.

In fact, the more she looked at Patty's face, rather than down at what Nick was doing to her, the more she started to believe that. Patty had the cutest little voice. High-pitched, but not squeaky. Feminine. Not like Veronica's husky voice. When her sister was in the throes of ecstasy, it was hard not to get aroused.

With that thought, Veronica went and sat at the top of the bed, put both hands on the back of her sister's head, and guided her in to do for Veronica what Nick was doing for her.

Naturally, Nick was making it hard for Patty to focus. But even the sporadic flicks of Patty's tongue and infrequent pumps of her fingers were making Veronica shudder. She was getting hornier by the second, and it wasn't going to take much to get her to her first climax.

Her sister stopped tending to her needs altogether for a bit as she shuddered her way through an orgasm. But she went back to work right away, and did so with renewed vigor. Even going so far as to copy Nick's extra tongues trick. Assuming Veronica had been right about that. Not that it mattered. Whether Patty got the idea from Nick or came up with it on her own, she was busily showing Veronica pleasures she'd never imagined.

One soft tongue alternately lapped at her labia and slipped inside, where it would curl at an impossible angle and stimulate her G-spot. The other, held stiff, steadily and rapidly flicked against her love bud. The mounting pressure made Veronica feel like a pot of water that was about to boil over. She tried to shimmy back, softening if not escaping the relentless assault. But she already had her back against the bulkhead, and there was nowhere to go. For which she was actually grateful, intense though the experience was.

Holding Patty's golden locks loosely in one hand and the bed sheets firmly in the other, Veronica screamed her way through a monster orgasm.

After that, Nick lay with his head against the pillows while the girls knelt to either side of him, taking turns sucking his fat cock. They played with him, teasing him within an inch of his life. When they didn't forget about him altogether, getting lost in the simple pleasure of kissing one another.

Meanwhile, Nick turned his fingers into tongues and lazily licked at each of their swollen pussies. He didn't work them over too hard, lest they have still more reason to forget to pay much attention to him, but the effort was more than welcome.

They took their sweet time getting Nick off. But when he finally came, he came buckets. In fact, Veronica sensed his Libido emptying out more rapidly than made any sense, given than both she and Patty were being pretty restrained about draining him. That made her think that he was using up energy to ejaculate more.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 05



It was kind of gross.

But also pretty hot.

And, in a strange way, flattering.

She knew that made no sense. It wasn't really true that she had made him cum any more than usual. He had done that himself, supernaturally. But she allowed herself to think that the reason why one sticky rope after another kept spurting out of her brother's beautiful, glistening penis was that he was just that excited by her.

Maybe Patty as well. A little. But mostly her.

She and her sister hungrily licked all of the sticky, nutty stuff up. Exchanging sloppy kisses a few times as they did. Veronica had never snowballed a guys cum into another woman's mouth like that before. It seemed weird. But in the heat of the moment, it struck her as fun and silly. And Patty seemed to feel the same. The kisses would have been awkward enough, with Nick's jizz dribbling down their chins. It was even worse, with them unable to stop giggling. But the whole affair left a smile on Veronica's face that remained even after they cleaned up all the remaining spunk.

After that, it was Veronica's turn to eat Patty out.

While Nick gave her what she needed from behind, that is.

She wouldn't have complained if he'd given them some time to themselves. Would have enjoyed Patty's sweet taste and soft thighs and full breasts without worrying about how empty her womb felt. But when her brother went and knelt behind her, she felt her pussy quiver in anticipation. She nearly climaxed the moment that fat head forced its way inside.

Delicate, he was not.

Yet neither was he any rougher than she wanted him to be. Veronica didn't really like rough sex. Not the way one guy she'd briefly dated had. Not the way she read about online. She just hated when her guy didn't bring any passion to the table. Was too timid, too afraid that she'd wilt like a little flower. She wanted Nick to know that he could do whatever he wanted with her. Within reason. He was doing just that, and it felt great. His hands were everywhere, hungry to familiarize themselves with her charms. Veronica had never felt so good about her own body, so proud of her curves, as she did when she was with Nick. He couldn't get enough of her breasts, and her girls couldn't get enough of his attention either.

Her brother's dick was so hard, so big, so smooth. Nick rendered the old "size of the wave versus the motion of the ocean" debate irrelevant. He offered both.

And more.

He wasn't just making love to her with his manhood. He was inside her in an entirely different way. Caressing her Libido. Pouring energy into her when she was between orgasms, and gently siphoning it off whenever she was in the throes of one.

Veronica just couldn't get enough of her brother. The feel of his hard body and his bulging, smooth muscles. The look in those expressionless eyes. The sounds he made as he came inside her, or jerked himself off onto her stomach or back. The smell of his deep, earthy musk, with its nutty undertones. It reminded her of his jizz and its faint hint of almonds.

This was every bit as good for him as it was for her, she was delighted to note.

Veronica was lost in a sea of euphoria. Barely even aware that her consciousness was trapped inside a pile of flesh and bone.

All the while, she did her best to make love to her sweet sister. Her fingers worked Patty's G-spot while her tongue tended to her sister's stiff clitoris. With her free hand, she alternately caressed Patty's smooth thighs, reached down to cup a fat ass cheek, or reached up to fondle a full breast. But it was hard to do much for Patty while Nick was bringing her to heights she'd never before imagined.

Finally, after countless orgasms, Nick said it might be time for a break.

Veronica didn't want to agree, but maybe it was as good a time as any to realize that she was covered in sweat and cum, and her makeup was a mess. As she sat up, she snapped her fingers. Before the sound could reverberate off the walls, she'd freshened up.

Patty had already done the same. And, damn, did she look beautiful. Her platinum blonde hair formed a bell around her cute, round face. The generous curves of her body seemed all the more impressive given her diminutive height. She had such thick thighs. But her waist was so tiny, her skin so smooth, and her muscles just prominent enough that no one could call her thick thighs a bad thing.

Veronica felt at pang of shame that she hadn't paid more attention to her sister. Everything Veronica disliked about her own body, she loved about her sister's. From that narrow waist to those gorgeous legs to that round ass.

Nick rolled his head onto one shoulder then the other, popping his neck like one might their knuckles. When he finished, he too was free of sweat and cum and other secretions. Then he held one hand out, palm up, and summoned a tray full of shot glasses. An invisible bottle filled them up with SoCo lime. Veronica's favorite, as Nick well knew. He passed them around and then cast the tray off into the ether.

"To Summer," he said.

"To family," Patty added.

They clinked their glasses together and downed the shots.

Nick was nibbling at Patty's ear a minute later.

So it was Veronica's turn to be neglected.

This time, she didn't need to convince herself that she was okay with that. She was still riding the high of the half dozen orgasms her brother had guided her through earlier. She hoped to go for a ride on her brother's magnificent pony again before too long, but she could almost be glad that it was Patty's turn. Had Nick asked, she'd certainly have said that she was ready for more, but the truth was that her pussy was a little sore. She hadn't even realized that their kind had to worry about that. Apparently it took a lot to bring them to that point, but they were not immune to it entirely. At least not those of them who were as young, weak, and inexperienced as she was.

While Patty mounted Nick reverse cow-girl and took his beautiful cock inside her ass, Veronica lay before them and alternately sucked on her brother's balls and her sister's clit.

With the comfort and euphoria that came with the good fucking her brother had given her just a little earlier, it was easier for Veronica to see that Nick was no more interested in Patty's ass than her pussy. But her sister was loving the attention her ass was getting. Just as she'd tried to tell herself earlier, over the obsessive ramblings of her inner neurotic.

The idea of trying to take her brother's fat cock, especially that swollen head, inside her own ass did not really appeal to Veronica. Or hadn't much before. But she had to admit, she'd always assumed that the only reason most guys seemed obsessed with anal was that they enjoyed knowing that it was uncomfortable for their partners. That they got off on the act of submission and humiliation involved when a woman offered to let him do anything he wanted to her, even if wasn't going to feel good for her.

That might have been true for some guys. Maybe even most.

But that wasn't what she was seeing here.

Nick was delicate with Patty. He wasn't even doing much of the work. Instead, he let her set the pace, and mostly just held her steady with a hand on her back or shoulder. Every not and then, he'd give her ass a playful tap or thrust his hips up into her. But mostly, she was using him for her sexual pleasure. And she was indeed taking pleasure in it.

That made Veronica curious. She might have to ask Nick to take her ass next.

Whenever she read about anal in erotic stories, or saw it in porn she watched with her boyfriends, it had made her uncomfortable. But listening to the sounds Patty was making, sensing the way her Libido was reacting. was making Veronica feel flushed.

A sudden sense of pride swelled up alongside her lust. She was glad that Nick was bringing Patty such pleasure. Glad that the two of them had a brother who cared about them the way Nick did. And pleased to see that Patty trusted Nick completely.

When she'd first started sharing her body with her family, Veronica had felt guilty. There was still a little of that. A residual she couldn't rid herself of, no matter how hard she tried. But it was getting weaker and weaker. Increasingly, she thought that there was something seriously wrong with a world that saw this as disgusting. A world that would shun and revile them for availing themselves of each other's affections. And yes, their bodies. They were beings of supernatural beauty and talent and sensuality. And they weren't supposed to share that with one another, because they happened to be related to each other?

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 Scene 5 

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Gabriela

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"I wish Mom and Dad were here with us," her brother said.

Gabriela sighed. Let he think that she was exasperated with him for expressing a perfectly reasonable sentiment, though, she took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles.

Wes was truly a wonderful man. She knew that. Most women would never know the touch of a lover such as he. To have him on one side of her and her son on the other should have made her feel like the luckiest woman alive.

Yet, no matter how guilty it made her feel, she just couldn't get all that excited about Wes, and couldn't help thinking that she'd actually have been luckier still if her brother, like her niece, would go join Kurt and Zoey, so that she could have Eric all to herself.

"Me too," she added.

She glanced at her son as she did.

If the talk about grandparents he'd ever met caught his attention, he didn't let it show. He was just staring up at the ceiling, wearing a goofy smile, hands folded under his head.

That made her smile herself. Though it also filled her with guilt. She was glad that she could put that look on her son's face. Could cast every doubt and concern out of his mind. But at the same time, she couldn't help feeling that her little boy had never really grown up. He wore a man's body these days. And he knew exactly how to use it. But the carefree attitude Eric exhibited even when he hadn't just experienced or orgasm or ten was more than a little childlike. Under different circumstances, she'd have found it endearing. But now that they were about to land on the Summer's shore, it was closer to alarming.

Did any of their kids know what they were getting into?

Even Nick and Veronica, normally the most mature and responsible of the bunch, were likely in for a rude awakening.

And not just because they'd never gotten around to telling the kids about how one of the things they'd swear to do when they took their oaths during the induction ceremony was to refrain from lying with anyone save their designated partner. The kids would not take too kindly to that, even though it was hardly the cruelest of their court's customs.

No, if the past was any indicator, some of the current generation would not live out the year. The Homelands were an unforgiving place. No matter how hard one tried to mind one's business, something always happened to make that impossible.

As it had to their sister.

"It's not right that we're the only ones that lived to see this day," her brother continued.

Gabriela nodded. He was right.

And he was also the only reason that either of them had lived to see it themselves.

Why then didn't she feel for him what he felt for her?

For starters, she allowed, he'd changed a lot over the years. As a result of living a quiet mortal life, or becoming a father, or because of Zoey. One way or another, Wes was housebroken. And, to be fair, in a lot of ways, that was a good thing. Wes was a good man, a loving husband, and a caring father. He'd done right by House Moody. That noble name would have no one to pass it on if not for him.

But when Gabriela looked at her brother, she didn't see a ruggedly handsome face, the way she knew she should. She saw an old face. The face of a man who'd weathered one too many storms, and probably wouldn't make it through another. A man who might be wise enough to avoid such storms, for a time. But whose survival instincts had lost their edge.

He'd never been a man of action. Not like their older brother. But he'd had something better, albeit less romantic. A keen sense of pragmatism. Wes knew when to fight, when to retreat, and when to negotiate. He knew what to give up, and what to take a stand on. He'd brokered a peace treaty with House Bravo, and talked House Hardt into a marriage neither they nor their daughter wanted. He wasn't the kind of man romance novels were written about. But he was the kind of man history books were written about.

Or he had been. Once.

Gabriela couldn't help feeling though that the fate of House Moody now rested upon the shoulders of another man.

Her son.

Nothing Wes did necessarily proved her suspicion. But she just didn't sense the same level of drive and determination in him that she once did. If only on a subconscious level, he seemed to feel that once he saw his son and daughter swear their vows, he'd have satisfied his life's ambition, and he'd be able to die happy.

Or maybe she'd just never seen him in the same light after her son had come of age.

Eric was overconfident, quick-tempered, and more of a novice than he thought he was. But he was also strong. Physically, emotionally, and even supernaturally, though he was still struggling to master his potential in that arena. Most importantly, Eric aggressively pursued the things he wanted. He would be an excellent provider.

He already was, in at least one respect, she noted with a grin.

But it would soon prove to be true in other senses as well. She was sure of it.

He'd always been protective. Not just of her, but of the whole family. No one could threaten her or her children without having to deal with Eric and his temper. And though Gabriela was less sure about this, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd do the same for Jennifer, though she technically wasn't related to him in any way.

Wes, though?

That wasn't fair. Because her son would also be too quick to take them to war, even when peace was the wiser course. What worried her was that her brother would try to salvage peace even when war was inevitable. Once upon a time, she'd have been confident that Wes would carefully, and dispassionately, weigh every option. While everyone else's blood ran hot, he'd be insisting that they do what was wise.

Would he still?

"Better two of us than none," she said, kissing Wes on the cheek.

His facial hair cooled her Libido. He thought it made him look manly, the poor sap. And maybe some of the younger women thought so too. She wasn't sure. Olivia sure seemed to think her Daddy was manly enough. But for her part, Gabriela just thought the beard made him look staid and old. Eric's face, as always, was clean-shaven. Youthful. Beautiful.

Once upon a time, Wes had known how to fuck her properly. But he'd gone soft.

No, that wasn't fair either.

His movements were deft, skillful, and deliberate. He knew how to tease and to please. Jennifer would have loved him. But he didn't have any fire left inside him. Or, worse, he did, but he didn't let it out around her. She tried not to think too much about it, but just a little earlier, he'd reminded her that Olivia got a whole different Wes than Gabriela ever did. With his sweet little princess, who everyone but Wes seemed to know was anything but innocent, he took control. He showed passion. Behaved like a man.

Why did he insist on seducing Gabriela softly then? Why wouldn't he fuck her, good and proper, the way she wanted him to?

Before he'd initiated Olivia, and before she'd initiated Eric, it had been different. Or at least she hadn't had any proper basis of comparison, so as to realize what she was missing. What he'd been holding back.

For many long years, Gabriela had gotten by without any man in her life besides Wes. And though she'd been aware that something was missing, she'd still looked forward to her time with him. To having a stiff cock inside her, instead of her wife's fingers, or her tongue, or a lifeless sex toy. For many long years, he'd sustained her. Kept her from losing patience with her agreement with Jennifer.

Ever since she saw what Wes could bring to the table, if he so chose, and saw what other men could give her that her brother either couldn't or wouldn't, she'd lost almost all desire for Wes. Not all respect, mind. She still valued him as a brother, and wished her children had a father in their lives who was half as good to them as Wes was to Olivia and Kurt. But having sex with him was no better than with Jennifer. Maybe even worse.

"You're an amazing woman, Gabs," he said, staring at her with wide eyes.

For fuck's sake.

She hated when he called her that, too.

Nonetheless, she forced herself to smile.

She'd never really been crazy about any of the nicknames people had given her. She'd gotten used to Gabby. Until Hank had left them.

Eric had started calling her that lately, though, and she had to admit that it sounded good coming from him. It was like her son's way of proving that he was her real spouse, not Jennifer. That always got her juices flowing. But if he were to call her Gabriela, that would have had the same effect. None of the other children called either her or Jennifer by their first names, after all.

"I can't tell you how proud I am of who you've become," she said.

True enough, as far as it went.

Eric cleared his throat, loudly.

Gabriela tried not to grin too conspicuously.

"And of the man you've become," she said, giving Eric's semi-flaccid cock a few pumps.

She wondered if either of them noticed that she'd used the word "man" when referring to precisely one of them. Probably not. If her brother knew how she saw him, presumably he'd finally start giving her what she craved and stop doting on her so sweetly. 

"You know, we might see one of our kids sitting the throne, one of these days," Wes said, looking at Eric.

Gabriela's heart raced.

So she wasn't the only one who saw it?

"Yeah," she said, meeting her brother's gaze. "I could see Olivia as queen."

And, indeed she could. She'd sooner see her son sitting there, of course. But she had to admit, Olivia had a lot of practice at getting men to do her bidding. In fact, it was downright scary how good she was at wrapping men around her finger.

Gabriela didn't much care for the little bitch. Mostly because she spent so much time wrapping a certain guy in particular around her finger. But she had to admit, Olivia had the makings of a real player. Wes had gotten something right with her.

How many of her own kids could she say that about?

Nick and Veronica were smart, but too idealistic. The Homelands would either forge them into something strong and powerful, or scour them away, leaving nothing but ashes behind. She wasn't sure yet which was more likely.

Annie wasn't ready. Technically, she was. In the sense that she was old enough. But she'd lived in a fantasy world long before they came to the Homelands. A world without consequences. A world where she could get away with anything by flirting or crying. Things were going to change for her, perhaps more so even than the rest of them.

And Patty?

The poor girl was entirely too sweet and innocent to be one of them. Gabriela was afraid the Homelands had nothing in store for her but suffering. If only she could keep just the one daughter away, back in the Playground. Of course, even then, there was bound to be no small measure of heartbreak in her future. Patty too lived in a fantasy world, though one rather unlike Annie's. In Patty's world, no one needed to flirt or cry or use their bodies to get their way. All they had to do was follow the rules and let their hearts be their guides and trust that, at least in the long run, everything would be okay.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 06



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Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

This concludes Part Four. Part Five and Part Six will continue this arc of the story.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

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

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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 Cast of Characters

 Gabriela : Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.

 Jennifer : Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.

 Eric : Gabriela's son. POV character.

 Nick : Jennifer's son. POV character.

 Patty : Gabriela's daughter. POV character.

 Veronica : Jennifer's daughter. POV character.

 Annie : Jennifer's daughter.

 Wes : Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.

 Zoey : Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.

 Olivia : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.

 Kurt : Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character.

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 Scene 1 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Gabriela

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"Enjoy yourself?" Jennifer asked her, giving her a knowing look.

Gabriela smirked. "Maybe." She noticed the faint glow her wife had about her, the gentle thrumming in her Libido. "And you?"

Jennifer blushed.

"Good for you," she said.

The short brunette gave her an odd look. But it disappeared quickly.

Did she think Gabriela was mocking her? Or was she hurt that Gabriela wasn't the least bit jealous that Annie could make Jennifer's skin glow like that? Did she still, even now, think that there could be something more between the two of them than there had been?

"Come on," Gabriela said, taking her by the hand and leading her down to the pier.

They were the last ones off the boat. Most of the others were already standing on the white sand, waiting to be led up to the veranda, where the veterans would finish telling the first-timers what to expect.

The Moody family island looked exactly the way she remembered it. But of course it would. It had only been two years since she'd left, from the perspective of the island.

For her, it felt like it had been a lifetime. When last she'd felt that warm, soothing sand beneath her feet, sand that sapped away her pain and frustration and anxiety, she'd been a young woman. One who had first journeyed to Summer not so long ago herself.

Now, she was a mother to two beautiful children.

Sometimes, it still made her head spin.

"Feels a little empty?" Jennifer asked, in a soft voice.

Gabriela smiled at her.

She hadn't actually been thinking of all those she'd lost. It was harder to keep them from her thoughts now that she was here, the last place they'd all been together. But over the past twenty years, she'd gotten quite good at suppressing painful memories.

"A little, yeah," she said.

It was the type of thing her wife expected her to say.

Jennifer wouldn't have such an easy time blocking out memories of her parents. Of an older brother and older sister that had been taken from her entirely too soon.

Perhaps that should make Gabriela think that Jennifer was more sensitive. More emotionally mature. But she didn't. What good would come from wallowing in the pain and sorrow of the past? How would it make her a better person if she chose to do so?

"We won't let anything like that happen again," Jennifer said.

"We?"

"We're still a family, aren't we?"

Gabriela kissed the top of Jennifer's head. "We are."

House Moody needed House Hardt too badly for Gabriela to give any other response. If her son was to be king, he'd need the support of Nick and Veronica.

Jennifer let out a contented sigh and wrapped an arm around Gabriela's waist.

As they caught up to the others, she heard her nephew say, "That's not just me, right? This sand is, uh, more than just sand?"

"You'll find a lot of things here are just like they would be in the Playground," Wes replied to his son. "But not everything." Then he looked past their kids to Gabriela. "What do you think? Should we give them some time to explore first? Or should we go ahead and get the boring stuff out of the way now?"

Eric and the others stared at her. She knew what answer they expected from her. And she'd have loved to give the answer that would make her son's eyes light up. But she'd always been too quick to give in to her son. It was time she started thinking less about what he wanted, and more about what was good for him.

"Boring stuff," she said.

Wes gave her an approving nod.

Her son did not.

But that was okay. It needed to be done.

Jennifer gave her hand a squeeze. "They'll need some time to let it all sink in anyway."

And they'd enjoy what little time there was left before the induction ceremony that much more, knowing that it would be the last time for a while that they could be with whomever they wanted. It was only natural that they were all dying to go out and explore the island. But if she let them do that, and waited until later to finish delivering the bad news, she really wouldn't be doing them any favors.

"Thank you," she told Jennifer. "For everything."

Then she kissed her wife deeply.

The brunette's knees buckled, and she was still swooning when Gabriela walked over to her brother and led him, and the rest of the group, up to the veranda.

"My turn to play harbinger of bad news," she told Wes, who'd very nearly given the kids heart attacks with his casual talk of death. "But I'd appreciate you being at my back."

"Of course," he said.

So after everyone got settled and they'd all conjured up their preferred form of refreshment, Gabriela laid down the bad news. How the agents of House Bravo would start spying on them. How some of the things they'd gotten away with before would no longer be tolerated. Like allowing mortals to see them together, or leaving the house without their disguises.

The reactions to that and the other smaller things were, as she expected, modest. There was some grumbling, and Eric informed them all that these rules were "fucking lame." But overall, no one was too upset. In fact, she noticed that Veronica at least was getting more and more anxious as Gabriela went on. Her daughter knew that she was stalling. That there was a real bomb that she had to drop, and it didn't have anything to do with what they could tell mortals about their sex lives or their family vacations.

Gabriela tried not to look Eric in the eye as she broke the bad news.

"Nick, you'll be paired with Annie. Patty, with Eric. Veronica, you're with Jennifer. And Kurt, honey, you get me all to yourself."

"And I'm all yours, princess," Wes told Olivia.

Zoey rolled her eyes and knocked back the rest of her drink in one gulp.

Kurt looked at her, then back to Gabriela. "And what about my mother?"

Gabriela looked to her brother.

He gave her a nod, put a hand on her shoulder, and fielded his son's question. "She's not one of us. Doesn't need to swear any vows. So long as she doesn't do anything to draw mortal attention to our kind, she's free to do as she pleases."

Zoey barked a laugh at that while she watched her glass refill itself.

"But we can't...," Kurt began.

"That's right," Wes said. "Wouldn't be breaking any rules for a married man to lie with his wife, of course,' he added, blushing.

Zoey glowered at him. Gabriela could almost feel the sarcasm dripping from that stare.

After that, everyone fell quiet.

Annie seemed to actually consider it good news, for reasons that Gabriela didn't quite understand. But the others were predictably devastated.

The pall of silence that hung over them was occasionally broken by the soft sound of waves crashing on the shore behind them, or the distant cawing of the beautiful birds that were Summer's version of seagulls.

Gabriela had looked forward to seeing those birds and their diamond-coated feathers again. But at just the moment, she wasn't in any mood to delight in their calls.

"Are we done?" Eric asked.

In truth, his face was expressionless.

But in her mind, at least, her son's face was filled with disgust. His eyes bore into her, accusing her of betrayal most foul.

She nodded quietly.

Slowly, everyone pushed back their chairs.

"You handled that as well as you could have," Wes whispered to her.

"Thanks," she said, hollowly.

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 Scene 2 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Nick

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"Hey," Veronica said, voice heavy with resignation.

Nick slipped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. He took a deep whiff of her hair. Through the melange of tropical smells given off by the island, it was hard to tease out her scent. But it was there. And it was beautiful.

"Think we should head up the trail, like the others?" his sister asked. "I think Mom-Jay said there's a beach house there. Inside, it's more like a mansion."

"Sounds nice," Nick said.

"Everything here is, isn't it?" she replied. "Strange, how a land can be so beautiful, and yet so dark and miserable."

He kissed the back of her neck by way of response.

"You think our family's island is this pretty?"

"This is our--"

"I mean House Hardt," she said. "We're on Moody Island."

Nick sighed. "I know."

Veronica hesitated a moment before saying, "You're right."

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Nick asked, looking around.

Just over there, there was what looked like a pineapple tree. But the fruits dangling from it only bore a passing resemblance to pineapples. The birds flying overhead looked a bit like seagulls, but more than a little like swans as well. And their feathers sparkled like diamonds. In the short time they'd been there, he'd seen all manner of flora and fauna he'd never imagined before. And all of it was breathtaking.

Yet his sister was right. Summer looked like paradise, but it most certainly was not.

"Mm-hmm," she said, absentmindedly. Then, rolling her head back to rest against his shoulder, she asked, "Nick, what are we going to do?"

"Obey the customs of our court, I should imagine," he said.

The words came out so easily. Because they really didn't have a choice. But ever since Mom-Gee's little speech, he'd felt a little numb.

"Be serious."

"I am," he said. "Don't forget the last depressing talk they gave us. About feuds and wars and how House Moody nearly died off and whatnot. We don't want to give Phil-"

"I know, I know," Veronica said. "But... a year? With Mom-Jay?"

He could think of worse fates.

Like a year with Annie.

He felt bad thinking it. Annie had gone from being the queen of her social circle, the girl every guy wanted, to discovering that she belonged to a clan of immortal sex-addicts... none of whom were particularly interested in her.

Besides their mother, at any rate.

Nick wasn't sure he understood it. Eric, at least, should have been more interested in her. She was more his type than Nick's. And, not so long ago, Eric had been excited about initiating her. But, lately, he didn't seem interested in anyone other than Mom-Gee. Not even Olivia, who had once been the center of his universe.

Annie deserved better.

But that didn't change the fact that he'd be picturing Veronica whenever he crawled atop her. He'd do his best to treat her right, but the two of them made a poor match.

"I know. You're no more excited about the hand you were dealt," she said. Then she added, "Riiight?"

He laughed. "No, I'm not."

"Good."

Nick buried his face in Veronica's thick, luxuriant black hair, then kissed the back of her head. This was why their parents had kept telling them not to get too attached. That they shouldn't think of their relationships with each other as anything but physical and familial.

But there had always been a wink-wink, nudge-nudge flavor to such admonitions. Just something they had to say. Or so he'd thought.

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 Scene 3 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Patty

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The sun felt great against her skin. Warm, but not too warm. And the cool breeze coming up from the shore couldn't have been more delightful.

Patty tried not to think of anything else.

She lay on a lounge chair on the back deck of the impossibly large and luxuriant beach house, soaking up rays, and most decidedly not wondering what Kurt was saying to his mother, or how she was reacting. Nope. Couldn't have been further from her mind.

There were more effective ways of distracting herself, of course. The last time she'd gone inside to get another margarita, she found Nick, Veronica, Annie, and Mom-Jay engaged in a Hardt family orgy. Right there, in the living room. By the sounds of it, most of the Moodys were doing the same down in the rec room.

But Kurt had said he wouldn't be long. And he'd asked her to wait for him.

Besides, it really was lovely out here. She could lay there, basking in the warm Summer sun and sipping peach margaritas, for hours. She didn't need sex or romance or affection or attention or any of that. It was nice to just enjoy some solitude.

By the time half her margarita remained, though, Patty was starting to get anxious. She laid the trashy romance novel she'd conjured up on the glass table beside her. What was she doing reading a romance anyway? If she wanted to take her mind off of Kurt, she should have been reading one of her medical thrillers. Or something a little less steamy.

When she found herself pushing her straw through dregs, trying to coax a few more sips out of the chunks of pink ice, she sighed and gave up.

Time to go join the Hardts.

Kurt and Zoey could go fuck themselves. Or each other. She didn't even care.

Just then, the back door slid open. And Kurt stepped out onto the hardwood deck.

Patty's heart went aflutter.

"Oh, hey," she said, fumbling with her paperback, trying to give the impression that she'd been lost in her reading.

The book fell onto her flat stomach.

Kurt snickered. "What're we drinking?"

"Margaritas," she said. Then, in a quieter voice, "Peach margaritas."

He smiled as he came around and sat on the lounge across from her. Her cousin mimed holding a pitcher over her glass, and a fresh round of frothy, frozen, pinky goodness filled her glass. Then he poured one for himself, lime, and stretched out on the plastic chair.

"How'd it go?" Patty asked, before hiding her face behind her drink.

"Umm," Kurt said. "Okay. I guess."

Patty frowned. "Sorry."

"No, don't be. It's just... well, she doesn't have anyone else."

"Your father," Patty said.

"Right. So she can have vanilla, perfectly acceptable and Republican-approved sex with her husband. Who, incidentally, is obsessed with their daughter. But other than that, she has to sit on her hands, while the rest of us get to experience the thrill of bucking societal taboos by committing the most depraved acts."

"I guess, when you put it like that... `Republican-approved' huh?" She giggled.

Kurt shrugged. "You know what I mean."

"I do," she said. "So, if you want to... you know, since the last chance for you two to...."

Her cousin gave her a flat look. "Don't be ridiculous. I want to be with you."

Patty did her best to hide her grin. The butterflies in her stomach went crazy though.

"I'm just saying I understand where she's coming from, is all."

"Understood," Patty said.

"Anyway, she's enjoying one of the family orgies right now anyway. Maybe your brother can help her forget me." He smiled into his glass. "This is going to sound horrible, but damn it feels good to say that."

Patty laughed. "That's okay. I won't tell anyone you said that." She sipped at her margarita. "Besides, I think those of us who are used to getting overlooked deserve to take just a little pleasure in seeing the tables turned."

Annie, the most popular girl never to join the cheerleading squad, came to mind.

"To the overlooked," Kurt said, raising his glass.

With a giggle, Patty clinked hers against his.

The alcohol might have been helping, but as they chatted, Patty noticed all the tension leaving her body. The butterflies went to sleep, and her nerves quieted down. She'd been so anxious for Kurt to take her inside and have his way with her, so nervous about what to say to him if they decided to just hang out by the pool like this, and yet now that he was here, she forgot all about that. If they made their way inside, that would be great. But if they didn't, that would be okay too. She didn't feel at all at a loss for words. Nor worried that he'd make fun of her for being too girly or too giggly or too naive, or any of that, the way other guys always did. The way her brothers, whom she loved dearly, sometimes did.

For a time, they forgot about the Homelands. About the stupid induction ceremony, the politics of the great houses, the cautionary tale of the aunts and uncles they'd never had a chance to meet, and all the rest. They talked about baseball and running and people who didn't follow gym etiquette and television and all those little things that mattered so much more to them than the stuff they were supposed to care about.

Gradually, their conversation turned a little racier. Flirtatious, even. And her cousin started undressing her with his eyes. Which couldn't have taken much effort, sine she was only wearing a bikini top and a short skirt.

Patty hastily finished her drink, and thought to herself that it was a good thing that their kind could sober up with a mere thought. She'd needed a little help taking the edge off. And the damn things were really delicious. But the last thing she wanted was to have dulled senses for what was about to happen.

"Shall we?" she asked, putting her empty glass down on the table between them.

Kurt didn't reply. Just polished off his own drink then stood up and offered her his hand. Then he led her not back into the beach house, but down to the shore.

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 Scene 4 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Nick

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"My turn?" Mom-Jay asked, as Annie slid out of his lap.

Nick only hesitated a moment before giving her a thumbs-up.

The idea was for him and Veronica to enjoy what time they could together before the induction ceremony committed him to Annie and her to their mother. But when they walked into the beach house, they found Annie and Mom-Jay on the coffee table, sixty-nining. And Annie had been quick to invite Nick and Veronica join them.

Neither he nor his sister had been crazy about the idea. But when their mother added her voice to the proposal, rather insistently, they'd both caved.

Which might not have been so bad, if that had worked out to mean more or less that Nick and Veronica had sex with each other while Annie and their mother did the same, with the four of them all just happening to be in close vicinity to one another. But it seemed that everyone was intent on getting a chance to ride him before it was too late.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 06



A sane man would have been flattered. Perhaps even ecstatic.

He just wanted more time with Veronica.

But he wasn't about to say it was torture, having three women fawn over him. Three beautiful women. And he enjoyed comparing them to one another. They were so much alike, the Hardt women. Each of them had skin like burnt toffee, full breasts, and dark hair. Yet they were quite different as well. Their mother had thicker curves from the waist down than either Annie or Veronica did. Whereas Veronica and Jennifer had jet-black hair, Annie's was dark brown, with artificial blonde streaks. And though none of the women had a particularly modest endowment, Veronica's glorious breasts dwarfed Annie's and Mom-Jay's.

They had different styles, as well. Which was only fitting, since their personalities weren't all that similar. Annie was aggressively submissive, for all the sense that made. His kid sister was more comfortable telling him what she wanted than most any woman he'd ever been with, but her demands were for him to dominate her. He balked at some of the rougher stuff she suggested, but overall, Nick tried his best to give Annie what she wanted.

His mother, as ever, was more interested in his tongue than his cock.

Eventually, she'd let him mount her. Or she'd ride him cowgirl. But it surprised him not in the least that when Annie freed up his stiff cock, his mother ignored it and sat on his face. He didn't much mind. Eating his mother's pussy was a pleasure well worth savoring. And Veronica took the opportunity to fellate him, since their mother apparently had no use for his member at the moment. But it wasn't how most women would have responded after being told that it was their turn to play with him.

As for Veronica.

Well, she was just about perfect.

It didn't seem right to use a Goldilocks metaphor, but it fit pretty well. He loved that his mother had instilled in him a proper appreciation for foreplay. And there was a certain thrill to the way Annie begged him to use her for his pleasure. But Veronica was neither too focused on the tender side of things, nor likely to ask him to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. Nor was there much she'd object to.

Later, after he'd serviced his mother properly, fucked her briefly, and passed her off to Annie, he finally got the chance to focus on Veronica.

"What do you say we try something a little different?" she asked. Though it took her a while to get all of that out, what with his need to feel her lips pressed against his.

"Such as?" he asked.

His sister guided his hands down to her ass.

He noticed that it was a good deal fuller than usual. Round, soft, yet with a solid layer of muscle beneath the padding to give it the right shape.

"Impressive," he said. "I keep trying to alter my-"

"I don't mean that," she said.

"Oh," he said.

She nodded.

"Vee," he began.

His sister pressed a finger to his lips. "I want this."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

He didn't want to say that he suspected she only wanted it because she thought he did, and she wanted to convince him that anything Patty had to offer, she could top. Didn't she get that he'd only paid so much attention to Patty's ass because she was self-conscious about it? Because he wanted his sister to be proud of her body?

But of course she did. She had to. This was Veronica, after all. If anyone understood him, it was her. Besides, though he'd sensed a little jealousy coming from her earlier, it hadn't been off-the-charts or anything.

"Please?" she asked.

Nick simply nodded.

So his sister climbed up on one of the couches, holding the back tight in her hands, and pushed her ass out at him. He stared at her transformed body for a few moments before setting to work caressing her round orbs. As his hands gently slid over her smooth, dark skin, he leaned in, nibbled at her ears a bit, and whispered, "This is nice, but I hope you realize that you're perfect just the way you are."

"You're contractually obligated to say that," she replied.

He fought back a laugh.

Sometimes, he lost sight of the fact that she was his sister. The same brat who'd thrown his action figures out after he'd made fun of her for watching Disney movies all day. The same girl who tore his report cards off the refrigerator door and taped hers up in their stead, and laughed in his face when he'd scored a more 1560 on the SAT rather than a 1600. And laughed again, louder, when she avoided his mistake the following year.

It was just so easy to slip into thinking of her as his girlfriend instead.

Other times, though, it really hit him. Exactly what he was doing, and how society viewed that. How wrong it was that he'd been having a hard time lately figuring out whether it was okay to tell his sister that he loved her, for fear that she'd think he meant exactly what he would indeed have meant by it.

This was one of those times.

"Maybe so," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "But it's still true. So you're not allowed to do this," he gave her ass a good slap to make sure she knew exactly what he was referring to, "again until you tell me what I can do to make myself more appealing to you."

"What if I can't think of anything?" she asked.

But he sensed the fear in her Libido. The shame. The panic.

Something had come immediately to mind, and she didn't want him to know that.

"You will," he said, kissing her again. "Or we'll just both have to make do with what the other has to offer naturally. One or the other."

"I'll think about it," Veronica said. Then she wiggled her hips so that her uncharacteristically large ass cheeks jiggled in his hands.

"Good," he said, before crouching down to give her a rimjob.

At first, her reaction gave him pause. But he sensed that it was more nervousness than anything. With the help of a little energy poured strategically into the right part of her Libido, she began to relax. And soon enough, she was moaning with his every tongue stroke. That was when he grew a second tongue and went to work on her pussy as well.

"Ungh, fuck," she said. "I can't take much more."

He pulled back and stared at her glistening holes. Her browneye had loosened up, looking a bit less like a balloon knot. Her labia were quivering, and slick with her sweet juices.

It was a positively beautiful sight.

"So I should stop?" he asked.

Veronica groaned.

He laughed then resumed his ministrations. It didn't take another minute before his sister's hips went crazy, her sphincter started spasming, and he tasted her cum. It was thick, phlegmy, and fruitier than her natural lubricant. He could eat her pussy out all day long and not get tired of that taste.

"Fuck me, Nick," his sister moaned.

So he did.

At first, he entered her pussy. To tease her, as well as to give her a little time to build up to taking him in the back door. While he slid in and out of her tight hole, he gently worked lube into her ass with his thumb. Once he got to the point that his thick digit slid in and out without meeting resistance, he pulled out and slowly pressed his bulbous head against the smooth ring of muscle.

"Slowly," she panted.

Nick took his time. She opened up readily enough, but he didn't want to rush things. A good dozen mini-thrusts later, he had the head in. At that point, he paused to let her catch her breath. Only when she begged him to did he resume his quest to bury his dick all the way to the hilt in his sister's tight ass.

When his groin finally pressed snugly against her round cheeks, they both sighed.

"Would you look at that," Annie said. "Didn't think Vee was into anal play."

"Shh," Jennifer said. "None of our business."

"Wish he'd fuck me in the ass," Annie said.

Their mother either pulled her in for a kiss after that or Nick just got better at blocking his kid sister out. From that point on, he didn't hear another peep from Annie. Or from anyone. His entire universe consisted of himself and Veronica.

She asked him to slow down a few times, but never to take it out. And though her sphincter threatened to go crazy a few times, making him think he ought to stop anyway, Veronica slowly got more and more into it. After a while, she was bucking her hips back against him and fingering her clit viciously, begging him to fuck her harder.

After Veronica experienced an orgasm so violent that she needed to take a brief break, Annie decided she was entitled to another go with Nick. He didn't object, but he pretended not to notice her subtle suggestion that they try anal. And, to her further disappointment, as soon as Veronica caught a second wind, Nick turned his attention back to her.

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 Scene 5 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Eric

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With a little coaching from his uncle, Eric finally managed to split himself in two. And, to his surprise, once he got the hang of it, it wasn't all that hard to maintain. It was disorienting, to be sure. And he could feel energy bleeding out of him at a frightening rate. But it didn't take any real effort to stay like that. So long as the women of his family kept feeding him energy of their own, he didn't need to worry about what it was costing him.

And feed him energy they did.

In fact, he had them cumming faster and harder than he'd have dared dream.

Both he and Uncle Wes wore two bodies. And between the four of them, Olivia, Aunt Zoey, and Gabby were getting plenty of attention.

If Eric had been forced to choose between spending the final hours before the induction ceremony with his kinky cousin, unbelievably beautiful aunt, or his mother, he'd have chosen his mother. Without hesitation. But not having to choose was pretty nice too.

With a somewhat guilty conscience, he found himself thinking that it was a real shame that he hadn't been able to spend more time with Aunt Zoey. His mother was the one woman he could not live without. And it was his mother he was going to miss most after the ceremony later that night. But, on a purely physical level, no one could quite compare to Zoey. If Barbie were real, she would have been jealous of Zoey.

She had also unleashed something lately that had been caged up each of the previous times Eric had been with her. There was a hunger in her eyes, a sense of reckless abandon. She didn't want to be seduced, as she often had. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. And he was more than happy to oblige. She even tried to outdo her daughter at once point, asking her nephew and her husband to DP her.

Of course, she couldn't really top his cousin. Olivia was insatiable. And then some. She not only demanded that Eric and Wes double-team her, often and repeatedly, but she really got into it. She didn't let them use her. No. They were living sex toys. Inanimate objects whose sole purpose for existing was to allow her to pleasure herself on them.

After a certain point, that should have lost its novelty.

But Eric was every bit as much in awe of how eagerly Liv took two cocks at once now as he had ever been. The raw sensuality, the complete lack of inhibition, the way she owned her sexuality, drove him insane. There wasn't another woman like Olivia anywhere.

At least, not that he'd met. In the back of his mind, he thought that if he spent enough time in the Homelands, he just might find others like her. But he pushed that thought away.

As much fun as he had with his cousin and his aunt, Eric didn't forget about his mother. After a while, he collapsed back to one body, and devoted all his attention to her.

With her, he felt something he never felt with any other woman. There were times when he thought they were connected on a supernatural level. Not in the sense that their fates were intertwined or that they shared a mutual desire that was special and unique. Not any of that cheesy shit. No, he actually felt like their Libidos were joined, like they didn't so much pass energy back and forth to one another as share it evenly.

It was pretty fucking intense.

On a purely physical level, too, Gabby had more than a few moves of her own. She didn't do some of the things Olivia or Zoey would do, but there were also things that she did with her body that neither of them could have managed. She seemed to sense exactly where he was in the path to climax, and contracted or relaxed her inner muscles at the exact perfect pace to guide him inexorably closer to that goal. Being inside his mother felt different from being inside any other woman. He almost expected to see the skies open up and hear choirs of angels sing when he slid home. It just felt so right to be in her warm embrace.

When he thought about the fact that he wasn't going to be allowed to sleep with anyone but Patty after tonight, he almost cried. Not that there was anything wrong with Patty. But the idea of having to go an entire week, let alone a year, without so much as kissing his mother was simply unbearable.

It sounded like they couldn't get away with breaking the rules though.

So long as Phil was king.

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 Scene 6 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Patty

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She'd built it up in her mind too much.

That was all.

It wasn't Kurt's fault that Patty was having trouble getting off. He was doing everything right. Maybe he didn't have Eric's confidence, or his muscles, or his way of holding her, squeezing her, making her feel like an object of genuine desire. And maybe he didn't have Nick's magic tongue, nimble fingers, or his way of putting her at ease and making her feel like the only woman alive. But he was nice enough to look at, eager to please, and had plenty of stamina. His cock had a funny curve to it that she couldn't look at without wanting to giggle, but which seemed to be perfectly designed to ensure maximal stimulation of her G-spot. He was plenty long too, if not as thick as either Eric or Nick.

So it had to be her fault.

Was she expecting rainbows to arch across the sky, and unicorns to gallop across the beach? Fireworks to explode overhead?

This wasn't even her first time with her cousin.

Just the first since he'd told his mother to back off. Since he'd gone to bat for her. Declared that she was the one for him, spurring another woman's advances in the process. The woman who'd given him birth and raised him from infancy. The woman who'd fed him and sheltered him, wiped away his tears and written his English papers.

Was it so wrong to expect that things would feel different after that?

That there'd be more, you know, intimacy?

The look on Kurt's face as worked quietly, pumping his hips back and forth, was one of intense focus. Like pleasuring her was a job he had to do, when he should have seen her as a woman that he desired, perhaps even cherished.

But that was just Patty being a hopeless romantic. Living in a dream world. As usual. If only she hadn't watched so many Disney movies with Veronica when they were little girls, and even when they were not-so-little. If only she hadn't read so many romance novels.

In short, she was being a silly little girl.

Part of her thought that she was still young enough that it was only to be expected that she'd think that way, but that line of thinking did not good. It only made her consider that Kurt was even younger. That he'd only turned eighteen a few weeks ago. His head was probably full of all sort of silly notions too.

Maybe he was trying too hard. Maybe it looked like he wasn't really enjoying himself because he was so worried about making sure that he didn't do anything wrong that he was forgetting to pay any attention to her, rather than just her body.

"Kurt, baby," she said pressing a hand against his cheek.

His eyelids snapped open, and he stopped what he was doing, mid-thrust.

"Hmm? Something wrong?" he asked.

Patty tried to hide her reaction. Forced a smile.

Obviously she'd hit the nail on the head with that last thought. It wasn't that he didn't care for her. Just that he was so deathly nervous.

"Relax," she said.

She took hold of her cousin by the ears and pulled him in for a soft, sensual kiss. Meanwhile, she thrust her hips up into the air, impaling herself in reverse on his hard cock. It was awkward, especially with the soft, shifting sand beneath her. But maybe he'd feel some like there was a lighter load bearing down on him if she took charge a little.

"Why don't you lie down," she said.

He nodded and pulled out of her then slowly settled down on the blanket.

Patty locked gazes with him as she mounted him. His blue eyes were wide as saucers. Did she really scare him so?

No, the fear of disappointing her did. And that was reasonable enough.

Still, when a girl looked down at her man, she didn't expect to find fear in his eyes.

"You're doing fine," she lied.

Her cousin laughed nervously. "Sorry. I just... first time in Summer, last time for a while... lot of pressure, you know? I want it to be perfect. But I'm fucking it up."

"No you're not."

But of course he was.

His hands roamed over her body. Without quivering. That felt good. If he would just keep that up, they might get somewhere. It didn't take much to get things back on track, apparently. She just wanted to feel his desire for her. With his hands touching her like that, she felt electricity shooting through her. Felt warmth radiating out from between her legs.

"Let me do the work," she said. "Just try to enjoy yourself, okay?"

Patty started off slow, but worked her way up to a more vigorous pace. He really did have a glorious cock. It was like a banana. From this angle especially, it was really easy to get him to press against the spongy flesh just above her opening. Damn, that felt good.

And he was finally starting to relax. He wasn't staring off into the distance. He was staring into her eyes. And she could feel his Libido churning like a stormy sea. His hands were getting more adventurous, and more confident. He squeezed her ass and her tits, grunting and moaning with such obvious pleasure when he did. That made her feel good. Even without her cousin saying so, she knew that he liked her curves, after he did that.

He had such a nice face. His nose was slim, his lips full, his jaw sleek, his cheeks and brow slight yet prominent. He wasn't gorgeous, like Eric, or as cute as Nick and his dimples. But he was pretty, if such a word could be applied to a straight man without it being demeaning. His hair was almost unnaturally yellow. Like the shape of his penis, it almost made her want to giggle, but at the same time, she wouldn't have changed it if she could. It was also thick and strong and healthy. Even with it cut short like this, rather than long and shaggy the way it used to be, you could tell that he had a full head of hair.

Best of all, though, were his eyes. They weren't electric blue like his mother's, but they did give off a faint glow. She hadn't noticed that before, and chose to believe that it took her to bring it out of him. Whether that was true or not, she didn't much care, because the very thought brought her to an intense climax.

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 Scene 7 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Kurt

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Kurt sat atop a rock, playing with Patty's hair and looking down onto the shoreline.

They'd not left each other's company since he'd talked to his mother. And no one had said anything, or come looking for them. Having Patty all to himself, without having to share her with Nick, with whom he suspected she had a stronger connection than either of them had yet even admitted to themselves, was seven different kinds of perfect.




Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 06



Well, maybe not quite. He'd actually come pretty close to fucking it up. But his cousin had changed course, and things had gone smoothly from there.

"Almost time to go back," he said.

"I know," Patty said, hugging herself tight.

She looked so small when she wrapped her arms around her knees like that. She was as cute as a button, though she hated hearing it. She had this thing about the word "cute" that he didn't quite understand.

"What do you suppose this king will be like?" he asked. "Think he'll even look human?"

"He's just one of us," Patty said, a bit dismissively. Perhaps realizing the way she'd sounded, she immediately added, "Or is he? Maybe he looks like a merman. Or maybe he's got a man's body and a fish's head. Wouldn't that be weird?"

Kurt forced a laugh. "You've got such an imagination."

"Hmmmph. Won't you feel sorry when Ariel's father shows up."

It took him a moment to catch the reference.

Disney.

Of course.

He kissed the top of her head. "That I will."

Unfortunately, he couldn't really think of anything else to say. Resisting the temptation to ask her how they would manage being apart for a year taxed his mental abilities too heavily. When he did manage to direct his thoughts elsewhere, they'd fall in the other rut, and he'd find himself replaying their time together on the beach over and over again in his mind, wondering what he could have done differently.

More or less the same must have been true for her, because they fell back into silence again after that. They'd actually barely spoken since they'd come up to the promontory.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

They should be making better use of what little time they had. In a few minutes, they'd have to go back to the beach house. And then they'd all sail over to the main island for the induction ceremony. After that, they'd head back to LA, in what the older generation insisted on calling the Playground. Once there, he'd be forbidden from having sex with anyone but Aunt Gabriela, and Patty wouldn't be allowed to give herself to anyone but Eric. There were so many things they should be saying to each other before that happened.

He just wasn't sure what any of them were.

The only silver lining he saw was that Patty hadn't been paired off with her other brother.

Of course, Kurt felt like an asshole for taking pleasure in that. His cousin would be happier with Nick than Eric. But that was exactly what bothered him. The look she'd gotten, the way her voice had turned all breathless, when she'd told him about her threesome with Nick and Veronica on the trip over. None of them seemed to think there was anything there. Nick and Veronica were something of a couple, as much as any of them were allowed to be. Patty was just sharing something special with them because he'd been busy with his mother. Or so the story went.

Did they all believe that?

He sighed and pushed the thought away.

"It's weird," Patty said. "Half the island seems so foreign. So exotic. Yet the rest of it is just like our world." Her voice was distant. Like she was on autopilot. Making conservation for the sake of making conversation. "That bridge we crossed on our way up here? That was so surreal. And I keep expecting to see that kind of thing everywhere. But I guess it'd be harder to appreciate the little pockets of crazy if they were everywhere, huh?"

"Yeah," Kurt said.

Idiot.

Couldn't he manage something more than a monosyllabic response?

The bridge she was referring to had gone under the river, rather than over. The water rose up off the ground, flowed through the air for a bit, then poured itself back into the riverbed. A few drops seemed to remember that gravity was a thing, but otherwise, it was like the laws of nature were no more strictly enforced than traffic laws in LA.

On the way up here, they'd seen flying fish and birds that swam in the river. Flowers likes of which he could scarcely begin to describe. They even saw a fire-breathing lizard, though they both agreed it couldn't quite be called a dragon. It was no bigger than a salamander, and didn't have any wings. Even so, it had been quite a sight.

But what was there to say about such things? Yeah, they were cool. But talking about them was just a way of not saying what either of them was thinking, wasn't it? And that was worse than the silence.

At least when neither of them spoke, he didn't have to hear the sadness in her voice.

"They're probably wondering where we are," he said after another awkward silence.

"Yeah," she said.

So without another word, they stood up, exchanged an awkward glance, and headed back down the way they'd came. Passed the strange river and exotic flowers and fantastic creatures. Without speaking a word.

When they got back to the beach house, they found everyone gathered outside, waiting for them. Dusk was still a little ways off, but there was apparently a consensus that they should leave early. Kurt understood that to mean that his father thought so, and that neither his wife, his sister, nor his sister's wife had cared to argue.

So they all walked down to the beach and climbed back aboard the yacht.

On the way over, Kurt's father told them about the families that lived on each of the islands as they passed them. There were only four families that were strong enough to contest the throne, but fifteen with their own islands. The rest lived on the main island. All told, about four hundred of their kind belonged to the First Court of Summer.

But at any given time, fewer than fifty could be found in the Homelands. With a few exceptions, everyone spent most of their time in the Playground. It was really on those that were in particularly good standing with the throne who dared to spend much time in Summer. Too likely that Phil would wonder whether they were plotting a coup otherwise.

Kurt wasn't sure whether he was more surprised that there were so many of their kind in the Playground, given that he'd never met or heard of any of them, or by how few of them lived here. The islands seemed mostly empty. It seemed like they could have supported a much larger population.

When he mentioned those observations, his father informed him that each of the two courts of Summer was larger than any of the courts in Autumn, Winter, or Spring. His mother then noted, a bit smugly, that the Eternal Garden of the Sun was larger than both of Summer's courts combined.

It all made Kurt's head spin.

He'd gone from thinking that there was no one in the world with powers like his to thinking that no one outside his family had such powers to thinking that there were countless others like them. Not one of those things had quite been true. They were not unique. But their kind was far from numerous. And every court had its own Playground, though they didn't all call it that. So in any given reflection of the mortal world, there'd be several billion mortals, but only a few hundred immortals. At most.

No wonder he'd never heard of any others.

In a way, it made sense. Their kind wouldn't blend in very well if there were too many of them. But there was something strange to the idea that he'd never met any others before today, would soon be surrounded by them, strangers all, and then after the induction ceremony, would be able to say that he'd met a significant chunk of all of Summer's children.

The trip didn't take very long, for which Kurt was thankful. He couldn't take dreading the induction ceremony any more. And he'd only first heard about it that morning.

So far as Kurt could tell, there was little to distinguish the main island from the others.

According to his father, it was ten times the size of the one that belonged to House Moody. But he'd just have to take his father's word on that. They docked at a stony pier much like the one they'd left behind, and headed for a white sand beach that looked pretty indistinguishable from the one upon which he and Patty had made love earlier.

As they disembarked, Kurt took note of their attire. He hadn't even noticed that, at some point, everyone's clothes had changed. A good deal less skin was showing, but if this was what passed for formal around here, then Summer had just about the loosest dress code that he'd ever heard of. Earlier, every guy had either worn his shirts open or worn none at all. Now, they all wore shorts and short-sleeved shirts, with most of the buttons done up. None of the women wore bikinis anymore, but the dresses and skirts that they'd donned instead left plenty of leg on display. And their necklines were hardly modest.

Compared to the way they'd been dressed when they'd first arrived in Summer, it was all very tame. But Kurt suddenly felt indecent. This was no way to go before a king.

Only then did it really hit him.

This wasn't a dream. Nor a fairy tale. The magical world he'd only recently learned was his family's ancestral home might have been fanciful and beautiful and exotic and located on the far side of nowhere, but it was real. And its king, by all accounts, was ruthless and paranoid. The warnings his father had shared with them back in LA suddenly sounded a whole lot less like the investment advice his father was always giving, or the tips for navigating the job market, than Kurt would have liked them to. Those were things that he might have to worry about someday, but not for a good long while.

The stuff about feuds and family members he'd never met and never would, though?

One wrong move tonight and his life would be forever altered. Or even ended.

He was suddenly having a hard time breathing.

Behind them, the sun was hovering just above the horizon, its bright orange twin burning bright in the ocean below. There was still some time before sunset, but not much. If they hadn't left "early" as his father had suggested, they'd already be on the king's shit list.

His whole life, he'd thought his father worried too much. He wasn't neurotic about it. No one ever got the sense that his father was stressed out. About anything, really. But he was always thinking really far ahead, and accounting for the most unlikely of scenarios.

Yet Kurt now knew that there would no longer be a House Moody if not for his father and his incessant worrying and unnecessary planning.

He had to learn to think like his old man, and quick.

Patty came over and slipped her hand in his. They exchanged warm smiles. No words, but this time, that didn't seem awkward.

It was a short walk from the pier to where they needed to be. Which was just a bit farther up. Not much past where the shoreline turned from stone to white sand.

Kurt had expected that they'd be going to some royal palace, but his father had explained that these ceremonies were always held by the water, where the view of the sun was unobstructed. In fact, he wasn't likely to ever see the royal palace.

That was somehow both disappointing and reassuring. As nervous as Kurt was already, he wasn't sure he could take an actual throne room.

First, he saw the bonfire. Then he noticed the ring of people gathered around it. There were a dozen or so of them. Maybe fifteen. And they were all dressed like he and his family were. Not a pair of pants or a formal gown among them.

That was some relief. Thought not much.

As he got closer, Kurt noticed that there was a strange form atop the pile of burning wood. It took him a moment to realize it was a person, sine whoever it was, they stood motionless. Like they were restrained somehow.

A human sacrifice?

Fuck.

His father had warned him that the Homelands could be brutal, but that was unexpected.

All around him, he heard the others gasping.

"Is he...?" Patty said.

"Burning?" Veronica finished.

"No, that's the king," Kurt's father said.

After a few more steps, it became clear. The mat atop the pyre was not tied to anything. Nor was there even any indication that he felt the heat of the flames licking at his feet. He wasn't so much as sweating. Just standing there, calm as you please. 

The king wore a loincloth, a necklace of shark teeth, and a makeshift crown fashioned from starfish and seashells. He was no taller than average, and little more muscular than Kurt. Not even as big as Nick, let alone Eric. If Kurt had to guess, he'd say that the king's skin was closer to bronze than brown. Of course, it was hard to tell, what with the fire bathing him in orange and yellow.

"Welcome," Phil called out.

His voice boomed like those giant speakers at concerts and in dance clubs.

As they drew nearer, the king walked down off the pyre. The flames parted before him, as though afraid to disgrace themselves by touching his royal personage unbidden.

Kurt had to fight the urge to laugh hysterically.

In a room full of ordinary mortals, Phil would have stood out as relatively handsome and uncommonly fit. But in the right setting, he wouldn't even have seemed remarkable by mortal standards. Compared to the ring of subjects surrounding the bonfire, he was completely unremarkable. Kurt certainly wouldn't dare call him unattractive. His toned abs, rounded biceps, strong jaw, narrow waist, and broad shoulders ensured that no one would ever say that of him. But Kurt had certainly expected more.

But then, he'd never seen anyone walk through fire.

Nor had he ever heard a voice that strong, that deep, that authoritative. And when the king's eyes passed over him, however briefly, he felt weak and exposed and inadequate. Though he hadn't noticed it at first, the air shimmered around Phil, the way it did the fire from which he'd just descended. The sand at his feet melted and congealed into glass.

Slowly, Phil held up his hand. Then, without warning, he snapped his fingers.

Such a simple, common gesture. But from the king of Summer, it sounded like a thunderclap. The ground shook and the sea stirred. Kurt noted, to his relief, that he was not the only one who'd given a start at that.

A man and a woman came around from the other side of the bonfire, carrying a chair.

If it was meant to be a throne, it no more looked the part than the king did. In fact, it looked like it had been assembled by a bunch of middle schoolers away at summer camp. The bits of driftwood were bound together with thick, rough hemp, and they fit together at odd angles. Besides the clam shell affixed to the back, which was larger than a man's head, there was no decoration of any kind.

The two set the chair down in the sand, with its back to the fire. They then bowed deeply and rushed back to their positions on the far side of the pyre.

Without a word of acknowledgment, Phil settled down into the chair.

"What a pompous ass," Eric whispered.

Kurt's back went stiff. What was his cousin thinking?

Granted, he hadn't said it very loudly. Kurt had barely heard him, and Eric stood less than six inches behind him, whereas the king was a few feet away. But still. How did they know the king didn't have supernaturally powerful hearing?

If he did, though, he gave no sign of having heard Eric. He simply nodded towards them. If you could even call it a nod. It was the barest dip of his head.

It took Kurt a moment to remember what that meant. But he did remember. He was already on his way to his knees when his father smacked his thigh.

A long minute passed before the king reached out and rolled his hand, bringing the palm skyward. When he did, they all returned to their feet.

They stood in silence after that as the king stared at them, his dark eyes unblinking. His gaze passed from one member of the family to the next without betraying any sort of reaction. His face was as stony as his chiseled torso.

Eventually, Kurt realized that the king was waiting for the sun to set.

It was most of the way there now. Its dying rays were like purple, red, and orange ribbons stretched out across the surface of the water. But a small semicircle still remained. And so long as it did, it would be uncouth to proceed.

It might have been five minutes. Ten at most. But it felt like an hour.

The longer Kurt stared at the king, the more he thought his initial assessment was mistaken. A man didn't need to tower over others, nor be densely packed with muscle, to make an impression. Not when he had a gaze like that, or such an expressionless face. Phil was the type of man who could make the guards at Buckingham Palace seem undisciplined. Perhaps even the kind of man who could withstand Chinese water torture for a decade without so much as flinching.

He might have an infamously short temper, if the stories Kurt's father told were to be believed, but so too was he possessed of remarkable focus and patience. He didn't so much as twitch. Just sat there, still as a statue. Staring at them.

When at last the bonfire was the sole source of resistance to the night, they began.

Phil gestured with a flap of his fingers for them to approach.

One at a time, they went before him, announced their names and the house to which they belonged. They swore fealty first to the king and then to the court's customs. Finally, they kissed his sandy feet before hurrying back to stand with the others, striving to be as still as the king himself had been while they'd all waited for the sun to slowly die.

All of them did so, except his mother. She swore to honor the ways of the people of Summer and to keep their kind hidden from the simulacra of the Playground, but she didn't swear fealty to the king or kiss his feet. In fact, the king rose from his chair, kissed her on the cheek, and announced that he was honored to have a scion of the Eternal Garden of the Most Sacred Sun grace his court with her presence.

Kurt knew his mother wasn't going to have to go through the same rigamarole they did, but he hadn't expected quite that reception.

The parents went first. Then the kids, from oldest to youngest.

When Patty's turn came, Kurt nearly lost it.

Phil made a point of looking her up and down. He'd done much the same with the rest of them, but he'd done so more surreptitiously. The bastard even went so far as to lick his lips. Quite gratuitously. And the way he moaned when Patty kissed his feet? You'd think she was giving him a blowjob or something. His eyes, open wide as eyes could go, followed her as she walked back to join her family.

Kurt's nails dug into his palms, threatening to break the skin. He clenched his jaw so tight he felt sure that his teeth would get stuck together.

Then it was his turn.

As he went to his knees before the king, he defiantly looked up and met Phil's gaze. He should have stared at the sand beneath him. He knew that. He was risking a war. He knew that too. But the way the king had looked at Patty had burned away Kurt's calm composure as sure as the bonfire behind him was consuming the dried wood.

To Kurt's surprise, his small measure of defiance drew no reaction from the king. He regarded Kurt dispassionately. The same way he had everyone but Patty.

It took more force of will than he'd expected to press his lips against Phil's feet.

After Kurt rejoined the others, the king stood up. "The First Court of Summer welcomes back the noble houses of Moody and Hardt," he said. "I am pleased to see the fresh young faces you bring with you, and hope that this new generation does its forebears proud." His eyes focused on Patty. "I ask only that one of them serve as my vassal."

No one said anything.

"Return here a week from now," he said to Patty.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty," Patty said, offering a curtsey.

No, no, no.

Not Patty.

Kurt didn't know how he'd stop it from happening. But he would.

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 Scene 8 

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Gabriela