Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 10

Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Ten

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You might want to read Chapters One through Nine first.

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

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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I clicked on picture after picture, each steamier than the last. Why would Aunt Liz stay logged into her email account if this kind of thing was there, just waiting to be found?

In the two days I'd been staying with my aunt and uncle, I'd slowly started to suspect something wasn't right. Once or twice, when looking at Liz, I saw something other than a middle-aged housewife who tried to take care of herself but was still carrying some extra pounds. On those two occasions, I'd ever so briefly thought I was looking at a porn starlet. Her face looked more or less the way I suspected Aunt Liz might have if she wore more makeup, lost a few pounds, and was a decade or even two younger. Her skin should not be that fair, that tight, that free of all but the faintest imperfections and signs of aging. This woman also had a killer body. Her breasts were no smaller, yet much perkier. And her ass was also about the same size, much firmer, more heart-shaped, and sitting higher.

It was that same woman I found in the photographs, in a series of compromising positions. Okay, "compromising" was putting it mildly.

I heard the front door open and clicked away to another tab then minimized the browser before opening an automatic update window. The type of thing I was supposed to be doing. Being more tech-savy than my aunt and uncle, I had agreed to come visit them and help set up their new computer and design and launch a website for my uncle's business.

"Hey there. How's it going?" Aunt Liz asked, walking in. She wore a long overcoat, despite the South Carolina weather. Patent-leather heels and silk stockings peeked out from underneath. Her face flashed back and forth from the image I thought was the right one and the stunning beauty that I somehow knew was also Aunt Liz. She put her purse down. "Not staying. Just forgot something." She left her purse on the table and hurried up the stairs.

I shouldn't. But I did. In her purse, I found lube and an anal plug. And a hotel room key. I wrote down the name of the hotel and the room number.

Aunt Liz came back. The lump in one of the overcoat's large pockets looked like it was made by a pair of handcuffs. "Be back late. There's money for pizza on the counter."

"Okay. Have fun," I said.

Googling the hotel chain, I found only one locations within twenty five miles. I waited ten minutes then rushed to my car, tucking my raging hard on up into my waistband.

I sat in the car a few minutes, gathering my thoughts. Was I really about to go spy on my Aunt Liz while she had a sexual rendezvous? How was that any of my business?

It wasn't, of course. But that didn't mean I was about to pull out of the parking lot and drive back to her house, passing up a one of a kind opportunity.

So I got out of the car and went by the door to the room. Faint sounds drifted out. A bed squeaking. A woman moaning. A man grunting. Another woman's voice, though too garbled for me to make out what she was saying.

I went to the front desk and asked for a room. I hoped he gave me one close to theirs, but I was pretty sure it didn't matter, and I wasn't sure how I'd explain why that was important. Feeling a little guilty about it, but not wanting to leave a paper trail, I convinced him that I handed over a credit card without actually doing so.

Once inside the room, I wasted no time. I sat on the bed and focused on the sense of Aunt Liz. I'd done this before, when tracking down some old high school crushes. Never members of my own family, but it ought to work the same.

I'd only ever tried to get a sense of where they were at the moment though. Right now, I was attempting full blown clairvoyance.

Sure enough, a blurry image filled my mind a moment later.

A young blonde, barely legal and unable to fill out her halter top, sat on the edge of one bed. She stared with rapt attention at the scene unfolding on the other bed.

Aunt Liz was handcuffed to the headboard, lying on her stomach, with something shoved in her mouth. Something silk, maybe, to judge by the sheen. A huge black man knelt between her legs, pushing a cock as thick as a beer can into her pussy.

For a few brief moments, I watched. But I realized that however it was possible for me to spy on her, it took a lot out of me. I just gave myself another couple of moments to enjoy the way Liz's astounding ass tightened up each time the man thrust into her.

I dropped to the floor holding my head in my hands. It had been simple enough. But it was anything but easy. Like running a marathon. Just one step after another. Simple.

After I regained my energy, I gathered myself up and walked back to the car. Paying greater heed to the speed limit than I had on my way out here, I drove back to their house.

When I walked in, Uncle Jim asked me where I'd been. I told him I'd needed to go pick up some software, and while I was out, I got dinner. When he asked where the software was, I said they didn't have it in stock and I would have to order it off the internet. He made some cranky old person remark about how that always happened these days, and it was like the internet was making everything harder, which seemed to be more or less completely the wrong way of looking at it. No wonder Aunt Liz felt safe leaving her email account open.

Liz didn't come home all that late after all. Not as late as I'd expected anyway. Her eyes were half open, her lips curled in a perpetual grin, and her knees wobbly. Or maybe that was only one version of her. My uncle didn't seem to notice anything.

The three of us watched a movie. Like everything was as it should be.

But that wasn't really what I was watching. Instead, I was watching an infinite loop of the scene from the hotel room over and over in my mind.

It made me feel dirty, sick even. I should have been horrified. Not aroused. But damned if knowing that I shouldn't be did anything to change the fact that I was.

Liz's ass was round, wide, and was mostly comprised of thick muscle with just the right amount of soft padding. When her muscles tightened, her cheeks slapped together so fast, I was sure I'd have heard them clap if I was in the room. Her legs were relatively slender, but the thick ropes of muscle gave them nice curves. And even though she'd been lying on her back, just from the half-moon sticking out the side, I could tell she had fairly sizable breasts.

I stayed up late that night, masturbating repeatedly.

Aunt Liz, a schoolteacher, always got home fairly early in the afternoon. At least a few hours before Uncle Jim, who owned a consulting firm that specialized in civil engineering. Or some kind of engineering. I didn't really know. Or care.

"How's it all going?" Liz asked as she walked by Jim's home office the next day after she got home from work. She fiddled with her hoop earrings. Her sensible wool skirt came to her knees, and her thick sweater almost succeeded in hiding her charms. Despite the modest outfit, it was clear that this was the sexy version of her.

"Fine," I said. "Great, actually. Found some very interesting things online today."

She stopped, backtracked to the doorway, and stood there with one earring out and one still in. "What's that?"

I smiled at her. "Some pictures."

"That so?" She took the other earring out. "Of?"

I lowered my voice. "Take a guess."

She almost dropped the earrings. "Oh my god." Her skin drained of what little color it had to begin with. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You should get yourself a drink."

"I--you can't-" she bent down, took one heel off, then the other, and padded into the kitchen. When she returned, she had a glass of white wine in one hand, the bottle in the other. "What do you want? You wouldn't be telling me if you planned on showing your uncle. Money? You know we're broke. I could sell my car, but it's not worth much."

"I don't want your money," I said.

Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. "Well, what then? I don't have anything!"

I didn't reply.

"You can't be serious." She stared at me, brown eyes wide. Then she burst out laughing, her breasts shaking. "My god. You're sick. I can't believe your my sister's son."

"Aren't you going to tell me to get the hell out of your house?"

She breathed heavily, cheeks flushed. "Yes."

"Sounds like you really mean it. And if I don't?"

She finished her glass of wine in one big gulp, then topped it off. "I can't believe you're blackmailing me. We're related by blood. Why do you even want to?"

I stood up, walked over to her, took the bottle from her small hands, and drank deeply. "Look, Aunt Liz, I don't actually care about what you did. None of my business. I didn't make copies of the pictures. Delete them if you want. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened. I wanted to get your attention, yes, but I'm absolutely not blackmailing you." I placed a hand on the swell of one of her hips. I was proud that the movement was swift, confident, without any hesitation. If I betrayed how nervous I was, this might play out quite differently. But if I could come across as confident and in complete control, I was sure that this would end precisely as I wanted. She was pretending not to want this. But if she really didn't, she'd have reacted quite differently already.

My aunt looked down at my hand. I met her eyes. She showed no reaction.

"I'm not threatening you with anything. Cover it up, live your lie, and I won't even say a word of it to you again, let alone Uncle Jim." I pulled her a little closer. Her hand went towards her hip. For a moment, I thought she was going to lift my hand away. But when she laid her hand over mine, she did so tenderly.

"All I'll say is that I saw something I didn't expect to see in those pictures, and that's why I'd want to. You positively exude sexuality." I paused for a moment. "But even so, I only want it if you do too."

"And, what, because you said my pictures were hot, I'm supposed to suddenly melt and throw myself at you? At my own nephew?" Despite her words, she actually inched closer to me, craning her neck to stare up at me. Her mouth opened slightly, her deliciously full lips flirting with the idea of puckering up for a kiss.

Even if the body language didn't say it all, I knew she wanted me. I couldn't explain it, but I sensed something awaken inside her. No, not awaken. But swell, at least.

I poured her more wine. "Tell me something."

"What's that?" She pressed against my chest with just enough pressure that you could almost say that she was trying to push me away. Almost.

"Why aren't you shaking?"

Her voice dropped. "Fuck you." Her legs inched apart. The roll of her hip under my hand made my cock twitch. "You don't know what you're talking about."

I leaned closer, made like I was going to kiss her. Her eyes closed. I stepped back. "No, of course not. You're clearly outraged," I said.

She opened her eyes and threw the wine glass she'd all but forgotten against the wall.

"I'll be in my room," I said.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I honestly thought it would have been sooner. Suppressing a smile, I opened the door without a word.

Aunt Liz stood there holding a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses. She wore a white bra with floral print and a matching skirt that was so short that it basically only covered her hips and her pubic mound, leaving me to guess whether she was shaved bald. Pink pumps adorned her cute little feet.

"You're an asshole, you know that? I don't even know why I'm here."

I slipped an arm around her waist. Not only didn't she resist, she leaned into me, holding her breath. "I think you do know. And that's quite a mouth you have."

"You've never heard a grown woman curse?"

"I didn't mean your language. I meant those lips."

She blushed. And licked her lips.

"Anyway, what took you so long?" I asked.

"Had to make a phone call," she said.

"Contesting charges on your credit-card bill?"

"Inviting a friend over," she whispered.

"That so?"

"You don't mind, do you?" Aunt Liz leaned in closer, her breasts pushing up against me. "Or are you going to insist on having me to yourself?"

"Just don't try to turn me into a spectator."

"Not to worry." She tapped the head of my cock. "I promise that won't happen."

"Good."

She licked her overfull upper lip again, though it still glistened from the last coat. "Ever been at the center of a threesome before?"

"Yes," I said. "And I've usually been disappointed."

Her fingers brushed the very tip of my head ever so lightly. The faintest graze, really. "I must not have been one of the women," she said.

I let the hand on her waist slide down to her ass. Fuck, it was nice. A little soft, with nice give to it when I squeezed, but underneath, a solid layer of steel. "True enough," I replied. Though in the back of my mind, a thought buzzed, protesting my answer.

"Don't get me wrong. I like pussy. Quite a bit. But I love cock. And though it should disgust me, something about fucking my nephew has got me absolutely sopping wet."

"Could that something be this?" I said, placing my free hand on hers and guiding it back to my thick cock.

"Might have a little something to do with it, my Master of Subtlety."

"And your friend? Does she like men too?" I asked, ignoring her comment.

"Oh, yes," Aunt Liz said. "Don't worry about that." She gave my dick a solid squeeze. Her hands were so small, and I'd somehow made my dick grow so large, the effect was almost comical. "But I'm not sure she can handle this thing. She's very small. You're going to have a hard time getting it in her vag, and you certainly won't be able to put it in her ass. But, lucky for you, I'm pretty sure I can handle it. In either hole. And I just love anal. And not in the way that some women claim to love it just to get men excited."

"We'll see what we can do about that," I said. "As for your friend, I'm surprisingly flexible. Should be able to work something out."

Aunt Liz laughed, slowly stroking my python. "I hope so, for her sake as much as yours. But I'm telling you, she's insanely tight. I tried fisting her once, and I thought she was going to kick my head clear off my shoulders. Which, for most men, wouldn't mean a thing. But in your case, I think that says it all."

"And yet you want me in your ass."

"Desperately. Fingered myself thinking about it while I was on the phone with Jane."

"How'd you know how big I am?" I asked. "Been doing some spying of your own?"

She laughed. "You were pretty hard earlier. When you stood up, I almost fell over."

"'Think you can swallow the whole thing? Bury your nose in my pubes?"

"Damned if I won't try my hardest," she said.

Finally, I leaned in and kissed those oversized, impossibly soft lips. I'd almost forgotten the pleasure of a simple kiss. But with her mouth, it would be hard to overlook.

After some tonsil-hockey, I hooked a finger inside the front of her bra, started to pull it down, hoping to free her breasts. But she grabbed my hand by the wrist. Her grip was surprisingly firm given how small her hands were. "Let's wait for Jane."

I nodded. At least she didn't have a problem with making out while we waited. I wasn't far from busting a nut, just from the touch of her lips, when we finally heard creaking on the stairs. I stepped back from Aunt Liz, summoning a pair of loose shorts. Having enhanced my modest piece to such a massive size, there still wouldn't be any real mystery for Jane on that front. But this would help prove we hadn't started the party without her.

Jane topped the stairs, entered the loft apartment. She wore jeans that were obviously supposed to be tight, and did in fact hug her hips, but still hung loose even over her thighs, and a tiny T-shirt with a kitty's face plastered on it in sequins. Her face was cute, with her little button nose and bright eyes, but the almost complete absence of any feminine curves was not doing it for me. I hadn't gotten a great look at her earlier, being a little too focused on my aunt, but my initial impression held up unfortunately well.

Liz introduced me to Jane. Her voice was bubbly, high-pitched.

I wondered why, if Aunt Liz was going to take a female lover, she'd choose this tiny little thing. But as we all started to undress and intermittently kiss and fondle one another, I started to get a better idea. For one thing, Jane was confident and open-minded, not the least bit uncomfortable in her skin or shy about sharing her body with us.

And she doted on Liz. Adored her really. It was like she couldn't do more than pretend to enjoy herself if she couldn't be sure that she was satisfying Liz. She needed for Liz to need her. I could see how that'd be intoxicating.

Still, Liz wasn't lying about how insanely tight she was. I had trouble getting more than one finger inside her while I ate her pussy. At least at first. Some men would find that appealing. It certainly wasn't as if I preferred my women loose. But this was almost hard to work with. I'd have to let my cock shrink a good deal to get inside her pussy.

All the same, I had to confess that I enjoyed the way her eyes looked like they might pop out of their sockets when I took my shorts off. The simple, naked desire I saw in her eyes was powerfully exciting.

The body she had hidden under that outfit was pretty much exactly what I expected. Her breasts were close to non-existent. Her pink nipples were puffy and prominent, but that was all that could be said for her chest. While technically, I realized that she had an ass, it almost looked like someone had found a woman who had one and cut it off. It wasn't just that I preferred them big and round, which I did. Though it was a very different type of appeal, I'd seen women with small yet tight, firm asses. The kind where the cheeks didn't touch unless she forced them to, but still, the two little half-orbs demanded a certain respect. Jane's ass didn't even look like that. Just flat and shapeless.

But all the same, she was so open and selfless a lover, it was hard not to start to see her differently after we fell into a messy tangle of flesh atop the bed. Watching her do everything she could to satisfy Liz orally, I found myself wanting her to want my approval as badly as she obviously wanted Liz's. When she then did in fact do the same for me, I was quite pleased with the result, even though it was clear that I did not occupy the same status as Liz in her mind. I had to gradually shrink my cock closer to normal size, in order to allow her to get it inside her mouth. But once I did, I found her efforts quite gratifying. Not as enjoyable as Liz's, to be sure. But if she had Liz's lips, there'd almost be no contest.

Almost. Liz was damned good herself.

At some point, my memories percolated up towards the surface of my consciousness. This was not the first time I'd had sex with the incredible goddess that was my Aunt Liz. Nor was it even the first time I'd had a threesome with her.

I'd shared her with both Mom and Cindy.

Other things returned to me. A conversation with Grandma. Things I knew I needed to master if I was ever to be a serious player. Extra sex organs. More exotic transformations.

Jane lay on her back, her legs open wide. Liz was on her knees, attacking Jane's clit. I knelt behind my aunt, grew a second penis, and then filled both of Liz's holes at the same time. She moaned approvingly.

But I did so much more than that. One arm grew comically long, and I used it to reach up and play with the tiny blonde's stiff nipples.