Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 10

My other arm ended in something that did not even resemble a hand. I slipped one of the two amorphous protrusions inside Jane's ass. It pulsed slowly. The other filled her vagina, and sprouted tiny nubs. I rotated it, massaging her insides, especially her G-spot.

As if the effort of maintaining a second penis and reshaping my hands into unreal sexual instruments were not enough, I also poured energy into suppressing their climaxes. I let their ecstasy build, carry them in the natural direction, but did not let them quite reach their destination. Each woman experienced a series of miniature orgasms, too small to really dissipate the rapidly growing tension. Just sufficient to keep them from feeling as though they were unable to enjoy the overwhelming stimulation they were receiving. This lasted for at least twenty minutes before I finally let them explode.

Both Jane and Aunt Liz immediately ejaculated, their bodies spasming uncontrollably, as the raging river of pleasure I poured into them finally overflowed the banks.

Most of the excess flowed right into me. I almost choked as I drank in all the energy I was drawing away from them.

They needed a while to recover, but were far from satiated. Jane didn't last much longer though. She bid us good night, smiling ear to ear.

Aunt Liz and I showered, exploring each other's bodies as if we hadn't just done precisely that. I stood behind her, gripping her ass with one hand, a heavy breast with another, my head cupped in the space between her neck and her shoulder.

"How did you do those things?" she asked.

"Magic," I said.

"That's basically the truth, isn't it?"

"More or less," I said.

"We're not human, are we? Either of us?"

I nibbled her ear. "Not so far as I can tell."

"Neither is my sister. Or your father. I married a mortal, but my sister didn't. So both sides of your family come from that other world."

"Yes."

"My Brianna doesn't have the same blood you do."

"I guess not," I said. "But that doesn't seem to be holding her back."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I planted a few more kisses on her neck. I felt her shudder. "Nothing."

"I don't know how I know these things. I can do things like you did though."

"I would imagine so."

Her breasts grew, and suddenly my hand felt inadequate to the task of holding them.

Liz twisted her neck, turning her head around, and kissed me deeply. After what felt like several minutes, she broke the kiss. "I'm not your first, am I?"

"No, but the truth is, I have no idea when or how it all started."

"So you've fucked your mother. My sister."

"Many times."

"I should be disgusted by that."

"But you're not," I said, moving the hand that had cupped the swell of her ass to hold the other of her now engorged breasts. "Are you?"

"No," she said. "It actually turns me on to think about the two of you going at it."

I worked her nipples more and more vigorously. "You'd like to join us, wouldn't you?" Apparently she didn't remember that she'd already done just that.

She moaned. "Fuck, yes. Is that gross? That I want to slurp my sister's juices, taste her cum? Want to look down between my legs and see her head buried between them?"

"It's no more perverted than what we're doing now," I said.

"Maybe not. And I guess I don't even care that I usually prefer my women to be trim. But the last time I pulled Ellen's hair, it wasn't in the throes of an orgasm."

"Are you sure about that?"

She laughed. "Okay, maybe not."

"How about after this, we go refresh your memory?"

"I'd like that," she said. "I'd like that a lot."

I took one hand away from her amazing breasts and guided my thick cock into her warm folds. She gasped as the head spread her lips wide.

"Oh, god, that's so perfect. It's almost too big. But only almost."

My hands took hold of her humongous breasts once more. "Same with these."

"I always wished they were bigger. I don't know why. Most of my friends had smaller breasts than me. I guess I was just jealous of Ellen."

"You shouldn't be. You're gorgeous."

"You don't think your mother...oh fuck yes, harder baby...don't think your mother-"

"She turns me on, yes. I have a serious thing for her, actually. No sense denying it. Always have. Probably exactly because she's my mother. But on some level, I can't help but think that I should look at her and say to myself, 'That's too much.' I know most men do. I can't imagine anyone having any complaints about your figure though."

Liz pushed her hips back to meet mine, her timing perfect. Her ass shook delightfully with each smack against my thighs. "Enough smooth-talking. Just fuck the hell out of me."

I freed one hand, slapped her huge ass. "Fixin' to."

We went a few more rounds, pouring everything we had into pleasuring each other. She was positively insatiable. And the things she could do with her mouth defied words. She experimented with the limits of her power, wrapping herself around me in impossible ways.

Eventually we decided we'd better go and see if Uncle Jim was home. Well, there wasn't much doubt of that, given how late it had gotten. It'd be more accurate to say we finally realized that he would start to worry sooner or later, and the range of stories we could expect him to believe got smaller and smaller the later the hour.

Yet even knowing this, as we went down the stairs to the garage and across to the house, I kept thinking about grabbing Aunt Liz, taking her back to my room, and fucking the hell out of her one more time. Watching her hips roll from side to side, her ass cheeks tightening and jutting out from her body so nicely with each step, and knowing that I wouldn't have another chance to be inside her until tomorrow, was quite painful.

We walked into the living room to find Uncle Jim stark naked and passed out on one of the black leather sofas. His mouth was open, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth.

"Does he do this often?" I asked Aunt Liz, who had let go of her imitation of my mother's figure. Not that there was anything wrong with hers.

She started to shake her head, then whipped it around at the sound of someone opening the refrigerator door in the kitchen. "Who's that?" she asked.

"Oh, hi, Mom," Brianna called from behind us. How had we not noticed her? "I thought I'd drop by and see how you two were doing."

My cousin walked into the living room, eating a bowl of cereal. She wore red silk panties, a matching bra, and nothing else.

Her skin was glowing. I remembered what that meant, even if Liz didn't.

She gave me a quick smile. "Didn't know you were here, Frank. How're you?" She pointed the spoon in her hand down at the big wooden bowl. "Forgive me for not hugging."

I couldn't be sure if I was supposed to be surprised that she was practically naked, and that her father was. After all, as I was just noticing, the air reeked of sex.

Brianna didn't have the type of figure I preferred. Her thighs weren't much thicker at any point than they were at the knees. Though, on the other hand, they did look like they went on forever, even though she was shorter than her mother, who was not the tallest woman to begin with. Whether that was because she was so thin or because she was actually shaped differently than should have been possible, I couldn't have said. It wasn't exactly unheard of in our family anyway. But she really was damned skinny.

Well, that wasn't quite fair.

Jane was skin and bones, yes. Briannna was thin, without question, but if not for my preference for voluptuous women, I would never have considered describing her the same way I would Jane. The truth was that, while her breasts were much smaller than her mother's, considering how thin she was, they reasonably proportional. And I wasn't giving her legs enough credit. Her thighs had a little something to them. I also had to admit she had nice hips. I couldn't tell from this angle, but I thought I remembered having noticed before that she had a surprisingly well-shaped ass. Small, but hard and round.

No, her body was not ideal in my eyes. But it was still quite appealing.

And there was nothing critical you could say about her face.

Even guys who didn't dig redheads thought Brianna was gorgeous. Her skin was almost as white as her teeth, which themselves made most people's look brown in comparison. But despite that, she didn't have a freckle on her. Her lips were not as full as her mother's, but they had a delightful shape to them, with the center part of her upper lip standing out prominently. It wasn't the sort of mouth where the upper lip was thick, larger than the bottom lip, but the kind that looked like three circles, one above the other two. Her eyes were large, and her irises bright green with tiny flecks of brown and gold. Her lashes were long, thick, and heavily curled. An exquisite measure of kohl framed her lids, further accentuating how fair her complexion was. As did her moderately thick red-brown eyebrows. She wore her hair short, pixie-like. Her nose was slender, pointy, and had a diamond-stud in one nostril. Her cheekbones were prominent, her jaw delicate.

"Brie, honey, do you know why your father is naked?" Aunt Liz asked.

Brianna held up a finger to tell us to wait a second while she finished chewing her mouthful of cereal. After she swallowed, she said, "Because I just got done fucking him."

Aunt Liz's mouth fell open. Had she already forgotten what we were?

Brianna dropped the spoon in the bowl, planted one small fist on a hip. "Don't even think you can try to guilt-trip me. You think I don't know where the two of you have been? Didn't see the weakness in your knees, the glow to his skin, the smile on your faces?"

"What? We didn-," Aunt Liz stammered. "Don't be...that's ab-"

I shrugged. "Yeah, okay. That's true. And her friend Jane joined us for a little while."

Aunt Liz stared at me. She was obviously going for reproachful, but on another level of reality, I was bathing in the warmth of her desire.

"What? She's obviously not buying it. And why should we be ashamed?"

Brianna jabbed her head sharply in an approving nod. "There you go. How was she?"

"Pretty amazing," I said. "Those lips are every bit as wonderful as you would imagine."

Brianna ran a finger over the gentle swell of her breasts. "Mmm. I bet. I just love a woman who understands that the mouth is the most powerful of all sex organs."

I stepped closer to Aunt Liz, took her hand in mine. She made a token gesture of trying to pull it away, but there was no real effort behind it.

Still holding her hand, I came around behind her, kissed her neck softly. I guided her hand between my legs. She started to pull away. All I did was tap her elbow and she abandoned course. A moment later, she gripped my penis through my shorts.

"I think your mother is only pretending to not be interested." Then, to Liz, I whispered, "Shh. It's okay. It's not like there's any pretext of normality left to save."

Brianna licked her lips slowly, then placed the wooden bowl on the large marble coffee table. "Okay, here's the deal, Mom. I'm aching to get off. Again. I'd like to feel your soft lips brushing against my moist folds. You can either tell us that you want to take part, or Frank and I will go elsewhere to have some fun without you."

Liz gave my cock a few excited jerks. I could feel her pulse racing.

"That's it," I said. "You know you want to."

"Fuck. Okay, yes, I want to fuck you, Brianna. I want to fuck my own daughter, and watch my nephew shove his gigantic cock into your tiny little snatch, watch him spread you wide like he did me. I want to see if you can fit his massive slab of meat all the way in your mouth, down your throat. And yes, I want to eat your pussy and taste your cum."

I had her bra opened and was pulling the cups away from her full breasts before she finished saying that. Her nipples were rock hard.

"Well, that's more like it," Brianna said, slipping her fingers inside the waistband of her panties. "I was hoping you'd come around."

I went to my knees, held Liz's hips in my hands, and pulled her panties off with my teeth, pausing for a second to leave light teeth marks in one of her ass cheeks.

While I was still on my knees, Brianna came over and began to play with her mother's breasts. Aunt Liz's head rolled back and she sighed contentedly. She cupped her daughter's face to her breast with one hand on the back of the younger woman's head. I gently forced her legs apart, gripped her thighs tightly, and did my best to pleasure her orally.

"This is too much. I can't take this standing up," Liz said, one hand on the back of my head, and one on Brianna's.

We moved as one to the coffee table, laying Liz on her back, and resumed.

After a while, Brianna told me it was her turn to taste her mother's pussy.

I straddled Liz's chest, pushing her breasts together around my cock. She leaned down and sucked on the thick mushroom-head. But she didn't put much effort into it. Whatever Brianna was doing between Liz's legs, it was apparently quite overwhelming.

After Liz came, she told Brianna to take her place so that she could return the favor. Judging by how quickly Brie's eyes rolled back in her head, Liz was every bit as good at eating pussy as her daughter was. I didn't bother trying to get Brianna to blow me. Instead, I circled around behind Liz and lubed up both her asshole and my cock.

"Mm, okay, but slowly," she said between mouthfuls of her daughter's pussy.

Per her request, I went slowly as I worked a shortened, tapered cock inside my aunt's ass. Even after I felt her sphincter relax, I didn't work up too much of a pace. I wanted to make sure I didn't distract her too much, lest she fail to satisfy Brianna properly.

But once I heard Brianna announce that she was cumming, I immediately picked up the pace, slamming into Liz's ass full force. I suspected it was the surprise of the change in tempo more than anything that brought her over the finish line. She grabbed the edges of the coffee table, her sphincter spasming around my cock, as a climax overtook her.

Then my cousin came and knelt beside me, and the moment I pulled my cock from her mother's ass, she dropped down and took it in her mouth. As she spit polished it, I enhanced its size once more. Her eyes went wide, but she didn't take it out of her mouth.

Slowly, I worked my way onto my back, lying on the floor, making it easier for Brianna to work. She fingered her clit with one hand and ran the other over my abs while she blew me. Her lips were not as magical as her mother's, but fuck, did she have talent.

Liz knelt behind Brianna, tucking a lock of sweat-dampened black hair behind her ear while she caught her breath. "Does she have you all the way inside her mouth?" she asked, meeting my gaze over her daughter's back. I nodded. "That's my girl," she said with a smile, then picked up where she'd left off with Brianna's tight pussy lips.

After an eternity of almost unbearable pleasure, I finally shot what felt like several loads of hot jizz into the back of my cousin's throat. Around the same time, Brianna experienced another climax of her own, and her attempts to moan in pleasure as she did had a wonderful effect. She swallowed every drop of what must have been damn near a pint of jizz.

The three of us stood up, Brie and I breathing heavily.

"So do you think you can fit that monster in your snatch?" Liz said. "I can't wait to see it sliding in and out of your glistening folds."

"I'm sure I can," Brianna said. "But I'm afraid I want to take him off somewhere more private after all. Sorry, Mom. But I'll come back to spend some time with you too."

Then Brianna took my hand and we stepped across worlds.

We were in a white gazebo, with large, cushioned benches, overlooking a lake. Absurdly large butterflies flitted through the air. The sun was low in the sky, casting warm rays onto us. The lake was lined with trees, their foliage bright and multi-colored. Except it was late August, not mid-October. Or I thought it was.

Brianna pushed me down onto one of the benches. Her outfit had changed. She now wore white stockings that stopped just above her knees, black heels, and a gauzy black skirt that you could see right through, in addition to the red panties and bra she'd had on earlier.

I stared up at her dumbly as she started to dance. Her movements were slow at first, hypnotic. Every so often, she'd throw in a fast snap of her hips, a quick shake of her ass. Gradually, her pace quickened, until she was rippling her ass in a way I would not have thought possible. Her arms snaked through the air, flowed over her body, pushed her breasts together, stretched out towards me as if beckoning me to her though I somehow knew I should not interrupt the performance. I could not get over the way she moved her hips and her ass. I would have sworn it took more meat than she had to pull off those moves so effectively. At one point, she planted her hands on the bench opposite me, threw her legs up to either side of me, and, holding herself up off the ground, shook her ass in my direction, pumping it through the air, before hopping back to her feet.

Unable to stand it any longer, I pulled my dick out and started stroking it.

Brianna smiled at me. "So I'm guessing you'd love to know if I was telling the truth when I told my Mom I can fit all of that thing inside me?" she asked. As she did, she popped her hips back and reached around to slap one of her ass cheeks.

"Certainly love to see you try."

"You'd be surprised," she said, "at the things I've fit inside me."

"That so," I asked.

"Speaking of which, do you mind if I invite a friend? No offense intended, but I'm such a filthy slut I kind of get bored with just one dick inside me."

I started to tell her that wasn't a problem for me, that I could accommodate her on that front well enough by myself. But I didn't. "Sure," I said. "Whatever gets you off."

She sat in my lap, facing away, grinding the crack of her ass against my throbbing cock. Leaning to the side to let me stare down her shoulder at her breasts, Brianna reached up and grabbed the back of my neck. She then guided one of my hands to her hip. "That's what I like to hear. But careful what you say. You have no idea what gets me off."

"I'll keep an open mind," I said.

"Good idea," she said. "You might learn a thing or two."

"I'm sure you can teach more more than a thing or two."

She chuckled as she climbed out of my lap and back onto her makeshift dance floor.

I kept stroking my cock. It was almost the size of my forearm at the moment.

Brianna stripped her joke of a skirt off, used it to floss her ass cheeks, then threw it around my neck. Soon, she pushed her panties to the side, slipped her fingers inside her vag. They came away glistening, and she presented them to me.

Her juice was salty and sweet. That hint of cherries was exquisite.

She slipped away again. Wriggling her hips, she shimmied out of her panties and tossed them at me. There was a tiny triangle shaped tuft of red hair above her gorgeous slit.

Her bra came next. I realized that most guys wouldn't have this problem, but I couldn't help wishing her breasts were bigger. They bounced around vigorously as she danced. Probably a big A, if not a small B. A world of difference compared to Jane, to be sure, even if well shy of either of our mothers. And her round hard nipples, so dark pink they were almost brown, were absolutely gorgeous.

I'd lost track of how aroused I was, and before I knew it, I was cumming. I kept stroking furiously, tossing my jizz onto Brianna. She laughed, rubbed it into her skin as if it was lotion. Though she did lift one sticky rope up and lick it from her finger.

A moment later, the cum was gone.