Homelands Pt. 03 Ch. 04

"Pretty much. I mean, those things I just mentioned, they're not entirely unrelated to the fact that you're my cousin. The reason we both have the powers we do is that we both inherited them from our parents, who got them from the same parents, and so on. But otherwise, yeah, it's neither here nor there."

"I see," I said.

I had to admit though, my own views were progressing in that direction.

"So. Like I said. Two more things you and our dear queen have in common. Lovely."

Finally, I forced myself to recognize that she was tossing out bids for reassurance left and right. "Brie, baby, you know how I feel about you."

"Do I?" she asked. She pushed her chair back from the table, and turned it at an angle, facing me. Then she crossed her legs. Her arms folded under her modest breasts. "Tell me. What is it that I know?"

"What do you want me to say? That I'm not interested in my mother anymore? That I don't feel anything for Iva? You're the one who was just talking about being over mortal views about sex. Don't you realize that just because I have feelings for them doesn't mean I don't also have feelings for you? That monogamy isn't the way our kind does things?"

"I don't want to be an also, Frank. And it's not because I'm hung up on mortal views about monogamy. You've got a bunch of beautiful and talented women to choose from. Me? I don't have a father, or a son, or a brother. Sure, there's Todd, who, don't get me wrong, is fucking hot. But he doesn't seem to care that much that there's a lot more he could do with his power, if he bothered to take the time to work at it. And I'm not counting Uncle Gus, the way you shouldn't be counting Iva, but for some reason still do, because he's a fucking Farrier. In case you hadn't noticed, that's something of a problem."

Well. If you put it like that.

"You've got me all to yourself," I said.

Stupid.

"For now," she said.

As I would have, in her shoes.

"The minute we're released from this place, assuming Iva wasn't lying to us when she said it would be temporary, you're going to go running for your mother, aren't you?"

No sense in denying it.

I didn't want to hurt Brianna. I really had come to develop feelings her lately. Which, not that long ago, seemed like something that never could have happened. But of course she was right that, as soon as I had the chance, I was going to try and see if I couldn't win my mother back. And though I wouldn't want that to mean Brianna and I wouldn't see each other anymore, it would obviously be a bit of a change from our current arrangement.

"So. There you have it," she said, eyes watering.

"Brie-"

Her chair toppled over as she stood, whirled, and strode away. A moment later, a wicked groaning filled my ears, and the ground beneath me shook. I realized that Brianna was splitting the treehouse in two. The floor separated cleanly, without any of the planks so much as splintering, and the two halves began to drift apart.

I struggled to keep the gulf from widening as I went after her.

She must have given up, because one moment it took a great deal of effort just to keep the gap between the two halves from growing, and the next, everything was back the way it was. But my cousin didn't stop her retreat until she got to the couch. She dropped down onto it like a wrestler giving his opponent an elbow-drop, picked up the remote, and turned on my least favorite reality show.

As I settled onto the couch by her feet, Brianna gave me a nasty look. But she didn't offer a word of protest.

And I didn't offer a word of argument, or reconciliation, or apology. Just took her feet in my lap and started giving her a massage. A gentle one. Not the stuff of foreplay.

For a while, neither of us spoke. Eventually, I asked a question about the show. Brianna answered, a bit snippily. A few minutes later, I asked another question, and this time, her reply was flat. When the episode ended, she looked a question at me, and I merely nodded. She snorted at that, but when I made a snide remark about one of the bitchy characters some time later, she chuckled. And before long, we were talking and joking with each other almost as much as we usually would.

When the fourth episode ended, Brianna turned the TV off and drew her legs up to her chest. "Okay, that was nice. You get points for that. But not too many. Because I know you, Frank. You can't stand to argue. So even though I know that must have been torture for you, no matter that you did actually do a nice job of pretending to enjoy it, which I appreciate, I think you'd probably be willing to do the same thing in order to end a fight with someone you didn't care all that much about. Because you're a peacemaker."

"Okay, there's obviously a lot of truth to that. But I do care about your happiness."

She sighed. "I know." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "And I know that sulking won't make you lose interest in your mother. I've just never worried about losing a guy to another woman. That sounds incredibly vain, but it's true. And I'm having trouble learning how to deal with it."

"I understand. You don't need to explain," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

"No fair," she said. "How'm I supposed to stay mad at you when you're being all sweet and understanding?"

I chuckled at that.

"But just because I realize I have no right to be mad at you doesn't mean I'm ready to forget about it. I'm still sad. And scared. And most definitely not in the mood for the makeup sex you think you just earned."

I laughed. "No one said anything about that."

"Mmm-hmm." She climbed out of the couch. "I need some trashy comfort food. Think I'm gonna make brownies. Care to help?"

So we went over to the kitchenette that absolutely didn't belong in a treehouse and made brownies. As we did, we flirted, exchanged a few kisses, and gave each other's asses a few light taps. Despite her words, I knew that if I wanted to, I could take her right then and there, and she'd be glad I did. But afterwards, she'd be convinced that I'd been nice to her just so I could get laid. So I behaved myself.

After we put the brownies in the oven, she asked, "What do you want to do next?" As if her voice wasn't suggestive enough, she buried her teeth into her plump lower lip and pumped her luscious eyebrows up and down at me.

"Finish that game of poker?" I asked.

She studied me silently for a few moments then said, "Okay. We can do that."

We got a few hands in before she threw everything off the table, jumped up onto it, spread her legs, and demanded that I fuck her.

Which I did. But not for long. After a few quick pumps, I picked her up, carried her to bed, laid her down, and went to work seducing her as slowly and torturously as I could. She almost cried when my tongue finally flitted over her little lady for the first time.

The sweet sound of desperation in my cousin's voice when she begged me to release her was all the motivation I needed to drag things out. But it didn't hurt that she tasted so good. Her juices were both salty and sweet. The cherry aftertaste was delicious.

My tongue slowly grew longer and more flexible. Soon, there were two of them. I licked her clit and labia while tongue-fucking her, reaching inside her womb with one of the overlong and preternaturally flexible appendages to stimulate her G-spot. A third tongue formed and worked her smooth brown-eye. All the while, Brianna bucked her hips, gripped the back of my head tightly, and muttered various curses and pleas.

When I finally entered her again, she practically melted. Her walls spasmed wildly against my shaft, her nails dug into my back, and her legs pulled me down harder than I'd have thought they could, slender as they were. It was in her face, though, that I saw just how intense her orgasm was, to say nothing of the way her Libido all but exploded. I'd never seen such a look of pure ecstasy.

Never, that was, seen such a look on her face.

A wave of guilt came over me.

It should be my mother underneath me. Not Brianna.

The brownies were a burnt mess by the time we remembered them.

"Well, shit," Brianna said when she took the smoking tray out of the oven.

I laughed. "Sorry to have distracted you."

She blushed. "I didn't mean that."

"I know. Just teasing."

I took the tray from her and shook it a few times. When I stopped, the tray was clean and empty. Then I shook it a few more times and it was suddenly filled with a fresh batch. Cream cheese was swirled throughout the top layer and chocolate chips were buried inside. As if that wasn't decadent enough, they were covered in a thick layer of rich frosting.

"That's cheating," she said.

"We're above that?"

"Not at all." She went up on her tiptoes and kissed me.

There was no way to eat the brownies without making a mess, but we enjoyed licking the crumbs and frosting off each other's fingers before cleaning up and heading back to bed.

Slowly, all the supernatural tricks we knew made an appearance, from blue bolts of ecstasy, spectral mouths, and floating hands to defying gravity.

For a while, Brianna split herself in two. I fucked her doggy-style while she ate herself out. Then she rode me while the other her grew a dick, knelt behind the first Brianna, and fucked her in the ass. Then, while the first Brianna was still getting DP'd by me and the other Brianna, I split myself in two as well and came around behind the second one. I tried not to think too much about what was between her legs as I lubed up her ass.

This was hardly the first time I'd seen her grow a dick. Back when she was queen, she and I had DP'd my mother, just before she sent me off to Silas' court. I'd even allowed her inside me a few times. Though it wouldn't quite be fair to say this was one of her favorite tricks, it certainly wasn't her least favorite either. So you'd think that sooner or later I'd just get used to it. But the idea still weirded me out. At least, if I thought too much about it. As long as I didn't look at it, the fact that she was fucking herself was almost arousing. So, putting it from my mind, I slid into her ass.

I wasn't sure how it must have felt for my cousin to be getting fucked in three holes while fucking a tight ass herself. Her own ass. But it had to be pretty intense.

Sure enough, we only kept that up for a few minutes before she couldn't take anymore. So we collapsed back down to one body apiece.

While I lay on top of her, fucking her missionary style, I tried something new. I thought back to the time my cousin and my mother had unlocked a memory of mine. One hand stayed on the mattress beside my cousin, but the other went to her forehead, and the tips of my fingers disappeared inside her. It was almost like dipping my fingertips in a sink full of water. I felt a little something when they broke the surface of her skin, but that was it. Much like it had felt when she'd stuck her fingers inside my head.

For a moment, I simply got used to the feeling. Part of me expected to be able to read her mind, even though Iva had told me that was impossible. But I really wasn't surprised to find that I couldn't. When was Iva ever wrong, anyway?

I had no idea how my cousin had found the memory my mother and father had sealed away. Maybe memories that were locked up stood out somehow. I couldn't really say much of anything about what was inside my cousin's head, even now that I was more or less literally poking around inside there. This must have been one of those applications of our talents that requires some genuine skill. A skill I apparently lacked.

At any rate, my goal was modest enough. I called to mind a series of memories of my own. Memories that included her. A few moments later, something floated up to the surface of her mind. I could only hope that it was actually the memories I was trying to bring forth.

My goal was to get her to stop thinking of me as a good lay who just so happened to be her cousin to start thinking of me as her cousin, who just so happened to be a good lay.

Her breathing accelerated and her Libido soared. I took that as a sign that it had worked, though I still couldn't have said exactly what was going on inside her mind.

It wasn't long before we climaxed in unison.

Afterwards, she lay beside me, one leg draped over mine, trailing her fingers over my chest. The smile on her gorgeous face took my breath away.

Fuck me.

I was falling in love with her.

I didn't want to. It had taken a long time to be able to admit to myself that I was in love with my mother. It felt so vulgar to fall in love with a family member. But if I was going to let that happen, I wanted it to be with my mother, and only my mother.

Still, there it was. There was no denying that I was falling for Brianna. Hard.

"So. Did it work?" I asked.

"You think I scream and curse and bite my lip til it bleeds just for the hell of it?"

"No, I don't mean did you cum. I mean, did you feel a hint of residual guilt? Did bringing up those memories force you to think of it not just as sex, but incest?"

Brianna offered a lazy smile. "I may have exaggerated anyway. Earlier. When I said I never feel that guilt. But, yes, whatever you did just now, I felt it more than I usually do."

"And you liked it?"

She chewed at her lower lip and nodded.

"Good," I said.

"It's strange. I guess it's just that I feel like we should think of it as if it's just sex. It's weird to me that we can be who we are, do what we do, go through what we go through, leave our mortal lives behind in so many ways, but still have this sense that it's wrong. It doesn't hurt anyone. And it feels really good. Why should we care?"

"I don't know," I said. I had some ideas, but it sounded like a rhetorical question.

"Mmm," was the only reply my cousin offered.

I smiled.

"You know, I've never really been obsessed with muscles," she said. "But this loook really works for you. Your arms have got to be thicker than my thighs."

"Well, in fairness, you haven't exactly got the thickest thighs in the world."

"From most guys, that might sound like a compliment," Brianna said.

I kissed her nose by way of response. Then her forehead. Then the top of her head. I lingered awhile, relishing the smell of her hair. Almost all trace of sweat was gone. Had gone when she'd cleaned up the facial I'd given her just a little while ago, I suppose. Now, her hair mostly just smelled of shampoo laced with a faint aroma of cherries.

"I love your hair, you know."

She started to laugh, but the sound died in her chest.

I suppose it sounded like a weak compliment. At least if you thought hair wasn't all that important. Which, I suppose, for some guys, it's not.

"And?" she asked. "What else?"

I slapped her ass. "This."

She gave a light whimper. "And?"

"Your eyes. Your tattoos."

"Now you're just making fun of me," she said. But her voice remaind playful.

"Not at all."

"Do you really like my ass?" she asked.

"Is that a serious question?"

She didn't respond.

"Absolutely," I said. It wasn't as big as I liked, but it definitely was nice. Her cheeks were nice, round, and well separated from her thighs. Usually girls as thin as her had tiny little cheeks that didn't touch each other, and it was almost impossible to say where their thighs ended and their ass began.

"Good," she said. "I guess I knew that. But it's nice to hear. I know you prefer your women curvier. But I'm proud of what I've got going back there."

"As you should be."

She gave me a good, long kiss.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? About being upset that I'm not into inbreeding?"

"Hey," Brianna said, tapping my chest. "I said if I wanted children, then I'd be upset about you being opposed to it. Don't make it sound like I said I am upset."

I snickered, gave the top of her head another kiss. "Right. If. But that's something you've thought about?"

"You haven't?" she asked.

I had. Hadn't I? But not with her, I didn't think.

With who then?

"I don't know," I said.

"Well, like I said, I'm not even sure that I want kids."

Wait, why were we talking about having kids?

"Okay," I said.

"Hmm. Memory problems again?"

"I guess," I said, unsure what we were talking about.