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.