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.