Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 01

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Part 47 of the 79 part series

Updated 10/27/2022
Created 07/30/2011
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Author's note

Part Six takes shortly after Part Five. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three, but if you have not read Parts Four and Five, you will find the story difficult to follow.

Just as Part Three concluded the portion of the story set in Autumn, Part Six concludes the Summer cycle. Part Seven will take us to Spring and introduce a new cast of characters, as Part Four did. But, as I've said before, this is not the last we'll hear from these characters. As will be apparent by the end of Part Six, all of the individual parts of the story are ultimately going to converge.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, many chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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From the carefully arranged flowerbeds that were filled with row upon colorful row of exotic specimens to the exquisite jade statues and the marble fountains, the royal garden absolutely took Patty's breath away. Even more stunning than its beauty, however, was the fact that it was found on the grounds of her father's palace. Hank Fisher was a man whose most colorful item of clothing, so far as she could tell, was a faded pair of jeans. A man who often wore a bowler hat and carried a cane, as though they lived in some other century.

Then she spotted her sister standing by herself in the shade beneath one of the taller statues and it came to Patty.

There was a reason that it seemed like her father couldn't possibly be responsible for such a gorgeous display. Annie had been living with him for nearly two months now. In that time, she'd hardly left the royal palace. In a sense, the place was her home more so than it was their father's. It only stood to reason, then, that Annie's sense of style would make itself known. Granted, Patty had never known Annie to have much of an eye for such things either. Her sister had never missed an opportunity to call Patty an old woman trapped in a young woman's body whenever she found Patty watching HGTV or reading Better Homes and Gardens. But she'd often suspected that Annie had more interest in her sister's pursuits than she let on. And it was easier to believe that she'd picked up something from Patty than it was to imagine that her father knew the first thing about floral arrangement.

Patty went over to Annie, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "Love, love, love what you've done with the place."

A faint smile spread across her sister's lips, but she didn't turn to face Patty. Instead, her gaze lingered on what was apparently an object of extreme fascination.

Following her sister's gaze, Patty found, to no great surprise, that Annie had been staring at their father. He stood a dozen yards away, talking to Gabriela and Eric. And he was looking pretty damn good, too.

She'd never understood Veronica's thing for older men. Nor had she any idea that Annie, of all people, shared it. If her sisters had felt their father's absence so keenly when they were growing up, Patty couldn't quite see why. She'd never thought that their two mothers were anything less than perfect parents. Had never really wondered what life would be like if their father hadn't left, or why he had done so. Not any more than was to be expected, anyway.

But, just at that moment, it was a little easier to wrap her head around. He still wasn't really her type, but she could definitely see the appeal.

It helped that he'd adopted a younger appearance. No longer was her father's mane mostly silver. Streaks of it still remained, but his hair was mostly chestnut brown now. Where there'd once been a scraggly beard, there was now only smooth, clean-shaven skin. Skin that still looked worn and tough, but significantly less so than it had before. Some of the lines that had been etched into his face were no longer there, while the deepest of the remaining crevasses had become a bit shallower. If their father had been relatively handsome for an older man before, he was now simply handsome, without any need for qualifiers.

No less important than the changes in his face, though, were those in his wardrobe. Patty had dated guys who dressed plainly, and she'd never thought anything of it. Even thought it cute. But she had to admit that seeing her father dressed so well was having an effect on her. The black three-piece suit he wore was of the finest silk and could not have been cut more perfectly to fit his form. It made his shoulders look broader and his waist thinner than she thought she remembered them being. The fabric squeezed tightly about his biceps and quads, but had the right amount of slack elsewhere. And, of course, it made him look sophisticated. His wing-tipped shoes were smart, his silver watch beautiful, and his green tie more colorful than anything Patty had seen him wear before. True, he was still carrying that cane around, but it seemed less out of place now. And he'd lost that silly hat.

He looked more like a wealthy playboy entertaining guests than he did a king receiving subjects. And not the kind of playboy who women fawned over simply because of his money.

"Isn't he just dreamy?" Annie asked with a sigh.

"Yeah," Patty said. "He actually kinda is."

"Sorry," Annie said, finally turning around. "I haven't seen you in forever, and here we are talking about me."

Actually, they were talking about their father. But, apparently, that was a distinction without a difference. After all, by agreeing that he looked good, Patty was effectively commending her sister on landing a great catch.

Annie gave Patty a hug, looked her over, and said, "My, my. Isn't that a pretty dress!"

Patty blushed.

It was, really. But it definitely wasn't the type of thing Annie would be caught dead in. For one thing, it had an empire waist, right up beneath the bust. The kind of waistline preferred by women who prided themselves on having nice breasts but felt the need to hide the rest of their body. For another, it had a modest neckline. Though Patty was indeed proud of her full yet perky breasts, she'd never been as comfortable putting her girls out there the way quite as shamelessly as Annie did.

Worst of all, though, the dress was pink. Not baby pink, either. Shocking pink.

There had undoubtedly been a time in her life when Annie had worn pink. As an infant, if nothing else. But Patty couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her sister in it.

Given all of that, she found it rather unlikely that her sister had actually meant what she'd said. Besides, if she had, it would have been the first time she'd ever paid Patty a sincere compliment for her choice of clothing.

But Patty didn't care. She liked the way she looked in the dress. It drew one's eyes towards her breasts without being indecent, and it helped to deflect attention away her broad hips and big ass. Her legs didn't even look too short in it, the way they did in most every other dress she'd ever tried on.

If Annie was thinking to herself that it was ghastly, that it was entirely too girly for a grown woman to wear, well, that was her problem. Patty wasn't going to let anyone ruin the good mood she'd been in since she'd slipped it on earlier that afternoon.

"Me? How about you?" Patty said, slapping her sister gently on the shoulder. Her eyes traveled up and down Annie's figure. "You'll have to forgive me. If it seems like I'm staring, that's only because I am."

"Oh, stop," Annie said, looking away. Then she grinned and peered back at Patty through a fan of long eyelashes. "He picked it out for me," she added as she tugged at the hem of her green cocktail dress with her thumbs and forefingers. "I never thought green was my color, but I look good on his arm when I wear this."

"I bet you do," Patty said.

It was a bit trampy for Patty's tastes. Her sister's boobs were practically falling out. But if it had a more modest neckline, it would have been gorgeous. The silk was elegant and the color rich and fabulous. It fit Annie just right too. In that dress, Annie looked like she was all legs and breasts and nothing else from the waist down.

Which of course meant that it wasn't anything Patty could ever wear. She absolutely did not have the hips for a dress like that. Or the legs.

"Anyway, Pattycakes," her sister continued, "How the hell have you been?"

"Oh, I don't know," Patty said. She stared at her feet, trying to focus on how pretty her pink nail polish was and how cute her white strappy sandals were rather than thinking about her sister's question. "Fine, I guess."

"You guess?" Annie asked. "What's there to complain about now that Daddy's king? Summer's become the paradise that it should be!"

Patty worried at her lower lip.

It wasn't that she disagreed. Since their father had taken power, a lot of things had changed. The worst of the old rules had been scrapped. They could be with whomever they pleased, whenever they pleased. No more pairing up with random members of the family for a year at a time before everything got reshuffled. Patty and her siblings had never even submitted to that practice, but it had always sounded absolutely insufferable.

Nor did the new king demand much from them. No one was expected to sleep with him if they didn't want to, the way they had been with Phil. So long as they didn't draw too much attention to themselves in the Playground, they were basically allowed to go about their lives as they pleased.

The real question, of course, was how long that would last. Nick and Veronica were convinced that their father was just trying to lull everyone into a false sense of security while he built up a proper power base. Once he had, he'd impose his will on them. Rule with an iron fist. Or dragon's claw, for that matter.

Still, that wasn't why Patty hesitated.

"You don't want to hear it," she said.

"Course I do," Annie said, brushing her fingertips through Patty's hair and giving her a sympathetic look. "You're my sister. I want you to be happy."

Well, if nothing else, their father had taught Annie to lie more convincingly. Perhaps he'd even taken some of the venom out of her blood. Helped ease her insecurities. It wasn't often that Annie told either of her sisters that she wanted them to be happy.

"It's just that I'm kinda lonely," Patty said. Then, laughing at herself, she added, "Can you believe that? We left behind the mortal world for some crazy fantasy world of non-stop sex. Fun for the whole family. I'm getting more play than I ever did before. Really, really good sex, too. Whenever I want it. But, somehow, despite all that, I've never felt so alone."

Annie frowned then pulled her in for a hug.

The shock of it almost made Patty fall over. After a quick recovery, though, she wrapped her arms tightly around her sister's waist. She even rested her cheek against the shelf formed by Annie's big boobs. It felt good to just hold her sister. To get some recognition for what she was going through without having to explain it or justify it or defend it.

"You'll find someone," Annie said at last.

Patty burst out laughing.

This wasn't the Playground. They weren't mortals. There weren't plenty of fish in the sea. She had two brothers, a father, and a grandfather. That was it. Eric and Gabriela were every bit as inseparable as Nick and Veronica. And Patty didn't really care for older men, even those with killer bodies. After what had happened with Kurt, that meant she was pretty much out of options.

True, she wasn't really limited to her family. In fact, they weren't even supposed to fall in love with each other. Despite everything that had changed since their father ascended the throne, that much was still true. But no one seemed to be paying attention, including the king himself. And it wasn't like she met others of their kind all that often either. Seemed all the men of the Homelands were too busy with their mothers and their sisters and their cousins to get out to the bars or join dating sites or do whatever her kind did to meet people when and if they strayed away from home.

Why did her cousin have to turn out to be such a spineless mama's boy? Why did he have to choose to remain in the Eternal Garden? Why didn't he love her?

"No, really," Annie said. "You will."

"Where?" Patty said with a sad laugh.

"You'd be surprised...."

Patty raised an eyebrow. "You know something I don't know?"

Was her cousin coming back to Summer?

"Maybe I do," Annie said with a coy grin. "There are benefits to sleeping with the king."

Patty rolled her eyes. "I bet." Then, when her sister didn't elaborate, she said, "Well?"

Annie shook her head. "He'd kill me if I ruined his big surprise."

"Come on," Patty said, slapping her sister's upper arm.

"Not gonna happen."

And, true to her word, her sister said not another word about it.

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"Have you got it with you?" his father asked.

"Got what?" Eric asked, brow furrowed.

"Eric!" his mother whispered.

Those green eyes darted down to Eric's right hand, which had been repeatedly curling into a loose fist, opening up, and then closing again. As if he were gripping the handle of his sword. Eric could almost feel the worn leather against his skin. His Libido quivered at the mere memory of the blade and the way it gently but persistently drained energy from him. He hadn't noticed that at first, but the more he bonded with the sword, the more noticeable it became. His daily sessions practicing with the blade increasingly left him fatigued. But when it was in his hands, he felt powerful. Invincible, even.

He hadn't even realized that he'd just been daydreaming about holding his blade, longing for the thrill of its touch. It was just that he'd been so tense since the moment they began preparing for this gathering.

Something big was going to happen here today. Something he wasn't going to like. He didn't know what, but he knew that much.

"Always," Eric told his father at last.

The king gave a nod. "As you should. But you won't have need of it today."

Like he was going to tell Eric that he meant him harm.

But that was just his nerves talking. His father had something planned, and it wasn't going to be good, but neither was it going to threaten his life or that of his mother. If the king wanted to take them out, he wouldn't do it like this. When and if that day came, there'd be no advance warning. No hours of dread and anxiety and preparation.

Besides, since taking the throne, his father hadn't really given Eric any reason to oppose him. Quite the opposite, in fact. Things had been quiet. He and his mother had been happy. As happy as could be expected, given the loss of Uncle Wes.

It was only when he'd invited them all to his palace for the first time since his ascension that Eric had begun to wonder. To lose sleep.

From the moment his mother had shown him the silver envelope and the handwritten letter contained therein, one question had been on Eric's mind: what devious plan of his father's was about to come to fruition?

Perhaps it was just that his other children had finally come of age and he wanted them to be there when his new wife and kids formally joined the court. The timing seemed like it could be about right, and Gabby thought that's what this was all about. But Eric didn't think it was so simple. Even if there were to be more Fishers inducted into the First Court of Summer that night, Eric doubted that such was the real point of the gathering. There had to be something more going on. A reason why he wanted them there.

His mother put a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, baby." Then, turning to her former husband, she said, "Forgive him, Your Majesty. He's just forgotten his manners."

The king offered Eric a mirthless grin. "Maybe it's time for a father-son chat, hmm?"

"That's not neces-" Gabby began.

But when the king whipped his head from Eric to his mother, and those emerald eyes bore into her, she swallowed her words.

Eric's hand itched for his sword worse than ever. A seam formed in the air and split open. A moment later, it would be in his hands.

He might be the king, and he might be Eric's father, but no one looked at his mother like that. Not while Eric was around.

That was when the Hardt clan walked through the gate. The five of them were led by Flori, who looked every inch the proud matriarch, despite her casual attire. Or perhaps a general leading her troops into battle. After all, with that short haircut of hers, it almost looked like she was wearing a helmet. And her determined stride was more befitting a military man than an elderly woman.

What Eric noticed most of all, though, was the way her dark eyes locked onto the king. It almost came as a surprise when they didn't shoot lasers out and burn his father to a smoldering crisp right then and there.

At that point, even his father looked tense.

"Actually, I should go talk to them anyway," Gabby said. "I haven't seen Jennifer in weeks." She turned back to Eric's father. The look she gave him was slightly bemused. "And she probably needs to work her way up to speaking to you."

A faint grin spread across the king's lips.

Eric looked a question at his mother, but without so much as a word, she told him that it was okay. Their eyes met, and her gaze was unwavering. He also sensed a stately calm in her Libido. Had they been alone, he still might have protested, but he'd only have lost the argument anyway. And it was best if the king saw them as a united front.

"Shall we then?" his father asked, gesturing towards a footpath that meandered through the garden out to the hedge maze.

Reluctantly, Eric nodded his assent.

As they started walking past the flower beds and statues and fountains, his father said, "You don't trust me one little bit, do you?"

"Should I?" Eric asked.

"I may only ever give you this one piece of fatherly advice," his father replied. "So hear me well when I say that your mother is the only person you should trust completely."

Eric stubbed his toe on a slate paving stone, nearly tripping over.

He'd expected his father to tell him not to trust anyone. That was what people like him were supposed to say. His father never took any risks he didn't have to take. What bigger risk could there be than to completely trust another person?

His father smiled. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft gurgling of water as it gushed out of the carved dragon heads and into fountain basins below. That, and the soft click of his father's cane against stone.

"You trust your sister," Eric said at last.

"Of course," his father replied without hesitation. "Love conquers all, eh?"

Eric frowned. "Now you're just mocking me."

"Whatever would give you that impression?" his father asked.

"But only her," Eric said, ignoring his father's question. "Everyone else, even Annie, you see as being every bit as much of a threat as I am?"

His father cocked an eyebrow. "Are you a threat then?"

Eric trailed his fingers along the scales of a dragon statue as they passed it by. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. But I know that's how you see me."

"Clever boy."

With a flick of his father's wrist, the statue snapped its jaws at Eric. If he hadn't recoiled quickly enough, he'd have lost a finger. A moment later, it was still as a statue once more.

"Let's get one thing straight," his father continued. "No one is a threat to me. Not my sister, not yours, and not even you." Then, with the hard edge gone from his voice, he said, "Yes, my sister is the only one I trust completely. But Annie and I have grown very close these past few months. At times, I almost forget that she's got Hardt blood in her veins."

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