Blessed Ch. 09

Kit wonders now if he will ever be married. He is young, with his whole life ahead of him, but he is also headed into a war zone. He was told in the Academy that Blessed fatalities on the frontline are high. Something like a quarter of the Blessed stationed there never make it home. Outremer has its own champions, creatures that are a match for any Blessed. The Black Queen, the Iron Duke, the Lady of Thorns. Horror stories told to students to bring home the gravity of the situation on the border.

Even if he does survive, even if he does come home whole and unharmed, Kit will not be able to spend the rest of his life with Grace. And he doesn't want to spend it with anyone else.

He dresses quickly, pulling on comfortable and durable clothing suitable for a ride. Kit straps his sword to his hip and goes down to the kitchens to get a picnic lunch and some wine. He's learning his way around the house again.

Within the hour he is on horseback, traveling through the countryside, stopping at farms along the way. He asks after Gabby, and the folk at each stop send him off with directions. It is nearly midday when he finally finds her.

She is in a farmer's kraal, inspecting the hooves of goats. At first all he sees is Gabby's delectable derriere in her tight riding leathers as she bends over an animal, hoof shears in hand. Kit reigns in beside the kraal as Gabby stands up and wipes at her brow with the back of her hand. She spots him, frowns, and walks towards the chest-high fence.

Besides her riding leathers, Gabby wears a white peasant blouse showing a tasteful amount of cleavage, her hair held back with a copper band. With cheeks flushed and sweat dampening her black locks and dirt in her fingernails, she looks incredibly sexy. The unhappy look on her face is troubling but understandable.

"Hey," Kit says.

"Hello." Her voice is guarded as she looks up at him. "What brings you out this way, Captain?"

Kit coughs, suddenly unsure of himself. He dismounts, dropping nimbly to the ground. "I've been looking for you."

"Have you?" Gabby asks. She toys with the shears in her hands.

Kit reaches into the saddle bags and withdraws a bundle of flowers. Daisies, real ones, and hands them to his sister. "I want to apologize," he says. "Also, I have missed you."

Gabby's expression thaws somewhat as she takes the proffered bouquet. "The latter I doubt. As for the former... I suppose I accept." She sniffs the daisies. "These are pretty."

"I brought a picnic lunch, if you'd care to join me," Kit says.

Gabby looks at him dubiously over the flowers. "Pick up where we left off, perhaps? Before you rushed into battle and left me all alone, and couldn't even pop in and say 'Hey, I'm alive,' before rushing off to seduce your not-so secret crush?"

Kit winces theatrically. "Hence the apology. I honestly didn't think I'd end up spending the day with Grace, let alone three days. I would like to make it up to you."

Gabby holds the daisies up to her nose again. "I guess if I had the chance to get together with Drake, I would take the same advantage you did with Grace." She sighs. "And I guess I am more annoyed than angry with you at this point. Let me finish up here, clean up a little, and we can find somewhere to have lunch."

"Excellent," Kit says. He puts a hand on the fence post and vaults over the side in one smooth movement.

Despite herself, Gabby laughs. "What are you doing?"

"I expect this will go quicker if I help. So I'm helping. Any objection?"

"I suppose not," says Gabby, as she holds out the bouquet of flowers towards a goat. It takes a big bite with a contented bleat.

*

When they are finished with the goats, Gabby climbs on to her horse and leads them across rolling hills into a secluded wood. Narrow trails wind through the trees and up a steep incline. It is well after noon when they reach a natural spring ringed by granite boulders.

"I didn't even know this was here," Kit says as he dismounts.

"I found it when I started working with the local farmers. It's a nice quiet place for a dip after a long sweaty day around animals and mulch." Gabby slides to the ground, leaving her horse to crop grass on its own.

Gabby approaches the pool, unbuttoning her blouse as she goes. Soon that flutters to the ground, and she bends over to peel off her boots and leathers. Kit watches, admiring his sister's coltish, long-legged beauty as each tanned inch is revealed. He likes the smooth line of her back, and the peach like shape of her flexing posterior as she bends over. Her smooth, muscular thighs and calves. The brief glimpse of the lips between her legs.

Kit starts to disrobe as well, moving slowly as he watches Gabby pick her way towards the water. She shivers daintily as her toes touch the water, looking back only once before stepping into the pool. Gooseflesh erupts across her athletic form but she doesn't pause. Water swirls around her thighs and waist and then she dives into the pool, splashing around.

Kit pulls his last article of clothing off and, holding his scabbarded sword, approaches the pool himself. He leans the sword against a boulder and steps into the pool. The water is frigidly cold, and Kit's mind goes back to the jewel he removed from his fireplace. He grits his teeth and follows his sister into the water.

Gabby lays back in the water, heavy breasts with cold-hardened nipples bobbing and just breaking the surface, her short black hair slick against her skull, eyes shining and lips pulled up in a silly grin. She cups her hands and flings water at Kit, splashing copious amounts of freezing water at him.

Kit shivers theatrically and dives forward, arms spread to sweep water before him as he goes under. Gabby shrieks as water surges over her and back peddles away from him. Kit comes up for air, sheets of water cascading from him. Droplets glisten in the sun. Gabby turns and swims away from Kit, laughing as she goes.

With a growl, Kit pursues. He could easily overtake her, but he lets her lead them around the pool, laughing and splashing. For the first time Kit notices the large koi in the pool, darting about nervously while the large mammals invade their territory.

Gabby and Kit circle the pool twice before he finally decides to push the issue. He accelerates, kicking to propel himself forward, and wraps his big hands around her narrow waist. With ease, he lifts her kicking and giggling out of the water.

"That took much longer than I thought it would, Squirt," Gabby says, wrapping her long, slick legs around Kit.

"I wanted to make sure you got all the goat stink off of you," Kit says, pulling Gabby close, crushing her full breasts against his broad chest. Her nipples are hard nubbins pressing into him. Kit finds her lips, enjoying his sister's taste. He really has missed her, he realizes.

"You say the most romantic things," Gabby grumbles. Her hands measure the breadth of his shoulders and glide down his back, along his narrow waist, and cup his muscular buttocks.

Kit kisses his way down Gabby's throat, then back to her lips. Her grip tightens on his ass, kneading his flesh, pulling him closer against her. She laughs suddenly. "What's wrong, Squirt? Is the water a little too cold for you?"

Kit looks up into her laughing eyes and swallows a retort. It is a very cold in this pool. He smiles at her, grabs her by the waist, and lifts her bodily from the water. She shrieks as sheets of water pour off of her sleek frame and wash over Kit. He slings her over his shoulder, one arm braced against her thighs and tight against her plush backside, and begins to walk to shore. She kicks her feet and pounds at him playfully with her fists.

"You brute!" she says with a laugh. "You vicious, vicious brute!"

Kit sets her down on a flat expanse of rock. Dripping wet, gooseflesh across her tanned and athletic form, she stands proudly as Kit drags himself up out of the water.

The cool breeze gives him a slight chill, but the warm sunlight begins to dry him immediately.

Gabby stands with fists on hips, back slightly arched so as to thrust her large breasts with their hard, flushed nipples into prominence. Beads of moisture decorate her neatly trimmed mound, her pubic hair slick and wet. "Feel better?" she says mockingly. She turns, displaying her full, springy buttocks and gracefully sloping back. Her thighs bunch involuntarily as her body notices the chill she is trying to ignore.

Gabby looks to the horses, quietly and contentedly cropping grass. "I don't suppose you thought to bring a towel?" she asks. Half-turning, she regards her youngest brother, brow arched with curiosity. She gives him a slow look of regard, admiring his powerful muscular frame and the thick appendage slowly unfurling between his legs.

"Somebody is waking up, I see." She laughs, makes a quarter turn that causes her large breasts to sway deliciously on her chest, and flicks a few drops of water at Kit. He closes the gap between them, pressing his body against her, his growing hardness wedged between her cheeks. He rubs her arms, nuzzles the back of her neck. Gabby purrs.

Kit brushes his lip against the nape of her neck. Her wet hair leaves trails of moisture on his face. His fingers trace lines of their own across her flat belly. Strange to think that she will soon be swollen with his child. Stranger still to think how natural that feels, how right. He reaches up to cup her large, heavy tits, hard nipples fitting perfectly between his thumb and forefinger.

Gabby sucks in a hissing breath. "Magic blood, magic fingers," she quips. Her hands cover his. Her backside nudges backward into him and her hips sway a little, massaging his growing length with the cleavage of her ass. She reaches back, pressing his hardness against her warm skin. She spreads her legs slightly, almost but not quite subtly.

Kit nibbles an earlobe, still cupping and massaging Gabby's full breasts. Soft and heavy in his hands, he can't help momentarily comparing them to Grace's lush maternal mounds. Gabby's breasts are smaller, but they still overflow Kit's fingers, and look incredibly out-sized on her coltish frame. And they feel perfect in his hands.

Kit's swollen cockhead nudges against the small of Gabby's back. Precum drips onto her skin. She is definitely swaying her hips now, rubbing herself against her brother, slowly spreading her legs, bracing herself with her feet against the slab of rock beneath them.

Gabby turns her head. Kit finds her lips and kisses her fiercely. With slim fingered hands behind her, she grips Kit's rampant rod and slowly wedges it downward. The head presses into her flesh, leaving a glistening trail of precum as it glides across her skin.

Gabby leans forward, pulling herself away from Kit's grip, raising her backside up. His hands slide down her flanks to grip her wide hips. Kit's cock slips between her legs, nudges against the moist petals of her pussy lips. The broad head of his cock pushes her thick fleshy labia apart. Both of them gasp simultaneously. Gabby looks back over her shoulder at Kit, they lock eyes, and then both of them start laughing at the exact same moment.

Gabby's laugh turns to a long, shuddering moan as Kit slides into her depths. Slowly but steadily, letting her relax and accept his girth, he drives his hips forward. Her warm wetness envelops him, welcomes him, caresses his every inch as he gradually sinks home. Gabby braces her hands on her knees and fucks her ass back at Kit. The impact makes her flesh ripple deliciously.

The tip of Kit's cock kisses Gabby's cervix. Her breath hitches and she freezes still, standing on the balls of her feet, her wet hair glistening in the sun, beads of water still on her smooth back. Kit smiles, admiring the view. He begins to fuck his sister in earnest.

With his hands holding on to her, he swings his hips back and forth, driving his thick, engorged cock into her tight, wet pussy. The clearing echoes with the sounds of flesh against flesh, Gabby's cries of pleasure, and Kit's reflexive grunts.

She half turns, looking over her shoulder at Kit. "So deep, Squirt," she half says, half moans. "Always so deep, and when you squirt, you're going to pump your load right into the center of me."

Kit groans. His slowly pumping cock flexes and throbs deep within Gabby, eliciting a sexy grunt from her. Her sugar walls tighten around his invading length, soaking him in her fluids. "Getting close," Gabby says, breathless. She reaches between them to tease her clit as Kit continues to thrust.

His grip tightens on her waist. He leans over, kissing the nape of her neck. Gabby shudders, her pussy tightening again. Kit takes a deep breath, leans back again, and begins to double his speed. Savagely, he pummels Gabby mercilessly, watching her ass ripple with each thrust, listening to her cries, enjoying the clasp of her pussy around his hardness.

"So thick and deep in my tight, little pussy," Gabby half-whispers, half-cries. "Gonna make your big sister explode if you keep that up, Squirt." Kit just smiles and moves faster. His muscles flex as he drives home again and again. Each impact elicits a grunt from his sister.

"Twelve Gods, fuck," Gabby gasps out. She throws her head back and lets loose a primal scream as her climax takes her. Kit grunts himself and suddenly he is emptying himself inside her. His large cock bucks and throbs and sprays, thick ribbons of semen-laden sperm into her depths. Gabby cries out as each eruption impacts with the roof of her womb. Her pussy throbs in response, her clit on fire, her orgasm extended interminably as Kit explodes inside her. Every muscle in her body tightens and a long wail starts in her throat.

Birds erupt from the trees. Gabby's cry echoes across the forest.

Then, they lie in a tangled heap upon the rock, still together, limbs entwined around one another, Kit's semi-hard cock still buried in Gabby's frothy pussy. Kit plants a kiss behind her left ear. "Mmmm," she purrs. She reaches down, caresses Kit's muscular thigh. "I needed that, Squirt."

They lay together for a few moments more before Gabby groans dramatically and nudges Kit. "This rock is not comfortable. I hope you brought blankets or something, because there is nothing in my bags."

Gabby pulls away and Kit lets her go, admiring her lean, athletic body with the all-over tan, wide hips, and huge tits. And his cream running down her thighs.

Kit sits up, noticing for the first time his own discomfort. And he remembers his conversation with Eva and the reason why he tracked his youngest sister down in the first place. With some chagrin, he almost but doesn't quite regret pumping her full of his seed first. Still, that will make the conversation he is about to have will be awkward at best.

Naked, he moves panther-like to collect his horse. In its saddlebags he finds the packed lunch, a blanket, and wine. He brings everything back to the pool, where Gabby stands stretching and showing off her gorgeous body. She gives him a grateful look as he spreads the blanket out and hands her the basket.

As they sit down to eat, Kit stares at his hands for a long moment, then looks up into Gabby's gray eyes. "I talked to Eva, today."

"Really? I'm sure that must have been fun."

"Not particularly," Kit admits. "But it was informative."

Gabby laughs. "Ah yes, one of Eva's lectures. I love her dearly, but she does have a tendency to go on and on."

"She told me about her engagement negotiations. And how a pregnancy might derail them."

Gabby laughs again, more gently this time. "I'm sure she's very worried about it. Eva has always been so very practical."

"Yes," Kit agrees. He takes a bite and chews slowly. "What about you?"

"What?"

"Are you worried? As much as I agree with Mother's plan, I'm now concerned about the repercussions for the rest of you. Grace, Belle, and Fiona all have families of their own already. But you and Eva have your entire lives ahead of you, lives yet to be constructed."

Gabby looks at him for a long moment. "I think I'd take your words at greater value if not for the seed in my pussy." She leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "A sweet thought, Kit, but irrelevant."

Kit shakes his head. "I didn't mean to just, um, dive in like that. But what can I say? You're basically irresistible."

She punches him lightly in the shoulder. "Don't blow smoke up my ass, young man. You didn't spend three straight days between my legs. But still, thanks for the compliment, I guess."

Kit takes another bite. "But do you worry about the future? About marriage? Arranged or otherwise, this pregnancy could affect it. Badly."

Gabby waves her hand in the air dismissively. "I've thought about it, of course. I'm not the flighty twit that everyone assumes I am. You of all people should know that - you're the only one who has come out into the field with me. So yeah, I've thought about it. No one in the family ever told me about Grace and Gale, but somehow I know the whole story."

She sighs. "The possibility of ending up in a marriage with a minor noble on some backwater island doesn't exactly thrill me. But as long as there are farms and green growing things, I think I will be okay. There's also the distinct possibility that, should I give birth to a Blessed child, I will have enough cachet to make up for having a birth out of wedlock."

Kit thinks a moment. "Okay." He smiles. "As long as you've thought about it."

Gabby laughs. She puts down her wineglass. "And now that lunch is over, I'm thinking that I want some dessert." She licks her lips and sits up straighter.

Kit smiles and leans back, setting his meal aside. "What do you have in mind?"

Gabby leans on her palms and starts to walk on all fours towards Kit. "Something sweet and salty, thick and creamy. And I want it straight from the source." She pushes plates out of the way and kneels on her haunches between Kit's outstretched legs. His thick cock lays flaccid against his thigh, but it gradually stiffens as Gabby gazes intently at it.

She leans down and blows gently across his sensitive skin. Blood surges into his cock, lifting the heavy limb off his thigh as it engorges. Gabby reaches out and wraps her fingers around his length at the base. She slowly runs her hand up and down his cock, fingers grazing his hot skin lightly. Kit flexes in her hand. His cockhead swells, angry and red. A thick dollop of precum forms in the eye.

Gabby looks up into Kit's eyes and smiles almost shyly. With her free hand, she extends a finger and drags it through the drop of precum, spreading the fluid around her brother's cockhead. It's a light touch, like a feather. Kit can't suppress a pleasurable shiver.

Slowly Gabby jacks him, coaxing more precum from his cock. With the other hand she continues to smear it on his flushed skin. She blows gently, her warm breath washing over him. Her lips follow, settling delicately on Kit's weeping cockhead. Gabby parts her lips, letting the plum sized head of her brother's dick slide into the wet heat of her mouth.

Kit groans. Gabby giggles, lashing his cockhead with her tongue. She sucks lightly, splurping up precum, swallowing quickly and noisily. Her lips part further as she takes more of Kit's thickness into her mouth. Still gripping his prick at the base, she gently squeezes in counterpoint to her sucking.

Her head bobs in his lap, sliding up and down his hardness, her saliva mixing with his precum. The frothy mixture drips down his exposed length to coat her fingers. Her other hand cups Kit's full, spongy balls. She squeezes those gently as well, almost willing the cum to squirt out.

Gabby's tongue undulates along the underside of Kit's thick cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, softly at first but gradually with more insistence. Her hands stay busy, one manipulating the root of his cock, the other cupping and caressing his testes.