Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 02

Gabriela didn't waste much time after Annie went to bed. While Jennifer was rounding up the empty bowls and Patty was checking her phone, yet again, for non-existent text messages from Kurt, Gabriela pressed up against Eric and slid her hand in his pants.

"Whoa," he said.

But he made no move to resist.

She was disappointed to find that he was limp.

How could that be? They'd been sitting next to each other all night. He'd been warming, or even massaging, her feet most of the time too. Not the most exciting stuff, sure, but it was a clear violation of the rules she herself had laid down a few years ago, and that more than anything had kept Gabriela on edge. Had it not done anything for him that they'd been flirting with each other, however modestly, where Annie could see?

Of course, it didn't take her long to get him hard. Not long at all. She had what you might consider a golden touch. But still. She'd expected to find him already aroused.

He felt so good in her hand. His young dick was so hard, smooth, and warm. Powerful. Virile. It was a work of art.

Patty looked over at them, frowned, but didn't say anything. The frown faded quickly enough too, and soon her face was impassive and her eyes wide as saucers. Disapproval gave way to disbelief, which was in turn giving way to arousal.

Jennifer was another story.

When her wife padded back into the living room, wiping her still wet hands on her baggy gray sweatpants, she saw what Gabriela was doing and stopped dead in her tracks.

And her frown, unlike Patty's, did not fade away.

She was more handsome than pretty, with a strong jaw, thick brows and a hooked nose. Her full lips, long lashes, and beautiful eyes gave her face a decidedly feminine cast, to be sure, but her harder features enabled her to glower the way few other women could.

"Thought we had rules," she said, crossing her arms beneath her full breasts. "What if Annie comes down for a glass of water or something?"

"She was practically falling asleep on the couch," Gabriela said. "You saw her. Before her head even hits the pillow, she'll be out for the night."

"Probably," Jennifer said with a sigh. "But there's no sense taking risks."

Eric looked from her to Jennifer and back again without speaking a word. The poor boy was caught in the middle of an argument between his two mothers.

Of course, he did seem to be enjoying himself. Moaning and writhing and such. So she couldn't feel too bad for him. But it was a bit unfair of her to put him in that tough spot.

"We've been so careful," Gabriela said, without so much as slowing the pace with which her fist pumped her son's fat cock. "For so long."

"It's just a few more weeks," Jennifer said. Her glower had softened a little. She wasn't chastising Gabriela now, so much as pleading with her.

Then her son gently took her hand by the wrist and pulled it out of his pants.

She wanted to smack him.

It was bad enough that she'd needed to get him hard, that he'd somehow managed to be in such close proximity to her for so long without, apparently, feeling the temptation that she felt. Now he was going to resist her?

But she simply sighed and folded her hands in her lap.

He was right.

Her wife was right.

Annie was almost certainly asleep already. But if she broke the rules this one time, she'd soon find it even harder to follow them whenever she thought Annie wouldn't catch them.

And sooner or later she'd be wrong about how unlikely they were to get caught.

"Fine," she said. "Eric, honey, let's go to bed."

He stared at her, face impassive.

But she knew what he was going to say.

Maybe it was the sadness in his eyes. Or maybe it was his Libido. She wasn't sure how she knew. But she knew. Her son really was turning her down. And not just in the sense that he, wisely, wasn't going to allow her to break her own rules about fooling around outside the bedroom. He was actually refusing to go to bed with her.

Didn't he realize how badly she longed for his touch? How desperately she need to feel his strong hands squeezing her breasts and fondling her ass? To gaze into his eyes while he made her his? To feel his young, hard cock sliding in and out of her?

Patty and Jennifer watched with rapt fascination.

She envied them and their ignorance. They did not yet know what she already knew.

"Actually, Mom, I was thinking Patty shouldn't have to be alone tonight."

Though she knew they were coming, each word felt like a slap.

Gabriela tried not to let her reaction show. Patty's face lit up like a light bulb. And the stupid jerk was right. Her daughter was down in the dumps, and she really would appreciate her brother's attention. A good mother wouldn't be selfish in that situation. She'd be proud of her son wanting to take care of his sister.

It wasn't easy, but she gave a curt nod.

"Why don't you and I go to bed," Jennifer said, taking her by the hand. She offered a sad, soft smile.

"Okay," she said, trying not to think she'd gotten stuck with the consolation prize.

The poor woman only wanted what she wanted. It wasn't her fault that Gabriela couldn't give it to her. Though it wasn't easy, that night, she did her best to please her wife the way she wished Eric would please her.

######################## Scene 9

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 7. POV: Kurt #########################

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked.

He stared down at his sister. She lay flat on her back, her legs held up high. Her slender fingers were wrapped tightly around her pretty little ankles. She'd pulled her legs back towards her head enough to raise her hips up and point her ass at him. For it was her ass that she now wanted him to focus on.

"Yes, I'm sure," Olivia said. "For fuck's sake. I know you're trying to be sweet, but girls don't want sweet, Kurt. Not from guys they want to bone, anyway. They want a real man."

"But-"

"Christ. You must get stuck in the friend zone a lot, huh?"

He didn't reply.

He wanted to tell himself that his sister's taste in men didn't necessarily reflect those of all women. And that was true enough, as far as it went. Not all women found nice guys boring, and preferred to keep them as friends than fool around with them. But she was right that he'd ended up in the friend zone a lot. He'd also been told by a lot of girls that they loved him like a brother.

Like a brother. What a sick fucking joke.

Here he was, with his actual sister, and she didn't seem to mind that he was her brother at all. In fact, it was probably the part about him that she liked best.

You'd think that would rob the phrase "like a brother" of all its ability to do harm. But even though his sister had swallowed a few loads of his cum, to say nothing of the ones that he'd shot into her womb, at just that moment, she sounded exactly like all those girls who'd turned him down. The fact that she couldn't seem to get enough of his dick or his jizz wasn't blunting the words all those girls had spoken to him. In fact, it only made their memory sting that much more. Made him feel like his sister was fucking him out of pity.

Or some sense of familial obligation.

God, what a sick family they had, that he could even think such a thought and not immediately laugh at the idea.

But, nonetheless, he thought that might just be it. Or something akin to it. Like the desire to tell their mother that she'd gotten to him first. Or something.

Whatever it was that had his sister begging him to fuck her in the ass, it wasn't that she found him irresistible. That was for damn sure.

There had to be a few girls out there who actually liked nice guys. There just had to be.

"I don't mean to be such a bitch," Liv said. "I just... if I tell you to do something, just do it, okay? Don't ask if I really want it. That only makes me think you're judging me."

"Got it," he said as he pressed his helmet against her balloon knot.

She'd lubed herself up so good, he found it hard not to slip away.

"There you go," she said, biting her lower lip. "Don't be afraid."

The ring of muscle parted more easily than he expected. He wouldn't exactly say his sister's ass was loose. But that little hole should have had a harder time accommodating a cock of his size. And no doubt would have, if Olivia was like other girls.

Which, of course, she wasn't.

Between her supernatural powers and her ample experience, she had no trouble at all taking him all the way inside her.

Kurt had no idea how big he could be. As Olivia taught him how to use his powers, he experimented with the most natural application. What guy never dreamed of being bigger, after all? The dick buried completely inside his sister's ass was at least two inches longer than usual, and a good deal thicker too. And he wasn't particularly small to begin with.

You wouldn't know it from the way his sister reacted though.

He kept waiting for her to tell him how big he was. How full she was, or how her ass was burning, or how good it felt, or something. But she never did. Like it was an utterly unremarkable experience, getting fucked in the ass by her kid brother.

For fuck's sake.

For his part, it was unlike anything he'd ever felt. Of course, he'd thought much the same just a while earlier, when he'd first entered her vagina.

His sister hadn't been lying when she'd suggested that he'd be missing out on unspeakable pleasures if he refused to sleep with her just because they were related by blood. He doubted he'd ever want to sleep with a mere mortal again, in fact.

After a minute or two, Olivia held her hand out to the side, and summoned the miniature baseball bat. She looked like a damn Jedi calling his light saber. It whizzed across the room and settled gently into her palm.

Kurt spoke not a word as his sister shoved the bat back inside her snatch.

The first time she'd done it, he'd thought she was just showing off. Figured it couldn't really have felt good. But she quickly started pumping it back and forth with gusto. And damned if it didn't sound like she was loving every second of it.

"That's it," he whispered to her, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in his stomach. One hand held her ankle, keeping her legs spread wide, while the other reached down to play with her stiff clit. "Fuck that pussy. Fuck it good."

"Oh, fuuuck," she said, slamming her head back against the pillow.

His hand slid up over her hard stomach, across her toned abs, and crept towards her breasts. To reach that far, he had to stretch his arm out, like Mr. Fantastic. But that was surprisingly easy. All he had to do was believe he could.

Olivia was so far gone now, deep in the throes of ecstasy, that she probably wasn't thinking about anything but how good she felt. Still, Kurt found himself imagining that she could feel how torn he was between arousal and disgust, and that his reaction was only making it even better for her. If she was able to think straight, that probably would've been what was going through her mind, at any rate.

Slowly, Kurt started to pound his sister's ass even harder. The baseball bat slowed, pistoning back and forth more gently. He felt her sphincter spasm, and saw her lips quiver.

She was close. Very close. He was sure of it.

With only a thin membrane separating him from her other hole, he felt every thrust of the bat. But that wasn't so bad. He'd expected it to be rather unpleasant. Which it was, when he thought too much about it. But, truthfully, if he set aside the thought of where the sensation was coming from and just let himself enjoy the rhythmic pressure running up and down his shaft, coupled with the feeling of his sister's warm hole squeezing him tightly and the way her soft cheeks felt when he slapped against her, it was actually one of the most unique and pleasurable experiences he'd ever had. Intense, freaky, and all kinds of wrong. But damn if it didn't fell fucking amazing.

And though he was a bit revolted by what it took to get his sister off, he to admit that seeing her let out her inner freak was turning him on as well.

Olivia's Libido told him that she was cumming a split second before he felt her body succumb to the orgasm. He stopped thrusting and stopping tweaking her swollen nipples. His sister started spasming wildly. Her sphincter waged war on his cock. A war it quickly won. She raised her hips up, and he pulled back. A soft pop announced his exit.

The bat, however, remained inside her. Even as she began to ejaculate.

Kurt felt warm fluid spray against his abs. But it was the flow of energy from her Libido to his that really caught his attention.

He wasn't even inside her anymore. And yet he still felt suddenly reinvigorated.

What if he'd still been connected to her as intimately as he had been a moment ago? His sister had made it sound like the act of consuming sexual energy from your partner was the real point of sex. That orgasms were just a nice perk. That had struck him as rather hard to believe. But just at that moment, having sampled what he knew couldn't be more than a little taste of what she was talking about, he was starting to believe her.

Olivia finally pulled the bat out and tossed it to the floor. Then she let her arms and legs fall like dead weight onto the bed, closed her eyes, and moaned contentedly.

"Yeah," he said, laughing awkwardly. "That was something."

He hadn't finished himself. But his world had just been altered irrevocably. The fact that the experience hadn't involved him busting a nut seemed almost inconsequential.

He stared in awe at his sister for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Liv looked like a damn zombie. But she was just putting on an act. Or paying him a compliment. Or something. Had to be. Her reservoir was still mostly full.

Climbing into bed beside her, he ran a hand gently over torso. Her hips were modest, her breasts barely even there. But, still riding the high of what they'd just done, he found himself thinking that didn't matter so much after all. She was beautiful. Tight and athletic. And though piercings weren't his thing, he was more than a little fascinated by the bits of metal protruding from her nipples, belly-button, and clitoris.

"Up for more?" he asked.

Olivia rolled onto her side and propped her head up with one hand. She smiled a lazy smile and swept her hair out of her face. Fuck, she was gorgeous. There had to be about eight different shades of blue in her eyes. "One sec," she said.

As he watched, her nipples faded back to light pink from a deeper hue that had been bordering on red. The swelling went away.

So too did the sweat and cum and other secretions that she'd been covered in.

In fact, the room no longer even stank of sex. Instead, it smelled like someone had sprayed a bunch of air freshener. The pleasant kind. Nothing overpowering.

On top of that, her hair was no longer a sweaty mess, and her face looked like she'd just spent an hour applying makeup. Olivia was so damn gorgeous, it hurt to look straight at her even when she wasn't wearing any makeup. But he'd have been lying if he said she didn't look even better after touching it up.

"You know," he said, "until now, I'd have sworn that femjac was something the porn industry made up. That was unreal."

Olivia laughed. "Honey, very soon you're going to see a lot of shit that you'd have thought was made up. Better get used to it."

"Guess so," he said. "This is all-"

Just then, the door opened, and their mother walked in.