Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 03

If she was finding it hard to pleasure both of them at just the moment, that wasn't really her fault. That had more to do with Glenn's difficulty getting it back up.

When she finally brought Glenn to climax a second time, though, she kind of wished he'd continued to have trouble getting hard.

Her brother tasted good. Not just tolerable, but good}. Glenn, on the other hand, tasted the way all her girlfriends had always said guys tasted. The way the few other guys Veronica had sucked off had tasted. Salty. Bitter. Gross.

Fortunately, there was no need to let the taste linger long. She had but to will it away and it was gone, aftertaste and all. With Nick, she always wanted to savor every last drop. The hint of hazelnut reminded her of syrup you'd add to your coffee. Not so with Glenn.

After that, she got tired of being on all fours, so she told her brother to lie on his back. Then she mounted him reverse-cowgirl and told Glenn he could finger her and play with her tits, but she wasn't ready to suck his dick again. Thankfully, he was limp again and showing no signs of rising to the occasion for a third time, so he offered no complaints.

Nick, unsurprisingly, intuitively coordinated with his roommate. When Glenn rested his palm over her vulva and used his fingers to stimulate her clit and labia, Nick would tweak her nipples, using just the right amount of pressure. When Glenn turned to manhandling her breasts, Nick would take over petting her kitten.

Her brother's fingers were every bit as magical as his tongue. In fact, a few times, she swore his fingers had become} tongues. Every time he played with her clit, she came. Sometimes it took a few minutes, sometimes a few seconds. But it always happened sooner or later. And usually sooner.

There wasn't a man alive that could compare to Nick. Not ever Eric, though her other brother certainly would have made a mockery of Glenn. Veronica couldn't imagine going back to living a normal life, abstaining from the forbidden fruit of her brother's body.

"You're amazing," he whispered in her ear.

She tried to reply, but all she could do was moan.

Fuck, he knew how to use his fingers.

And the had dick sliding up and down against her G-spot as her brother bucked his hips wasn't hurting anything either. She could only imagine it was an awkward angle for him, finding a way to drive himself up at a forward angle while she was leaning back against him, but she wasn't surprised that he found a way to make it work.

"Thank you for doing this," he added.

But he didn't need to thank her.

Or, more accurately, he was busy giving her all the thanks she needed already.

Glenn had progressed from pinching her nipples and squeezing her tits like they were pillows in need of fluffint to sucking on them.

He was a bit too careless with his teeth, but that was still better than what he'd been doing with his hands. And it wasn't that hard for her to numb her nipples so as to keep his clumsy efforts from ruining the wonders that her brother was visiting upon her.

Even so, she decided to give Glenn a little friendly feedback.

Running her hands through his shaggy brown hair, she looked down into his gray eyes and said, "Careful. Teeth."

If her brother's dick hadn't been doing such a good job of transporting her to Happytown, she might have managed to form a coherent sentence or two. But Glenn seemed to get the message all the same. After that, he was more gentle, and she even gradually allowed the sensitivity to return. She even found she enjoyed the added stimulation, once he started using his tongue more and his teeth less.

All of a sudden, her brother started to grow thicker, stretching her lips and filling her womb like she'd never been filled before. For a brief instant, she panicked, fearing that he'd push past her limits. But she should have known better. Nick never did anything she wasn't comfortable with. There was no reason to think he'd start now.

On top of that, he started working her Libido like he never had before.

Veronica slowed down, out of necessity. For a while there, she reached a mini orgasm every single time she slid down her brother's pole. She must have had a half dozen orgasms, one right after another, in rapid succession.

Glenn pulled back and simply stared down at them in awe.

"Whoa," he said at last, during her fourth back-to-back orgasm. Or maybe it was her fifth. She'd lost count. "What the hell did you do to her?" he asked.

The question was worded in such a way that you'd think it was directed at Nick. But, of course, Glenn's eyes were fixated on her, not her brother.

That said, he wasn't looking her in the eye or anything. Rather, he was staring at her vag, and the fat dick that was periodically disappearing inside it.

Not that it mattered who exactly he was addressing.

Neither Nick nor Veronica responded. They were too caught up in their own ecstasy.

As Veronica shuddered her way through yet another climax, her brother finally reached one of his own. She felt his cum traveling up through his veiny cock before she felt it spraying inside her. It was a strange sensation, but more than a little pleasurable.

Only after her brother slipped out of her sore pussy did she see the face at the window.

As soon as she did, she shrieked.

Glenn hopped down off the bed, covering his ears and hunching over in a defensive crouch.

Nick, to his credit, instinctively wrapped his arms around her. The thought of protecting himself didn't seem to occur to him.

"There," she said, pointing towards the window without looking. She buried her face in her brother's strong chest. "There was-"

"Shh," Nick said, smoothing her hair. "I saw."

She could still see the face. It was burned into her minds eye.

If Veronica had to put an age to him, she'd have said the man was old. But there was an ageless quality to his appearance at the same time. His skin was etched with deep grooves, but was still firm and taut. Like beat-up leather. Actually, the metaphor was more than a little apt, for the man's face was heavily scarred as well.

His hair had once been dark. But now it was mostly silver.

Most striking of all, his eyes were deep green, and glowing. They were like emeralds, glittering underneath a lamp. She'd never seen anything quite like it. Aunt Zoey's eyes came close, but even hers didn't glow}.

She wanted to believe he was simply some random creepy old guy who'd walked past, heard the telltale sounds of lovemaking and gotten curious. But no. Whoever he was, he'd known who and what they were.

Because he was one of them. She was sure of it.

"I wanna go home," she told Nick.

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Scene 6

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 3.

POV: Gabriela

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Gabriela lay awake, listening to the soft hum of the central air conditioning. Beside her, Jennifer lay fast asleep. She envied her wife for that.

Their lovemaking hadn't been unpleasant for Gabriela. So far as such things went. But it hadn't done for her what it had done for Jennifer.

If they'd gone to sleep without fooling around, the way they often did, she might not have had any trouble. But all the attention her little lady had gotten only seemed to excite Gabriela's rarely calm Libido. And now she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself fantasizing about her sons.

Particularly Eric.

Just then, their bedroom door creaked open. She turned to see who it was, and was pleased to see the object of her fantasies standing in the dim hallway. As if he'd heard her thoughts and was summoned by them.

Or perhaps it was was he who was summoning her. Her crooked a finger at her then walked away, calmly confident that she'd follow. That sent shivers down her spine.

He was his father's son.

Whoa. Where had that thought come from?

Gabriela sat up and drew a few deep breaths. She'd gone so long without thinking about Hank. Even when Jennifer started claiming to see him at the end of the street, or around the corner, or in a parking lot. Ever since he'd visited their son, though, her former husband had started creeping back into her thoughts.

Usually, though, when he came to mind, it was because Gabriela was troubled by his reappearance. She'd wrack her brain trying to figure out what he wanted, besides unsettling them. Which he must have. Hank was always plotting something.

Or she'd run debate various stupid ideas about how to get him to back off.

Despite what Jennifer thought, though, she did not still think about Hank in that} way. At least, not until just then. Not that she had even now, technically. But she'd likened her son to him in a flattering way. And that was bad enough.

Pushing the thought from her mind, she slid out of bed, crept to the door, and eased it open just enough to get past before gently pulling it closed once more.

Her son was at the end of the hall. When he saw her, he nodded, then climbed up the stairs to the third floor. She sighed and followed after him.

She wondered if Eric had yet guessed that it was his father who'd spooked him the other day. Probably not. He'd have said something if so. He wasn't like the other kids. If he discovered a secret his parents had been keeping, he immediately confronted them about it and demanded to know everything about it. Had been that way since the first time he'd found the place they hid their Christmas presents, years and years ago.

Maybe she should just go ahead and tell him.

Of course, she'd promised Jennifer that she wouldn't. They were going to tell their kids everything after Annie came of age. Well, not everything, but a lot more than they had so far. Including the real reason they'd both married the only son of House Fisher.

But why should Eric have to wait that long? It wasn't like he'd tell Jennifer.

No, but he'd tell Nick. Who'd tell Veronica. Who'd tell Patty. And from there, it was only a matter of time before Jennifer heard. That was the way it always worked. She'd gotten in trouble with her wife for buying Eric beer one time, back when he was a senior in high school. He'd sworn he wouldn't tell his other mother. And he hadn't. But he'd told Nick. And that was all it had taken.

She hated keeping things from Eric. Especially something as big as this. But she had to.

It was only a few more weeks until Annie came of age anyway. What was a few weeks, in the grand scheme of things? Only a few days, by Summer's reckoning. Not so long, really.

Everything would change then. No more sneaking around. No more need to pretend she and Jennifer were a real couple. Not in front of their kids at least. And no more need to carry around so many secrets about the past.

Some, she'd still need to keep, of course.

But it would be a huge relief to let go of a few others.

"Hey," her son said when she slipped into his room.

She closed the door behind her and sound-proofing the room. "Glad you're still awake."

"Couldn't sleep. Not without feeling your warm embrace first."

Gabriela drew a deep breath. She'd love to believe he meant exactly that. But she wasn't about to let her emotions trick her into seeing what wasn't there. She'd make her son hers in the end. She was sure of it. But he wasn't yet. She knew that.

More likely, Patty had tapped out before he'd gotten off one last time, and he knew he could count on her to finish the job her daughter had begun.

That didn't sit well with her. But she didn't know how to refuse her son.

He'd learn his lesson soon anyway. She'd already put the ball in motion. She could hardly wait to see the look on his face.

"Is that what you think is going to happen here?" she asked.

He scoffed.

Gabriela raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms under her breasts.

"You saw how bummed Patty was. Thought she might commit suicide by ice cream overdose. I was just trying to-"

"Oh, relax," she said, dropping the stern face.

Eric laughed nervously before gathering her up in his arms. Such strong arms they were. Nothing could threaten her when she was surrounded by them.

Not even Hank.

Or so she thought.

Not a minute later, they heard Nick's car pull up the driveway. And shortly after that, he and Veronica were knocking at the door, looking to tell her what had happened. They wanted to wake Jennifer too, but she talked them out of it. Before they even got to the punchline, she knew. The look on Veronica's face said it all.

The bastard had made another visit to the children he'd shown no interest in raising.