Homelands Pt. 04 Ch. 06

A sane man would have been flattered. Perhaps even ecstatic.

He just wanted more time with Veronica.

But he wasn't about to say it was torture, having three women fawn over him. Three beautiful women. And he enjoyed comparing them to one another. They were so much alike, the Hardt women. Each of them had skin like burnt toffee, full breasts, and dark hair. Yet they were quite different as well. Their mother had thicker curves from the waist down than either Annie or Veronica did. Whereas Veronica and Jennifer had jet-black hair, Annie's was dark brown, with artificial blonde streaks. And though none of the women had a particularly modest endowment, Veronica's glorious breasts dwarfed Annie's and Mom-Jay's.

They had different styles, as well. Which was only fitting, since their personalities weren't all that similar. Annie was aggressively submissive, for all the sense that made. His kid sister was more comfortable telling him what she wanted than most any woman he'd ever been with, but her demands were for him to dominate her. He balked at some of the rougher stuff she suggested, but overall, Nick tried his best to give Annie what she wanted.

His mother, as ever, was more interested in his tongue than his cock.

Eventually, she'd let him mount her. Or she'd ride him cowgirl. But it surprised him not in the least that when Annie freed up his stiff cock, his mother ignored it and sat on his face. He didn't much mind. Eating his mother's pussy was a pleasure well worth savoring. And Veronica took the opportunity to fellate him, since their mother apparently had no use for his member at the moment. But it wasn't how most women would have responded after being told that it was their turn to play with him.

As for Veronica.

Well, she was just about perfect.

It didn't seem right to use a Goldilocks metaphor, but it fit pretty well. He loved that his mother had instilled in him a proper appreciation for foreplay. And there was a certain thrill to the way Annie begged him to use her for his pleasure. But Veronica was neither too focused on the tender side of things, nor likely to ask him to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. Nor was there much she'd object to.

Later, after he'd serviced his mother properly, fucked her briefly, and passed her off to Annie, he finally got the chance to focus on Veronica.

"What do you say we try something a little different?" she asked. Though it took her a while to get all of that out, what with his need to feel her lips pressed against his.

"Such as?" he asked.

His sister guided his hands down to her ass.

He noticed that it was a good deal fuller than usual. Round, soft, yet with a solid layer of muscle beneath the padding to give it the right shape.

"Impressive," he said. "I keep trying to alter my-"

"I don't mean that," she said.

"Oh," he said.

She nodded.

"Vee," he began.

His sister pressed a finger to his lips. "I want this."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

He didn't want to say that he suspected she only wanted it because she thought he did, and she wanted to convince him that anything Patty had to offer, she could top. Didn't she get that he'd only paid so much attention to Patty's ass because she was self-conscious about it? Because he wanted his sister to be proud of her body?

But of course she did. She had to. This was Veronica, after all. If anyone understood him, it was her. Besides, though he'd sensed a little jealousy coming from her earlier, it hadn't been off-the-charts or anything.

"Please?" she asked.

Nick simply nodded.

So his sister climbed up on one of the couches, holding the back tight in her hands, and pushed her ass out at him. He stared at her transformed body for a few moments before setting to work caressing her round orbs. As his hands gently slid over her smooth, dark skin, he leaned in, nibbled at her ears a bit, and whispered, "This is nice, but I hope you realize that you're perfect just the way you are."

"You're contractually obligated to say that," she replied.

He fought back a laugh.

Sometimes, he lost sight of the fact that she was his sister. The same brat who'd thrown his action figures out after he'd made fun of her for watching Disney movies all day. The same girl who tore his report cards off the refrigerator door and taped hers up in their stead, and laughed in his face when he'd scored a more 1560 on the SAT rather than a 1600. And laughed again, louder, when she avoided his mistake the following year.

It was just so easy to slip into thinking of her as his girlfriend instead.

Other times, though, it really hit him. Exactly what he was doing, and how society viewed that. How wrong it was that he'd been having a hard time lately figuring out whether it was okay to tell his sister that he loved her, for fear that she'd think he meant exactly what he would indeed have meant by it.

This was one of those times.

"Maybe so," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "But it's still true. So you're not allowed to do this," he gave her ass a good slap to make sure she knew exactly what he was referring to, "again until you tell me what I can do to make myself more appealing to you."

"What if I can't think of anything?" she asked.

But he sensed the fear in her Libido. The shame. The panic.

Something had come immediately to mind, and she didn't want him to know that.

"You will," he said, kissing her again. "Or we'll just both have to make do with what the other has to offer naturally. One or the other."

"I'll think about it," Veronica said. Then she wiggled her hips so that her uncharacteristically large ass cheeks jiggled in his hands.

"Good," he said, before crouching down to give her a rimjob.

At first, her reaction gave him pause. But he sensed that it was more nervousness than anything. With the help of a little energy poured strategically into the right part of her Libido, she began to relax. And soon enough, she was moaning with his every tongue stroke. That was when he grew a second tongue and went to work on her pussy as well.

"Ungh, fuck," she said. "I can't take much more."

He pulled back and stared at her glistening holes. Her browneye had loosened up, looking a bit less like a balloon knot. Her labia were quivering, and slick with her sweet juices.

It was a positively beautiful sight.

"So I should stop?" he asked.

Veronica groaned.

He laughed then resumed his ministrations. It didn't take another minute before his sister's hips went crazy, her sphincter started spasming, and he tasted her cum. It was thick, phlegmy, and fruitier than her natural lubricant. He could eat her pussy out all day long and not get tired of that taste.

"Fuck me, Nick," his sister moaned.

So he did.

At first, he entered her pussy. To tease her, as well as to give her a little time to build up to taking him in the back door. While he slid in and out of her tight hole, he gently worked lube into her ass with his thumb. Once he got to the point that his thick digit slid in and out without meeting resistance, he pulled out and slowly pressed his bulbous head against the smooth ring of muscle.

"Slowly," she panted.

Nick took his time. She opened up readily enough, but he didn't want to rush things. A good dozen mini-thrusts later, he had the head in. At that point, he paused to let her catch her breath. Only when she begged him to did he resume his quest to bury his dick all the way to the hilt in his sister's tight ass.

When his groin finally pressed snugly against her round cheeks, they both sighed.

"Would you look at that," Annie said. "Didn't think Vee was into anal play."

"Shh," Jennifer said. "None of our business."

"Wish he'd fuck me in the ass," Annie said.

Their mother either pulled her in for a kiss after that or Nick just got better at blocking his kid sister out. From that point on, he didn't hear another peep from Annie. Or from anyone. His entire universe consisted of himself and Veronica.

She asked him to slow down a few times, but never to take it out. And though her sphincter threatened to go crazy a few times, making him think he ought to stop anyway, Veronica slowly got more and more into it. After a while, she was bucking her hips back against him and fingering her clit viciously, begging him to fuck her harder.

After Veronica experienced an orgasm so violent that she needed to take a brief break, Annie decided she was entitled to another go with Nick. He didn't object, but he pretended not to notice her subtle suggestion that they try anal. And, to her further disappointment, as soon as Veronica caught a second wind, Nick turned his attention back to her.

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Scene 5

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Eric

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With a little coaching from his uncle, Eric finally managed to split himself in two. And, to his surprise, once he got the hang of it, it wasn't all that hard to maintain. It was disorienting, to be sure. And he could feel energy bleeding out of him at a frightening rate. But it didn't take any real effort to stay like that. So long as the women of his family kept feeding him energy of their own, he didn't need to worry about what it was costing him.

And feed him energy they did.

In fact, he had them cumming faster and harder than he'd have dared dream.

Both he and Uncle Wes wore two bodies. And between the four of them, Olivia, Aunt Zoey, and Gabby were getting plenty of attention.

If Eric had been forced to choose between spending the final hours before the induction ceremony with his kinky cousin, unbelievably beautiful aunt, or his mother, he'd have chosen his mother. Without hesitation. But not having to choose was pretty nice too.

With a somewhat guilty conscience, he found himself thinking that it was a real shame that he hadn't been able to spend more time with Aunt Zoey. His mother was the one woman he could not live without. And it was his mother he was going to miss most after the ceremony later that night. But, on a purely physical level, no one could quite compare to Zoey. If Barbie were real, she would have been jealous of Zoey.

She had also unleashed something lately that had been caged up each of the previous times Eric had been with her. There was a hunger in her eyes, a sense of reckless abandon. She didn't want to be seduced, as she often had. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. And he was more than happy to oblige. She even tried to outdo her daughter at once point, asking her nephew and her husband to DP her.

Of course, she couldn't really top his cousin. Olivia was insatiable. And then some. She not only demanded that Eric and Wes double-team her, often and repeatedly, but she really got into it. She didn't let them use her. No. They were living sex toys. Inanimate objects whose sole purpose for existing was to allow her to pleasure herself on them.

After a certain point, that should have lost its novelty.

But Eric was every bit as much in awe of how eagerly Liv took two cocks at once now as he had ever been. The raw sensuality, the complete lack of inhibition, the way she owned her sexuality, drove him insane. There wasn't another woman like Olivia anywhere.

At least, not that he'd met. In the back of his mind, he thought that if he spent enough time in the Homelands, he just might find others like her. But he pushed that thought away.

As much fun as he had with his cousin and his aunt, Eric didn't forget about his mother. After a while, he collapsed back to one body, and devoted all his attention to her.

With her, he felt something he never felt with any other woman. There were times when he thought they were connected on a supernatural level. Not in the sense that their fates were intertwined or that they shared a mutual desire that was special and unique. Not any of that cheesy shit. No, he actually felt like their Libidos were joined, like they didn't so much pass energy back and forth to one another as share it evenly.

It was pretty fucking intense.

On a purely physical level, too, Gabby had more than a few moves of her own. She didn't do some of the things Olivia or Zoey would do, but there were also things that she did with her body that neither of them could have managed. She seemed to sense exactly where he was in the path to climax, and contracted or relaxed her inner muscles at the exact perfect pace to guide him inexorably closer to that goal. Being inside his mother felt different from being inside any other woman. He almost expected to see the skies open up and hear choirs of angels sing when he slid home. It just felt so right to be in her warm embrace.

When he thought about the fact that he wasn't going to be allowed to sleep with anyone but Patty after tonight, he almost cried. Not that there was anything wrong with Patty. But the idea of having to go an entire week, let alone a year, without so much as kissing his mother was simply unbearable.

It sounded like they couldn't get away with breaking the rules though.

So long as Phil was king.

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Scene 6

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Patty

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She'd built it up in her mind too much.

That was all.

It wasn't Kurt's fault that Patty was having trouble getting off. He was doing everything right. Maybe he didn't have Eric's confidence, or his muscles, or his way of holding her, squeezing her, making her feel like an object of genuine desire. And maybe he didn't have Nick's magic tongue, nimble fingers, or his way of putting her at ease and making her feel like the only woman alive. But he was nice enough to look at, eager to please, and had plenty of stamina. His cock had a funny curve to it that she couldn't look at without wanting to giggle, but which seemed to be perfectly designed to ensure maximal stimulation of her G-spot. He was plenty long too, if not as thick as either Eric or Nick.

So it had to be her fault.

Was she expecting rainbows to arch across the sky, and unicorns to gallop across the beach? Fireworks to explode overhead?

This wasn't even her first time with her cousin.

Just the first since he'd told his mother to back off. Since he'd gone to bat for her. Declared that she was the one for him, spurring another woman's advances in the process. The woman who'd given him birth and raised him from infancy. The woman who'd fed him and sheltered him, wiped away his tears and written his English papers.

Was it so wrong to expect that things would feel different after that?

That there'd be more, you know, intimacy?

The look on Kurt's face as worked quietly, pumping his hips back and forth, was one of intense focus. Like pleasuring her was a job he had to do, when he should have seen her as a woman that he desired, perhaps even cherished.

But that was just Patty being a hopeless romantic. Living in a dream world. As usual. If only she hadn't watched so many Disney movies with Veronica when they were little girls, and even when they were not-so-little. If only she hadn't read so many romance novels.

In short, she was being a silly little girl.

Part of her thought that she was still young enough that it was only to be expected that she'd think that way, but that line of thinking did not good. It only made her consider that Kurt was even younger. That he'd only turned eighteen a few weeks ago. His head was probably full of all sort of silly notions too.

Maybe he was trying too hard. Maybe it looked like he wasn't really enjoying himself because he was so worried about making sure that he didn't do anything wrong that he was forgetting to pay any attention to her, rather than just her body.

"Kurt, baby," she said pressing a hand against his cheek.

His eyelids snapped open, and he stopped what he was doing, mid-thrust.

"Hmm? Something wrong?" he asked.

Patty tried to hide her reaction. Forced a smile.

Obviously she'd hit the nail on the head with that last thought. It wasn't that he didn't care for her. Just that he was so deathly nervous.

"Relax," she said.

She took hold of her cousin by the ears and pulled him in for a soft, sensual kiss. Meanwhile, she thrust her hips up into the air, impaling herself in reverse on his hard cock. It was awkward, especially with the soft, shifting sand beneath her. But maybe he'd feel some like there was a lighter load bearing down on him if she took charge a little.

"Why don't you lie down," she said.

He nodded and pulled out of her then slowly settled down on the blanket.

Patty locked gazes with him as she mounted him. His blue eyes were wide as saucers. Did she really scare him so?

No, the fear of disappointing her did. And that was reasonable enough.

Still, when a girl looked down at her man, she didn't expect to find fear in his eyes.

"You're doing fine," she lied.

Her cousin laughed nervously. "Sorry. I just... first time in Summer, last time for a while... lot of pressure, you know? I want it to be perfect. But I'm fucking it up."

"No you're not."

But of course he was.

His hands roamed over her body. Without quivering. That felt good. If he would just keep that up, they might get somewhere. It didn't take much to get things back on track, apparently. She just wanted to feel his desire for her. With his hands touching her like that, she felt electricity shooting through her. Felt warmth radiating out from between her legs.

"Let me do the work," she said. "Just try to enjoy yourself, okay?"

Patty started off slow, but worked her way up to a more vigorous pace. He really did have a glorious cock. It was like a banana. From this angle especially, it was really easy to get him to press against the spongy flesh just above her opening. Damn, that felt good.

And he was finally starting to relax. He wasn't staring off into the distance. He was staring into her eyes. And she could feel his Libido churning like a stormy sea. His hands were getting more adventurous, and more confident. He squeezed her ass and her tits, grunting and moaning with such obvious pleasure when he did. That made her feel good. Even without her cousin saying so, she knew that he liked her curves, after he did that.

He had such a nice face. His nose was slim, his lips full, his jaw sleek, his cheeks and brow slight yet prominent. He wasn't gorgeous, like Eric, or as cute as Nick and his dimples. But he was pretty, if such a word could be applied to a straight man without it being demeaning. His hair was almost unnaturally yellow. Like the shape of his penis, it almost made her want to giggle, but at the same time, she wouldn't have changed it if she could. It was also thick and strong and healthy. Even with it cut short like this, rather than long and shaggy the way it used to be, you could tell that he had a full head of hair.

Best of all, though, were his eyes. They weren't electric blue like his mother's, but they did give off a faint glow. She hadn't noticed that before, and chose to believe that it took her to bring it out of him. Whether that was true or not, she didn't much care, because the very thought brought her to an intense climax.

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Scene 7

Setting: The Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Kurt

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Kurt sat atop a rock, playing with Patty's hair and looking down onto the shoreline.

They'd not left each other's company since he'd talked to his mother. And no one had said anything, or come looking for them. Having Patty all to himself, without having to share her with Nick, with whom he suspected she had a stronger connection than either of them had yet even admitted to themselves, was seven different kinds of perfect.