Homelands Pt. 07 Ch. 03

"How can you be so much older than me if you're the youngest?" she asked.

"Time flows differently-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know that," she cut in. "But you're, what, thirty-five-ish? You could almost be my dad."

"Thirty-two," he said in an injured tone that wasn't entirely feigned.

"So how old is Gallech?"

Cahill shrugged.

"Whatever," Brittany said, passing her hands in front of her face with her fingers wiggling, as if trying everything he had to say along with the smoke they'd exhaled. "Laurent says I suffer from an unrecognized form of schizophrenia. He wants to write a paper about me. And I've got to say, that makes more sense than any of this."

"Who's Laurent?" Cahill asked. "Your shrink?"

She blushed. "My psych professor. And my lover."

Ah.

Perhaps it hadn't been meant as an insult when she'd said that he looked old enough to be her dad. She could be one of those girls who went for older guys.

"He has this whole elaborate theory. Calls it the Faerie Princess Complex. It explains everything. Even parts I haven't told him yet."

"What did you say his name was?" Cahill asked slowly.

"Laurent. Why?"

Could Liadan turn herself into a man? If he could grow extra arms and Seamus could be a rabbit, then he couldn't see why not. Heck, for all he knew, she was a man. It was no more implausible that he'd changed himself into a she for Cahill than that she'd changed herself into a he for Brittany. Either way, the whole thing sounded very puckish.

"You don't think he's one of us?" she asked.

"Who knows," Cahill said.

For a moment, they sat in silence. Then Brittany took her hand from his and slapped one of his many arms.

"What was that for?" he asked, laughing.

"My mind's all fucked up now. And not from this," she said, holding up the hookah's mouthpiece. "Couldn't you have just fucked me silly like the others?"

"Did somebody say I'm not going to do that too?"

His sister's blue eyes went wide and her nostrils flared as she drew a deep breath in through her nose. "Hope you're not `exactly three inches high' then, Mr. Caterpillar."

"Just a little bit bigger," he said, taking her hand and guiding it between his legs as he freed himself from his drawstring pants with one of his many other hands.

"A little," she agreed.

Her hand touched him tentatively at first, sliding along the length of his shaft. Then she took hold of him firmly and giggled at the feel of his huge dick in her small palm.

"Geez, Kay," Brittany said. "You're huge."

By way of response, he kissed her soft lips.

He was only a little surprised to find that doing so didn't feel the same as kissing other fey women. She wasn't truly here, after all. Not bodily. It was almost as if he was kissing a very vivid and convincing suggestion of his sister, a mental projection that possessed a quasi-physical form, yet one that wasn't fully realized. Sparks of ecstasy should have shot down his spine as they kissed. Should have when he'd taken her hand in his, or when she touched his cock, for that matter. It was almost like he was the one who was dreaming. All the same, she was corporeal enough for his purposes.

If he felt like their kiss had only been a reasonable imitation of the real thing, though, his sister evidently felt no such disappointment. Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and she gasped for air as he pulled away.

"W-wow," she eventually stammered.

Cahill let out an awkward laugh. It wasn't like he was the first fey she'd kissed.

But, then, he knew full well that it didn't matter if he was or wasn't. For a very long time, each and every kiss he shared with the women in his family had made Cahill feel as though he was discovering the full potential of a mere kiss for the first time in his life. It was only with the Dreamsmyths that he never felt it anymore. With Fiona and Oona, it was an uncommon, but not rare, experience. And with his mother, it remained the norm.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," Brittany said, pushing him flat on his back.

"I should hope so," he replied, as she hiked up her dress and straddled his hips.

The sense of intimacy Cahill should have felt as he entered his sister was missing. Or, rather, he only felt some fraction of it. Part of him knew that Brittany was tighter than tight, that her pussy struggled to accommodate him and that once it had, it enveloped him as completely as any woman's ever had. But when he was inside Fiona or Oona, let alone his mother, he felt a deep connectedness that wasn't just physical.

The hollow feeling said nothing about Brittany, though. He was sure of that. Rather, Cahill was discovering the full extent of why the women of his family had so desperately wanted him to wake up. Why it hadn't been enough that he visited them each night.

If it wasn't as good as sex with other fey should have been, it was still better than anything he'd experienced with a mortal woman. His sister was a hot little number, and she couldn't have been more into him. He was but a man, after all, and he couldn't help but experience a huge ego trip as he watched her face contort with ecstasy, listened to the sounds escaping her luscious lips, and sensed the mix of utter contentment and insatiable desire inside her Libido.

Cahill slipped his sister's sexy heels off with one set of hands so that he could caress Brittany's stockinged feet. Another pair of hands groped her impressive ass. The third pair reached up and freed her breasts from her dress and corset. Though they weren't as large as he liked, they were nicer than they had any right to be. Thin and fit as Brittany was, he should have been thinking to himself in that moment that they'd only looked good before because her corset had done its job so well. But they were as round and firm and glorious as medium-sized breasts could be, and her puffy pink nipples begged for attention.

"Oh, that's perfect," Brittany moaned, hips writhing slowly and sensually. Even as she said that, she took his uppermost pair of hands from her breasts and slipped her slender little fingers between his. She squeezed so tight that if she wasn't so much smaller than him, he might have been wincing. "Damn, Kay. That feels so good."

The middle pair of hands left her ass and went to take the place of the ones his sister now held. As they did, he abandoned her pretty little feet so that he could continue fondling her surprisingly large and perfectly shaped ass.

Once he stopped expecting their kisses to feel the way they would once she left the Dreaming for true, he realized that his sister was a great kisser. The movements of her lips and her slender little tongue were surprisingly modest. Though he'd just watched the girl seduce Teagan, who was more than a little timid, to say nothing of allowing her cousins to double-penetrate her or the threesome she'd had with her sister and a damned six-foot tall bunny, he could almost believe that the little girl atop him was shy. But, of course, she just knew how to strike the perfect balance between feigned reluctance and skillful reciprocation.

It didn't take long for his sister to ride him to orgasm. The trickle of energy that flowed from her to him as she did left something to be desired, but that too would change when she gave herself over to Faerie completely. If it seemed that her climax had been modest by the way her Libido had responded, her body told a very different story. Brittany spasmed wildly and her hips pumped up and down like a jackhammer. She bit down on her lower lip so hard Cahill thought she might draw blood. As her hands squeezed harder and harder, his sister proved that she had more strength than her diminutive stature had led him to believe.

The intensity of her climax pushed him over the edge, bringing him to orgasm swiftly and unexpectedly. Cahill grunted as his own body spasmed, his balls working overtime to pump his little sister's womb full of cum.

"Oh, fuck," she panted as she rolled off him. "That was fucking amazing."

Cahill grinned at his little sister. Her skin was glowing, and not just because of the moonlight bathing them. Lips that had been a deep pink earlier had turned blood-red. Sweat dampened hair clung to her forehead. Modest breasts rose and fell rhythmically as she fought to regain oxygen. Her corset had shifted around, the laces aligned with her right nipple rather than her breastbone.

She was a beautiful mess.

Damn, he longed to know what it would be like to make love to her for true. To feel the tingling sensation that came from making contact with another of his kind. To have a rush of energy and not just some modest trickle when she came.

"Saved the best for last," his sister said, almost to herself.

"Oh, this isn't the end of your adventures in Wonderland," Cahill replied. "You're to see the King and Queen of Hearts next."

"Not that, silly," she said with a lazy wave of her hand. "I've been with Mom and Gal before." Gal. That had to be the best nickname yet. "I meant you. Clan Walker saved the big guns for the final push."

"Don't you mean that your subconscious dreamt up-"

"Fuck that," Brittany said, laughing. She covered her mouth, as if just realizing that she'd been swearing in front of her older brother. Then, realizing how silly that was, she let her hand fall away slowly. "I'm sold, okay? No need to mock me."

"I wasn't," he said. "Well, maybe just a little."

"Mmm-hmm," she said, endowing those quasi-words with more sarcasm than they could hold. The look in her eyes was anything but adversarial though. She rolled onto her side and pressed a soft palm to his chest. "Your job is done here, older brother. But if you'd like to keep going, just for the fun of it...."

Cahill pushed his sister right back into the supine position. Her costume was too sexy for him to want to strip her of it, so he had to forego the full body seduction routine. But he still took his time working up to eating her pussy. His mouth worked her neck and ears for a while, then inside her wrists and her modest breasts. His many hands caressed and massaged, teased and squeezed, as he worked.

"Please tell me there's room for another pussy cat," Oona said. As the famous character was might have done, she let them see her grin first before allowing the rest of her to appear. She knelt above Brittany's head and ran her hands through the girl's dark hair, but her brown eyes were locked on Cahill. "I should hate to think that you've got your hands full already when there are so many of them."

"I suppose I can share," Brittany said with a wicked grin more befitting the Chesire Cat than Alice. "As much fun as this toy is to play with, if I kept it all to myself, I wouldn't be a very good little girl, would I?"

"No indeed," their aunt agreed.

Cahill said not a word. Just kept sucking on his sister's swollen nipple while massaging her feet, caressing her thighs, and cupping her buttocks.

Of course, even with six hands, he couldn't possibly tend to the vast needs of the two fey women. But that wasn't going to stop him from trying.

Oona slapped most of his hands away so that she could climb between his sister's legs.

Cahill sat back and admired the site of the sex kitten passing herself off as the Cheshire Cat eating Alice's pussy. With all that pink and purple, from her ears to her gloves, her dress and her tail, right down to her shiny heels, she almost did remind him of the character. In a way. But, for the most part, what he saw was simply his beautiful aunt pleasuring his beautiful sister. One fair-skinned brunette pleasuring another.

It struck him that the biggest difference in their appearances, their true appearances, was that Brittany had a really nice posterior but somewhat disappointing breasts while Oona had great tits but an underwhelming ass. That, and one had blue eyes while the other's were brown. Otherwise, they looked more like sisters than either Fiona and Brittany or Oona and Caronwyn did. They were the same height, just a bit shorter than Caronwyn and a little taller than Fiona. They had the same black hair, where Fiona's was sometimes brown and sometimes green and his mother's was a beautiful auburn.

His sister had a bald pussy. That didn't excite Cahill the way it did some guys. No more than it did that his sister looked significantly younger than any of the other fey, aside from Teagan. But he noted that she at least had prominent labia, unlike his cousin. When his turn to eat her out came, he'd enjoy that.

His aunt seemed to be performing cunnilingus well enough that his sister would hardly notice his absence anyway. As was only to be expected. He'd almost forgotten that she was as good at pleasing women as men, since it was so rare that he saw engage in group sex that didn't involve her and a group of men, but Oona's talent for oral sex was well nigh legendary.

So he went and knelt behind the Cheshire Cat, growing a second cock for good measure. It didn't take long to work her sphincter lose with a lubricated thumb. Soon enough, he was fucking both her holes, hard, while her tail lashed playfully against his face. Knowing how much she liked that, he rained slaps down on her small ass, turning the fair skin bright red.

The three of them kept going like that until they'd all reached climax. Then they took the briefest of breaks to clean up and catch their breath before resuming.

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Watching his younger sister fuck his younger brother like a woman who'd only just discovered that sex could be enjoyable, Gallech felt the emotions he'd been struggling with all his life threaten to oust the rational part of his mind from the driver's seat.

Once upon a time, he'd been a short, oversensitive loser who'd remained a virgin until he'd gone away to college and discovered that some girls liked guys who were into poetry. Or so went the stylized biography he'd come to believe in. His memories of the life he'd lived before entering Faerie were so distant now that he couldn't quite be sure.

What he knew for a certainty was that his life couldn't have been more perfect back when he'd first awoken. At that time, he was the only male member of Clan Walker. His mother and her sister, the most insanely attractive women he'd ever laid eyes upon, had shown no interest in allowing so much as an hour to pass without making love to him. When Fiona had come of age, it had only gotten better, even if his sister wasn't quite as hot as either his mother or, especially, his aunt.

Then Finnegan had come and his aunt had started to lose interest. Seamus hardly had eyes for anyone but Fiona, so the arrival of the first brother hadn't been so bad, though it still meant more competition. By the time Reilly joined the Emerald Court, Gallech had gone from feeling like the only man alive right back to being a pathetic loser. Or near enough as made no difference. Nevermind that he looked a hundred times better here than he ever had in that world, or that not a one of his brothers or cousins were more attractive than him. Taller, yes, but what of it? Height wasn't everything.

With each new arrival, things had gotten worse for him. But Cahill was the worst.

Gallech tried not to think such thoughts. His brother was a nice enough guy. Didn't look down on him the way he was convinced that Seamus and the others did. And though Oona chased after his youngest brother like he was so fucking special, Cahill wasn't really interested in their aunt. He was too obsessed with their mother. What reason then was there for Gallech to be so jealous of him?

None, of course.

But what did reason have to do with anything? They were fey, after all. Creatures of pure whim. Slaves to their desires. If not for the time they spent with mortals during their formative years, they wouldn't think to ask whether their behaviors were reasonable.

And so, for all the sense it made, Gallech couldn't help thinking that his brother's disinterest in Oona only made it worse. He simply couldn't believe that the busty nymph threw herself at his brother night after night and yet Cahill acted like it was a nuisance. What was wrong with him? Yes, their mother was amazing, but she was both less interested in him and less attractive than her younger sister. Only a fool would pine after her so pathetically when he could have Oona instead.

And now, the same was going to happen with Brittany.

True, the girl seemed pretty infatuated with Finnegan. When she'd first started coming to them, Gallech had been sure that she'd pair up with their cousin. If so, that at least would have made some sense. Finnegan was a good-looking guy, and he was actually putting some effort into trying to win the girl's affections. Yet here Cahill was, apparently making one hell of an impression on their sister, without even knowing or caring.

Brittany considerably more attractive than Fiona. At least as hot as their mother, if not their aunt. But that wasn't even the point. Just another example of how every woman went crazy for his younger brother without him even noticing it. It made Gallech want to vomit.

And that made him want to scream.

He had incredible power, as all of their kind did. More than anyone gave him credit for, in fact. Gallech had the ability to transform himself in whatever way he could imagine. To defy gravity, breathe underwater, and walk through fire. To mask his Libido so that even his mother, the great druidess, would believe him to be in whatever mood he wished her to think him in. Yet when it came to these feelings, he was as good as powerless. He could misrepresent his emotions, yes, but he couldn't control them.

So he watched the scene unfolding on the giant mushroom, a rage he despised yet couldn't suppress growing ever stronger within him.

With their little sister kneeling to one side and their aunt the other, his many hands fondling their breasts and stroking their hair and caressing their asses, Cahill was enjoying a tag-team blowjob. Gallech would have given his left leg to trade places with his brother in that moment. No one gave head the way Oona did, yet Brittany came as close to giving their aunt a run for her money as anyone could, no matter that she barely looked old enough to know what fellatio was. Yet if Cahill was enjoying it any more than he might have a good back rub, you'd never know it from the look on the guy's face.

Gallech decided that he couldn't take anymore.

He flitted across the land, a living shadow, until he arrived in the clearing where Brittany would meet the King and Queen of Hearts. As he sat atop his mother's throne, staring down at the grassy field that served as an audience chamber, he tried to lose himself in the checkerboard pattern formed by alternating patches of light and dark green. Tried admiring the playing card guardsmen that were made of nothing but pure moonlight. Tried to think of anything but Cahill, for whom everything came easy.

Of course, that didn't work.

So he tried listing all the things he liked about his brother. There was the bravery he showed in the battles he hadn't known to be illusory back when Oona created scenarios much like this one for him. How generously he lavished praise on others and how modestly he shrugged off any directed at him. The fact that he hadn't yet gotten into a fist fight with Reilly, as Gallech himself had so many times.

That didn't work either.

He didn't want to resent his brother, of course. Were he in control of his own emotions, he'd have wanted to be friends with Cahill, the way Seamus was. But he just couldn't find the "off" switch, no matter how hard he tried.

Gallech almost felt bad for his mother and Brittany. They didn't know how hard he was going to try to exorcise his demons through them when Alice finally tired of her Caterpillar.