Homelands Pt. 07 Ch. 06

She didn't have the backside his older sister or his mother had. Even Brittany's bottom was more to his liking. But she liked it when he paid attention to her modest little cheeks.

"Now," his aunt proclaimed after she settled back to her heels, "let's get started!" She turned her back to him, taking in the rest of the clan. Seamus pressed up against Fi from behind, wrapping his lean arms around her waist and nestling his chin in against her neck. Everyone else offered Oona their undivided attention. "Everyone ready?"

A few heads nodded. Lacking any objections, his aunt took that for consent enough. She clapped her hands, and they were all transported far away.

Of the Wicked Witch and her henchman, there was no sign. The same went for Caronwyn the Good Witch, much to Cahill's disappointment. The rest of them, Dorothy and Toto and her three loyal companions, found themselves on a yellow brick road in the middle of the familiar forests of Faerie.

"So," Fiona said, looking to her left and right. "Should we see where this goes?" she asked, flicking her wrist to take in the road before them.

"Might as well," Cahill said to his sister.

But Seamus was already nibbling at their sister's ear and groping at her full breasts through her clothes. Clearly, he at least had no interest in finding the Emerald City. Or whatever else the road might lead to.

And, in his brother's shoes, Cahill would have probably reacted the same way. But the idea of staying where they were and descending into an orgy there and then didn't interest him much. Not when their mother was out there somewhere, waiting for him.

Just as he was considering leaving , his little sister grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss. The jolts of ecstasy Brittany sent flooding through his body made it impossible to tear himself away. Instead, he reached down and cupped her ass in his hands.

As he did, he marveled at how large it was. How much softer it was than made any sense, given her athletic build. A girl her size and shape shouldn't have had so much to offer back there. One of these days, the fact that little Brit has such a sweet ass would penetrate his thick skull and he'd ceased being amazed by it. But until then, each and every time Cahill planted his hands on her bubble butt, he would feel a rush of surprise and excitement.

"Let's just set that aside," Finnegan said.

Cahill glanced up for a second, though his lips never left his sister's. His cousin had stepped up behind Brittany and was gently slipping the silver axe out of her grip. Once it was securely in his hand, he tossed it aside. Then he grabbed Cahill's wrists and tugged upward, presumably hoping to let his own hands explore the wonder of Brittany's ass. Cahill considered resisting, but decided to play nice. His hands slip up to his sister's firm back.

They stayed like that for a time, Cahill and Brittany locking lips while Finnegan fondled her backside from behind. His sister came close to being a bit too eager, too aggressive, for Cahill's taste. He preferred to take the lead, as Fiona and Caronwyn always allowed him to. But the girl definitely knew what she was doing, and Cahill had only met two women in his entire life who had lips as nice and full as his kid sister's.

Before too long, though, the heat level started rising. Finnegan and Cahill took turns stripping Brittany of various articles of clothing while she kissed one or the other, and she'd occasionally stop long enough to tear something off one of them. Whether by ordinary means or supernatural, parts of their costumes slowly fell away. They didn't take everything off, though. Brittany kept her heels, gloves, choker and, somehow, the funnel atop her head. Finnegan retained most of his getup, having shed nothing but his pants. Only Cahill ended up naked as the day he was born. If his sister had gotten her way, he'd have kept the stupid hat on, but he'd been only too happy to be rid of it.

Lying flat on his back, Cahill helped his sister mount him. The girl still had a little trouble getting his huge dick inside her little hole. For his part, Cahill wished it didn't feel like he was ripping her open. Like he was forcing her to endure some great agony. True, the look on her face told him that agony was the furthest thing from what Brittany was feeling just then. So did the moans and sighs, the fluttering of her eyelids and the way her teeth pressed against her lower lip. But even so, he was reluctant to fondle her breasts or cup her ass, or even to caress her pretty little feet. He longed to feel her, to explore the wonders of her body, but he just wasn't sure she could handle any additional stimulation.

"Oh...fuck...Kay," she said once she had him all the way inside. A goofy smile spread across her face. "That feels...goooood."

Finnegan cleared his throat loudly. Both Cahill and Brittany pretended not to notice.

His sister's hands started exploring, undulating over his abs and sliding across the smooth plains of his chest. He took that as his cue to let his own hands go to work. They started with her sharp ankles and worked their way up her long legs towards that inappropriately wonderful ass. Her calves were tight and hard, her thighs slender and lightly curved.

"Probably never fantasized about doing the Tin Man before, huh?" Brittany asked as she started to slowly bounce up and down on his thick cock. "How's it feel?"

"Wrong," Cahill said. "All the right kinds of wrong."

She smiled and leaned down to give him a quick kiss. "Good answer," she said before drawing herself back up.

Finnegan had apparently had enough. He ran a hand through his cousin's hair, stopping when he reached the funnel, and pulled her towards his eagerly waiting cock.

The girl teased him mercilessly for a while. She'd slowly, gently, close those luscious lips of hers over the very tip of his dick and then slide them quickly off. Then she'd lightly flick her tongue against his glans or lick the pre-cum from his slit. But just as he was starting to whimper, Brittany suddenly engulfed him completely and immediately went to work giving Finnegan a very enthusiastic blowjob.

Cahill let his sister set her own pace, which was slow, until she got their cousin off. Then he went to work, using his hips to drive his monster cock up into her. The gilded paving stones beneath him felt cool, but the rest of him was on fire. His sister's Libido was a raging inferno, and he was bathing in its heat. It didn't take long to bring her to climax.

After that, Finnegan knelt behind them and slowly worked his dick into Brittany's tight little ass hole. The poor girl truly did seem to be suffering this time, but only at first. Shortly after her cousin buried himself in her bowels, she gradually worked herself up to a frantic pace, using her two men for her own pleasure, and loving every second of it.

For his part, Cahill was glad to be used. His hands remained gently cupped over her breasts, but otherwise, he simply lay there and let her do what she would with him. The look of pure ecstasy on his sister's face was a wonder to behold. She was no slave to her passions, but the master of them, and that had Cahill utterly in awe of her. He stared up at her slack-jawed, honored to take part in her quest for satisfaction.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," his sister moaned as a powerful orgasm swept over her. Violent spasms wracked her body. Or would have, if she wasn't sandwiched so tightly between Finnegan and Cahill. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted, hips writhing and fingernails doing their best to bite into Cahill's skin. Were it not for her leather gloves, she'd likely have drawn blood.

While her energy was still pouring rapidly into both Cahill and Finnegan, Brittany leaned forward and covered her brother's mouth in hers, kissing him hungrily. For a moment, he thought she might suck him dry, pulling all the energy he was taking from her and more out through his mouth. But all she stole was his oxygen.

"Damn, that was good," she panted after releasing him.

"You're insatiable," Finnegan said. He gave Brittany's ass a smack before pulling out.

"We're not jealous, are we?" Brittany asked playfully as she dismounted Cahill. She stood, went up on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around her cousin, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You'll get your turn to be the focus of my attention, you know." Another kiss. "Just have to wait your turn."

On that note, Cahill left the two lovebirds alone.

Seamus was on his knees, giving it to Fiona from behind. He looked up from their sister's heavenly ass and gave Cahill a smile. Now that they all knew that Cahill wasn't interested in stealing Fi away, Seamus was apparently done pretending to resent Cahill.

It was a strange sight, and not just because of their costumes. All of a sudden, Cahill was keenly aware of what he all too often forgot. He was about to join his brother in a threesome with their sister. That he and his cousin had just finished double-penetrating his other sister. That they were engaged in a family orgy.

There was a world in such behavior would be considered monstrous. He'd spent most of his life there. Here, in Faerie, all anyone ever did was have sex with their blood relatives. Not only wasn't there an incest taboo, but it was almost, almost, as if there was a taboo against any other kind of sex. But back in the Dreaming, a world he'd once considered the real world, families did not behave this way.

He felt strangely numb. The sudden realization of how depraved their actions were ought to have filled with disgust and shame. Or perhaps he should have felt a thrill at the thought of defying such a powerful norm. Yet he felt neither of those things. As he watched Fiona drive her incredible ass back against Seamus, and as the impact of their bodies slapping together set her great white orbs to dancing, all Cahill felt was arousal. Not because it was wrong for his brother and sister to fornicate with one another and he got off on watching their wicked act. No, simply because Fiona was a damn good-looking woman with an amazing body. If Cahill felt any differently about witnessing their carnal acts than he would have any other couple, it was only in the sense that he loved the two of them, as any man would love his brother and sister, and seeing them please one another brought a smile to his face. He knew that ought to have felt otherwise, but he was incapable of doing so.

"I won't...mphh...bite," Fiona told him.

Cahill chuckled to himself before going and kneeling before his older sister, presenting his hard cock to her the way one might offer a child a lollipop. And she engulfed him no less eagerly than a toddler might have a piece of candy.

Seamus grinned at him again before devoting all his attention to servicing their sister properly. He redoubled his efforts to send her to her happy place and she began to lose her focus, moaning against Cahill more than fellating him. But the vibrations in her throat felt too good for Cahill to be disappointed by that.

It soon became clear that something had come over all of them, much the way Dorothy and her friends had all suddenly fallen asleep in the poppy fields. Only it wasn't sleepiness that fell upon them, but a powerful, unrelenting lust. One that knew no loyalties.

Once more, Cahill forgot that incest was forbidden in most people's minds. Forgot that there was anything unusual about their leisure activities. All he knew was the he couldn't get enough of his two sexy sisters.

Eventually, a voice in the back of his mind told him to forget about the two of them and go find his mother. But that voice was weak and distant. Drowned out by the one that urged him to give everything he had to Fiona, just as he had Brittany a little earlier.

After the busty version of Dorothy collapsed in an intense orgasm, she announced that she wanted both of them at once. And so it was that the ruby-slipped beauty was soon sandwiched between the Cowardly Lion and her little dog too. Then Cahill did his best to fulfill his older sister's needs all by himself after Seamus joined Finnegan and Brittany. He slipped back into a supporting role when Finnegan finally peeled himself away from the Tin Woman. After a while, Cahill left his cousin with Fiona and went to help Seamus try, in vain, to satisfy Brittany's endless need for cock. Round and round they went, changing partners and positions frequently but never once stopping for even the briefest break.

Time slid past. There was no telling how long he'd been under the influence of the glamour, but his sense slowly returned to him. And once they did, Cahill knew for certain that there had indeed been a glamour involved. His sisters were certainly desirable, but no one besides his mother had ever previously made him feel like it would be better to die than to pause for so much as a second.

Whatever had allowed him to regain control of his mental faculties hadn't reached the others, though. Seamus and Brittany were doing the reverse spoon. Finnegan and Fiona were in the cobra position. Both guys were completely naked. The women wore nothing but their shiny heels, silver and ruby.

Cahill almost considered diving back in. Free of the glamour he might be, but he was still susceptible to ordinary desire. And the four of them made quite a sight.

But it was long past time to find his mother.

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Cahill jogged down the yellow brick road, wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and nothing else. Gone were the tail and knit cap. His facial hair was once again neatly trimmed length and his body had returned to its usual coloration. He was done playing Toto. The others could keep up the game if they wanted. That was no skin off his nose. But it was as Cahill that he would make Caronwyn his. As a man, not a cute little puppy dog.

"Where you off to in such a hurry?" asked a voice whose pitch left no doubt as to the identity of the speaker.

Cahill sighed and looked over his shoulder.

Sure enough, there was Oona. She stood atop an abandoned cottage, the way the Wicked Witch had in that scene where she threw a fireball at Scarecrow. Only his aunt wasn't carrying a broom, and the only fire to be seen lay behind his aunt's dark eyes. As she drank in his bare chest and toned abs, her dark irises gleamed and her Libido pulsed. It was not with hatred or malice that she stared so intently at him, but hunger.

"Where are your lackies?" he asked.

"Serving the Good Witch," she replied.

Cahill's stomach churned.

That was ridiculous, he knew. If there was any sense in which he and his mother were in a relationship, it certainly wasn't a monogamous one. Even when they weren't acting out one of Oona's little dramas, both he and Caronwyn took other lovers. And they did so quite frequently. After all, their whole clan was highly promiscuous. All the fey were. That was just how things worked differently in Faerie, and indeed throughout all the Homelands.

He knew those things. But he was having trouble accepting them.

He didn't care how many worlds full of immortals with loose sexual mores there were. His mother belonged to him. She might have the right to take other lovers from time to time, and he'd never try to stop her from exercising that right, but he'd never really be entirely okay with it. He'd always feel a little pang of jealousy upon hearing that she was with another man, let alone two of them.

The Wicked Witch floated down off the top of the cottage, her cape billowing up around her. She landed on the grass without impact and immediately started advancing towards Cahill. Her black eyes locked on his, paralyzing him.

On some level, Cahill was aware that his aunt was using glamour. Her Libido was glowing. He could even sense it slowly depleting. But those thoughts felt like the remnants of a dream. He was hypnotized by her dark eyes and her swaying hips, her bouncing breasts and her full lips, every bit as much as he was by any supernatural influence. He simply stood there, staring with wide eyes at the scantily-clad witch.

"Does that bother you?" his aunt asked. "Would you like to chase them off?"

He nodded.

Oona laughed. The sound of it was nothing like the cackle for which the Wicked Witch was so well-known. In truth, it was musical and pleasant and maybe even a little sexy.

Nonetheless, it sent a shiver down his spine. Perhaps precisely because it wasn't the least bit wicked. Had it been, he'd have had an easier time convincing himself that he had to resist her. That his mother awaited him, and he couldn't get distracted by lesser women.

"I'm not trying to keep you from her," his aunt said, stepping onto the yellow brick road. Her heels clacked sharply with each step now. "At least, not for long." She laid a hand on his chest so softly he could almost think that she was afraid of getting burned. "I just want to have a little fun with you before I send you on your way. That's not so terrible, is it?"

The long lashes that batted up at him almost made him forget her green skin and elongated nose. Somehow, his aunt managed to be painfully gorgeous and appropriately garish at the same time. He wanted to be repulsed by her, or at least immune to her charm if nothing else. But the warmth of her hand on his skin, the feel of her soft palm gently rubbing back and forth, had his cock hardening. It didn't help that the pure, unadulterated lust in her Libido was so powerfully contagious. Nor that those dark, dark eyes, beautifully framed by long lashes and thick eyeliner, were such a sight to behold.

Their lips met, and Cahill instantly achieved climax.

"I know I should be happy for her," Oona said as he stumbled back, gasping for air. "That I should say I'm glad my sweet sister has found someone who appreciates her as much as you evidently do." She fumbled at the clasp of her cape for a moment, found purchase, and freed herself of it. The garment fell to the floor with all the urgency of a feather or a dry leaf. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. No one's ever felt for me what you feel for her. No one. Not even my own sons."

That wasn't true. It couldn't have been. Reilly would do anything for her, and Finnegan had been the same way before Brittany had arrived. And though Cahill had never met his uncle Kearney, the little that he knew about him suggested that he was as smitten with Oona as any Dreamsmyth could be with a woman from Clan Walker.

Yet, at the same time, Cahill didn't doubt his aunt's words.

His cousins were attracted to their mother. Possessive of her, even. But she was only an object to them. A toy they didn't like sharing. Of course they didn't feel for her what he felt for his mother. And how could they, anyway? No man ever had felt for any woman what Cahill felt for Caronwyn.

Countless men before him had thought the same thing to themselves, he was sure. And, logically, that meant they'd all been wrong. It was absurd and pretentious and cliche to think his passion for his mother was so unique. But it didn't matter to Cahill that it couldn't possibly be true. Because it just didn't.

Perhaps, then, he should have felt bad for his aunt. Pitied her for never knowing a connection as pure and as powerful as the one binding him to his mother. And, perhaps, part of him did. But he was too busy resenting his inability to take his eyes off her, and the sense of betrayal said inability made him feel, to bother.

Going up on tiptoes, his aunt kissed him again. This time, Cahill managed not to ejaculate, but it was a close thing.

The sad part was that she hadn't infused that last kiss with much supernatural punch. Without really trying, his aunt had nearly gotten him to cum in his pants for a second time.

She was just that good, her desire for him that intense.

Cahill looked down at his aunt. She wasn't bewitching him. Not anymore. Energy was no longer draining from her Libido like a candle slowly burning down. The desire he felt for her was not the product of undue influence. His thoughts and feelings were his own.