. 07

Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Seven

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You might want to read Chapters One through Six first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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My head ached something fierce the next morning. It took me a long time to get out of bed, and even longer to shower. It was almost noon when I came out into the sitting room.

Mom was in the kitchenette, fixing soup and sandwiches. Only it wasn't Mom. It was the sex kitten my brothers and I had ravaged last night. She wore a gray silk negligee that didn't cover more than a fraction of her huge ass. That beautiful work of art jiggled about as she shuffled around the kitchen.

I drew a deep breath and walked up behind her quietly, rested my hands on the counter to either side of her, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Good morning," I said.

"Just barely," she said. Leaning forward, she pressed her ass against me. "People will be stopping in for lunch soon. In case you're looking for someone to ski with this afternoon."

Despite my killer headache, my dick was fully hard. "Think I had too much fun last night. Might need to take it easy today."

"That's okay, dear. If you need to recover, you should."

"What about you?" I asked. "I mean, last night didn't take a toll on you?"

I heard her purr softly. "Maybe a little. In a good way."

She didn't say anything about the hand I'd laid on her hip, but after finishing with the mayo, she turned, walked around me, and returned the jar to the fridge.

"I was surprised you joined us for cards after Dad went to bed. Pretty cool of you."

She smiled. Reaching out with one finger, she tapped my barrel chest. "Cards, huh?"

"Well, in general," I said.

She stepped closer to me, stood on the tips of her toes, and whispered in my ear. "I had a great time myself. It might just happen again tonight."

I placed a hand on the small of her back, pulled her against me. She let out a soft sound of approval. My hand slid down to her ass, gave it a firm squeeze. "Might?"

She leaned up and kissed me. Open mouth. With tongue. "Later," she said. "It's almost lunch time." And then she stepped away and went to stir the pot of soup.

#

Lunch took about two hours since people mostly showed up in twos and threes, and the last group arrived so long after the first. All through lunch, I hoped that no one announced that they were going to stay back for the afternoon.

No one did, for which I was thankful. But I also was a bit confused. I didn't understand why no one besides me woke up feeling completely like shit. Talking to my brothers over lunch, I learned that they'd been a little groggy this morning, but not too bad. And they were already thinking about how to top last night tonight. Dom was hoping not to have to share Brianna with Todd tonight. And Todd couldn't wait to get a chance with Natalie.

Natalie, meanwhile, was more than receptive to his anything but subtle advances. I think she might even have given him a quick BJ before they headed back onto the slopes.

Dom was less lucky. Brianna seemed interested in him one minute, and intent on a threesome with her father and ours the next.

Finally, thankfully, I had the cabin, and Mom, to myself once more.

She sat on the couch, legs folded to her side, watching TV. I came in and joined her, massaging her bare feet until they were warm. When I was done, I left my hands there. After a while, I let one drift up her calves, then back, then up again but reaching to her lower thigh, and so on. When I got about half-way up her soft thigh, she stopped me.

I met her eyes. They were large and deep brown. "We talked about this, baby."

"I wasn't. I was just petting," I said.

She smiled. "And where does that lead? Next thing you know, I'm straddling you while you fuck mommy's pussy raw and grope my fat ass and big tits. Am I right?"

My breathing sped up. I was about to agree and to apologize. But, though my memories were fuzzier than everyone else's, I was pretty sure I remembered that nothing turned Mom on more than a guy who took what he wanted.

So I grabbed her calves and pulled her legs out from under her. She yelped, but it was mostly surprise, with a slight hint of amusement. She smiled up at me nervously, but with excitement rolling off her in waves, as I reached for the waistband of my pants.

Despite that, she still said, "Frank. Please."

I pressed my face close to hers, staring intently into her eyes without saying or word or even so much as blinking. Then I planted a soft peck on her nose. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me I can't see your nipples hardening. That you're not sopping wet. Tell me that, and mean it, and I'll gladly back off."

Her breathing was heavy. She didn't reply.

When I kissed her, she kissed back. All but tried to swallow my tongue, in fact.

I kissed my way slowly, tortuously, up from her toes to her love box, moving ever so slowly up her smooth, soft thighs. As I worked my way up those shapely legs, she stripped off her negligee and started rolling her nipples between her fingertips.

When I got to her pussy, I found that she was indeed sopping wet. Her labia were swollen, her clitoris peeking out from under its hood.

I went right for her most sensitive parts. But I stopped after just a few seconds and went back to teasing, only occasionally even throwing a quick flick of my tongue to her outer labia. She sighed exasperatedly, scratched the back of my head, and told me I was evil.

Perhaps so, but her first orgasm hit while I was still kissing her hips. So apparently I was doing something right.

I kept right on teasing. Her second climax came while I played with her breasts, tweaking one nipple with my hand while sucking, nibbling, and tongue-fucking the other.

Finally, I returned to her little lady. But as before, I only stimulated her labia and clitoris for a few brief seconds before pulling back. It was hard not to linger. She tasted sweet. Like blackberries with a hint of raspberries. And the way she responded to my ministrations also made it hard to back away. Nonetheless, that was what I did.

Mom slammed her fists into the couch, rolled her head back against the armrest. "Positively, absolutely, evil," she said. Then, more softly, she added, "Please, Frank." Only this time, she meant it quite differently. "Please, please, please. Don't do this to mommy. I really don't think I can take it."

I told her to roll onto her stomach, and I repeated the whole affair again. I licked her ankles, toes, and the backs of her knees. I massaged her back while kissing a trail up her spine to her neck. I nibbled her ears. Then I returned to her glorious ass, bit softly into each cheek, spread them apart, and gave her a rimjob, allowing her to climax at last.

Then I told her to lie on her back once more, and I finally knelt before her altar and worshipped her properly. She came over and over and over again.

Finally, time for penetration. The first round was quick and furious. Then, more gently, I fucked her ass. From there, it was mostly tender love-making. But a few times, I got a bit rough. If possible, Mom got even more excited when I did.

As my memories returned, I remembered that Brianna was the reason I woke up feeling like shit. She'd drained my brothers too, which was they'd woken up groggy, but she'd really gone after me as hard as she could. She needed time, then. Probably not much, given how powerful she was and how much energy she'd amassed. I hadn't lasted more than ten seconds once she cranked things up. But she still wasn't ready to end this.

Perhaps, then, I ought to have drained my mother thoroughly. But I simply couldn't.

We went at it all afternoon. Sometimes rough, but mostly not. Sometimes in her back door, but mostly not. It was hard to imagine what could have been more fun.

During a break in the action, Mom lay atop my chest, trailing her fingers lazily over my chest and shoulders. "Hey, baby. Tell me something."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Have you been going rougher than you prefer just for my sake?"

"Maybe," I said, kissing her forehead.

She sighed, brushed my chest with her soft lips. "Please don't. I hate to think you're doing something you don't want to do on account of me. It's not like I need it to get off."

"I just thought-" I swallowed the rest of the sentence as she laid a finger over my lips.

"Don't explain. It was sweet. But do as your mother says, and don't do it again."

#

That evening started off mostly like the one before. Dad and Uncle Jim made dinner, and then they and their wives went out to the hot tub.

But this time, Aunt Cindy, Jack and Mark all departed soon after dinner. They went together, and no one faked any yawns or said word one about being tired.

So Brianna, Natalie, my brothers and I again played a drinking game, and we took it slowly. No one drank unless they had to. We didn't make much small talk either. It seemed safe to say that we all knew what we all were thinking, but even so, none of us said anything. I wasn't sure why. Besides Natalie, we'd all gotten plenty intimate with one another the night before. But even so, the room was mostly silent, and the air heavy with anticipation.

When we heard the glass doors upstairs open, everyone looked towards the stairs expectantly. Brianna and Natalie exchanged glances.

"Excuse me," Brianna said, and left the room.

"That's our cue," Nat said, rising from her chair. She took Todd by the hand and started towards her room. She stopped by Dom's chair, laid a hand on his shoulder. "Go after her, you idiot. She's going to let you join in. Dad probably won't last long, so you'll get her to yourself before long anyway. But don't just sit there and wait for her to come to you."

It was probably the first, and last, time that anyone had to tell Dom that if he wanted a woman, he should take her.

And just like that, I was alone. I waited a few minutes, hoping to see Mom come down the stairs. But she didn't come.

I downed the rest of my beer. And Dom's. "Shit," I said to myself. "Shit, shit, shit."

The place was painfully quiet.

I plopped down on the couch and was about to turn the TV on when I heard moaning upstairs. Someone hadn't bothered retiring to a bedroom. That was pretty close to an open invitation for others to join, in this family.

Slowly, I crept upstairs, wondering what was going on. Well, I had a pretty good guess as to what. The real question was who. Was that Aunt Liz's voice? Cindy's?

And what lucky guy was with one of my aunts?

It was both aunts, as it turned out. And the "lucky" guy was Uncle Jim. Who wasn't looking all that terribly lucky.

He sat cuffed to a chair by the fireplace, a pair of panties stuffed in his mouth, watching his wife and her sister-in-law have a romantic evening together.

They sat on the couch, kissing each other, abandoned drinks on the coffee table. Each of them had one hand stuffed in the other's panties.

Aunt Liz wore a red shelf bra, matching panties, and a black silk robe. Aunt Cindy wore a bustier the same shade of blue as her eyes. Her panties were white with blue trim. White stockings and a garter rounded things out.

Cindy's eyes opened. She spotted me holding my erect penis. She smiled and crooked a finger at me. "Liz," she whispered. "We have a guest."

Liz looked over at me without slowing her fingerplay. "Well, hello there, handsome. Thought everyone was busy already."

"Not everyone," I said. "Still one guy left. Wouldn't want to leave such beautiful women to attend to themselves, after all."

"You think we need men to have fun?" Aunt Cindy asked, writhing faster and faster. "That we're not perfectly capable of doing that without you?"

I paused. "Sorry. Didn't mean that. And, uh, didn't mean to interrupt."

"Oh, Frank. Don't take everything so seriously. Of course you're welcome to join us," Liz said. "Just realize that you're sort of like the cherry on top."

So I stroked myself as I watched them step out of their panties and sixty-nine. After a while, I approached the couch slowly. Neither said anything. I leaned over Aunt Cindy's round ass, which was stretched out by Liz's hands, admiring its size and shape. I wouldn't mind it being a little bigger and softer, but it was awfully impressive all the same. I went to my knees and gave Cindy a rimjob. Between that and Liz's equally expert tongue-work, it wasn't long before Cindy trembled with pleasure. I could see her lips darken as she came.

They disentangled themselves from one another and switched places.

I went to the kitchen and gathered a few supplies as they continued licking one another. I walked back in, carrying a few cucumbers, a banana, a stick of butter, and a can of whipped cream. Liz was just then finishing her first orgasm.

"What a thoughtful boy," she said, grabbing the can of whipped cream. "Lose that bustier, then stand still," she said to Cindy before giving her a bikini. "Your turn," she said to me before covering the tip of my penis and leaving a trail down the top of my shaft.

Cindy got to her knees, taking care not to disrupt her bikini, placed a hand palm-up under my shaft, and guided my cock towards her mouth. Meanwhile, Liz slipped out of her clothes and applied her own bikini before taking knee beside her sister-in-law.

They went painfully slow, removing the whipped-cream one light flick at a time. But gradually, their pace quickened. They also began to use more and more of their tongues and their lips. After an agonizing wait, Liz finally slipped the whole head in her mouth for more than a brief teasing instant. As she worked, she stroked my shaft just below the head. Cindy came around the side and licked my balls while stroking the bottom half of my cock.

They took turns, competing to see who could fit more. On her third try, Cindy swallowed all but the last inch. Her throat bulged like a snake that had just fed on a large rat.

Liz then one-upped her by getting the entire thing all the way inside her, her delicate nose pressed against my pubes. She hummed, and her throat vibrated against my stiff dick.

They kept switching back and forth, each one leaving me just a bit closer to the brink. After an insufferable wait, they knelt side by side and stuck their tongues out while I jerked off into their mouths. With my sticky load still on their tongues, they kissed each other.

Next, I pulled Liz up to her feet and gave her breasts the same treatment she'd given me. Cindy followed suit, gently easing Liz's legs apart before going to work on her ass. When Cindy and I finished licking Liz clean, Liz and I did the same for Cindy.

Cindy then took one of the cucumbers, buttered up one end of it, and slowly worked it into her ass while she sat on the edge of the couch. "Liz, be a dear and lick my clit."

Liz knelt in front of the blonde woman. One hand roamed up Cindy's abs to find her breasts. The other gripped Cindy's right leg, just below the hip. Cindy then wrapped that leg around Liz's neck, pulling the other woman's head closer to her crotch.

I crouched behind Liz on one knee, hesitating.

"Go ahead," Cindy encouraged me.

Ever so slowly, I slid my dick into Liz's inviting folds. She was sopping wet, but it still took some effort just to get my head in. I let myself shrink a bit.

It went easier from there. Once I was all the way in, I let it grow a bit once more. I heard my aunt moan around a mouthful of Cindy's pussy as I did. While I fucked her, I slapped her ass. At first, I did so playfully. Nothing more than soft taps. But I worked up to fairly vigorous slaps that left pink palm marks on her white flesh.

Cindy reached over Liz's back and handed me the other cucumber. "Fill both her holes."

Liz slowed, steadying herself. Her back went tense, the taut ropes of muscle standing out. She was not as fit as Cindy, but she clearly knew her way around the gym. I slowed my thrusts, eventually halting while I worked a thumb into her ass. After her sphincter loosened, I started slowly pushing the cucumber in.

She moaned slowly and deeply. "Yes, yes. Oh that's good," she said.

I started fucking her again. Slowly at first, but soon I was like a jackhammer. I pulled almost all the way out, no more than half of my head still enveloped in her folds, before slamming into her. I delivered a few dozen full thrusts per second. All the while, I kept working the cucumber back and forth, in and out of her tight ass. I made sure that the two followed distinct but complimentary patterns. Like lead and rhythm guitar.

"Whoa there," Cindy said. "I need her to be able to focus on me too."

I eased up until I heard Cindy moaning softly as well.

Cindy came first. I wasn't sure how to feel about that, and at the same time felt ashamed for caring. A minute or two later, Liz slammed her hands down on the couch, dug her nails in, lifted her head up and, through gritted teeth, said, "That's it. Just like that."

I eased the cucumber out, afraid that it would make a mess if she squeezed too tight, and convinced this was going to be that kind of climax.

I was right. A few moments later, her vice grip had me gasping for air.

Energy drained from her, into me. I drank it in slowly, careful not to take too much.

Liz collapsed to the floor. I followed her down and eased myself out. Then I leaned forward and kissed her her neck, gave her ass another light tap, and stood up.

Aunt Liz rolled over, propped her back against the edge of the couch. "Wow," she said. "That was amazing. You have to give him a try."

"Okay, dear. But I'm not nearly done with you," Aunt Cindy said.

Liz scrambled to her feet and kissed Cindy deeply, fondling her medium-sized breasts as she did. "You'd better not be," she said before heading to the bathroom.

"She's something, isn't she?" Aunt Cindy asked. Without waiting for an answer, she said, "Now, show me what she's raving about."

I pulled her in close for a kiss. Her lips were soft. They didn't compare to Liz's, but they were nice. And she was a great kisser. I ran my hands down her back, cupped her ass cheeks, massaged them softly. Her ass was hard as a rock.

After a few moments she ran her hands up my abs, over my chest. But then she pushed me back. "Okay, okay, Romeo. I'm plenty warmed up." She stood with her back to the couch, and let herself fall. Once she was settled, she held her legs up beside her head and said, "Fuck me already. And don't be shy about it."

I placed my knees on either side of Aunt Cindy and eased my dick inside her. She let go of her ankles, and propped her legs up against my shoulders. Wrapping her hands around my back, she pulled me in close.

There was too much difference in height between us, even though I was not overly tall, for me to kiss her while we fucked. So I just gripped the back of the couch for support and pumped away as fast and hard as I could.

Good lord, she was tight.

After a bit, I lifted her legs by her meaty calves, raising her hips. Leaning farther back on the couch, careful not to fall off, I further increased the angle at which I entered her. I could feel her G-spot, spongy rather than smooth like the rest of her vag, as I worked back and forth. I picked up the pace gradually. She shuddered with each thrust.

It didn't take long before she started to cum. Her nails broke the skin of my back.

As soon as her contractions slowed down, I launched another full assault. Not only did I drill into her as fast as I could, each thrust pulling all but the very tip of my cock out of her warm, wet snatch, but I drew upon some of the energy I'd taken from Aunt Liz to add a few other flourishes. For one thing, my dick grew thicker still, stretching her lips wider and wider. For another, I reached inside her in a purely metaphorically way and opened something up, so that she felt everything more intensely.