Homelands Pt 04 Ch 02

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Author's note

Part Four takes the story to a new setting. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three to enjoy Part Four, though it would probably help.

The Homelands will eventually consist of fifteen parts, broken up into three trilogies. The first three parts were set in Autumn. The next three will be set in Summer. Then there will be three each set in Spring and Winter. The final three will tie everything together.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me. Or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, many chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age. ########################

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Cast of Characters

Gabriela

: Wife of Jennifer. Mother of Eric and Patty. POV character.

Jennifer

: Wife of Gabriela. Mother of Nick, Veronica, and Annie.

Eric

: Gabriela's son. POV character.

Nick

: Jennifer's son. POV character.

Patty

: Gabriela's daughter. POV character.

Veronica

: Jennifer's daughter. POV character.

Annie

: Jennifer's daughter.

Wes

: Gabriela's brother. Father of Olivia and Kurt.

Zoey

: Wes' wife. Mother of Olivia and Kurt.

Olivia

: Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty.

Kurt

: Wes' daughter. Cousin to Eric and Patty. POV character. ########################

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Scene 1

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. A few days after the events of Chapter 1. POV: Kurt #########################

A knock came at his bedroom door.

Kurt glanced at his alarm clock. It was just past ten at night.

He breathed a sigh of relief. When playing his video games, he tended to lose track of time. For a moment there, he'd thought his mother had come to tell him to go to sleep. As she so often did when she woke up in the middle of the night to find his light still on. Though it was a school night, it wasn't late enough yet to worry about that.

Plus, it was his birthday tomorrow. His mother had to cut him a little slack, didn't she? Maybe she'd even come to wish him a happy birthday a little early?

He paused his game then said, "Come in."

The door eased open and his sister slipped in.

"Oh. Hey, Liv," he said.

She snorted. "Don't be

too

glad to see me."

"Thought you might be Mom."

"Would you prefer that I was?" she asked, a thin eyebrow arching upward.

Kurt laughed awkwardly. What exactly did she mean by that?

"Just came by to wish you a happy birthday," she said.

"A little early. But thanks," he said. "Wanted to make sure you were the first one, huh?"

A strange grin spread across his sister's face. "Something like that."

Kurt suddenly felt uncomfortable. Did she have some kind of prank planned for him? She only got that look on her face when she was about to do something that would get her in huge trouble if their parents ever found out. Not that they ever did. She'd perfected the art of pretending to be innocent around the right people, despite having developing quite the reputation for being anything but.

"How's it feel to be eighteen?" she asked.

"A lot like being a day or two shy of eighteen," he said. "At least so far. Ask me again at midnight. I'm sure it'll really hit me then."

"Okay, smartass. How's it feel to know you're going to be eighteen in a couple hours?"

"Awesome," he said, over-enunciating each syllable. "Can't wait to stock up on cigarettes and go out there and register to vote."

"Is that what you've been looking forward to? Voting?"

Kurt shrugged. "What's the big deal, anyway? Still can't buy alcohol."

Olivia shrugged as she took a seat on the edge of his bed. "You're a man now. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

He laughed. "Again, I'll let you know at midnight."

"Okay, I give up," she said.

"So, what, did you go crazy when you turned eighteen?"

"Well, I was away at school," she said. "Birthdays are always a bigger deal in college. Great excuse to drink even more than usual. And not feel as guilty as you normally would about not knowing the name of the guy you wake up beside in the morning."

Kurt shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't need to hear that." She fretted at her lower lip. "And I guess I'd be lying if I said I normally feel bad about that."

He rolled his eyes.

Those comments didn't really bother him. Probably should have, and she probably hoped that they would, but they didn't. He'd known for a long time that his sister was a party girl. Or a slut, if you wanted to be all judgmental about it. Not that he saw any reason to be. He'd gotten used to the things his friends said about her. And as far as he was concerned, as long as she was being careful about not catching anything or getting knocked up, and he no reason to believe that she wasn't, it wasn't really anyone's business but hers.

You couldn't expect a girl not to notice, and take advantage of, the way men responded to her looks. And his sister was a looker. Her crystal blue eyes, pouty red lips, blonde hair, and heart-shaped face were simply stunning. She could have been a model, really. Not only did she have the prettiest face he'd ever seen, but she had the figure for it too.

Himself, Kurt preferred his women shapelier. More athletic. Olivia's legs were so

thin

.

But, even so, a guy would have to be blind not to notice how hot she was.

In fact, it was probably a good thing Olivia didn't have the type of body he tended to go for. Otherwise it would have been pretty hard not to think the types of thoughts no guy should ever think about his sister.

The kinds of thoughts he'd found himself thinking some of the time lately as it was. Ever since he'd started having delusional thoughts about her sleeping with Eric. Though he knew that was all just in his head, that there was no way that even they would do anything

that

depraved, those past few days, it had been hard to think about anything else.

He felt sick to his stomach.

It was one thing to look at her face and acknowledge, in a detached manner, that there was a reason that his friends thought she was so hot. It was another thing entirely to speculate about what kind of lover she was.

Wild, of course.

But that was

so

none of his business.

"Anyway, you and I both know that turning eighteen means your finally old enough to some things that are just a tad bit more exciting than registering to vote."

"This may shock you, Liv, but these days, some people don't wait until they're eighteen."

She laughed. "Oh, believe me, I know."

Kurt was somewhat less than surprised to hear her say that.

"Are you saying my wittle Kurdie is no longer a virgee?"

"Don't call me that," he said.

"A virgee?"

"You know what I mean."

"Relax. I'm just fucking with you." A grin spread across her face. "You may be a bit of a dork, but you are a Moody."

What was that supposed to mean? Was she under the impression that her promiscuous ways ran in the family? Had she grown up in a different house than he had?

Their parents were as lame as could be. And though they got along with one another well enough, Kurt had never gotten the impression that they were particularly passionate. Not like some of his friends' parents, who were quite open about the physical nature of their relationship.

Kurt almost wished his parents were like that. It was a shame that most families were so uptight about it.

He feigned a yawn. "Anyway, I should probably-"

"You're not planning on going to school tomorrow, are you?" she asked.

"Um, you may have forgotten, but Mom ain't too fond of cutting school.

You

may only go to class when you feel like it, but as long as I live under their roof-"

"Oh, please, Mom's a total pushover," she said, cutting him off again. "You just need to know what cards to play. You've already been accepted to UCLA. You graduate in less than a month. What's going to happen if you take a day off?"

She had a point, of course. But that didn't mean their mother would agree. She might have been a pushover when it came to her little angel, but Kurt had never been able to get away with the shit his sister could. Their mother expected too much from him. Liv could come home with straight B's, and their mother would tell her that was great. But if Kurt got a B+, his mother would threaten to take away his video games.

"Come on. Spend some time with your sister instead. You know you want to."

"Liv, you usually don't wake up until a little before I get home from school anyway. I don't need to skip school to spend the day with you."

She snickered. "True." Nodding to herself, she said again, "True." Then she added, "But I wasn't talking about tomorrow. I mean let's stay up late. Til the sun comes up even. Really celebrate your birthday

properly

. Then we can

both

sleep til noon. It'll be good training for college, if nothing else."

Right. If nothing else.

Who was he kidding? That wasn't what she was talking about.

It just couldn't be.

"Fuck it. Why not," Kurt said with a shrug.

He hoped it didn't show, but his heart was pounding so hard, it seemed ready to crack his ribcage. The way she'd said "properly" was just so... fuck. The guys at Santa Barbara didn't stand a chance, with a succubus like her around.

"You want to sneak downstairs and raid the liquor cabinet?" he asked.

"Not a good idea," his sister replied. "There's a fine art to figuring out what Mom will roll her eyes at and what will get you in real trouble."

"Okay," he said. As he did, he opened up the top drawer of his desk. From the back, behind the staplers and pens and everything, he grabbed his rolling papers, lighter, and a dimebag. "Will this do?" he asked his sister.

Olivia frowned. "I hope you're not still buying from Mark Pembleton. Fucking shwag."

"You know anyone else around here?"

"Whatever. It'll do," she said. "Let me get the door and windows," she added.

So while Olivia opened the windows and draped a towel across the floor to keep smoke from slipping out under the door into the hallway, Kurt rolled up a fat joint.

It

was

shwag, but by the time they finished the dimebag, they both had a decent buzz.

"You sure you don't want to raid the liquor cabinet?" Kurt asked.

"You sure you don't have another bag of that crap?" Olivia replied.

Kurt sighed. "So now what do we do?"

His sister shrugged. "Wanna play Truth or Dare?"

If he hadn't been a little buzzed, he'd have said no. At least, he'd like to think he would. It was definitely a bad idea. There were only so many ways that game could turn out. Knowing Olivia, he'd probably end up dying his hair blue or licking the bottoms of his running shoes or talking about the types of porn he was into or something equally embarrassing.

But his judgment was impaired enough that he said "yes" without thinking about it.

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Scene 2

Setting: Gabriela and Jennifer's home in Los Angeles. Earlier the same night as Scene 1. POV: Eric #########################

"Annie's right in the other room," Eric whispered.

"I know," Mom-Gee said, rubbing his rapidly inflating cock with her bare foot.

With a groan, he grabbed her foot and started massaging it. That was a little too close to flirtatious itself, but if his sister saw, she wouldn't have nearly the same reaction she would if she noticed their mother basically trying to jerk him off through his pants.

Usually, his mother was the one insisting that they behave themselves. Yet here she was, breaking her own rules. Had he really infected her that badly? Eric knew he was irresistible, but, shit, the woman was going crazy.

And maybe it was a little more mutual than he was willing to admit.

No, he was just flattered by how badly she was losing control. Who wouldn't be? Inspiring that level of desire in someone was a real boost to the ego. He'd have reacted the same way if it was Veronica going nuts over him, and she was even less his type than Mom-Gee was.

Yeah. That was all it was.

"Just take it out for a little bit. Let me play with it."

"Mom!"

"She's doing math. If she hasn't fallen asleep at the kitchen table yet, it's only because Jennifer won't let her. I promise you she's not paying attention to us though."

Eric rolled his eyes.

That sounded like all the more reason to be worried that she might gaze off into the living room. Mom-Jay would be doing her best to keep her focused, but trying to get Annie to pay attention to her math homework was like trying to get Mom-Jay to watch football.

Just then, the front door opened.

Eric jerked up, sitting straight up, and dropped his mother's foot. For her part, Mom-Gee immediately pulled her legs back over to her side of the couch, pulling her knees up to her considerable chest.

Patty frowned, snorted, and shook her head. Much the same way she would have if she caught Eric getting high. Disappointed yet a little amused.

And, most likely, feeling a little left out, but unwilling to say so.

"Hey, baby," Mom-Gee said. "Back so soon?"

"It's almost nine o'clock," Patty said flatly.

"Is that all?" Mom-Gee asked. "It feels later."

"How's Kurt?" Eric asked.

Patty sighed heavily. She kicked off her flats, closed the door behind her, and came around to plop down on the sofa opposite Eric and their mother. To judge by the look on her face, you'd think she'd just got home from a soccer game in which she'd lost big, and to a worse team. Actually, Eric wasn't even sure that would have her as bummed out, and she took soccer almost as seriously as he took football.

Mom-Gee glanced at the kitchen before speaking.

Apparently

now

she was worried about Annie. Go fucking figure.

"You know he's not old enough."

"Not for a few more hours yet, no," Patty said.

"Were you expecting to spend the night? Be his first?"

Patty tucked her hands under her thighs, looked down and away, and said, "Nooo."

Eric almost laughed. He should have been feeling sorry for her. But could the girl be any more melodramatic? He didn't even know her voice could go that deep.

At the same time, he had to admit it was kinda cute.

"Oh, sweetie," Mom-Gee said. "You had to know his mother would want that honor."

"Yeah, I know," Patty said. Then she suddenly whipped one of her hands out from under a meaty thigh and slapped her knee. "But that's what gets me! I think Liv is going to try to seduce him. Tonight. Why does she get to? If it's not going to be Aunt Zoey, it should be me. She doesn't even like him. Not really. She's just trying to one-up her mother."

Eric snickered. She was probably right about that.

Of course, it was possible that the things Olivia said about Kurt behind his back were just for Eric's benefit. It would be just like her.

He didn't like to think this way, but he knew his cousin was a pro when it came to letting guys think that she'd formed a special bond with them. How many times had she told him about all the guys she'd played, and how sincerely they'd all thought that she was madly in love with them? That no other guy could turn her on the way they could?

He wasn't other guys. But still.

"He didn't even notice I was flirting with him," Patty mumbled, staring into her lap.

"Some guys just don't know how to take a hint," Mom-Gee said, eyes boring into Eric.

"I guess," Patty said without looking up.

Eric cleared his throat. "You remember how you reacted when we first told you about everything? Maybe he's just trying really hard not to see what's right in front of his face."

"Maybe," Patty agreed. "Still. I can't help but think-"

"Bullshit," Eric said.

His sister finally raised her head. Her blue eyes stared at him, opened wide.

"Sorry. But seriously, you can't blame yourself. If the guy's not buying what you're selling, it's his problem, not yours."

"You think?" Patty asked, tucking a lock of curly blonde hair behind a cute little ear.

"Absolutely," Eric said.

Mom-Gee stared at him, face expressionless. After a moment, though, she apparently decided that he was just being a good brother, that she didn't need to add Patty to the list of women who were keeping him from her, and she smiled at him. The miscreant foot made its way back to him, but it only caressed his outer thigh this time. A modest gesture of affection, rather than an attempt to get him worked up.

He

was

just being a good brother. After all, Patty didn't begin to compare to Olivia. But he obviously didn't say that. Neither woman would appreciate it very much. And at any rate, Patty

was

more his type than Mom-Gee, even if she wasn't as hot as their cousin.

"I think I need some ice cream," Patty said, getting up. "Anyone else want?"

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Scene 3

Setting: Wes and Zoey's home in Los Angeles. Shortly after Scene 1. POV: Kurt #########################

"So. You first," Olivia said. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Kurt said, without hesitation.

"Oh, look at you. Feeling brave, are we?" his sister asked.

"Not sure about that," he said. "But fuck it. Let's make things interesting."

She raised an eyebrow at him. Then she tapped a finger against her full lips while she pondered the most embarrassing thing she could get him to do.

At lest, he assumed that was what she was after.

"Let me pierce your nipple," she said at last.

"What?" he asked.

"You have to. Them's the-"

Kurt held up his hands in protest. "I know the rules. Just took me by surprise is all."

Then it really sank in. His

nipple

. He'd never even had an ear pierced.

"How?" he asked. "Do you just carry that kind of equipment around?"

Not that he even knew what all was involved. Could you do that with an ice cube and a sewing needle?

Olivia slipped off the bed. "Be right back."

"Okay," he said, with a nervous laugh.

He watched her retreating form, and tried to tell himself that he wasn't checking out his sister. That he hadn't noticed how insanely tight her pajama pants were. Or that she had a rounder, shapelier ass than he'd ever noticed before. Much nicer than one might expect to find on a girl as skinny as she was.

When she came back, she held out her hand and presented to him a barbell piercing.

"So what are you going to pierce me with?" he asked.

"Just trust me," she said.

They must have smoked pretty kind bud after all, because he found himself taking her at her word. Even though a faint voice buzzing in the back of his head insisted that this made no sense at all. She didn't even have a needle or anything.

"Take your shirt off," Olivia said.

He hesitated.

"Oh, come on. Like I've never seen a pair of nipples before."

Kurt snickered. Put that way, it did seem pretty silly to be shy about letting his sister see him topless. As if she didn't every summer anyway. As he pulled the T-shirt up over his head, he asked, "So you just happen to have a few of those lying around, huh? Just in case an opportunity such as this should present itself?"

"Don't be stupid. That's one of mine. I take 'em out when I come home," she said.

Oh. Well. That

did

make sense.

"Don't need Mom and Dad staring at my nips," she said. "And I'm not about to start wearing sweaters around the house," she added, giving one nipple a squeeze.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away.

For propriety's sake.

It wasn't that he couldn't stand looking. Or that he'd even have seen anything if he did. Her pink tank-top was entirely too small, but, then, so were her breasts. If she had anything to work with, she'd have been spilling out of the thing, what with how it hardly covered anything north of her ribcage. As it was, though, he'd mostly just have been staring at a broad expanse of flat chest. And some faintly toned pectorals, for that matter.