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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: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Patty

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Patty and her sister stood on the top deck of the yacht, sipping cocktails. She heard the steps creaking before she saw who it was that had come to join them.

Nick.

Her heart sank.

Not that she didn't like Nick. A lot. But she'd been hoping it was Kurt.

How long was that witch Aunt Zoey going to keep him to herself?

The brown bead skirt Patty wore over with her white bikini was quite flattering, if she did say so herself. She'd thought she'd get her cousin's attention with it. But every time she thought she'd finally severed the umbilical cord that kept him tied to his mother, she found out that she'd been mistaken. It had been the same story for the past few weeks. One day, things were going great. The next, he forgot to return her calls, or showed up at her house hours after he said he'd be there, stinking of sex.

What did Aunt Zoey have that she didn't?

Besides everything?

She sighed.

Veronica gave her a sympathetic smile and rubbed her arm. Patty wasn't sure how, but her sister knew exactly what she was thinking. Or maybe it wasn't such a mystery. She'd been moping around so pathetically half the time. Whenever she wasn't walking on air and humming a cheery tune to herself, that was. It couldn't have been that hard to guess, even if Veronica wasn't pretty perceptive.

"Ladies," Nick said, as he reached the top deck. "Mind if I join you?"

"Well, we

were

talking about you, but know that you've already interrupted us...," Veronica said. As she did, she gave Patty a light elbow to the ribs.

As if there was any real chance Patty would fail to recognize that as a joke.

Patty feigned a giggle, though she wasn't much in the mood for giggling.

"About how puny my arms are, compared to Eric's?" he asked, looking down at them.

Veronica nodded. "Yup. Exactly that."

"And how both he and Kurt have got a few inches on you," Patty added.

Veronica howled with laughter and slapped her arm. "Pattycakes!"

Nick feigned being stabbed with a knife.

Patty focused on her drink.

There was perhaps a reason they didn't expect her to make a joke like that. She wasn't typically inclined to engage in the same vicious mocking her siblings thought that they'd turned into an art form.

In fact, she wouldn't even have said it if not for the fact that she actually had been thinking more or less exactly that. The "more or less" part being that Eric, naturally, hadn't been anywhere near her thoughts.

Not that Nick was unattractive. He'd always taken pretty good care of himself. Especially for a book nerd. Even in his mortal disguise, he'd been pleasant enough to look at. The real Nick was really cute, and had a great body. Not too big, as Eric kinda was, nor too lean. A nice V-shaped torso, slender waist, ripped abs, and strong arms. If Patty was being honest with herself, she'd admit that Nick was better looking than Kurt.

But she liked her cousin's long, lean figure.

And she

really

liked the way he made her feel. The way he touched her. The way he stared into her eyes.

When she could get him away from his mother, at any rate.

"So, what's everyone else up to?" Patty asked.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Fucking like bunnies."

Patty sighed.

She was tempted to ask if that went for Kurt too, but of course it did. Nick, being no less astute and observant than Veronica, undoubtedly knew that there were only so many people she could have been asking about when she'd inquired after "everyone else." And she'd only feel that much more pathetic if she dropped all pretense of dignity by admitting that she wasn't just making conversation.

Veronica put a hand on Nick's arm, giving his supernaturally sculpted bicep a good squeeze. "Can think of worse ways to pass the time."

Patty gave her a look, then quickly stared out at the vast nothingness stretching away from them. The black sea that should have been a crystal blue ocean, if their yacht was like most others. The infinite emptiness that was entirely too easy for her to relate to.

"Of course, there'll be plenty of time for that over there too," Veronica added. "And it's tough to beat this view."

"Ain't that the truth," Nick said.

Patty smiled a little to herself. She felt bad about trying to keep the two of them from having fun just so there'd be someone to keep her company. Which was why she'd looked away as soon as she caught herself trying to lay a guilt trip on her sister. But she wasn't about to object to them staying there with her.

"Patty's concerned that Kurt might be a bit hung up on Aunt Zoey," Veronica said.

Patty gasped, whirling around. "Vee!"

"What? You are. And it's not like he hasn't figured it out," her sister said.

Which was true enough, she was sure. Nick wasn't the kind of guy to miss the obvious. But she still didn't need her sister airing her dirty laundry out in the open like that.

"I'm trying to tell her that she can get his attention if she tries hard enough," Veronica added, looking from Nick to Patty and then back to Nick again. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Nick cupped the back of Patty's head, tilting it forward so he could kiss her forehead. Then, in a soft voice, he said, "Of course. Our boy Kurt's always been a little slow. But he'll come round. He'd have to be blind not to."

"Stop," Patty said, slapping his midsection playfully.

Veronica was giving Nick a warm smile. But their brother didn't take his eyes off Patty. And for that alone, nevermind the actual compliment, she wanted to hug him.

"Seriously," he said. "I mean, sure, Aunt Zoey is nice enough to look at. At least, if you're into the Barbie doll type."

Patty laughed. "Right. And who goes for

that

."

Nick completely ignored her comment. "But you're pretty damn sexy yourself, Patty. And, believe it or not, guys care about other things too."

"At least some guys do," Veronica added.

The desire oozing from her sister's voice had a strange effect on Patty. On the one hand, she suddenly felt guilty, selfish even, taking up any of Nick's attention, when it could be put to better use. On the other hand, she felt a tingle between her legs and for just a moment wished that

she

could arouse such a reaction from Veronica.

"Some guys," Nick repeated, in a tone that suggested he hadn't picked up on the subtext.

As if that was possible.

More likely, he just refused to let Veronica derail his attempt to cheer Patty up.

He wasn't Kurt. But she could definitely see what Veronica saw in him.

"At any rate, Kurt's one of them," Nick continued. "And I bet you're exactly his type. He hasn't had as much time to get over the initial, juvenile, `wow, I can't believe I'm fucking my mother!' shit that us guys go through after we discover who and what we are. But he will. And when he does, he'll realize that the perfect woman for him isn't his mother, but is still pretty close to home."

"You think?" Patty asked.

"Absolutely," Nick said, with a confident nod.

She wasn't sure if that was just for her benefit. But it was convincing.

"He ever tell you what his type is? Guys talk about that, right?" Veronica asked.

"Sometimes we do, yes," he said with a hearty laugh that suggested that what he really meant was that guys hardly ever talked about anything other than women's appearances.

"And?" Patty asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Nick kissed her forehead again. "Well, I know he likes blondes. The shorter the better."

Patty blushed.

And tried not to dwell on the fact that Olivia was about her height.

Aunt Zoey, at least, was tall. Too tall, for a woman. Patty had thought so even before she'd heard Nick say that Kurt liked his women short.

"Think he minds a girl with a little extra meat on her?" she asked, looking down at her hips and thighs. "Or does he like toothpicks, like Eric?"

"First of all," Nick said, "define `extra."'

Veronica caressed her brother's shoulder at that.

Patty was getting ready to do a lot more than that.

"Second, yes, I do believe he has better taste than Eric."

Veronica was smiling the kind of goofy smile that goes well past polite, beyond even lust, and into the realm of admiration. Maybe even farther than that.

Their brother turned his brown eyes away from Patty just long enough to acknowledge the look Veronica was giving him. At that, Veronica blushed more deeply than someone of her complexion should have been able to do, and Patty was simultaneously excited for, and jealous of, her sister. She and Nick were just about perfect for each other.

Why couldn't she and Kurt be like them?

"Anyway, I was trying to say, it's not just about looks. And Kurt, like you, is all heart."

Unlike the other two people on that deck, Patty was not a Hardt, but instead belonged to House Moody. Yet somehow her brother's words felt entirely appropriate.

"He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met," Nick continued. "And you're absolutely the nicest person I've ever met. No one is more thoughtful, more conscious of other people's feelings than you are. I guaran-damn-tee you that means a lot to Kurt."

Patty looked away, busying herself with her drink.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure she was any more conscious of people's feelings than Nick himself was. Probably less so. She'd be better at reading Libidos otherwise, she suspected. But if she wasn't as good at reading people, she could at least pride herself on doing her best to treat people the way they deserved to be treated. Even Nick couldn't say that.

"You remember Thadeus? From up the street?"

Patty and Veronica both nodded.

"I told you to stop picking on him," Patty said, blushing.

She hadn't just "told" him. That had been the one and only time she'd basically beaten her brother up. Of course, the fact that he did nothing to defend himself had counted just a little bit in her favor. But still. She'd given him a few good bruises that day.

"You did," Nick said. "And you were right to. I was being an asshole."

Patty smiled wanly.

It wasn't her favorite memory. If she could do it over again, she wouldn't have resorted to violence. But at least Nick didn't seem to be bitter about it.

"I ever tell you what he said when I went and apologized to him?"

Patty shook her head.

"That I saved his life."

He gave that a second to sink in.

Patty tried to reply, but was too stunned. Those were strong words. But it didn't sound like her brother used them lightly.

"He'd gotten so tired of all the teasing, he was seriously contemplating suicide. Had bought a pack of razors. Written a note. Three nights in a row, he'd called a suicide prevention hotline and been talked back from the brink."

"You better not be making this up," Patty whispered.

Not that she really thought he was. It just seemed like one of those things you read about in the news, but which never actually happened to anyone you knew.

"After I apologized, he cried, and gave me a hug. I checked back with him a few times after that, and she said he was still struggling with depression, but he'd started seeing a therapist, and he was doing better."

"You kept that a secret?" Veronica said, slapping him.

Nick shrugged. "I thought it would sound like I was trying to take credit or something. Which I didn't deserve. I'd almost pushed him to the brink the week before, just so I could get an approving nod from Eric. No one should have been proud of me. Not when I was so ashamed." His voice lowered. "It's not like I really thought being gay was a choice. Had no reason to doubt that some people are just born that way." His voice picked up again. "Anyway, that's not the point of the story."

Patty stared up into her brother's eyes, trying to keep her knees from buckling. She'd simply had no idea about any of this. Had barely even known Thad.

"What I'm trying to say is that

I

didn't save his life. Patty did. Because I wouldn't have apologized to him if she hadn't made me see what an asshole I was being."

"Thanks, Nick," Patty whispered before planting a soft kiss on his chest.

"And you know what? Kurt wouldn't have needed you to tell him to leave the poor kid alone," Nick said. "You two are like peas in a pod."

Patty snickered.

For a moment there, she'd forgotten that this whole conversation was about Kurt.

"If Aunt Zoey's got her sights set on her son, she might as well just give up now, because she hasn't got a prayer."

Patty offered a faint smile. "Hope you're right."

"When am I not?" Nick asked.

"Jackass," Veronica said.

Though the smile on her face suggested that she was thinking the very same thoughts as Patty herself was just then.

Nick gave Veronica a kiss on the forehead before saying, "Peas in a pod, I tell you."

That remark was ostensibly meant for her. At least, she thought it was. But there wasn't much doubt about who he was really referring to.

"How long did they say it takes to get there?" Veronica asked.

Patty tossed her drink overboard. It turned into a puff of smoke and drifted away almost instantly. She then took her brother and sister by the hand and led them below decks.

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Scene 2

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Kurt

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"Mmm. Again?" Kurt asked, as his mother took him in her mouth.

She looked up at him through a fan of long lashes. Like her brows and pubic hair, they were a deep gold that was almost brown.

There was no question that she was beautiful. And hers was a most surreal beauty. Her skin had a metallic sheen, her eyes glowed faintly, and her lips were a color he couldn't quite describe. Until his mother revealed her true appearance to him, he'd had no idea how many different shades of gold there were.

But every time he closed his eyes, it was Patty's comparatively dull bronze skin, ordinary blue eyes, and ruby red lips that he saw.

How did he tell his mother that, though?

She couldn't get enough of him. And there were few things a young man's ego might find more addictive than knowing that the first woman he'd ever known, the woman who'd created him, who'd defined womanhood itself in his eyes for as long as he could remember, had an unquenchable thirst for his loving.

Besides, his mother was beyond talented. When she went down on him, the universe constricted, falling in upon itself until there was nothing real besides him and his mother. All of existence, so far as he was concerned, was right there in that room.

He felt something with his cousin. Not better. Not worse. Just different. Simply being near her made his heart race and his palms sweat. Being near her, being

with

her, wasn't as intensely pleasurable as every moment spent alone with his mother was, but neither was it so utterly overwhelming. He could think, and breathe, around Patty. Could use his tongue for purposes other than cunnilingus. Could be his goofy self.

His mother didn't even leave him room to think about how he felt. Every opportunity she got, she fucked his brains out. And when she went to work pleasuring him, there was no room for him to think about anything other than how good it all felt.

He wanted to go to Patty. Wanted to do the things with her that he did with his mother. And things he couldn't do with his mother. Like talking about sports, and listening to music.

But that would require him to tell his mother to stop.

Kurt stared down at the dark gold lips wrapped around his member, the beautiful eyes casting a faint golden pall against his skin, the pointy nose that bumped against his pubes then receded then buried themselves in his bush again.

The only reason he was even able to think straight was that she was building him up slowly. Any minute now, her tongue would go to work. And she'd start stimulating his metaphysical pleasure center. Then he'd throw his head back, moan in ecstasy, and fight back tears of joy, before pouring yet another load of his cum down his mother's throat.

He ran his hands through her hair. Her locks were soft, silky, and lightly curled. Like everything about her, they were just this side of perfection. To call his mother beautiful was to insult her. She did not belong to the same class as all the other women he'd thought of as beautiful before. They were hideous compared to his mother.

A man could only have so much sex. But Kurt hadn't reached the point of "too much" yet. He kept thinking he would. But then his mother would climb on top of him, or wrap her soft lip around his hard cock, or bend over and wiggle her hips at him. And then all these other thoughts would evaporate.

Without warning, she let him fall out of her warm mouth.

She looked up at him, eyes blinking, and lip quivering. "Do you want mommy to stop?"

Kurt groaned in protest. Being deprived of the pleasures she'd been visiting upon him so abruptly had to qualify as torture under international law.

Had she sensed what he'd been thinking?

"No, Mommy. I don't

ever

want you to stop," he found himself saying.

She offered him a warm smile before descending.

As he slid inside her mouth, her soft tongue gently pulsed against the underside of his shaft. Kurt felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring in his loins. A mere matter of seconds, it had taken her, and he was convulsing in ecstasy.

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Scene 3

Setting: Aboard a yacht, in transit to the Homelands. The same day as the events in Chapter 4.

POV: Eric

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Eric slapped the back of his cousin's hand as it reached down to stroke his cock.

Olivia moaned in protest.

"I'm enjoying the show," he said.

With an exasperated huff, his cousin slumped into the chair beside him. She then folded her arms across her flat chest, frowned and glared at him.

He ignored her.

On the large bed in the captain's quarters, or whatever you called the main bedroom on a damn yacht, his uncle was making love to his mother.