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Author's note
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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"You said it yourself," Nick said. "She's just desperate for attention."
His sister rolled her eyes at him. "I know. But that's the point. She should have known how much it would freak us out, after what happened to-"
"I did actually hear you the first three times," Nick said with a smile.
Veronica tried glowering at him, but she gave up and started snickering. "Jerk."
He pulled her in for a kiss, and briefly considered telling her to get on top of him again. But they'd already done it twice that morning. And, sooner or later, he needed to get out of that damn bed and go thank his grandmother. If not for her, he'd never walk again.
It wasn't easy though. Just being near his sister had him constantly aroused. He simply couldn't get enough of her, no matter how hard he tried.
"Seriously, though," Veronica continued, "who climbs out-"
Nick swung his new legs out over the bed and, after only a brief moment of hesitation, hopped down onto the wooden floor.
Strangely enough, they worked just like real legs. Because, of course, they
were
real legs. He didn't even have any scars. If he didn't know any better, he'd have sworn that he'd dreamt the whole ordeal.
"Okay, okay, done talking about Annie," Veronica said. Then, noticing him staring in awe at his new limbs, she rolled onto her stomach, propped her chin up in her palm, and studied them herself for a few moments. "How do they feel?"
"Good as," he started, stopping himself short after realizing that what he'd been about to say didn't do it justice. "Like nothing ever happened."
Veronica reached out and stroked his calf.
That simple little touch made his cock twitch. He couldn't feel his sister's skin against his, in even the least sexual way, without his Libido stirring. It was almost a problem, albeit one he didn't mind having.
He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. As he stood back up, he gave her ass a playful smack, leading her to whimper delightfully. "Come on, you. Let's get some breakfast."
"Maybe just once more?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him suggestively.
"I'm hungry," he said. "For food."
"Fiiiiiiine," his sister said, rolling out of bed. "You're no fun."
"That's not what you said five minutes ago," he replied.
"Well, five minutes ago you were taking me on a ride to Happytown," she said. "Now you're saying there're no more trains running today."
"Didn't say that," he said, standing in front of the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. "Just none right this minute."
His legs looked fine, but the man staring back at him was not quite the one Nick expected to see. Though he'd only been bedridden for a day, he seemed to have lost some of his bulk, and his skin had lost a lot of its color. That couldn't be natural. Must have been his subconscious wielding his powers to make his body reflect the way he felt.
"Well maybe I won't be looking to board later," his sister said, planting a hand on one of her beautiful hips. "Ever think of that?"
Nick closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was wearing a tight black T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He looked over his shoulder at Veronica. His heart slowed as he watched her wiggle into a form-fitting dress. It clung to her curves so perfectly that he very nearly changed his mind about breakfast.
"What?" she asked. Then, looking down at her dress, she added, "You like?"
Nick turned back to the mirror. "You don't need me to tell you how good you look."
He noticed her reflection blush.
"Now," he said, forcing his body to return to its natural state. "Breakfast?"
"You really must be famished," Veronica said with a laugh.
"Didn't eat a thing yesterday," Nick replied. "And, as you may have noticed," he added, reaching down to grab his legs just below the knee, "I put on a lot of weight recently."
His sister walked up behind him and smacked his butt. "Well then, we better get you fed before you starve to death."
He turned around, pulled his sister against his chest, and kissed her. For a long time. Just as he was afraid it would be impossible to avoid ending up back in bed, he broke away. Then, leaving Veronica breathless, he opened the door and headed down the hall.
He found two very sexy women in the kitchen. They stood in front of the stove, kissing each other. One of them made a token gesture of stirring the contents of the frying pan.
One was his mother. She wore a pair of skin-tight black leggings that, with an ass as incredible as hers, was an absolute gift to all mankind. Her tight sports bra similarly did wonders with her breasts. Only when Nick noticed her running shoes and the iPod clipped to the waistband of her leggings did he realize that the outfit might have been chosen for reasons other than allowing everyone to marvel at her amazing body.
The other woman, who wore a billowy floral print skirt and a blouse that was so tight that it was a wonder she could even breathe, he'd never seen before. At least, not in this form. The last time he'd seen Grandma Flori, she'd been a short, round woman with skin like a raisin, breasts down to her kneecaps, and a long braid of white hair.
The temptress currently sucking his mother's face, though, was every bit as hot as the other women of his family. And she had the same caramel skin and coal-black hair.
Whereas his mother came very close to having a classic hourglass, with hips just a bit wider than her bust, his grandmother was more top-heavy. Even more so than Veronica. If he had to guess, he'd say that his grandmother's breasts were a cup size bigger than his sister's, and her hips were a little bit narrower. It was hard to tell with her skirt being so loose, but that was what it looked like.
His mother was one of the shortest women he'd ever met. His grandmother was also short, but stood a few inches taller than her daughter. His mother had an athletic form, from her baseball calves and big, round, solid ass to her faint sixpack and toned biceps. His grandmother had less muscle mass, and still less definition. She did have a surprisingly nice ass, though. From the looks of it, his grandmother's backside was bigger and softer than his mother's, but it was round and juicy and begging to be squeezed.
His mother was a bit more hard-bodied than he preferred. She was still insanely hot, and it took only an instant of undressing her with his eyes to remember why he'd been so fixated on her for so long. But a little bit less muscle wouldn't hurt things. That wasn't the reason he'd drifted away from her and into the arms of Veronica. Their personalities had a lot more to do with that. But it didn't hurt that his sister was more his type.
If his grandmother's hips were a bit wider, so that there'd be more tapering as your eyes worked up from the bottom of her ass to the small of her back, he'd have to say that her ass was the nicest one he'd ever seen. Though Nick was overall more of a breast man, he definitely did appreciate a good posterior. And the one thing he found lacking about his sister was her backside.
He hadn't seen his grandmother's face yet, but with bigger breasts than Veronica,
and
a nicer ass to boot, his grandmother was making a rather memorable "first" impression on him. He might well end up thinking her the hottest of the Hardt women.
"You'll have to forgive them," Veronica said, coming up beside him and running her nails lightly down his back. "They do that sometimes."
He snickered. From what she'd told him earlier, they did "that" an awful lot. That, and more. They were about as inseparable as he and Veronica were, to hear his sister tell it.
He'd been concerned that poor Annie was not only feeling like she had to compete with Veronica for the attention of Grandpa Randy, but would have to worry about her mother and grandmother too. But apparently the two of them were more interested in each other, leaving Annie free to monopolize her grandfather's time.
Suddenly realizing they were not alone, the two women pulled apart.
Their mother blushed, gave her two children a quick wave, then slipped away to take a seat at the homemade kitchen table.
"Well, look who it is," Grandma Flori said. "Glad you finally decided to join us!"
"Ha ha ha," Nick said, over-enunciating each syllable, as he walked over to his grandmother. Leaning down, he gave her a big hug. "Nice to finally meet you."
She slapped his arm. "Like I'm a different person than you knew before, just because you never saw me in my own skin?" Her eyes held his gave for a moment before she went up on tiptoes to plant a peck on his cheek. "I don't have to tell you it's what's on the inside that makes us who we are, do I?"
"No, Grams, you don't," he said, grinning. Then he stepped back.
So as to take a good look at her, of course.
Her appearance might not define her, but theirs was a very physical family. And he couldn't help wanting to take better stock of what she had to offer. If that made him a shallow prick, then so be it.
But he was pretty sure that she was doing the same.
She definitely did have a better body than his sister. But she wasn't nearly as pretty. In part, that was because of her hair. Their grandmother had the same thick, blacker-than-black locks that all the Hardt women did, but she wore it in a pixie cut. He'd seen women who looked good that way, but he wasn't sure his grandmother was one of them.
Or maybe he just needed time to get used to it. It
was
kinda cute. He wouldn't really be able to run it through his fingers the way he loved to do, but it commanded a certain amount of respect. For the most part, it was only women with much more petite figures who dared to sport such a hairstyle. There was nothing about her figure that reminded him of pixies. Not that Nick liked women with such physiques, of course. But they were the ones his grandmother's hairstyle looked most natural on.
But it wasn't just the hair that made him think that his grandmother wasn't the prettiest of the Hardt women anyway. On closer inspection, she had more visible signs of aging than even his mother had. Not so much so that she wasn't attractive, mind. But her cheeks were a little hollow, and her eyes a little sunken. Like most of the fat in her face had melted away. And she had noticeable crows feet.
Her lips were a little thin too. Especially compared to Veronica's. His sister had nice, full, pillowy lips. Kissable lips.
Lips that felt really damn good wrapped around his cock.
There was no doubt that his grandmother was a beautiful woman. But he went from thinking she might be the hottest in the family to concluding that the three women there in the kitchen were all more or less on the same footing. They all looked a fair bit alike, but they were different in various ways as well. And each had their own unique virtues.
