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Author's note
Part Six takes shortly after Part Five. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three, but if you have not read Parts Four and Five, you will find the story difficult to follow.
Just as Part Three concluded the portion of the story set in Autumn, Part Six concludes the Summer cycle. Part Seven will take us to Spring and introduce a new cast of characters, as Part Four did. But, as I've said before, this is not the last we'll hear from these characters. As will be apparent by the end of Part Six, all of the individual parts of the story are ultimately going to converge.
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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From the carefully arranged flowerbeds that were filled with row upon colorful row of exotic specimens to the exquisite jade statues and the marble fountains, the royal garden absolutely took Patty's breath away. Even more stunning than its beauty, however, was the fact that it was found on the grounds of
her father's
palace. Hank Fisher was a man whose most colorful item of clothing, so far as she could tell, was a faded pair of jeans. A man who often wore a bowler hat and carried a cane, as though they lived in some other century.
Then she spotted her sister standing by herself in the shade beneath one of the taller statues and it came to Patty.
There was a reason that it seemed like her father couldn't possibly be responsible for such a gorgeous display. Annie had been living with him for nearly two months now. In that time, she'd hardly left the royal palace. In a sense, the place was her home more so than it was their father's. It only stood to reason, then, that Annie's sense of style would make itself known. Granted, Patty had never known Annie to have much of an eye for such things either. Her sister had never missed an opportunity to call Patty an old woman trapped in a young woman's body whenever she found Patty watching HGTV or reading
Better Homes and Gardens
. But she'd often suspected that Annie had more interest in her sister's pursuits than she let on. And it was easier to believe that she'd picked up something from Patty than it was to imagine that her father knew the first thing about floral arrangement.
Patty went over to Annie, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "Love, love,
love
what you've done with the place."
A faint smile spread across her sister's lips, but she didn't turn to face Patty. Instead, her gaze lingered on what was apparently an object of extreme fascination.
Following her sister's gaze, Patty found, to no great surprise, that Annie had been staring at their father. He stood a dozen yards away, talking to Gabriela and Eric. And he was looking pretty damn good, too.
She'd never understood Veronica's thing for older men. Nor had she any idea that Annie, of all people, shared it. If her sisters had felt their father's absence so keenly when they were growing up, Patty couldn't quite see why. She'd never thought that their two mothers were anything less than perfect parents. Had never really wondered what life would be like if their father hadn't left, or why he had done so. Not any more than was to be expected, anyway.
But, just at that moment, it was a little easier to wrap her head around. He still wasn't really her type, but she could definitely see the appeal.
It helped that he'd adopted a younger appearance. No longer was her father's mane mostly silver. Streaks of it still remained, but his hair was mostly chestnut brown now. Where there'd once been a scraggly beard, there was now only smooth, clean-shaven skin. Skin that still looked worn and tough, but significantly less so than it had before. Some of the lines that had been etched into his face were no longer there, while the deepest of the remaining crevasses had become a bit shallower. If their father had been relatively handsome for an older man before, he was now simply handsome, without any need for qualifiers.
No less important than the changes in his face, though, were those in his wardrobe. Patty had dated guys who dressed plainly, and she'd never thought anything of it. Even thought it cute. But she had to admit that seeing her father dressed so well was having an effect on her. The black three-piece suit he wore was of the finest silk and could not have been cut more perfectly to fit his form. It made his shoulders look broader and his waist thinner than she thought she remembered them being. The fabric squeezed tightly about his biceps and quads, but had the right amount of slack elsewhere. And, of course, it made him look sophisticated. His wing-tipped shoes were smart, his silver watch beautiful, and his green tie more colorful than anything Patty had seen him wear before. True, he was still carrying that cane around, but it seemed less out of place now. And he'd lost that silly hat.
He looked more like a wealthy playboy entertaining guests than he did a king receiving subjects. And not the kind of playboy who women fawned over simply because of his money.
"Isn't he just dreamy?" Annie asked with a sigh.
"Yeah," Patty said. "He actually kinda is."
"Sorry," Annie said, finally turning around. "I haven't seen you in forever, and here we are talking about me."
Actually, they were talking about their father. But, apparently, that was a distinction without a difference. After all, by agreeing that he looked good, Patty was effectively commending her sister on landing a great catch.
Annie gave Patty a hug, looked her over, and said, "My, my. Isn't that a pretty dress!"
Patty blushed.
It
was
, really. But it definitely wasn't the type of thing Annie would be caught dead in. For one thing, it had an empire waist, right up beneath the bust. The kind of waistline preferred by women who prided themselves on having nice breasts but felt the need to hide the rest of their body. For another, it had a modest neckline. Though Patty was indeed proud of her full yet perky breasts, she'd never been as comfortable putting her girls out there the way quite as shamelessly as Annie did.
Worst of all, though, the dress was
pink
. Not baby pink, either. Shocking pink.
There had undoubtedly been a time in her life when Annie had worn pink. As an infant, if nothing else. But Patty couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her sister in it.
Given all of that, she found it rather unlikely that her sister had actually meant what she'd said. Besides, if she had, it would have been the first time she'd ever paid Patty a sincere compliment for her choice of clothing.
But Patty didn't care. She liked the way she looked in the dress. It drew one's eyes towards her breasts without being indecent, and it helped to deflect attention away her broad hips and big ass. Her legs didn't even look too short in it, the way they did in most every other dress she'd ever tried on.
If Annie was thinking to herself that it was ghastly, that it was entirely too girly for a grown woman to wear, well, that was her problem. Patty wasn't going to let anyone ruin the good mood she'd been in since she'd slipped it on earlier that afternoon.
"Me? How about you?" Patty said, slapping her sister gently on the shoulder. Her eyes traveled up and down Annie's figure. "You'll have to forgive me. If it seems like I'm staring, that's only because I
am
."
