Homelands Pt 01 Ch 06

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You might want to read Chapters One through Fix first.

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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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Jack, Todd and I popped out of our skis and placed them in the rack outside the mountainside cabin in which we were staying.

"How awesome is this?" Todd asked. "Don't have to hike across the parking lot to your car. Just ski right up to the cabin and you're done."

Jack and I agreed. I wasn't sure how we'd managed to arrange for our three families to share one of these cabins. They had to cost a fortune to rent. A location that couldn't be beat, and luxurious enough to fetch a stunning price tag even if they'd been built in the middle of nowhere. There were three levels, each one with a gorgeous stone fireplace, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and four bedrooms. There were also two outdoor hot tubs per cabin. And the cabins were most generously furnished.

We took our boots off and began stripping off our outer layers as we went inside.

Mom, Aunt Liz, and Aunt Cindy sat around the fire in the first floor living room, drinking coffee. Presumably with some liquor in it. They asked if we had a good day on the slopes.

Looking at the women of my family, the sense that none of this was quite real grew only stronger. They looked the way they should...but at the same time, they didn't. I couldn't entirely tell whether I was looking at the women I'd known my whole life.

Most of the time, I did indeed see three typical middle-aged women. None of whom, for the most part, were especially fit, though Cindy and Liz weren't too far out of shape. All three wore baggy sweats, garish multi-hued socks, and sweaters large enough to swim in, even though they sat in front of a blazing fire and the cabin had electric heat. None wore makeup. Their hair was frayed, flat, dull.

Yet I also saw three other women, flickering in and out of sight. All three looked like erotic caricatures of the women of my family. Similar enough that you could tell who they were supposed to be, but only just. They were all curves, and those curves were scarcely concealed by their delightful outfits. Because, of course, each of them wore racy lingerie. Babydolls and bustiers, stockings, garters, heels, chokers and so forth. And, naturally, lots of makeup. Their hair was straight, shiny, and full of volume.

"There's a fresh pot of coffee, and plenty of liquors to dress it up, on the counter," Mom said. "We thought you might want to warm up."

We murmured our gratitude and, after taking off a few more layers, fixed ourselves some coffee and joined the women by the fire. However, we sat on the soft couches rather than on the floor, as close to the hearth as possible, as they had.

"Anyone else back yet?" I asked.

"Your father, your uncle, and Mark all came back about an hour ago. Mark's upstairs playing video games, the other two are making dinner," Mom replied.

"Dad's making dinner?" Todd asked.

"I think they hope to get laid while they're here," Aunt Liz said with a laugh. Mom blushed, staring into her coffee mug.

"Anyway, Dom called not long ago and said he, Brianna and Natalie were going to make one last trip up to the top of the mountain. So I wouldn't expect them for a while yet," Mom said. "Probably just in time for dinner."

"So any plans for this evening?" I asked. A few times in the past couple of days, there had been talk of a family game night, or for all of us to watch a movie.

Mom looked at Liz and Cindy. "Not tonight. We figure we've tried hard enough to impose family time already. It's obviously not taking. And the point is to have fun anyway, so no sense in forcing it if no one wants it. It's supposed to snow, several inches, so no one should go out. But as long as you stay in, you're free to do as you please."

"Depending on whether the menfolk do a good job with dinner, you may find one of the hot tubs occupied," Aunt Liz added. Mom blushed again.

Aunt Cindy frowned. "Which leaves me alone among the grownups. Don't suppose you boys would like to join me in the other hot tub?" she asked.

Mom shot a look of concern at Cindy.

"Oh, I'm kidding. Hot tubs are no fun unless...sometimes I really hate being single."

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Dinner was great. I had a feeling my father and my uncle were in for a good night.

Brianna and Natalie mentioned that they'd really like to check out the hot tub, but no one wanted to go out there while the parents were using it. So most of the younger generation got out a deck of cards and played drinking games, which made me feel like I was back at school. Jack and Mark turned in early though, as did their mother.

I couldn't help but notice that whatever had transformed my mother and my aunts seemed to affect everyone. The effects were most pronounced with them, and naturally, I paid less attention to what it did to the men of the family, but it definitely was

all

of us.

With Natalie and Brianna, the changes were far less dramatic. Though they looked good to being with, the alternate versions peeking through looked better. Perfect complexions, whiter teeth, shinier hair, slightly exaggerated curves. As we drank more, it was starting to become harder to feel guilty about checking them out.

As the evening wore on, conversation took a racier turn. We speculated about what was taking our parents so long. Eventually Todd asked if he was alone in thinking something seemed different about Mom and Aunt Liz. He conveniently failed to mention how the same went for everyone else. Including Brie and Nat.

Dom wasted no time in agreeing. I said I wasn't sure, that he could be right. I didn't feel comfortable admitting that I'd noticed that and much more.

"Anyway, I've got an idea," Dom said. "Instead of playing for-"

Mom and Dad came down the stairs just then, covered in towels.

Kristen suddenly folded her cards down on the table. "Hey, pop, can I get your help with something? My bed has been really squeaky. I was hoping to fix it before going to bed."

I stifled a cough. Brianna hid a snicker, but no one else seemed to think there was anything odd about her request. Or they were hiding their reactions better.

Dad said sure, and followed Nat into her bedroom. She closed the door behind them.

Brianna flashed me a quick grin before turning her attention back to her cards.

Mom said she wasn't tired, and asked whether we'd mind if she joined us.

Dom told her that would be great before anyone else could say anything. She asked if he was sure, and when he assured her that he was, she smiled and told us she'd be back as soon as she got some clothes on, without bothering to see if anyone else objected.

When she left, Todd shot him a look. "Dude, who wants Mom crashing the party?"

"Relax, man. Haven't you always wondered whether Mom's got a wild side?"

"He's right," Brianna said. "This should be interesting."

"Weren't you the one who was about to suggest this was too tame?" Todd asked.

"So? I say we see if Mom's game."

Todd laughed.

But he was alone in that.

Perhaps Dom seemed was more aware of what was going on, even though Todd was the first to mention it aloud. That wasn't Todd being astute. That was Todd being Todd.

Mom rejoined us. I realized quickly that I no longer caught even brief glimpses of the heavyset middle-aged woman.

The sexy version was also a short brunette with skin nearly as white as the snow outside. But that skin was now devoid of unsightly veins and blemishes, had only a few wrinkles, and wasn't the least bit ashy or dull. Her lush black hair would have made a model jealous. The way it contrasted against her white skin took my breath away. Her prominent eyebrows, long lashes, and full red lips had a similar effect. Dark red lipstick flattered her lips. Thick kohl and eye-shadow framed her eyes.

Yet, as pretty as her face was, the real kicker was her body. She had huge breasts, larger than her head. They threatened to rip the fabric of her flimsy teddy. And though it was hard to tell with them trapped in the reinforced cups of her skimpy lingerie, I was fairly sure they were firmer than made any sense for their size and her age. Despite those huge melons, her broad hips, and full thighs, she had a waist that was, against all logic, only a few inches wider than Brianna's. Her sheer black thigh-highs and black heels went perfectly with the teddy. A thin black choker with a white ribbon encircled her neck.

The ordinary Brianna wore tight, faded jeans and an oversized concert T-shirt on top of a long-sleeved T-shirt. The other version wore a full body fishnet outfit, with holes torn out at in the front and back, along with black patent leather heels that were identical to Mom's.

In some sense, they were a study in contrasts. Though no one in their right mind would call Brianna flat-chested, her breasts were still quite modest, and you could count her ribs even when she wasn't wearing a see-through outfit. Everything about her was sharp, pointy, and slender, from her nose, to her cheeks, to her ears. The same went for her figure. Everything about Mom that should be round, was, while the parts that ought not to be were not. She didn't have a six-pack the way Brianna almost did, but this version of her still could not be described as fat. Not with that waist, those arms, that neck, those ankles.

Mom's voluminous black hair hung a little past her shoulders. Brianna's red-brown hair was spiky and cut close to her head. The pixie look was working for her, without question.

Yet they also had a lot in common. They both had large, bright eyes. Mom's were brown, Brianna's green. Their eyes were equally shrouded by long lashes. Both pairs of eyes were framed with black kohl. They had the same unblemished, porcelain skin. The overall bone structure in their faces was similar enough that if Mom had been thinner, had a smaller nose and no wrinkles, their faces would be all but identical.

But since none of that was true, I had to say that the one area where Brianna clearly had Mom beat was from the neck up. Fuck, Brianna was

gorgeous

.

Mom took the seat that Natalie had vacated earlier, across the table from Brianna. "So what are we playing?" she asked. "I haven't played drinking games in years."

"Kings," Todd replied. "It's kind of complicated, but not incredibly so."

"We

were

playing Kings," Dom said. "But we were just getting ready to make things more interesting anyway. Do you know how to play poker?"

"Not the new games you kids play. Austin Hold-Them or whatever. But I know 7-card Stud, draw...you know, the basics," Mom replied.

"Great," Dom said. "How about strip poker? 7-card stud."

Todd's jaw went slack. I tried to contain my reaction. Dom's face didn't reveal a thing. Brianna smiled and nodded at Mom encouragingly.

"I don't know," Mom said. She was blushing.

Not a surprised reaction, nor offended. Just reluctance. And probably feigned at that, given the hint of a grin I saw.

So, fuck it. "Come on, Mom. It'll be fun. We can stop at any time," I said.

She stared at me, fretting at her lower lip with her teeth. "Why would any of you even want to see...," she began.

"Don't be ridiculous, Mom," Dom said. "You're no harder on the eyes than anyone here. Besides, it's not meant to be exciting. It's supposed to be embarrassing. Raise the stakes."

Mom regarded Dom. "Well, so long as you really wouldn't mind if I did end up losing a few hands. I'm not sure I'm very good."

"We'll get over it," I said. "With years of counseling."

Which probably ought to have been necessary anyway, given the thoughts I was thinking.

"Okay then," Mom said, "why the hell not. But we stop after topless, okay?"

Dom shook his head and started to explain his objection.

I cut in though. "What if the guys lose hands? If we only have to take off our shirts, the game is rigged in our favor. But if we have to show everything, you should have to too."

Dom nodded. If he saw me as trying to steal his spotlight, he didn't let it show.

"That really is only fair," Brianna said with a shrug.

"If we're going to bother doing it...," Todd said.

"Okay, okay," Mom said, a few spots of color in her otherwise alabaster cheeks.

After a dozen hands, most of us had lost at least one garment. Though, of course, Todd had not. And this was, at least in part, a game of chance. The bastard.

Somehow Brianna had also managed to avoid losing. But she was just wearing the one garment, unless she counted her heels. So that was okay by me, for now. I was afraid the fun just might end the minute one of us had to get completely naked.

For my part, I'd lost my shirt. From what I could tell by glancing down, and from the way Brianna's and Mom's eyes lingered on me when I took it off, the alternate version of me was built like a bodybuilder. I didn't know abs

could

be that well defined.

Mom had taken off her heels and stockings. Her semi-transparent teddy remained, much to my disappointment. But I had to admit, it didn't really leave that much to the imagination anyway. When she got up at one point to get another drink, we got a nice look at her ass. It wobbled delightfully when she walked. At least, I thought that delightful. Todd and Dom seemed a bit less fixated on it, and a good deal more eager to see Brianna lose a hand.

Dom had lost his shirt early, and on the last hand, his pants. He was wearing black silk boxers that couldn't contain his massive erection. I don't mean it made a tent in his boxers. I mean he had it tucked off to the side, and a good two inches or more poked out beneath the bottom. His head reached more than halfway to his knee. "Fuck it," he said. "I guess that doesn't even count." And with that, he took his boxers off.

Brianna clapped and whooped while Mom blushed and pretended not to look.

Mom's eyes remained fixated in his lap for a while. "Does that mean the game is over? Or, what, do we go until everyone is fully naked?"

Todd scoffed. "That will take forever. You suckers aren't getting nothing from me."

Dom shrugged. "How was the hot-tub, Mom? Should we move the party there?"

Mom regained control of her jaw and her eyes. She folded her arms inward. Her breasts couldn't be hidden without a barn though. "I don't know. This was fun. But...."

"Oh, come on, Mom. You don't want to be the buzz-kill now, do you? After all the points you earned in the coolest-mom-ever department?" I asked.

Todd held his head low, avoiding eye contact. I did notice though, for the first time, a pronounced bulge in his pants. I'd been starting to wonder what was wrong with him.

Mom fretted at her lower lip, met my gaze. "I don't know how many points-"

"Mom. We're going to the hot-tub. We'd love, really love, for you to join us. Your choice. But we're going," Dom said.

She nodded slowly to herself. "Alright. Why not."

Dom looked around the table. "You guys aren't going to make me fly solo?"

"Not a chance," Brianna said, and moments later she was stark naked.

I found myself staring more than I'd expected. Her charms had been more or less fully on display already, and she was hardly my type. But she was just so comfortable in her own skin, so certain that all eyes were on her.

I looked at Mom. She blushed, flashed a nervous grin, and looked away.

"Why not," I said, pulling my pants and boxers off. Something in the back of my mind stirred and, with some effort, I enhanced the size of my cock. I was noticeably larger than Dom, especially in girth. For now, that would do.

The women glanced between my legs. They both looked ready to drool.

Todd joined the party. He was every bit as cut as I had forced myself to be, taller, and with a thinner waist. And probably hadn't needed to make an effort of it. His dick was about the same size as Dom's, a touch longer and thinner.

"Your turn," I said to Mom.

She slipped the loose straps of the teddy over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. All eyes in the room snapped to attention. Her breasts were even larger than I'd have guessed. Gravity had taken a little bit of a toll, as could only be expected, but her massive tits still mostly hung high. Her nipples pointed outward, not downward. Though they hung below her ribcage, they were round and firm, not at all like pancakes as larger breasts sometimes were. Her areolas were large, twice the size of Brianna's, but were still but a fraction of the overall size of her breasts. Her nipples, very much standing at attention, were almost as big as the tip of my pinky finger.

"Daaamn," Todd said.

"Amen to that," I added.

Mom smiled, eased her arms back, letting her natural wonders come forward a bit more. "Thanks, everyone," she said, blushing.

"Now, for that hot tub. I'm getting cold," Dom said. "Someone grab more drinks."

Brianna and I volunteered to see to that.

My eyes were glued on my mother's glorious ass, which seemed so out of place given her comparatively tiny waist, as she headed up the stairs with my brothers. I almost couldn't believe the way her cheeks swelled and rolled as she walked. So busy was I watching her leave, in fact, that I accidentally brushed Brianna's thigh with my cock as I made my way around the back of the bar alongside her.

"Sorry about that," I said.

My heart raced. The evening had been progressively moving farther and farther away from harmless territory, but that was the first time any of us had touched each other. It was like we were playing a game of Jenga, our little game resting on an ever shakier foundation by the minute. Had I just pulled out the piece that would send it all crashing down?

My cousin just laughed. "It's okay." She tapped the head of my tool, softly, and giggled when it sprang back up with force. "I can think of worse things to bump into."

I almost grabbed her and bent her over the mini-fridge behind the bar there and then. But right after she made that comment, she headed for the stairs.

So I followed her up to the second floor and out to the patio. Mom sat between Dom and Todd in one of the hot tubs. Dom had his arms spread out to the side. Todd's shoulders were hunched inward, and he was mostly staring into his lap, but it was more obvious than he probably thought that he was peering out the corner of his eye at Mom.

Brianna slipped in next to Todd, showing no response to the stark contrast between the freezing air and the warm water. I couldn't manage her grace as I settled in next to her. We passed the beers and mixed drinks around once we were both settled.

"...okay, maybe that was a low estimate," Mom said with a blush. "You don't really want to know, do you?"

"Why not?" Dom asked. "It's not like that has anything to do with whether you're a good mother. We're just making conversation."

Mom covered her face with her hands, laughing nervously. "You're going to freak out though. I know it." She hesitated. "Twenty-seven."

Todd's eyes bulged. But Dom didn't so much as blink.

"Good for you," he said without a moment's hesitation.

"I guess," she said. "I don't know if that's good."

"Why not?" I added. "Did you have fun?"

She nodded without meeting my eyes.

"Then there you go. Nothing wrong with that," I said.

"Exactly," Brianna said. "If not for women like you, women of my generation wouldn't be able to embrace their sexuality without shame. So good for you, and good for us."

Mom drew a deep breath. "So what about you all? Have my sons been very busy?"