Homelands Pt 01 Ch 15

Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Fifteen

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You might want to read Chapters One through Fourteen first.

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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I tried locating Mom after that. It worked much easier than the time I'd spied on Liz. Almost instantly, I sensed who was fucking her.

All six of them. Jack and Mark. Vince and Ishmail. Todd and Dom.

Letting out a dejected sigh, I severed the link, or dismissed the supernatural connection, or hung up, or whatever the hell the term was. No doubt Iva would know and could make me feel like an idiot child for never having heard it. Whatever I did, I no longer sensed my mother's exploits.

Good for her. She'd been wanting to get good and fucked by a bunch of guys. I had no right to be jealous. I'd just fucked two other women, neither of whom I'd given Mom any reason to believe was especially high on my list. Hell, it wasn't even the first time that day that I'd fucked Iva, and Iva wasn't just another lay.

So yeah. No right to be jealous.

But it didn't change how I felt.

Though, in truth, the reason I felt like shit, felt like smashing my fist through a wall the way Todd would have done in my shoes, had nothing to do with my mother.

I headed to the lobby to see if there were any free rooms.

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Vigorous knocking at my door forced me awake. I tried to ignore it, but it didn't go away, even when I yelled out that I didn't want housekeeping. Mumbling various obscenities to myself, I slipped a tank top on and went to answer the door.

"Moooorning," Brie sang, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"Morning," I said, opening the door.

Dom and Skye slid in behind her. My brother handed me a coffee and clapped me on the shoulder as he walked past. The coffee was so exactly what I needed, I could kiss him.

Skye bowed her head low, refusing to meet my gaze. My eyes followed her ass as she walked past. Holy fucking shit. It was delectable. It was big, and mostly solid. But it jiggled quite nicely as she shuffled across the room.

And her outfit drew attention to all the right places. She wore black leather pumps, white knee-high socks, white panties, and a tight white tank top. Her breasts were nothing to write home about. Not bad either, mind you. She might have Brianna beat. But that was about it. Pretty much every other woman in the family had nicer breasts.

Still, the overall package was something to behold. Her skin was soft, flawless, and fair, given her multi-racial heritage. Unlike her brothers, it would be hard to mistake her for being fully black. She was obviously mixed. They were dark chocolate to their sister's milk chocolate, if you will. Black coffee to coffee-and-cream.

Brie slid up against me, giving me a gentle hip-check. She flicked her gaze at Skye's thick ass, then back at me, raising her red-brown eyebrows. "You likey?"

I placed my hand on the small of my cousin's back, kissed her forehead. Ignoring her question, I asked, "Nat come to see you?"

"She did," Brie said, trailing her fingernails over my chest.

Dom offered Skye a chair. She nodded her gratitude to him then sat down, crossing her deliciously meaty thighs and folding her hands in her lap. I wanted to reach out and take her hands, tell her to relax, that no one was going to make her do anything she didn't want to do. Of course, with Brianna and Dom there, I wasn't sure I could make such a promise.

I finally met my cousin's gaze. What man could look into those big, bright, green eyes and not go weak in the knees? Damned, but she was beautiful. Delicate jaw, high cheekbones, cutest little nose, stunningly fair skin, ruby red lips, luscious red-brown curls. And though she didn't need it, plenty of makeup. "So, yeah. I'm in. Sign me up," I said.

A faint grin spread across Brianna's lips. "See, there's just the one little thing."

"Oh?"

"Well, you'll have to forgive me for being a wee bit skeptical about just how fully committed you are. You know, given past events. Same goes for our other cousin," she said, nodding towards Skye, who stared down at her feet. "So I'd like to see something of a demonstration of submission from you two."

Dom stood behind Skye's chair, stroking her lustrous hair. He flashed me a knowing grin. That was Dom for you. One second, you were grateful as hell to have him around. He could be so thoughtful. The next, he was delighting in your suffering.

"Okaaay," I said. "I can do that."

Brie grinned, tucked a lock of gorgeous red-brown hair behind a slim, elfin ear. "Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to take it up the ass or anything. When I say submission, I don't mean like BDSM. I know you can't handle that."

Dom laughed.

"I just mean, I want you to let your guard down. Let me and your lovely cousin have our way with you, and don't resist if we try to drain you. We might leave you pretty weak in the short run, but you'll recover. That's it. Nothing crazy. Just want to see that you're willing to surrender yourself to me, or to another upon my command."

Skye flashed me an uneasy grin. I smiled back, no less awkwardly.

"Okay," I said. "I can do that."

Brie rubbed my gradually inflating cock through my boxers. "I know you can, baby."

I kissed my cousin on the top of the head. God help me, I wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy her. Even after Iva's little eye-opening speech. I wished I didn't. But it was like my willpower evaporate the minute she smiled at me, or directed that emerald gaze at me.

"And that's it?" I asked.

"That's it," Brianna said, staring up at me unblinking.

My heart went aflutter, but in the back of my mind, I still knew I couldn't take

too

much solace in her words. She could have been telling me the sky was brown, and I wouldn't have been inclined to disagree. Those eyes of hers were damn dangerous.

"Good," I said. I rushed to add, "Not that I wouldn't be willing to do more. I'm looking forward to serving you. In whatever capacity you might see fit."

"We'll get to that, don't worry," my cousin said, trailing a pink nail down my chest and through the deep trough separating my abs.

"I can be very useful to you," I said. The moment the words were out of my mouth, I regretted speaking them. Though it probably didn't matter. It'd be pretty foolish to think that even after this little demonstration, she'd do anything other than what Iva predicted.

A hollow grin spread across her lips. "I know." She stepped closer. One slender thigh slipped between mine, very nearly pressing against my dangling cock.

It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her, throwing her on the bed, and violating her. I'd love to be able to say that she didn't have that kind of effect on me, that she wasn't really my type. But those would just be feeble lies.

"Skye, honey, why don't you come over here and suck Frank's big ol' cock?" Brie asked without looking away from me.

Without a word, my cousin slid out of the chair and approached me, her step faltering.

"Now, don't you think she deserves to see you in all your glory?" Brie said, slipping one hand down to stroke the mushroom-head that peaked out below the hem of my boxers.

I nodded, dropped my boxers to the floor, and stroked myself hard. As I did, I poured energy into the effort of inflating my cock. Soon, it was long enough to reach my knee.

Skye placed one hand on my chest, flashed a hungry look down at my package, then looked me in the eye. Her impossibly white teeth furrowed into her full lower lip.

I stroked her thick hair and poured some of my energy into her. Soothing her nerves. Or maybe just stoking the furnace of her desire to make her forget how nervous she was. Either way, I saw the tension go out of her back, heard her exhale as she relaxed.

"Haven't really been properly introduced," she said. "I'm Skye."

I laughed awkwardly. "Frank."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"Same," I said.

Brianna laughed as she took the seat that Skye had just vacated. She propped one leg up on the chair, pulling her knee against her chest. With one hand, she gestured for Dom to get to his knees and pleasure her.

He did so promptly. Once he was in place, she wrapped her other leg around the back of his head and ran her nails through his hair. But her eyes were on us, not Dom.

"I can think of worse ways to prove myself to her majesty," I said.

With a weak smile, Skye said, "Agreed."

I leaned in, hesitated. We both chuckled. Then I pressed forward.

The kiss was awkward at first. A quick peck. Then a slightly more venturesome one. Another, more lingering. Again, with open mouth. Then tongue. In just a few brief moments, the ice was broken, and I felt no less comfortable kissing her than I would my sister. Which, in any other context, would have had a very different meaning.

Naturally, my hands made their way to her ass pretty quickly. It was every bit as glorious as I'd expected. Very firm. But just soft enough.

Despite the queen's instructions -- it was probably about time I started to think of her as such -- I stopped Skye as she made to drop to her knees. With a shake of my head, I turned her around, planted her hands up on the dresser, and eased her legs apart with my knees. Then I dropped on my haunches and ran my hands over her thighs and fat ass. It was fucking amazing. I was practically drooling on myself as I fondled it.

I heard my cousin gasp as her panties disappeared. I didn't rip them off. Just vanished them with a thought. Then pulled Skye's cheeks apart, gripping them tight in my fingers, and went to work on her browneye with my tongue. She writhed softly, bucking her hips and sighing contentedly. After sinking my teeth into one ripe cheek, I slapped her ass, spun her around, then kissed her deeply.

When our lips parted, I led her over to the bed and gestured for her to lie on her back. She did as I indicated, and dug her heels into the thick covers as she spread her legs wide.

I didn't bother teasing her. Just went on the attack right away. I used every trick I knew. My tongue was in three places at once. My fingers thrust deep inside both of her holes.

Like all the women of the family, she tasted amazing. Mostly like a woman should, but with a hint of cinnamon and coffee. It was strange, but delightful at the same time.

Only after bringing her to climax for the fourth time in a row did I tap my cousin's powerful thighs, signaling for her to break her vice grip. When she did, she collapsed flat on her back. "Wow. Sweet Jeebus. That was nice."

I climbed up into the bed beside her and kissed her on the lips a few times. She was beautiful. Such full lips, bright eyes, and smooth skin. "No reason we shouldn't enjoy this," I whispered. "Try not to focus on the fact that technically we're being coerced."

She raked her white nails through my hair, grinning. "Try not to. But you see, I have this funny hang up about coercion."

"Fair enough."

"Anyway," she said, rolling onto her side and starting to rise to her knees. "Let me see if I can't return the favor all the same."

I gasped as her warm mouth engulfed my cock. But I soon found myself a bit disappointed. She was not as talented as some of the other women in the family. Not that it wasn't enjoyable. It was. But she had yet to learn to make use of her powers the way most of the other women in the family had discovered.

Dom walked over to the bed and handed me a bottle of lube. "Here. You guys are taking too long. If you're about to bust a nut, go ahead and finish. Otherwise, let's move on."

"Straight to anal?" I said.

"She's an anal queen," Dom said. "Before she learned who she was, she only let guys fuck her ass. So she could still technically call herself a virgin."

Maybe the bemused tone to Dom's voice spurred her on, because I suddenly felt a bit more sensitive. Not a lot. Not the way I would if someone like Iva tried that on me. But it had the desired effect.

And I decided now was as good a time as any to prove to my queen that I could submit to her will.

I forced all my defenses down, and used my own powers to ramp up my sensitivity. A few seconds later, my sweet cousin was swallowing my jizz, and so much more besides.

My head spun. I could only imagine this was what it felt like to lose two or three pints of blood. I hardly knew what was happening as Skye mounted me reverse-cowgirl, sliding my monster cock into her asshole.

When I

did

realize what was happening, I was shocked at how easily it glided inside her. I reached up and cupped her ass cheeks. Not because she needed help supporting her weight. They just felt so damn good.

I tried to get control of my thoughts. Though I fumbled with the effort, I finally succeeded. But by the time I did, I was on the brink again.

Fortunately, this time, we climaxed together.

Afterwards, my cousin collapsed onto my chest, lying flat on top of me with my fat cock still buried to the hilt in her ass. As I sucked air, I reached up and freed her breasts from her tank top, playing with her stiff nipples. I also craned my neck to the side and nibbled at her ear.

Dom climbed into the bed with us. "Stay there," he said, as he saw Skye trying to work me free of her ass. "We're going to double her. I want that snatch."

"Is that okay?" I whispered in her ear.

"What was that?" Brianna asked from her chair.

"Just telling her how hot her ass is, that I sure don't mind taking it again."

"Mm-hmm," the queen said.

"Thanks anyway," Skye whispered back.

Dom pressed my legs together tightly and planted his knees just outside either of my thighs. As he did, he lifted Skye's legs up, propping them on his shoulders. "Just go with it, guys. It will be easier for everyone."

While we might neither of us have been crazy about the circumstances under which it was taking place, it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Dom and I had Skye cumming her brains out in less than a minute. And we kept right on going, bringing her to climax over and over. I came a few times myself, each time feeling her sap more of my energy.

Yet, even after my spunk started dribbling back out of her ass onto my balls, we all kept going. It only took a thought to clean the mess up after all. And good lord, it felt good to be inside her ass, to feel Dom's thick tool pressed lightly against my balls and my cousin's soft cheeks spread out across my crotch.

Apparently we'd stopped at some point. I was vaguely aware of Dom and Brie sharing Skye just a few inches away from me. But I couldn't move. Could barely open my eyes. My head swam in a sea of purest bliss. Though I didn't love feeling powerless, I couldn't argue with the intense state of euphoria. I'd only felt this way once before. The time I'd watched Brianna Devour a man, after which she'd basically fucked me within an inch of my life.

I seemed to recall that she'd done so despite promising to go easy on me.

When I came to, I was in Brianna's warm mouth.

I hadn't even realized I'd passed out. I should have been panicking. But all I could think was that there were worse things to wake up to.

But unfortunately for me, the queen stopped a moment later. "Good, you're awake," she said, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.

With great effort, I raised my head up a few inches from the pillow and looked around. "Where're Dom and Skye?"

"Shh," Brie said. "Save your strength."

I sighed and plopped my head back down.

"He took her back to our room for a private session. Don't worry, she's in good hands. Your brother talks a good game, but, in the end, he's something of a teddy bear."

Remembering all the things he'd done to me growing up, from shocking me with a cattle-prod almost every day for a week after a school trip to a farm upstate, to tying me down to my bed, it was hard resisting the urge to laugh in her face at that one.

Better Dom than Brie, at any rate. Skye didn't deserve what I was about to get.

"Now," my cousin said, jumping atop my waist.

I gasped. I felt like Todd had punched me in the gut.

Brianna cupped my face between her soft hands. "That was good, baby. But I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied yet."

"I don't know how much more I have to give," I said. "Though, I'll gladly give what little there is," I hastened to add.

She smushed my mouth in one hand, my lips puckered like a fish. "Shh. Let your queen speak." Letting go of my mouth, she leaned down and planted the softest kiss on my lips.

"You've got two choices. Either you can agree to let me send you undercover in the First Autumnal Court. You know what that is, right?" she asked.

I barely managed a nod. "Silas," I said.

"That's right.

Oooorrrr

. Have you heard of pegging?"

"No," I said.

She explained.

I felt my face drain of color.

"Didn't think you'd be crazy about that. Of course, that's the point, isn't it? I mean, don't get me wrong, I actually really like fucking guys in the ass. But that's not the point. There are plenty of guys who let me do that to them already."

The unwanted mental image of my cousin fucking my older brother in his hairy ass with a monster cock that she shouldn't have had suddenly came to mind.

Brianna laughed. "No, no, Dom would never let me do that. And I'd never ask. You see, Dom's a real man. I only do that when I want to make a guy my bitch."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You're not going to let me either though, are you? Because whatever else you might be, like conniving and two-faced, you're no one's bitch, right?"

I grunted by way of response.

"Figured as much. That's okay. Our pal Silas is going to be Patriarch soon. Will be nice to have an inside man in his court."

"Yeah," I said.

"So it's settled then," she said. She leaned down and kissed me. And damn if it wasn't an exquisite kiss. The bitch. I really wanted to be turned off just then. But how could I be, with this goddess straddling me?

Thankfully, though, in the hours that followed, she didn't mention pegging once.

During a break between sessions, as Brie stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her makeup, I came up behind her and nestled my chin on her shoulder, cupping her breasts in my palms. "Forgive my insolence, majesty, but may I humbly make a request?"

She giggled, reached up and ran her hand down the side of my face. "You're getting the hang of things. What would you ask of me?"

I kissed her cheek softly. "Can I say goodbye to my mother before I go?"

Brianna twisted her lips, tapped a delicate finger against them pensively. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. You're not trying to suggest that you doubt my word, are you?"

Well. There was the small matter of her promising not to do things that she did. On more than one occasion. But I wasn't about to say that. "Of course not."

She laughed. "Bullshit. We both know I'm a huge fucking liar. At least, when dealing with you. Since that's about all you deserve from me, given that you've been somewhat less than forthright yourself. But that's okay. I like that you'll pretend I'm not."

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't be either dangerous or degrading.

Brianna spun around, planting her hands on my massive chest. "I know how special she is to you. I'm not so cold I wouldn't let you see her once more before sending you off."

"You're most gracious, my liege."

"And fucking sexy. Tell me I'm fucking sexy."

"You don't need to command me to say that. You

are

fucking sexy."

"So you're admitting that you only do things because I command it? You don't actually mean the things you say?" she asked.

Clever bitch.

She laughed and patted my cheek. "It's okay. Of course you don't. I wouldn't be sending you to the First Autumnal Court if I thought I'd actually broken you. Believe it or not, I would prefer to see you stay out of trouble though. This isn't a suicide mission. Serve me well for at least a year, and I'll strongly consider letting you re-enter the court."