Part Three picks up where Part Two left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One and Part Two, the story may be quite difficult to follow.
This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.
All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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Over the next two days, Brianna pretended everything was fine between us. She did a good job of it too. If I hadn't gotten to be pretty good at reading Libidos, I might even have been tempted to believe it. But there was, in fact, a rather serious storm brewing.
What it was that finally set her off, I couldn't even have said. All of the pent up emotions just suddenly came out. A good deal of screaming, name-calling, crying, and apologizing, in roughly that order, came along with them.
Jealousy of Val only had so much to do with it. My daughter made her feel insecure, both because she knew I found Val more attractive physically and also because she thought, mistakenly, that Val's sweet and innocent personality was something I'd want in a romantic partner. It took time, but I think I actually convinced Brianna that the first part was true, but the second was decidedly not.
Which wasn't to say that I would want my daughter to be any other way. As a father, I was glad that Val hadn't become either as jaded or as depraved as Brianna yet, and hoped she never actually did. But those were no longer qualities I sought in a lover. The point was, I didn't want to take my daughter as a lover. I was glad to welcome her into the fold, and if we ever got out of our prisons, I'd no doubt sleep with her again. Many times. Because that was the way of our kind. But I simply wasn't interested in her the way Brie thought I was.
None of my finely chosen words swayed her, I don't think. But I was pretty sure she'd noticed that I hadn't so much as glanced at my daughter after switching places with Josh.
Even after we more or less established that I wasn't romantically interested in Val, though, the fight continued. Longer than it should have, really. And it was undeniably my fault. I shouldn't have needed to hear her say anything more. We were living together, sleeping together, and not really seeing other people. None of that was exactly by choice, but that didn't matter. There was no telling when the arrangement would end. So unless I started acting as if all of that
was
by choice -- unless I admitted to myself that for all intents and purposes, we were in a romantic relationship -- there would be plenty more screaming matches and tears in my future.
We agreed to go a week without sex, focusing instead on getting to know each other. The way we would have already done if we were still living as mortals. Or, at least, the way I myself had done at the start of each of my relationships in our echo of the mortal world. I got the impression that Brie had never done that, even as a mortal.
I also got the impression she'd never told anyone she loved them. Besides, of course, her family, and that only before she'd come of age. To be sure, she'd had plenty of boyfriends. But none of them had ever been anything but toys for her to play with until she got bored. And though I suspected she had actually loved Dom, despite her claims to the contrary, it seemed unlikely that she'd ever told him so.
The plan didn't quite work out, naturally. But we did get through three days whole days of abstinence. Having already been physically intimate with each other as often as we had, it was a little awkward. The thrill of wondering whether our make-out sessions would ever go further wasn't there, the way it always had been in the early stages of relationships I'd had in the mortal world. Nonetheless, those three days somehow managed to be both torturous and delightful. In the best possible way.
It was also nice to get to know my cousin better. I didn't realize how little I knew about her. Watching TV and movies together, listening to music, initiating her into the cult of gaming, and so forth, that all certainly counted for something. It was part of the process of building trust and preparing to open up to one another. But knowing someone's interests obviously isn't the same as actually knowing that person. Building the trust necessary to open up to each other isn't the same as actually opening up.
Of course, I'd been aware of that. It wasn't a difficult point to grasp.
Yet, somehow, it just hadn't occurred to me that, until recently, my cousin was still virtually a stranger to me. She was close family. We had quite a history as political rivals. And quite a history of physical intimacy. But, in the end, there it was. I simply hadn't known very much about her. Who she really was. What made her tick. What her values and core beliefs were. What terrified her. What inspired her.
We talked about religion and politics. We debated controversial moments in history. We somehow even managed to argue about social issues, though I'm not sure our views were actually all that different on that front. None of that really mattered much, except perhaps our religious beliefs. Or lack thereof. Any attachments we had to political parties, any beliefs we had about why members of certain demographic groups did what they did, or whether certain decisions made by mortal governments were appropriate or not, were purely academic at this point. We were no longer a part of the world that gave those debates meaning.
Nonetheless, I think we both felt we learned something about each other as a result.
Perhaps more importantly, we also discussed the nature of our kind. Our history and our potential. What it all meant. If anything. Which was itself a matter of some discussion.
"What do you mean, what does it mean?" I asked.
"Well, you've been to Hell, right? As near as makes any real difference? Doesn't that convince you that there's a grain of truth to certain spiritual teachings?"
"Sure, in a sense. But I think you mean something different by 'grain of truth' than I do. To me, all it says is that this is the reason why mortals believe in divine beings of pure good and pure evil dwelling in separate, otherworldly, realms. The Glade isn't Hell, though, and I doubt the Garden is Heaven. If anything, I'm less inclined to believe in anything more than what we can see with our own eyes now that I've seen some of the very mysteries that are so central to mortal belief systems."
Brianna dismissed my argument with a wave of her hand. "You're being pedantic. And pig-headed. And puh-something else. I'm not sure what. But there's a third thing. Because lists have to have three elements. You get the point though."
I laughed. "Persuasive? Is that the third 'p' word you're looking for?"
My cousin shook her head. "Nope, not that one." She twirled a red-brown ringlet around a slim finger. "Pugnacious?" A nod of her head. "Yes, that's it. Pugnacious."
We were rolling around on the bed a minute later. Though our clothes stayed on.
We never did revisit the topic of what the original immortals told us about creation.
If anything.
All in all, it was surprisingly enjoyable to take the time to court each other the way mortals do. To discover that Brianna was, in some ways, more conservative than I was, even if, expectedly, she was the more liberal one in most other respects. I'd assumed that because she was anything but conservative in the bedroom, she probably wasn't in other ways either. Which, for the most part, was true. But there were all these interesting nuances and contradictions to her views that I hadn't anticipated.
All things considered, if it were up to me, we'd have gone the full week.
It was Brianna who crossed the line.
We'd been dry-humping. I'd thought that was a bad idea to begin with. It, of course, ended exactly the way you'd expect it to end. With all the desire we'd kept bottled up for days finally able to escape, our little slip-up turned into a marathon session that didn't end until a good twenty hours later.
We did, however, try to stick to the script again after that. And we made it a full eight hours on the second go at abstinence.
Yeah. Eight hours.
In light of that, we decided it was time to call the exercise a partial success and move on. It was obvious we'd never get to a full day again.
