"Well done," Lena said as she came up behind Yvette. A cool fingertip traced a line down Yvette's neck and across her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spin. Already hard nipples pebbled further. The 14 gauge piercings started to hurt. "Almost ready to go home."
"Almost?" Yvette asked, looking down at the bloody remains of her roommate. The grisly sight made her uneasy, but no more so than fresh roadkill would have. On some level, she was aware that she was personally responsible for the butchery. For the gallons of blood that made pooled artistically atop the coffee table and made a damp, sticky swamp of the carpet. But she couldn't react to that the way she should have. Her mind had activated a firewall, blocking any and all emotional responses to the deed. Save morbid curiosity and the slightest hint of disgust. "You said that was all we needed to do."
Lena's face came closer still. Her breath was cold. That didn't surprise Yvette, but her body still wasn't quite prepared for it. The chill was unsettling, yet remarkably arousing. Her pussy was throbbing, and she wished those frostbitten fingers would grab her breasts and squeeze. "Your brother's in no shape to travel."
Lance chuckled at that. It was the first sound he'd made in a long time.
"My brother?" Yvette asked with a hollow voice.
It wasn't that she'd expected such a revelation. Only that she utterly lacked the capacity to react appropriately to it, no matter how surprising it was.
Though, come to think of it, she probably ought to have guessed a while ago. He and Lance looked too much alike. So much so that she'd considered the possibility that they were one and the same. And then there was the thing with the fire, all the talk of them coming from some faraway land, the fact that Lance and Lena were brother and sister, and so much else. Did the powerful connections between the four of them mean they
had
to be members of the same immediate family? No. Not necessarily. But it made sense.
They were all related. By blood. Not just members of the same race of immortals.
"So does that mean...," Yvette began. "Are you my mother?"
"Probably," Lance said, at the same time that Lena said, "No. Maybe. I don't know."
She needed to sit down.
It should have occurred to her that the coffee table wasn't the best place for that, due to all of Kristen's blood and the bits of her hair and scalp, but it was right there. So she went for it. The warm, wet feel beneath her proved to be more welcoming than it should have anyway. It gave her a strange thrill.
"Was a pretty simple question," she observed.
Lance went and dragged Zach's limp form in front of the fire. For her part, Lena leaned down to pet one of her tiger beasts like it was a house cat. It purred softly as her fingers sank into its thick fur. Because of course it did. When it lashed its steel tail, the chain links clanked against the floor.
Yvette wasn't even sure she remembered its reappearance. But that was too far down her list of puzzles to let it eat up any of her mental processing power.
"No one really knows who their parents are," Lena said.
The sight of Lance petting the big cat in his towering wolfman form should have struck Yvette as absurd. Maybe even frightening. Instead, she felt her attraction to the man rise once more. It didn't even bring a tinge of guilt this time, as it had the last time she'd found herself lusting after a towering monster with claws like knives and jaws fit for biting through steel. Who could resist a man who was good with animals?
She'd lost her mind. There was no doubt about it.
"We are all her children," Lena said.
"Who's her?" Yvette asked.
"Lady Winter," came the reply.
Obviously
. "She didn't literally give birth to all of us, but she's still our mother. So it doesn't really matter. You should think of me as a sister. Sometimes, though, our fair queen allows her daughters to conceive. If we work hard enough to please her. And, yes, she did grant me that honor once, a few years ago."
A few years? "Umm. I'm not great at math, but...."
Lena smiled. "From what I hear, that's not really true."
Yvette blushed. And wondered how long they had been spying on her.
Was it just a fortuitous coincidence that she and Zach had gone to the same college, or had they been pulling strings all along to bring them together at just this moment?
"Time flows differently in Winter," Lance explained. "A few years there amounts to a couple of decades here." He patted the tiger's hips with an open palm, causing the animal to sit obediently. As most antlered, spike chain tailed beasts do. "The timelines matche up. But she wasn't the only one who gave birth around that time, so we can't be sure."
"And you were the father," Yvette guessed.
Her head started spinning even before he confirmed it. Not only had she just fooled around with a woman who'd taken her own brother as a lover, but she was guilty of the same crime herself. Twice over. And if the two older immortals had waited a little longer before crashing the party, her night would have included three experiences with incest.
Incest.
The word was so powerful to so many people. But it hardly meant anything to Yvette. She'd done far worse that night. Heck, her past indiscretions included more shameful acts. What did it matter if Lance might have squirted her into Lena a few years ago? At the time she'd surrendered to him, he'd been a total stranger.
Still, the more she thought about it, the more it hit her. Sure, it was just sex. They were both consenting adults. No one had been hurt. Well, Zach had been, but no more so than he would have been if she'd humped Curt. Yet a lifetime of social conditioning had her convinced that the latter would have been far less depraved. By taking her father inside her, she'd violated some sacred law. And though she didn't believe in a higher power, there was still a part of her that trembled at the thought of what she'd done.
Yet it gave her a perverse thrill too. Now that she knew Lance and Zach and Lena were all forbidden fruit, she wanted them even more. Wanted to have a big family orgy. At her sluttiest, she'd still not done anything that would offend Bible thumpers that much.
Not sexually, anyway.
Her pants were damp, for all the wrong reasons. When she went to stand up, she'd hear a sticky sound as she pulled away from the remnants of the life she'd ended.
"Breathe, dear," Lena said. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you're stronger than that."
Yvette inhaled, held it, then exhaled slowly. Her mother was right. No, sister. She'd said to think of her as a sister, regardless of whether it was her or Lady Winter who'd given birth to Yvette "a few years" ago. Whoever's daughter she was, she
