Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 02

"Look who I found," his mother said.

Grandma Flori smiled as she marked her page and put the book on the oak nightstand beside her. "And here I thought you were going to come back with Stephen King."

"Wasn't available."

"Guess he'll have to do, then," his grandmother replied, looking him up and down.

It was just for comedic effect, he knew, but Nick still felt a sudden rush of anxiety. Her critical eye scrutinized every inch of his body, and he couldn't help but wonder if she found him adequate. After all, she'd married a man who, despite his mild-mannered temperament, had a hyper-masculine form. From his thick if not unruly pelt to his ridiculously perfect muscles, Grandpa Randy was as manly as men got. Nick was proud of his muscle tone and his washboard abs, but he wouldn't have minded a little more bulk.

"Yeah, he'll do," she said again, sounding disappointed.

Nick chuckled nervously. You'd think she hadn't seen exactly what he had to offer before. That they hadn't gotten intimate several times over the past few months.

"Looks can be deceiving," his mother said.

"Hey, now." Nick gave his mother's divine ass a playful smack. "Let's not get carried away. It was funny at first, but the joke's starting to wear thin."

"He's so cute when he blushes," his mother said to his grandmother, her dark eyes locked on his. She kissed him on the cheek then went and climbed into bed beside her mother.

"Anything important happen after Vee left?" his grandmother asked as Nick slipped out of his pajama pants and climbed onto the foot of the bed.

"Not really," Nick replied.

"I'm not sure he'd tell us if it did," his mother told Grandma Flori.

Two pairs of eyes with irises like chips of onyx honed in on his erection.

"He does look a little eager," his grandmother remarked.

"A bit, yeah," his mother agreed.

"We might get more out of him if we see to that first."

His mother nodded to herself. "Probably right."

If they teased him any longer, Nick might have exploded. The air crackled with sexual energy. The gorgeous mother-daughter team, which just so happened to include his mother, made the perfect duo. They looked alike in so many ways, yet differed in all the right ways. One had a killer lower body, the other an absolutely divine pair of breasts. One was shy, tender, and affectionate, the other aggressive, passionate, and dominant.

There was nowhere he'd rather be than in his sister's bed. But if he couldn't be with her, it was hard to imagine how he could do any better than being shared by these two.

Fortunately for him, the games ended there. Moving almost eerily as one, they crawled towards him from either side, looking like a pair of black jaguars.

As his mother's full lips formed a seal around his swollen head, Nick gasped. He exhaled slowly, shuddering, and put a hand on the back of her head. She moved slowly, deliberately, teasingly, allowing him to savor every lap of her tongue. Meanwhile, his grandmother went to work on his balls. At first, she only licked his sac. But soon enough, she started taking his testicles in her mouth, one at a time, and humming on them.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't last long.

His mother seemed ready to pick right back up where she'd left off, but Nick had a better idea. He split himself in two and the four of them formed a daisy chain. He performed oral sex on each woman while simultaneously receiving it from both of them.

The contrast between their approaches, and their distinct tastes, made Nick's head spin. His mother was seducing him tenderly while his grandmother was assaulting him, doing her best to overwhelm his senses. The younger woman tasted faintly of toffee, the other of wine.

Nick did his best to satisfy each woman's unique needs the way that worked best for them. That basically meant giving back what they were dealing out.

With his mother, his movements started off slow and teasing then gradually built up to a more insistent and focused attack. In contrast, he threw everything he had at his grandmother. He tongue-fucked her snatch and her ass at the same time while a third tongue picked at her clit like a musician would his guitar.

As if that wasn't enough, Nick conjured up a few extra hands and mouths to help him pleasure other parts. He played with the women's breasts, licked and sucked their nipples, kissed their hips and thighs and spines and ass cheeks, and massaged their feet. The first time he'd seen his grandmother perform those tricks, it had freaked him out. But he'd quickly come to think that he'd previously been missing out on the full potential of sex.

His grandmother was the first to reach her climax, but before her spasms died, all four of them were cumming profusely. They used their powers to prolong each other's orgasms, the way Grandma Flori had taught them. The magical moment of shared ecstasy stretched on for an eternity. The world melted away and they escaped the prisons of their physical bodies, existing together only on some higher level.

Afterwards, they all took a quick break to get some air and clean themselves up. But it didn't last long. None of them spoke. The hunger in their eyes would not allow it.

When they got back to it, they experimented with all manner of positions, conventional and exotic. For a while, Nick sat at the foot of the bed and watched the two women play with each other. Then he knelt behind his mother and ate her out while she did the same for her mother. For a time, he fucked Grandma Flori in the ass while his mother first licked then fisted her pussy. At one point, Nick grew a second dick and filled both of his mother's holes while she went down on his grandmother. He even split himself in two again and had anal sex with both women while they sixty-nined.

They were all glowing by the time they took another break. Each of them had experienced a half dozen orgasms, or more, and they'd fed each other absurd amounts of energy. The only bit of clothing any of them wore by that point were his grandmother's stockings. And he'd long since torn holes in them to suck on her toes.

Laying in the middle of the bed, Nick had one arm around his mother and one around his grandmother. They lay on their sides, their heads resting on his chest.

All was right with the world.

His problems would come back to him before long. But they kept their distance for the time being, even though the ritual for warding them off had come to a stop. Nick was flying too high, feeling too good, to let anything bother him.

"Do me a favor," his mother said at one point, breaking a long and pregnant silence.

"Anything," Nick said.

"Take Veronica out tomorrow. To the mortal world."

"Okay," he replied, a little confused. "Any reason why?"

"You love her, don't you?" his grandmother asked.

Uh oh. He was in for it now. And he was going to get it from both sides.

"I do," he said.

"Do you have any idea how close you are to fucking it up?" his grandmother asked, pinching his nipple as she did.

"Ow," he said, jerking away as best he could. Which was to say, not much at all.

"I thought I taught you better than that," his mother added.

"What? What I do?"

"It's what you haven't done," they both said.

"You're a sweet guy, Nick," his mother said. "And we all appreciate how you're always there for us when we need you. But Veronica's starting to feel like she's just one of many women you care about and look after. You need to show her that she's special."

"I can do that," he said.

"Don't take her to some movie she wants to see," his grandmother said. "Don't ask her what she wants to do. Do something you want to do. Something you're passionate about. It doesn't have to be big. Just something to show her that you're not just interested in pleasing her, the way you do with every one, but that you want to share youself with her."

"O-okay," Nick said. "I'm sorry?"

The two women shared a laugh.

"You don't have to apologize," his mother said. "Just do what we told you."

"I will," he said.

Where was this coming from? Why did his mother want him to inject more romance into his relationship with his sister? Not long ago, she'd tried her hardest to pretend to disapprove of the fact that they were plainly in love with one another.

If they cared so much about his relationship with Veronica, why had they taken him into their bed? Did either of them think Veronica would be pleased to learn that he'd spent the night having a threesome with their mother and grandmother?

That was silly of him, though. Just because they wanted him to start down the right path didn't mean they couldn't also want to have some fun with him first. Unless things were already at the breaking point between him and his sister, there was no real contradiction between their actions and their words.

"But I thought we weren't supposed to do this," he continued.

"Don't be stupid," his grandmother said.

"The rules have changed," his mother said. "I don't know how I feel about that, but they have. And there's no sense denying that you and your sister were pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable as it was. If you're going to go down this path, you better do it right, because if you break my daughter's heart, I'm going to make sure you regret it."

Nick tried to keep his mind from shutting down. One second, she was one of his many lovers, interested in nothing more than the pleasures of the flesh. The next, he was his mother, giving him advice on how to keep his relationship from unraveling. Then she was Veronica's mother, giving a speech that usually came from a girl's father, precisely as she had with so many of her daughters' mortal boyfriends. It was almost too much to take in.

It was also incredibly sexy.

Sometimes, he forgot she was his mother. Being reminded of that kept things exciting.

"You can stay overnight, if you want," his mother added. "That'll only have you gone for a few hours as far as we're concerned. But be back by early afternoon, our time. We've got to decide what to do about your father."

"What to do about him?" he asked.

He agreed that it was time to have that conversation. But it took him by surprise. He'd thought he'd have to convince the others that the king wasn't to be trusted.

"Did you hear him, or anyone else, say anything about a woman named Daphne? Or Lady Winter?" his grandmother asked.

"No," Nick said. "Who's that?"

They gave him what they said was the short version. It wasn't all that short.

"Definitely didn't hear anything about that," Nick said. "But I can tell you he's hiding something. And it's got to do with Annie."

He explained about how he'd read his father's Libido, though he conveniently left out the part about how he'd been hiding in a closet at the time, spying on Patty.

"Not sure that tells us much," his grandmother said.

"He's always hiding something," his mother said.

Nick sighed. It had seemed significant at the time. But his mother had a point. For all he knew, it didn't even mean that Annie had something to do with the secret he was keeping. It could just be that she was the person he was keeping the secret from. Which might be nefarious, but, then again, it might not be. Lovers kept secrets from one another, and got anxious about those secrets being discovered.

"What we really need to know is how he expects to deal with inevitable fallout from his inbreeding," Grandma Flori said. "Word's going to get out-"

"I know," Nick said. He'd come to the same conclusion earlier that evening.

His mother raked her nails gently across his scalp. "You and your sister are gonna have to talk to Annie."

#

Her father did not, in fact, hold her hand.

But that was okay with Annie. She hadn't needed him to. His presence alone was enough. Being able to look him in the eyes and know that he'd be there with her when it was all over gave her the strength that she needed.

It turned out that Troy had more imagination than she'd given him credit for. But what he didn't have in abundance was resolve. Or, perhaps, cruelty. One way or another, he'd given up on trying to make her suffer pretty quickly. She'd refused to give him any kind of reaction. Hadn't been entirely successful in that regard, but at least she hadn't cried. And though he'd gotten a few whimpers from her, not once had she screamed.

After her brother saw that she could take whatever he might dish out, he'd changed course completely. He apologized profusely, both for what he'd said to Patty and for what he'd done to her just a few moments ago to punish her for locking him in the bedroom the day before. As if that wasn't weird enough, he then did his best to seduce her.

That had disgusted her almost to the point of retching. But at least it was better than what had come before. Marginally.

In the end, her brother gave up on that too. For the last few minutes of the whole awkward exchange, and thankfully it had only taken a few minutes, Troy had simply focused on nothing more than getting his rocks off. After he deposited his sad little load inside her, he left, head hung low and tail tucked between his legs.

At that point, she cried.

But her father was there to hold her in his arms. So it was okay.

"I'm so sorry you had to do that," he said as she crawled up into a ball in his lap and he held her tight, rocking her back and forth.

She wanted to say that it was alright, that she'd actually expected it to be worse, but she was sobbing so heavily that she couldn't speak. It hadn't been as horrible as it could have been, but it hadn't exactly been pleasant either. And, now that it was over, all the emotions she'd refused to feel were coming out.

"Next time you have a problem with him, you come to me, okay?" her father said.

Said in any other tone of voice, those words might have sounded like he thought she had no one to blame but herself for what had just happened. The way he said it though, she didn't take it that way. He was just offering to make sure Troy got what he deserved without Annie having to worry about Aunt Nina getting back at her.

"I will," she managed to choke out.

"I've got a special treat for him as it-"

"No!" Annie said.

He looked at her, eyes wide.

"He just," she began. What? Didn't mean to hurt her? Of course he did. Still, she wanted it all over. He was altogether too pathetic to be worth the bother. Any retaliation would only make it seem like he had more power over her than he did. "Don't. Just don't."

"If you say so." Her father kissed her forehead.

The waterworks slowed to a halt. She felt drained and weak and numb. There was no anger or pain or sadness left. To feel any of those things would have taken more energy than she had to spare. All she wanted to do was sleep.

"Lay down with me," she said.

Without a word, he carried her up to her quarters. They slipped under the covers and Annie got into the fetal position. Her father wrapped himself around her like another blanket. Feeling safe and warm, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

When she woke, he was gone, but he'd left a handwritten note on the nightstand. In glittering green ink, it explained that her father had to go "earn his keep." That was what she called it when he held audience, sitting in his throne on the beach for hours and listening to lesser nobles seek redress for the various grievances they had with one another, or evaluating petitions for asylum from those who'd fled other courts. She'd sat beside him one afternoon, and nearly died of boredom. Afterward, he told that was rather ironic, as it had been one of the more interesting sessions.

One of these days, she probably ought to learn something about running the court. The Shadow ought to be able to fill in for the king if he was otherwise disposed. But, so far, she'd done all of nothing to earn that particularl title anyway. Her father had teased her about that a few times, to be sure. Those first few weeks, he'd often threatened to find a way for her to be useful, particularly when she teased him. But, despite those threats, he'd yet to do so. And that was just fine with her.

She'd asked him what his duties had been when he'd served as Phil's Shadow. "Mostly wetwork," he'd responded. She suspected he'd only said that to be dramatic, but it had gotten the point across. His job hadn't been a pretty one. But, thankfully, there didn't seem to be much need for that now. With fewer edicts to enforce and no plausible rivals to the throne, at least for the time being, her father had no real need for someone to carry out the same functions for him as he had for the previous king.

So Annie did what she did most afternoons and laid out by the pool, sunbathing.

"Hey there, gorgeous."

Annie opened her eyes. Her aunt was settling down into the lounge chair beside her, wearing the tiniest little string bikini, the hugest pair of sunglasses, and drinking a margarita from one of those mucho glasses that looked more like fishbowls.

She should have said something in response. But her mothers had taught her that if you didn't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

"Thought you'd be with His Majesty," her aunt said.

"It's not easy, passing up an opportunity to listen to all the minor nobles complain about being harassed by the Bravos."

"Is that where he told you he is?" Nina asked. "Interesting."

Annie slowly sat up straight. "What do you mean?"

"What? Oh, well, if that's where he said he is, that must be where he is."

She narrowed her eyes at her aunt. "Where else would he be?"

Nina shrugged and sipped at her margarita.

"Fine," Annie said. "Don't tell me."

The bitch was probably just fucking with her anyway. Figured she hadn't suffered enough for what she'd done to Troy. No doubt he'd told her that Annie hadn't cried for him once.

"I'm just a little surprised, is all," Nina said.

Annie almost laughed to herself. The Fishers were supposed to be patient. Yet here her aunt was, giving up already, after Annie had refused for all of five seconds to rise to the bait.

Maybe she needed to take a few lessons from Randy Hardt.

"I'd have thought he'd tell you that he was meeting with representatives from the Eternal Garden of the Sun." Nina slurped loudly at her drink. "After all, if everything goes through, your cousins will be returning to Summer. Your aunt, too."

"What?"

Why wouldn't he tell her that?

Of course, her aunt could be making things up. But that was a strange thing to lie about. It wouldn't take Annie long to figure out the truth.

"He really hasn't mentioned any of this?"

Annie's cheeks burned. She wanted to slap her aunt in the face. Did she have to rub Annie's face in it? Who did she think she was fooling with that Little Miss Innocent act?

She'd heard enough. Without another word, Annie ceded the pool to her aunt. It wasn't right that the bitch not only got to ruin her day twice, but scare her away from the pool besides. Nonetheless, the last thing she felt like doing just then was seeing Nina's stupid face, so she retreated to the safety of her quarters.

There, she tried to distract herself first by playing video games then by working out. When neither of those succeeded in taking her mind of what Aunt Nina had said, she grabbed a bottle of wine and drank it by herself while soaking in the bathtub.

Not long after she opened her second bottle, there came a knock at her door.

"Go away," Annie howled.

The door opened softly and she heard him walk in.

She should have locked it. Not that there was a lock in existence which could refuse him. Maybe he'd have concluded that she really didn't want to see him if she had though.

"Hi princess," he said, standing just outside her bathroom.