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Click here"Again, not really," I confessed.
"Can't really remember much before today myself," he said.
"So, yeah, what happened today?" I asked, excitement dripping from every syllable.
I listened with rapt attention as he described what it had been like for him and his brother to double-team their mother. They'd taken turns spit-roasting her and, after a while, worked their way up to a proper double penetration, with one of them in her vag and one her ass.
Lucky. Fucking. Bastard.
"No, literally, you would not believe how nice her ass is," Jack continued.
I laughed, slapped his upper arm. "Don't worry, I believe you. It was hard not to jump up, bend her over, and take a bite out of that thing when she was in here earlier. Your mom has got a truly righteous ass, man, no doubt about it."
He smiled. "I noticed you noticing, yeah. But I'm still telling you. Good as it looked before, you still would not believe how good she looks naked. I'm not sure I've finished wrapping my head around it myself, and I spent a good while fucking her from behind."
When he finally wrapped up his last "Oh and another thing," and simply stared wistfully off into the distance, sighing contentedly, I said, "Like I said, I don't remember anything, really. Not for sure, anyway. I think I may have fucked Brianna last night. My brothers too. All three of us. But apparently, you already knew that."
He indicated that I was right.
"For that matter, I think my dad and my uncle have fucked her too," I continued. "And they've tag-teamed Natalie too, those bastards. I heard them talking about that earlier, when they thought they were alone."
"I thought so. On all counts," Jack said.
"So. What the fuck is going on?"
He half-snorted, half-chuckled. "Dunno exactly. But it's pretty amazing isn't it? I mean, if you could turn it off, you wouldn't, would you?"
I shook my head. "No, I wouldn't. Fuck. It hurts to say it out loud. I want to pretend I'm not that sick and depraved. But there's no way I'd want to undo it."
Jack laughed awkwardly. "I know exactly what you mean. But you know what? It's supernatural, so why blame ourselves?"
There were supernatural forces at work, clearly. But whether that relieved us of all culpability for our decisions, I was less sure.
But I also wasn't sure that I cared.
- COMMENTS
Foxterot7aabout 1 year agoAs a romantic, I like indepth character development. I like to know the psychological outlook of the characters. I need to know the emotional, physical, and sensual relationships between characters. Most importantly, the incestous coupling must be mutually consensual, to wit: no positional powerplay; no threat of emotional abandonment; no threat of emotional or physical abuse; must be of free will; and freely received.
jdnunyeralmost 3 years agoAuthorThanks, CountryMama. Good to reconnect.
I've been working on a new version for some time now but keep hitting snags. When I'm finally ready to share, I'll be posting under a new account (Stillnunyer) to avoid cluttering up this one further.
jdnunyeralmost 7 years agoAuthorThanks for the comment, anon. I was heavily influenced by Zelazny's Amber, as you correctly note, and your point is well taken. For what it's worth, I tried to address this and other shortcomings in Autumn Pt 01, which is basically a retelling of Homelands Pt 01. (I'm in the process of rewriting the whole series, though it's going to take a while to finish. I plan to post Autumn Pt 02 later this year.)
Anonymousabout 7 years agoIt seems to me that you're going for a kind of Corwin-esque (Chronicles of Amber) start to this with the main protagonist, and I get that, but his lack of action really should have had a better explanation. How to explain what I'm feeling? Hmm... when he was alone with his mother, why didn't he come out and ask, "Mom, what the hell is going on?! First I lose my memory for a week, then I'm hallucinating that everyone has different bodies, then I overhear everyone talking about incest!" Or at least he should have said that to someone and kinda freaked out. Yet he seems to take it all in stride, keeping everything internalized until the very end of the chapter.
You're giving him a Corwin-like attitude (when Corwin had amnesia), without any setup or subtext as to WHY he's taking it all in stride rather than freaking out, I guess is what I'm trying to say. At any rate, love the story! Thanks for taking the time and effort to write, edit, and share it!
