Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 12

I can't quite describe what happened after that. Her lower legs wrapped around and around my calves like the thin straps of women's sandals. The kind that tie up near the knee. Neither of us really grew extra limbs, but somehow it was as if our hands were in ten places at once. Maybe we did have extra hands. I wasn't even sure. But while I was still holding her thin hand in one of mine, and holding her close with the hand on her neck, still other hands ran over her smooth thighs, the gentle curves of her calves, her supple little ass, and gripped her oversized breasts in my hands. I kneading them, tweaked her nipples, mashed them together, cupped them gently, all at once. Or so it seemed. Meanwhile, she gripped my cannon-ball shoulders, caressed and squeezed my heaving biceps, pressed her hands against my chest, and bounced small fists against my rock-hard abs.

To some extent, we were trying to satisfy each other. And, at least on one level, that was something of a selfless act. But at the same time, it was a war. Each of us was trying to get the other to submit first, so that they could claim their spoils and slake their thirst for sexual energy.

Except that wasn't quite right. With Brianna, it would have been. And with Mom, there wouldn't have been much of a competitive feel to it at all. But with Iva, while there was a definite sense that we were both trying our hardest to "win", I thought that maybe, at least for her, this had as much to do with sizing up my relative position in our family's pecking order as it did the prize that awaited the victor of our little contest.

As luck would have it, we came at the same time.

Again.

I swam in a sea of bliss. But I recovered, and focused on drawing her essence into me.

No, not her essence. That made it sound like I could destroy her if I drank too hard.

Something in the back of my mind suggested that maybe that was true after all, but it still didn't seem like the appropriate term. Maybe the essence of her desire.

Whatever it was, I was trying my best to take it from her. But, of course, she was doing the same. And doing it well.

I certainly didn't take more than her. I wasn't even sure I could claim that it was even. But if she'd bested me, it wasn't by a great margin.

Small victories, I guess.

Aunt Iva stroked my hair, kissed me repeatedly between gasps for air. "I lov-"

I put a finger to her luscious lips. "Whoa, whoa."

She laughed hysterically and kissed me a few more times. Each kiss was light, the touch of her lips fleeting. But addictive as hell all the same. "You're cute. But don't be silly. I barely even know you."

Of course she hadn't been about to say that. And it would be really awkward if she had. So why did her prompt dismissal of my comment sting like that?

"That said," she added, "it's perhaps possible that I might be a little bit interested in doing something about that. Maybe. So don't look so crestfallen, huh?" She kissed me again, deeply this time.

Fuck. I'd thought only Brianna could bring me so close to an orgasm with a simple kiss.

Well, and Grandma. I kept forgetting about her, since she wasn't around much.

"I was going to say," she continued, "that I love the way you know exactly what I want. That was so intense. I kept thinking I was about to get the upper hand, but you were always ready for me, even if you never managed to get much of an advantage yourself."

I gave her tiny little hint of a love handle a gentle pinch. "Yeah, it was pretty good. And you've got some idea of what you're doing yourself, I daresay."

"Ya think?" she said with a chuckle. Then she pinched my nose between two fingers. "I don't want to, but we should join the others," she whispered, my head cradled in her hands.

Copping one last feel of her delicious breasts, I whispered back, "Probably."

"Your mother is a lucky woman," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on. It's rolling off you like smoke from a fire."

"I didn't know you could read people like that," I said.

"You've got an insane amount of raw power for someone your age," she said with a wan smile. "And some idea of how to use it. But I see why Brianna is only a little scared."

With that, she climbed out of my lap.

I grabbed her hand. "Wait. Tell me more."

"Later, sweetie. Meet me for drinks tonight at the bar across the street. But for now...," the sentence trailed off as her eyes flicked over to the other couch, where a newly invigorated Dad was punishing Cindy's pussy while Mark was going to town on her ass.

I nodded. "Okay. Say around eight?"

"That works."

After Cindy thrashed her way through an apparently very intense orgasm, the guys peeled off her. Mark stood and gave Iva a huge. Dad pulled his sister back down on top of him. I approached them from behind. "Now, may I have your ass?" I asked Aunt Cindy.

"Please do," she said.