Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 14

Her brows rose. "Ask her? You have any idea what being a vassal even entails?"

"Some. Not enough."

Iva glanced at her watch. "Well, best of luck with that."

She slipped her hand away from mine, reached for her purse. "Well, this was fun, Frank. But I've got to go meet someone. I'm already late." She slid off of the stool.

I did the same, pulling her to me with a hand against the small of her back. "Look, I'm sorry for grilling you. It's none of my business. But won't you just stay for one more drink? I was hoping to ask you a few more questions. Nothing personal. Just the kind of stuff they'd put in those non-existent textbooks. I'll owe you big time."

Her face softened. She ran a hand over my cheek. "You're adorable. Really. Some of the time, you try so hard at the whole alpha male thing. And, to some extent, it's sorta working, despite how obvious it is that it's forced. Which isn't a compliment, by the way. I wasn't kidding earlier about how annoying that gets. But, more importantly, underneath that, you're...well, you're a lot of things, aren't you? Eager to please. Averse to conflict. But deeply ambitious. And too damned curious for your own good. You've got to at least learn some tact if you're going to go asking the kinds of questions you do."

"You forgot smart, funny, and incredibly modest," I said.

She smiled faintly, but it didn't come close to touching her eyes. But she wasn't making any move to slip out of my arms, at least. And though I wanted an answer, I had to admit, for the moment at least, it was nice to just hold her, to smell her, to stare into her big, brown eyes. Until Dad called me to his office, I had no idea how attractive she was to me.

"Tell you what," she said, sliding closer still. I felt her soft breasts press against me. "Let's shotgun this next round. I've already got another one coming anyway. I was planning on sticking you with the tab if you weren't smart enough to volunteer to pay, and so I wouldn't normally care about leaving it, but what the hell. Then you can join me. I'm sure your sister won't mind. Maybe later, we'll pick your lesson back up. How's that sound?"

I kissed her on the forehead. "Sounds perfect."

"Good. That's the right answer. And just FYI, you're not the only one who's feeling both a little surprised and a little guilty because of how much fun they're having. And if you'd let me walk out on you just now, you'd 've lost major points."

"So, Natalie, huh?" I said, ignoring her comment.

"Problem?"

"Not at all," I said.

We drank our next round of drinks in a matter of seconds. Then I dropped enough money for the tab plus tip on the table and Iva yanked me away impatiently.

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My sister greeted us at the door, wearing a white vest with black polka dots, a pair of white panties, and black knee-high socks with white polka dots. A black hair band with white polka dots held back her mostly-brown hair.

"Took you long en-," she started to say. Then her brown eyes took me in. "Oh, isn't that a nice surprise. Hey, Frank," she said.

"Hey, Nat."

Not for the first time, I found myself trying to figure out exactly how I felt about Natalie. On the one hand, I thought she'd look better if she kept her hair its natural color, and the same went for her orange-ish skin. Ten times over. On the other hand, every time I took a good look at her, I reprimanded myself for selling her short. Her breasts were not as nice as Iva's, but they were more than generous, especially considering how tight her figure was. She wasn't as lean and cut as some women, but she was in great shape, and her lower body was exquisite, at least if you were into the athletic type. Her ass was small-ish, but round, firm, and perfectly heart-shaped. When she turned to the side to hug Iva, found myself tempted to start grunting like a Neanderthal.

And, as much as I would love for her to lose the tan and dyed hair, I had to admit she was very pretty. Not Brianna pretty. But most men would say she was at least as pretty as Iva. Men who didn't have my hangup about fake tans.

After she hugged our aunt, she turned and threw her arms around me as well. If not for her outfit, which left her beautiful breasts more or less fully exposed, anyone watching us might have thought by our hug that we were just like any other brother and sister. There was nothing particularly intimate about it.

The three of us went into the hotel room, and I found my eyes glued to my sister's ass once more. The way it moved when she walked had me all but hypnotized. Her cheeks were so well defined, completely separated from her thighs. And man, did she have serious ass-cleavage. Not like those skinny little chicks whose ass cheeks didn't touch one another. Yet it was mostly muscle. Absolutely delicious.

Iva's ass couldn't compare to Natalie's, I noted. There were a lot of things to appreciate about my aunt. But my sister had her beat there, no question.

"Just give me a minute," Iva said as she slipped into the bathroom.

Natalie pressed up against me, far more intimate than a mere moment ago. I rested a hand on the small of her back. She slid one of hers up under my shirt, over my chiseled abs. I took pleasure in the approving way she cooed as she did. Why, I wasn't sure. I didn't have any right to be proud of my body. I didn't work that hard for it. Sure, I worked out some. But not much. I had the physique of a steroid-abusing body-builder because I chose to, and my supernatural abilities meant that was all I needed to look this good. But all the same, my sister's apparent arousal was a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Haven't seen you around much," she said.

I stroked her soft hair. Maybe the blonde streaks weren't so bad. Truth be told, I probably wanted to dislike it more than I actually did. It was just the fake tan that bugged me. "I could say the same."

"Well, I know where I've been," she said.

"Funny. Same here."

She harrumphed. There was some subtext that I wasn't picking up on. There often was with Natalie. She was a master of head games. I sort of understood how she worked, because I'd overheard her explain whatever machinations she was using against her current love interest over the phone to her girlfriends often enough. But I still couldn't begin to keep up with her. Had she been expecting me to come looking for her?

Perhaps noticing that I really wasn't getting the hint, she said, "You don't have something against women your own age, do you?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I asked.

"Because you keep fucking older women?" she replied.

I kissed her forehead. "If I have a preference, it's certainly not exclusive."

"Good," she said.

"Actually, there was something I wanted to tell you," I said.

She looked up at me. Her big brown eyes, flecked with green, were breath-taking. If only she'd stop tanning. "Hmm? What's that?"

"I've decided to ask Brianna to make me a vassal."

My sister's smile could have lit up a room. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. And she will be too. She's had her heart set on you for a while."

"So I keep hearing," I said.

Natalie laughed. "The rest of us are already on board. And you know you're more powerful, or at least more aware of how to use your powers, than either of our brothers. So, yeah, of course she wants you."

For a moment, I was too stunned to talk. It was usually months between instances where my sister spoke three sentences to me in a row without putting me down in some way. And that there had sounded suspiciously like a compliment.

"Well, sure, if you put it like that," I said, scratching the back of my head.

She gave me a wan smile. "You're cute when you pretend to be humble."

And another? Was this really my sister?

"And you'd know something about cute, wouldn't you." I slapped her gorgeous ass.

Natalie yelped then gave her hips a good shake.

We broke apart as Iva rejoined us.

Iva's professional outfit was gone, replaced by a black-and-purple babydoll that hardly covered anything, sheer black thigh-highs, a lacy black garter, purple patent-leather heels, and a black silk choker. "Sorry about that," she said.

My sister and I laughed awkwardly.

Iva looked from my sister to me and back to Nat, who was starting to blush, staring at her feet. "I'm not going to feel like a third wheel here, am I?"

"I thought I had to worry about that," Natalie said.

"Really? Cuz I'm the latecomer to this here party," I said.

We all laughed. But an awkward silence followed, as presumably all of us tried to figure out who was way off base. I suppose we all had at least some reason to feel that way. Iva was almost an outsider despite being family, as neither of us had met her until recently. But, though she wouldn't know that, Nat and I had never been nearly as close as Nat and Todd. From Nat's perspective, Iva had been late because she was with me, and she'd brought me along for what was supposed to be a two person affair. But then, as true as it was that Iva and I seemed to be hitting it off, there were more than a few signs that she might be more into women than men. Like the comment about Silas' daughter. Or the way she'd been a lot more focused on Cindy than her sister had been on her earlier. I hadn't really noticed that at the time, but it seemed unmistakable now.

At last, more or less apropos of nothing, Natalie said, "Frank was just telling me that he's going to agree to be one of Brie's vassals."

"Well, I said I was going to ask to be, but apparently there was a standing offer," I said.

"What about you? Any chance we can get you to join the club?" Nat asked Iva.

Iva's eyes widened briefly. She regained her poise almost instantly. I wasn't even sure Nat had noticed. "We'll see. I haven't been anyone's vassal in a long time. But I certainly don't want Her Majesty to think me ungrateful for her granting me asylum."

Nat waved the comment away. "Was just a question. No need to worry about it. Now that Frank's an honorary cool kids," she turned her eyes towards me before adding, "for the first time in his life, I'm sure she's going to consider this little exercise a success."

That was the kid sister I knew and loved. If it weren't for her, I might almost forget that I'd spent most of my life as a lonely nerd. Not that I'd stopped being a nerd at any point, really. But college was good to geeks in a way high school never could be.

Iva came up behind me, running her hands over my shoulders. "As well she should."

"But enough about my stupid brother," Nat said. "I've been thinking about you and all the things you said you were going to do, and it's got me sopping wet."

Two in a row. Now I knew all was right with the world after all.

Iva purred by way of response.

And that had the effect on me that my sister's talk of being sopping wet probably ought to have had. Fuck. It wasn't fair that she could do that to me just by making a stupid little sound in the back of her throat.

My aunt then pushed me aside and, a moment later, she and my sister embraced passionately. Iva took Nat by the hand, led her over to one of the chairs by the small table against the wall, sat her down, and started to give her a lap dance.

My heart raced. Iva really knew how to work her body. Didn't even need any music. There were few women alive who could move like that.

Of course, Brianna was one of them.

After Iva teased Natalie within an inch of her life, Natalie suddenly sprung out of the chair and threw Iva into it and returned the treatment, proving that she was as well.

That ass was absolutely amazing. And she really, really knew how to work it. As nice as it was to watch Brianna own a dance floor, without curves like Iva's or Nat's, she'd never be able to have quite the same effect on me. Granted, the fact that she even came close said a lot in her favor. But as I watched my sister shake her round ass, I forgot all about the other women of the family. I even almost forgot to think to myself that she'd look much better with her natural, ultra-fair skin tone.

I was jerking off furiously by the time the two of them got to the bed. A minute later, I stumbled over to them and sprayed my cum down on the heap of writhing flesh.

They hardly seemed to notice.

Only after they climaxed, together, did they lick each other clean.

I'd hoped that they were done making me wait after that, but no such luck. They took turns fingering and fisting each other while I continued jerking off. It was a helluva sight to behold. They were both so hot, in different ways. And very comfortable with themselves.

Iva was either more talented, more powerful, more comfortable pleasing women, or all of the above. For every orgasm Nat guided Iva through, our aunt brought her two.

Finally, after a few more climaxes apieces, Iva declared that she was going to take a quick break to have a glass of wine.

I was too turned on to wonder where the bottle came from. As Iva poured herself a glass, I climbed into the bed beside my kid sister. Her hair was plastered to her head, her makeup was running, and she stank of sweat and sex, with just a hint of perfume mixed in.

In other words, she looked and smelled great.

Natalie chuckled nervously, propping herself up on her elbows. "Feels like it's been forever since we got together," she said.

"I know," I said, leaning down to plant a soft, exploratory kiss on her lips.

She kissed me back, reservedly.

I leaned back and stared at her, drinking in her beauty. She could keep her hair like that and I wouldn't mind, I decided. It worked for her. The tan had to go, from my perspective, but even that had too often kept me from fully appreciating what a stunning beauty my sister was. I almost wished the athletic type did it for me as much as it did other guys. Even though it didn't, it was hard not to be in complete awe of her.

Just then, I realized that as awkward as the stupid grin on my face must have been, hers was no less so. She should have been mocking me. Asking me whether I was trying to catch flies or something. But she was just staring back at me in silence, a goofy grin on her lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how many times I teased you for being such a nerd. How I'd figured you'd never get laid. And yet here we are, and I'm about to let you have your way with me. I'm not sure if the fact that I'll be picturing you working out math problems on that whiteboard in your room while you're shoving that stovepipe you call a cock inside me makes it awkward, funny, or that much hotter. Maybe all three."

I laughed. "Yeah, well, I'll be thinking of how you always seemed just a bit bitchier whenever you had your friends over. Like you were too cool to admit that you sorta kinda liked your hopeless older brother, just a little bit."

"Sorta kinda?" she said, wrapping a palm around the back of my neck and thrusting her hips up into the air, begging for my fat dick. "Just a little bit? Frank, you know what's about to happen, right? You want a letter of apology or something?"

"Would be nice," I said.

"Shut the fuck up and give it to me already, will ya? Before I change my mind and remember that I have standards."

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but okay," I said.

Our lips met and we enjoyed a passionate kiss for a few heart-pounding moments before I finally slid my hands under her soft thighs, spread her legs wide, and pressed my swollen helmet to her glistening, puffy lips.

To judge by the way she moaned as the very tip of my member slid past, working its way deeper into her love canal, you'd think she was already at the brink of an orgasm.

And, apparently, you'd be right.

I hadn't gotten more than half of the rest inside her before she started shaking gently, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, and fingernails digging into my lats. I waited until the orgasm passed before resuming, each mini-thrust taking me a quarter inch closer to full penetration.

When at long last I buried myself to the hilt inside my sister's warm hole, we took a moment to catch our breath, staring intently into one another's eyes.

Were they brown? With that much green flecked in them, would it be more appropriate to say her eyes were hazel? Whatever color they were, they were gorgeous.

Natalie licked her lips. "Damn, Frank. That feels so good." She rocked her hips, impaling herself on my pole then pulling back before doing so again. Each time, she gasped softly.

I kissed her. Gently at first. But soon, hungrily and aggressively.

Despite my words, I was not really thinking about what a bitch she'd been to me growing up. Which, frankly, she often had been. She could also be a lot of fun when she wasn't trying to prove how cool she was. But, none of that was on my mind at the moment.

All I could think about was how good it felt to be inside her.

I started to pound her furiously. It was a wonder the bed didn't break. Surprisingly, though she clearly was enjoying herself quite thoroughly, she didn't seem to be close to getting off. This, despite the fact that she'd reached her first orgasm before I was all the way inside her. Perhaps she was bottling herself up the way I often did to my partner.

When her next climax finally did hit, nearly ten minutes later, it was a monster. And as she melted around me, I knew I could take however much energy I wanted from her.

Afraid I'd take too much if I let myself, I rolled off her and onto my back.

"Was he really that good?" Iva asked before taking a sip of her wine.

Natalie nodded slowly. Gathering her breath, she ran her hands over her body, and the sweat and other fluids evaporated. Her hair was perfectly styled once again. The stench of sex receded some. "Not sure I'm ready to give him up just yet. One more ride."

Iva laughed. When Natalie mounted me, our aunt slapped her meaty little ass.

My hands roamed her delicious curves as she rode me. Meanwhile, Iva knelt behind us and alternately licked my balls and gave Nat a rimjob. She also reached around my sister's hips and fingered her clit.

This time, Nat didn't last so long. One orgasm came right after the other, and I lost track of the number she had. With each one, I sipped a little bit more from her. Not much, but over the course of all those mini orgasms, it added up. Unfortunately for her, I managed to hold out the whole time and didn't offer her the opportunity to take any of it back.

When she clambered down off me, Natalie mumbled something about a break. She staggered across the room and poured herself a glass of the wine that Iva had conjured up.

Iva slid up beside me, giving my still stiff cock a good tug. "Still good to go?"

I pulled her against me, kissing her deeply.

"Good," she said when she finally broke away, blushing. "For a minute there, it seemed like the two of you might go at it forever."

"Well, I'm not done with her. I absolutely have to have that ass of hers. But I'm ready to switch partners for a little while, sure. You know, until she recovers."

"Jerk," she said, grabbing my nose between her thumb and forefinger.

I ran my hands through her blonde locks. "You have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

"Nice try," she said with a laugh. "But you're still going to pay-"

"I mean it," I said.

She bit off the rest of her sentence, blushed, looked away.

"Seriously. You're breathtaking. I could stare into your eyes for hours."

"Stop!" she said, slapping my chest.

I pulled her on top of me. She yelped playfully, giggled, as she got into position.

Iva didn't have my sister's hips or ass, but her breasts, long since freed from her skimpy lingerie, were absolutely perfect. I might, at times, out of some twisted sense of obligation, tell myself that my mother's were. And probably would again the very next time I saw her, to be honest. But at least for the moment, I was back to thinking I agreed with Jack. There was definite appeal to my mother's absurd curves. But even I had to admit it was just a wee bit too much. Jack had put it perfectly. She was something of a novelty. One look at my mother's extreme hourglass, and you'd simply have to have her at least once. But Iva? I don't think I could ever tire of her. Her breasts were huge, particularly compared to her frame, but they weren't crazy big. Not to the point that they strained one's believability. The same went for her waist-to-hip ratio. There wasn't one woman amongst our kind, so far as I could tell, who had entirely realistic proportions. But Iva, like most women that weren't my mother, had measurements that were close enough to possible that your head didn't hurt when you looked at her. Now that I thought about it, staring at my mother for too long was sort of like starting at 3-D visual puzzles too long.