Homelands Pt. 03 Ch. 05

"That was a long-"

My cousin covered my mouth with a finger. "Forget it, Frank. I appreciate the thought. But I'm not the least bit interested. Really."

"Okay," I said.

She took her finger away.

I turned to Iva. "Can you even do that? Establish a new court? That seems like something the Patriarch would have to sign off on."

"The Matriarch did. Since I am she."

"Oh."

That certainly explained the dramatic increase in power.

She told us the story of how it happened. Or gave us a very brief version thereof, at any rate. After many months of preparation, she Devoured Silas, allowed Deirdre to takeover as queen of the First Autumnal Court, and then went and extracted a pledge of fealty from the queen of the Second Autumnal Court.

And that was that.

She made it sound so easy that one could almost wonder why she hadn't done it years ago, instead of living in exile for so long after Devouring Silas' daughter.

Of course, she'd been a lot weaker then.

We talked for a while about what would be involved in establishing a new court. We'd initially share the Third Autumnal Court's echo of the mortal world, but would eventually need to establish our own. For a while, we wouldn't owe Iva any kind of tribute, the way Silas had expected when he was Patriarch. But that too would change. Basically, we had a grace period to help us get on our feet, but she expected us to be self-sufficient before long.

My aunt made a few remarks here and there about needing to get ready for "what's to come" and things to that effect.

So I finally asked, "So what is to come? I mean, what are you working so hard to prepare for? And what does Daphne have to do with it?"

Brianna, who was slowly warming back up to Iva, slapped my bare upper arm.

"What?" I asked. "If she doesn't want to answer, she doesn't have to. But you can't blame me for being curious."

My cousin rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

Iva smiled wanly. "It's okay. He's right. We can't blame him for being curious." She turned to me. "I can't tell you that yet, dear. I'd love to. I really would. Soon, though. After a few more preparations have been made. Give me, let's say, three months. Then I'll have the two of you over for dinner, and I'll explain everything."

Brianna's eyebrows slowly climbed her forehead.

"Would you like that?"

I put my arm around my cousin's shoulder. Though I spoke to Iva, my eyes were on Brianna as I said, "We sure would."

Brianna smiled faintly. "I suppose we would, yeah."

"Great!" Iva said. "Then let's drink to that, and save the rest of the questions for then. It's about time we got reacquainted with each other more properly, wouldn't you say?"

We agreed.

The wine was good enough to deserve to be savored, rather than chugged like cheap beer. But we just weren't in the mood to do it justice.

Iva got up, came around the side of the table, took Brianna by the hand, and pulled her out of her chair. Music loud enough to make the tree shake began playing, and the two women started dancing with one another.

Words cannot describe how happy that made me.

Brianna slid up between Iva's legs, placing one hand on her ass, and running the other up her thigh, over her hips, back down, then up again, but farther this time. A few more times back and forth and she was running her hand very lightly over Iva's huge breasts.

Meanwhile, Iva held both hands up in the air, with her elbows bent, so that her arms formed a box around Brianna's head. She stared into the shorter woman's eyes intently, but otherwise made no contact with her whatsoever.

If I wasn't hard already, that sure would have done it.

Fuck, I'd punch a baby in the face to have those brown eyes bore into me like that.

When they started making out and fondling each other, I started having a really hard time resisting the urge to jerk off. I was particularly impressed with how they didn't so much as miss a beat, no matter how adventurous their hands got, or how much it seemed like one of them was trying to suck the other's soul out their her mouth. With anyone else, it would have simply looked like foreplay. But those two managed to lock lips and feel each other up without losing their rhythm. Well, perhaps it was somewhat less graceful than before. But, even so, the point was, they were definitely still dancing.

When they got to the point where they were grinding up on each other, one of them shaking their ass against the other's crotch while the latter pretending to spank the former, I came really close to whipping it out. But I wanted to enjoy the show as long as I could.

I even managed to keep it in my pants when Iva feigned biting Brianna's nice, round ass, and when Brianna slipped a few fingers inside Iva's panties.

However, I still made a mess of my boxers.

It wasn't just the dancing that had done that, of course. Couldn't have been. I'd never met a woman who could work a dance floor the way Brianna could. There were only two women who even came close, and one of them was my aunt Iva. So there was no question that watching them dance with each other was just about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

But all I was doing was watching. I hadn't even touched myself yet.

I'd heard of guys ejaculating without any direct stimulation when they got too excited about the imminent prospect of getting laid. For guys like that, watching my aunt and my cousin dance, knowing that a threesome was to follow shortly thereafter, would undoubtedly have done the trick. But I'd never been one of those guys.

Iva had been staring at me over Brianna's shoulder when it had happened though. Had she somehow made me cum with a mere glance? Was that something she could do now?

It pretty much had to be.

That made me think that I'd discover several new and dramatic applications of our talents over the course of her visit.

And I did indeed see a few tricks I hadn't seen before. But not many, and nothing quite as surprising as her ability to make people cum with a mere glance.

Really, the only other thing she did that made a real impression on me was that she made herself look exactly like Aunt Liz.

Which wasn't even surprising because of the extent of the physical transformation. Though I'd never tried going to so far as to mimic the specific appearance of another person, I knew the moment I saw her do it that I could do it too.

Indeed, I proved that to myself shortly thereafter by turning into Dom. Which I'd thought that Brianna would appreciate, seeing as it meant having not one but two of the people she'd lost returned to her. But it turned out she wasn't nearly as amused by me turning into my brother as she was by Iva turning into her mother, so I went right back to myself.

Brianna's reaction notwithstanding, the point was that Iva's feat wasn't impressive because it was difficult to turn into someone else.

No, what was so impressive was that, to my knowledge, she'd never met Liz.

And when I mentioned that, she told me that she drew upon the memories Brie and I had of her. Which, apparently, were vivid enough for her to do a perfect impression. And I mean perfect. Even her smell and taste changed, the sweet but subtle vanilla replaced by a hint of blackberries. It was uncanny.

That said, I wasn't sure there was much that would surprise me anymore about what Iva could glean from inside my head. She still maintained that it was impossible to literally read minds, but it seemed that she could come awfully damn close. So it probably shouldn't have surprised me much that she was capable of pulling off a complete transformation of a woman she'd never met, just by using the images of her my cousin and I had in our minds.

Other than that, though, I got the impression that she was holding back.

More than once, Brianna grew a fat cock and my cousin and I DP'd Iva. Other times, Iva simply laid on her back and let Brianna go down on her while I fucked my cousin from behind. Or she'd let Brianna sit on her face while I fucked her missionary. One way or another, Iva herself never really took control.

I understood why, of course. Even holding back, Iva was still more than capable of satisfying us. And if she decided to pull out all the stops, it was unlikely that either my cousin or I could handle it. But it was still a little disappointing. Part of me was dying to know what it would be like to see everything she was capable f.

To be clear, though, it was disappointing only in that sense.

My mother gave good head. Brianna gave damn good head. But Iva?

Iva was the fucking queen of blowjobs.

The merest touch of her soft lips had me quivering. Not once did I feel the slightest brush of her teeth. She could keep me in her mouth for extended periods of time. Nothing killed a blowjob quicker than having her take her mouth away at the very moment that you were starting to enjoy yourself. That was never a concern with Iva, though.

And that was just what she did physically.

Getting to taste her again, to feel her, smell her, and kiss her, to be inside her, to stare into her big brown eyes and run my hands through her golden locks, brought me no small amount of pleasure. It didn't really matter that she was being fairly passive. She didn't have to do much besides be Iva.

And sharing her with my cousin only made it harder to pretend that I wasn't having the time of my life. The two were both incredibly skilled lovers, yet, in a variety of ways, a study in contrasts. Brianna was wild, aggressive, and kinky. Iva was tender, intimate, and submissive. Brianna had the prettiest face my eyes had ever had the pleasure to look upon, and a reasonably nice ass, but otherwise had a rather underwhelming figure. Iva was prettier than most women, but did not possess the kind of beauty that was painful to behold, the way my cousin did. Her ass left a little something to be desired too. But overall, she had a great body, with the cutest little beginnings of love handles, great hips, and a pair of breasts that one might be tempted to describe as divine.

Though I'd never found MFF threesomes as exciting as it seemed like I should, I'd be hard pressed to name a pair of women I'd enjoy having such a threesome with more than I did those two. And if I did, I'd have to include either Brianna or Iva.

After a while, Brianna had all she could take. While the three of us were taking a breather, she fell asleep. With my arm beneath her, of course.

Iva snickered. "Think you can escape without waking her up?"

"Think so, yeah," I said.

"Good. I'm far from done with you." She floated up off the bed and drifted towards me.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna tap out too, as long as we're at it."

Iva frowned. "Oh. Okay. Um. Is everything all right?"

A jumble of thoughts ran through my mind.

She really didn't seem to think it was possible for me to refuse her.

Maybe that was because I'd so easily slipped back into thinking of her the way I once had, for a while there. Damn, but it had been all too easy to remember how close I'd once come to thinking I was in love with her. How convinced I'd been the whole time that I'd been away from Autumn that when I returned, if my mother was still gone, or if she'd returned and was no longer interested in me, that Iva and I would get together.

But now that I had a moment to catch my breath, reality was starting to edge out those fantasies. Things had changed.

She'd changed.

"I get it," she said, sounding like a little girl who's father told her that they couldn't keep the puppy that had followed her home from school.

"Iva," I began.

But I didn't know what to say.

I didn't want to hurt her. But at the same time, it seemed insane that I was worried about that. Here she was, Autumn's new Matriarch. A woman more powerful than I'd have once thought any of our kind could be. A woman who'd imprisoned my whole family to guard against the possibility that one of us might one day want to sit atop the throne.

I should be worried about what she'd do to me, not the other way around.

"Nevermind. Wouldn't be right to have any fun without Brie anyway," she said, with a faint smile. "Anyway, I'll see the two of you in a few months. For now, the two of you should enjoy one last night together. In the morning, you'll find yourselves in your new court. Along with the rest of the clan."

Before I could reply, my aunt kissed me on the forehead then disappeared.

"Well, shit," I said to myself.

I glanced at my sleeping cousin. Not for the first time, I wondered how she had become the most important woman in my life. Physically, she wasn't exactly my type. As she was keenly aware. She was also the kind of girl I'd hated growing up, and the kind that had hated me. Not to mention her penchant for sadism. True, she seemed content to gratify that through purely consensual acts these days, unlike in the past. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy any of what it led her to propose. But at the same time, I kind of resented the fact that I'd even found out that I was capable of enjoying some of that.

It wasn't really that much of a mystery, though. She might not have the curves I typically preferred, and she wasn't what you might call a proper lady. But she was gorgeous. And fun. And comfortable in her own skin. And, most importantly, willing to accept me for me, even knowing all the worst things about me.

Who was I kidding, thinking I was going to steal my mother back from Uncle Bobby? Was there any reason I even wanted to, besides the fact that she was my mother? I couldn't tell her the truth about Lily. About the things I'd seen, and done, after I went wandering the Homelands in an attempt to hide from myself. I wasn't even sure I'd want to tell her some of the things I enjoyed doing with Brianna. Or, rather, letting Brianna do to me.

And Iva? She'd never exactly presented herself as the most scrupulous person in the family. Unlike some of the worst of our kind, she didn't covet power for its own sake. She saw it as a means to an end. A noble end, one might even say. I was pretty sure I believed that she genuinely wanted to make the world a better place. But pretty much since I'd first met her, I'd known that she was willing to justify an awful lot of things to herself if she thought it helped her achieve that end. Perhaps she was a little more self-reflective now than she'd been in the past. Or she'd finally crossed some lines that gave her pause.

But she crossed them all the same.

And would cross many more still, I had no doubt.

"You should be anyfuckingway," I whispered as I poured myself a glass of Scotch.

"Mmm. Frank?" Brianna mumbled.

"Sorry, baby. Did I wake you?"

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. Her hair was a gorgeous mess. Innocence was not a look often found upon my cousin's face, but in that moment of groggy confusion, I thought that maybe that was precisely what I was seeing.

It suited her. Mostly because it didn't.

"Huh? Oh, no, I was just...." She yawned, stretching her arms above her head. They fell back to her side with a thump. Then she swung her bare legs off the bed. For a moment, they remained outstretched. Then she gradually lowered them to the floor and stood up. "Where'd Iva go?" she asked before taking her first tentative, jerky step.

My heart raced. Damn, she was cute.

"She left."

"Thought you guys'd keep going without me."

"Pass," I said.

Brianna cocked her head quizzically at me. A smile slowly formed. "Yeah?"

With a laugh, I took a sip of my drink, put it down on the counter, and went over to her. I slipped a hand around her waist, hugged her against my chest, and kissed the bird's nest that passed for her hair. "Yeah."

She moaned throatily and ran her hands over my bare chest. "I would've understood."

"Didn't want to."

"Good." She kissed my chest. "Gotta say, though, she almost won me back over. If only we could just get her away from that mother of hers. And from Daphne."

"Yeah."

If only.

I ran a hand through her hair, fixing it up just the way she liked it. And her makeup too, while I was at it. Probably wouldn't have worked if it was a change she'd have opposed, but it turned out to be quite easy.

"What'd you do?" she asked.

A mirror appeared in my hand. I held it up for her.

"Huh. Neat," she said. "Didn't know you could do that."

"Me either," I said.

"You like experimenting with new uses for your power, don't you?" she asked.

Her tone was friendly enough. On the surface. But there was just a bit of an edge to it.

"So?" I asked.

She stepped back, looked away, and folded her arms under her breasts. "Sorry. That wasn't called for. We all do. And most of the time, I like that about you. You can be as dumb as a rock sometimes, but there's no denying that you're creative. Clever, maybe even. And that's hot. It's just. That thing. Did you have to turn into Dom?"

"Oh. That," I said.

My cousin sighed. "It just felt like you don't really believe that I'm in love with you. I mean, how can you still be jealous of him? After these past few weeks?"

"I'm not," I said.

Did she really think I was?

"Are you sure?"

I grabbed my Scotch. After a few sips, I said, "I don't know. On some level, I suppose I am. Maybe I always will be. But that's not on you."

"Right. Your mother. How could I have possibly forgotten about her?"

"Brie."

"Just tell me what you want me to do," my cousin said. "What it would take to make you happy. I'll do it. I've offered to make my breasts bigger. A bunch of times. You keep saying no. What should I be doing instead?"

I grabbed her again. She resisted at first, jerking back softly and giving a little grunt. But she gave in quickly enough and pressed the side of her face against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"You do make me happy. There's nothing else I want from you. I love you."

"I love you too, Frank. A lot. So much it scares me."

"I'm scared too. Maybe it doesn't show all the time, but I am."

"Of what?" she asked. "I'm not the one who's all but promised to throw this all away in order to chase after an old flame. Who, I might add, is with someone else now."

"That's not fair. You know it's not that simple. And you know that's not how things work with us. I'm not going to complain when you sleep with Tood or the twins or whoever."

"What about if I fell in love with them? Moved in with them?"

I didn't reply. How could I?

"Whatever. Nevermind. I'm not going to sit here and beg you to stay with me," she said. "If you need to figure out for yourself that the two of you aren't right for each other, that's fine. I can be patient. For a while. Maybe even as long as it takes for you to get it through your thick skull that I'm the girl for you. If you're lucky." Leaning back and staring up into my eyes, she added, "What I will beg you not to do is don another crown."

Again, I said nothing. That cried out for an explanation. Best wait until she gave it.

"It's not that I don't think you'd make a good king. In fact, I'm sure you would. But it never ends well, Frank. At least not for people like us. And you wouldn't have anyone's support. Besides mine, and that would be grudgingly."

I started to protest, but it was hard to see what I would gain by insisting that my mother would be in my corner. Whether I was right on that point or not, it was best left unsaid.

Nor did it seem wise to ask what she meant by "people like us."

"Think about it, Frank. Every single member of your family has got a reason to, at the very minimum, want to keep you off the throne. For Todd and Holly, those reasons are named Mel and Sean. For your sister, that would be Patrick. Skye and the twins have you to thank for the death of their mother. As do your own children. Who's going to be eager-"