Homelands Pt. 05 Ch. 06

It took a long time to coordinate everything. Just getting Nick inside her ass again, now that Eric was stretching her snatch good and wide, posed a challenge. Finding a way to make their movements work together, rather than at cross purposes, wasn't any easier. A few times, she came very close to calling it a failed experiment.

In the end, though, everything started to gel. The sheer amount of physical stimulation was just this side of unbearable. And it was, as she'd hoped, a total power trip. She was the center of the universe. Her two brothers were slaves to her needs. Their hands went where she directed them. They went no slower and no faster than she commanded. And all the while, they showered her with compliments.

It wasn't long after she rode her brothers to a series of intense climaxes that Patty fell asleep, right there on the cum-stained cushion.

#

The time with Patty was more than welcome. Eric hadn't realized quite how much he'd missed her. While she'd been gone, it had never quite hit him that he might never see his sister again. He'd been too preoccupied with other thoughts, not least of which were figuring out how to get her back and arguing with the others about precisely that.

But, as fun as it was to fool around with her again, that wasn't the release he'd been craving. After the whole ordeal with Phil and Nina and Hank, from their brief period of imprisonment to his uncle's death to his father's ascension, what Eric needed was his mother.

It made him feel like a horrible person, but when Patty passed out and Nick carried her inside to sleep in a clean bed, Eric was relieved. Not that she didn't deserve a little something special. She did, and he was glad to give it to her. But so did his mother. And he was eager to focus all his attention on her.

Whereas Eric had collapsed back down to a single body after Patty tapped out, Nick's double remained. The two of them shared Gabby while the other Nick continued to enjoy some alone time with Veronica.

To start out, Eric and Nick played with Gabby's breasts, suckling at her pink nipples the way they had as infants. There they stood, side by side, worshiping her natural wonders.

Next, they took turns eating her pussy. Gabby tasted so good that Eric was beginning to see cunnilingus as a treat for him as much as for her. His sister's juices were pleasant enough, but when he went down on Patty, he was aware that he was doing her a favor. With his mother, though, he'd have been glad to bury his face between her thighs for hours.

Well, maybe not hours. The need to be inside her couldn't be ignored for that long. But it still came as a surprise to him that he enjoyed giving her head as much as he did.

After they pleasured her, Gabby sucked the two of them off at the same time. She would take one of them in her mouth for a few moments while jerking the other off, holding him by her face, switch cocks, then switch again. The whole time, Eric had been on edge, nervously wondering if she might make them joust for her amusement.

If she had, he'd have done it, simply to see the smile on her face.

There wasn't much Eric wouldn't do to put a smile on his mother's face. But he was definitely glad that she hadn't asked him to do that.

After he and his brother coated Gabby from forehead to navel in their cum, she cleaned herself up and said she was ready to have their stiff dicks inside her.

To think, he'd once preferred Olivia and even Zoey. How fucking crazy was that?

His cousin was pretty enough, but she lacked curves. And his aunt was a downright bitch. He hadn't quite realized that before. She'd always been uptight, but he'd somehow convinced himself that the woman he'd known growing up wasn't the real Zoey. That she'd only been wearing a mask, like his mothers. Only now was he realizing that however much their appearances had changed, the people inside never had. The woman he'd fallen in love with was the very same one who'd cut the crusts off his sandwiches and tied his shoes and criticized all his girlfriends. And, by the same token, Zoey was a lot nicer to look at now than she had been when he was a kid, but she was the same overprotective, controlling, judgmental cunt she'd always been.

And she wasn't anywhere near as hot as he'd once thought either.

Maybe his resentment for the way she'd treated his mother was coloring his perception, but he honestly couldn't remember why he'd once thought she was so attracted. Her long legs were almost like flower stems, her ass was a joke, and her breasts were only big by the standards of a world obsessed with anorexic waifs.

If they never saw Aunt Zoey again, that would be just fine with Eric.

Olivia, he'd done wrong by. Thinking about the way he'd been obsessed with her in the past gave him the same sense of shame that he got when he thought back to when he'd let Patty talk him into taking tap dance lessons with her. But however his thoughts about female body image had changed, his cousin deserved more from him. They'd been so close for so long. Granted, his cousin hadn't stopped wearing masks after they'd been initiated into the ways of their family, so he'd never really known her as well as he'd thought he had. But, in the end, she'd proved herself to be her father's daughter more so than her mother's.

Not even a week ago, he'd have thought it an insult to Olivia to say that she took after Uncle Wes more than she did Aunt Zoey. But a lot had changed since then. He'd failed to look past the surface with Uncle Wes. And with Olivia too.

One day, he'd have to make things right with his cousin.

One day.

"You know, I was afraid it might be a long time before we got to do this again," Nick told Gabby while they all took a break to catch their breath, his words breaking Eric out of his reverie. "This may sound weird, but it was always with you that I really felt like I was satisfying my Oedipal complex."

Eric snickered.

He was glad that his brother was helping him give Gabby her proper due, but who was Nick kidding? Yes, Gabby was his mother. In a sense. But not in the same way that Jennifer was, and certainly not the sense that she was Eric's mother. Sure, any guy who shared the age old obsession with mother-son sex would immediately recognize that Gabby was the very embodiment of motherly beauty. She had such broad hips, so perfectly suited to bearing children, and incredibly large breasts that were ideal for nurturing those children.

But all three of them knew full well that Nick had been thoroughly obsessed with Jennifer before he'd fallen head over heels for his sister.

Perhaps, like Eric, he'd seen the light. That wasn't what he'd said though. Here he was, claiming that Gabby had always made him feel like he was acting out the primal drama that haunted all men's fantasies more than his birth mother ever had.

And that was a fucking load of bullshit.

His mother seemed to be buying it though. "That's not weird at all," she told Nick, brushing his cheek with the backs of her fingers. "Your mother's a beautiful woman. But she couldn't, wouldn't, give you what you needed."

"Exactly," Nick said.

And how would Jennifer like to hear him say that? How would Veronica?

Eric cleared his throat as he stepped up behind Gabby and wrapped his arms around her. "There's no one else like her. Not in Summer, or anywhere else."

His mother purred and leaned back against his chest.

Nick's lips tightened. On the surface, Eric had been agreeing with him. But he'd also subtly signaled to his brother that Gabby was his. And that wasn't lost on Nick.

He'd always been the perceptive one.

"So. Who's for double penetration?" his mother asked, apparently oblivious to the little duel her sons were having over her. Or perhaps amused by it.

That made Eric's heart beat faster. This wasn't something she was open too. It was something she wanted. Craved, even. Because his mother's sexuality knew no bounds. Nothing intimidated her, and nothing was quite enough for her.

He was not worthy of such a goddess.

But, then, no man was. Whomever she settled for, she'd be doing worse than she deserved. It was only through pure luck that Eric had turned out to be the winner of that lottery.

It didn't take them nearly as long to get things going properly as it had with Patty. This was only the third time he'd done this with his mother, but each time, she grew more comfortable with it. The eagerness with which she requested it this time, the utter lack of nervousness or discomfort she showed as they got into position, so unlike the reluctance Patty had shown, made Eric's dick throb.

The three of them become one, their movements perfectly harmonized as they marched in lockstep towards climax. Nick's hands busied themselves with Gabby's breasts while Eric fondled and lightly slapped his mother's ass. Then Nick's attention drifted downward and Eric played with his mother's huge fun bags. All the while, Gabby worked her hips, riding her two stallions like the world depended on it.

When they reached their orgasms, they did so in unison. Afterwards, they collapsed together in a sweaty, sticky heap.

#

After all they'd been through, Veronica couldn't blame Nick for wanting to spend some time with Patty. She even convinced herself that there was nothing wrong with the fact that he'd shared Gabriela with Eric even though Eric hadn't felt the need to get reacquainted with Veronica. In fact, she was so relieved to see everyone again that she'd have been glad to hook up with some of the blonde-haired beauties herself.

But when she and her brother finally retired to one of the many luxurious bedrooms in the newly renovated Moody Summer home, Veronica felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

They weren't a couple, however much she wanted to believe that they were. Their kind didn't work that way. He could, and should, avail himself of the other women in the family. Just as she was free to take other men into her bed. Veronica understood that. And she was okay with it. More than okay, even. She looked forward to getting back to the cabin and discovering what it was like to make love to her grandfather without having to share him with Annie. So long as it was clear that Nick considered her special, that she could trust that whatever they did during the day, it was her bed he'd lie in at night, Veronica didn't care how much recreational sex they had with other people.

It would be nice if he made it easier for her to believe that it was strictly recreational with the others though. The way he looked at Patty, the breathless tone with which he spoke both to and about her, awakened something ugly in Veronica. When he'd carried her into the house, he'd looked like a loving father putting his daughter to bed, or a groom crossing the threshold with his bride on the night of their wedding. She loved her sister to death, and it pained her to feel this way towards her. But she was having a harder time convincing herself that the attention Nick showed her meant nothing than she did with Gabriela.

Veronica had been tempted to ask Nick to carry her into the bedroom, but she knew how silly that would sound. In fact, she'd have been lucky if all her brother thought was that it was silly. Knowing him, he'd have guessed exactly what was going through her mind.

Of course, her Libido had undoubtedly betrayed her already. But so long as she did her best to keep it to herself, he couldn't hold it against her, could he?

He closed the bedroom door behind them then took her in his arms. Her heart raced and her pussy ached. When Nick bent down, she closed her eyes and puckered up. But he only planted a peck on her cheek, cruelly leaving her lips unkissed.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," he said.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

Did that sound as desperate and pathetic to his ears as it did hers? Why hadn't she kept her fool mouth shut? If he'd wanted to shower together, he'd have asked her to join him.

"I'll just be a minute," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Okay," she said as she ran her fingers down his chest and between his chiseled abs. "Don't keep me waiting."

"Never," he said with a faint grin.

Just as he started to pull away, she slipped the tips of two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled back gently. "Is something wrong?"

Her brother tilted her head back with a single finger. Their eyes met and her brother's unyielding gaze melted Veronica's spine. "You tell me," he said.

She looked away.

"Vee."

"It's stupid," she said.

He kissed the top of her head. "No it's not." His fingers ran through her hair. She loved when he did that. It didn't feel like much, but every little touch from her brother took her breath away. The littlest ones most of all. "What would be stupid would be for me to ignore the fact that something's bothering my baby."

"Say it again," she said.

"That you're my baby?" he asked with a wan smile.

Veronica tapped her fist against her brother's stony midsection so softly that it couldn't really be called a punch. "You know what I mean."

"I love you, Veronica."

She sighed.

If she lived another hundred years, she'd never tire of hearing him say it. But never again would it carry the same weight as when he'd said it for the first time.

"You, and only you," he added.

"Go take your shower."

"I mean it. No one else-"

"No, I know," she said as her hands made their way up to his hard chest and over to his exquisite deltoids. Each head was prominent and cleanly separated from the others. "I'm just being a stupid girl. You don't need to say any more."

"I'm glad she's back," he said. "I was worried about her. Same as you were." Those eyes of his were so dark. So unlike their father's. Yet every bit as arresting. Had she noticed that before? Once he locked gazes with her, she was completely powerless. Couldn't move, couldn't tell him that she'd already said he didn't need to explain himself, couldn't do anything but stare back at them. "But I'm not in love with her."

Veronica responded by kissing his chest.

"Say the word and I'll promise never to touch her again."

Her throat went tight. Did he think her so petty? How could she demand that of him, when she herself wouldn't agree to avoid all other men?

"Seriously, Nick. Go take your shower," she said. "You stink."

He chuckled, kissed the top of her head, gave her butt a soft smack, then left.

With a snap of her fingers, Veronica cleaned herself up. Then she changed out of her bathing suit and into something a bit naughtier. Nick hadn't said anything, but she'd noticed the way he reacted the one time she'd worn stockings and heels for him. The sheer black baby doll and lacy panties made her feel sexy, but the red patent leather stilettos and fishnet thigh-highs were ridiculous. Not skanky, exactly, but like she was trying to be something she was not. She knew that Nick would like them though.

No, it was too much.

With a thought, her shoes turned into black pumps and her stockings went from fishnet to opaques. That was still a bit out of character for her, but she could see herself gradually becoming the kind of woman who felt at home in them. They were almost tasteful.

The pumps didn't make nearly as much noise as the stilettos would have as she walked over to the mirrored dresser. Veronica studied her face for a few moments before setting to work on her makeup. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyebrows never looked right, no matter how much she shaped them or plucked them or willed them to fill out. But she had nice eyes. Twin to her brother's eyes, really. And her lips had always made other girls jealous. Even Annie, who never missed an opportunity to tear her down. Veronica had always been proud of her hair too. Would Nick prefer it blonde though? Was that it?

"Of course not," she told herself with a sigh. "And there's no 'it' anyway."

She'd just finished fixing her makeup when the bedroom door squeaked open.

"Oh, hey Vee," Patty said. "Was looking for you guys. Sounded so quiet in here, though, I figured the room had to be empty."

"Nick's taking a shower," she said.

"Ah." Reluctantly, her sister came into the room, closing the door behind her.

Patty did look good. There'd have to be something wrong with Nick to ignore here.

She wore a flimsy white top that you could see right through and a matching pair of panties. With the sun shining right on her through the open window behind Veronica, Patty's skin looked paler than it was. Veronica would hate to see what she'd look like if her tan faded, but her sister could probably pull off the fair-skinned look.

The girl had a slamming little body too.

She was of even shorter than Veronica's mother and had a waist the size of Olivia's, despite having a woman's hips. Only Gabriela had a more extreme waist-to-hip ratio. Ever modest and self-deprecating, Patty had often referred to her thick thighs as haunches. But as she stared at her sister, Veronica found herself more than a little jealous of the girl's legs. The message they'd received all their lives from the mortal world was that thin was beautiful. But Veronica had always thought real women had curves. And Nick thought so too. Patty's breasts might not have been as big as Veronica's, but her sister had a lower body that had to be seen to be believed. If she chose to wear stockings and heels, Veronica herself might have to pounce on her. She could only imagine how Nick would react.

"Sorry if I hogged all the attention earlier," Patty said, fretting at her lower lip. "Just felt so good to be home again."

Home?

Maybe that's what Summer was, after all. Or maybe it didn't matter where you were, so long as you were with your family. One way or another, her sister's choice of words struck Veronica as oddly appropriate.

"Nice to have you home," Veronica said.

Patty smiled. "You're not mad at me?"

"Why would you think that?"

"You look like you're ready to snap someone's head off. And I don't have any of my stuffed animals here with me."

Oh, god. Did Patty still remember that? They'd been thirteen at the time. With all those hormones pumping through their bodies, it was a wonder that they'd never done anything worse to each other.

"Discovered you've got a knack for reading Libidos too?"

"So you are mad at me?" Patty said, folding her arms across her stomach.

"No," Veronica said, walking over to her sister. "No," she said again, taking Patty in her arms. Her sister smelled like peaches. The way she tasted. Suddenly, Veronica felt flushed. "I'm just a bit of a mess. These past few days have been crazy."

Patty pushed a lock of hair back from Veronica's face. Not with the familiarity that Nick would have. Hesitantly, like she didn't want to presume too much. That innocent, vulnerable little gesture drained still more of the poison from Veronica's blood.

"I'm so sorry I put you all through that," her sister said.

"You didn't," Veronica said. "From the sound of it, Kurt did."

"I guess. But he didn't mean to either."

"It's okay. No one's mad at him," Veronica said. Her hands drifted from the small of Patty's back to her ass. "Just meant that you certainly have nothing to apologize for."

Damn. It hurt to admit, but she could see why Nick wasn't too impressed with her ass, why he was so impressed with Patty's. It was big, but not overly soft. Soft enough to be all kinds of squeezable, but there were mounds of steel beneath that layer of padding.

"I'm not sure I'd say no one's mad at him," Patty said. "Just not for that reason."

Veronica gave her sister a bemused grin. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not really," Patty said. "Mostly I want you to throw me down on the bed, rip my clothes off, and have your way with me."