Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 03

Suppose their mother wore her hair a little differently one day? Put on a different shade of eyeshadow than she usually wore? Or that Patty did so?

"The heart," he said, in answer to her question.

Veronica snickered.

"Too much?"

She mimed sticking her fingers down her throat.

"Okay, okay," he said, grinning.

Yes, grinning. The cute, dimpled bastard. Didn't he even have the good sense to know that she was mocking him?

He gave her a peck on the cheek before saying, "I guess I just realized that I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately. I want to make sure you know how important you are to me. How glad I am that I get to share my life with you."

Her breaths came quick and shallow, and it was a struggle to keep her mask on. Not that it would even matter, as he'd no doubt noticed the way her Libido has responded.

That last bit came awfully close to being over the top. But it hadn't quite crossed the line. In fact, if she'd written him a damn script, his words couldn't have been more perfect.

"So what's the surprise?" she asked. As she did, she twisted about and gave one hip a sharp jerk, shoving a toweled butt cheek into her brother's crotch.

"Mmm," he said. "Don't tempt me."

"With what?" she asked.

"It's a surprise," he said.

"Your temptation?"

"No, the surprise," he said. "That's why I called it `a surprise', strangely enough."

"Pithy."

He kissed her hair again, then tossed aside the towel. The wrong one.

With a snap of his fingers, her hair was not only dry, but styled just the way she liked it.

"How do you know I wasn't going to wear it differently today?"

"You weren't," he said, kissing her shoulder.

"I might have."

Ignoring her response, he slowly eased the other towel away.

In spite of herself, Veronica gasped. At least she managed to resist the instinctive urge to cover herself up with her hands.

They stared into the mirror together, he at her body and she at her brother's eyes. The raw hunger there hardened her nipples and dampened her vulva.

At that point, if he'd changed his mind about going into the city, proposed spending the day in bed instead, she'd not have refused.

But he didn't. He left a trail of kisses down her back, then stood back up and snapped his fingers again. With that, a few more steps in her "get ready to meet the world" ritual became unnecessary.

Veronica found herself wearing a touch less makeup than she usually did, a tight black tank top with a silver vest over it, and a denim skirt. The black pumps with silver bows tied everything together perfectly.

"Those shoes are hideous," she said. "Whoever trained you did a terrible job."

"Lies," he said.

"And if this vest was any tighter, my ribcage would cave in."

He slid his hands up the rough fabric of the vest, til his hands came to rest over her breasts. Even with a padded bra, tank top, and thick vest between his hands and her nipples, her brother had to sense how hard they were.

"Think we found the real problem," he said.

Veronica jabbed an elbow in her brother's ribs. But she hardly put any effort into it.

He recoiled for a moment, grinning as he did, then pulled back against her. His hands squeezed her boobs like pillows. He buried his face in her neck and she very nearly climaxed.

Then, without warning, he stepped back.

She almost toppled over backwards. Might have, if she was wearing real heels. As it was, she barely regained her balance.

"Clit-tease," Veronica muttered under her breath.

She pulled herself back together, pretending that she hadn't for even a moment been anything less than graceful. Then she strutted towards her brother like a model who owned the runway. Taking the collar of his silk shirt in her hands, she pulled Nick in for a kiss.

He kissed her back.

Gently, at first. Then with more and more hunger. His lips nibbled at hers and his tongue danced in her mouth. Meanwhile, his hands gripped her neck and ass tight.

Just as she was sure that they'd end up in bed, he pulled away. Again. The bastard.

"We should get going," he said. "Even with the time differential, can't be gone too long."

"Why not?"

"Got to go talk to Annie tonight," Nick replied. "You and me."

"We do, huh?"

"You prefer I go alone?" he asked, presumably as a rhetorical question.

"No," she said, with a sigh, "but play your cards right and I might let you go alone."

She didn't like it, but Annie would probably be more talkative with Nick seducing her than the two of them questioning her.

#

As they moved the party outside, Patty found herself so nervous that she could barely walk. It probably didn't help that she'd traded her sandals, jeans, and cropped top for heels and lingerie. But it was mostly the nerves.

She looked too good in the lingerie for her to consider the change a mistake. The lacy white chemise clung to her curves and was thin enough that you could see her pink panties through it. Her white thigh highs had pink bands at the top, and her suede pink pumps were absolutely fabulous. Eric had stared his eyes out when she'd slipped out of the booth.

Her little stumble might have undermined the effect, but she suspected her brother's mind was still deep in the gutter, where she wanted it. Otherwise, he'd be running all the various arguments for why she shouldn't be rushing things with Mike through his mind.

Not that there wasn't a lengthy list of perfectly valid reasons. Patty was aware of that. She just had a feeling that things would work out. That she'd finally found the guy for her.

Her new brother made her feel the way no other guy ever had. He was sweet and kind and modest, yet powerful, confident, and exotic. He didn't talk down to her, or to anyone else. Yet she knew that he had it in him the play the same game the others played, if he so desired. He wasn't opting out of the struggle for power because he feared that he'd do poorly at it, but because he genuinely didn't want it. Didn't want anything besides her.

If Eric was thinking straight, and hadn't caught the warning shots their mother had fired across his bow, he'd tell Patty that it could be an illusion. That Mike was pretending to be exactly who she wanted him to be just to get her to fall for him. And, if they were there, Veronica and Nick would agree. Veronica because she'd see it the same way, and Nick because he always agreed with Veronica.

It wasn't that Patty couldn't understand why they might think that. She just knew that they were wrong. Though she lacked Nick's enviable talent for reading Libidos, she wasn't entirely helpless on that front herself. And she found no red flags when she was with Mike. Not like she had with Kurt. It wasn't that she wanted this to be real so bad that she was ignoring what was right in front of her face. The warning signs really weren't there.

If Eric couldn't see that, then best he focus on something else.

That wasn't the only reason she wanted this, though. Later, they'd tell their father and Mike's mother that they intended to return to the Playground and start a family. Assuming those two were as willing to bite their tongues as Eric and her mother were, which Mike assured Patty they would be, that meant that her father would really be the one to give her away. But, in her mind, that was her overprotective brother's job, not her absent father's. And there was only one way for her brother to give her away.

Oh, and it was important for her mother to welcome Mike to the family too. But whatever. That wasn't what concerned Patty. Not just at the moment anyway.

After they got a dozen paces or so out into the backyard, with the pool and raised deck off to their side, Eric snapped his fingers, conjuring a chaise lounge. Then he abruptly turned to face Patty. His blue eyes bore deep into her. There wasn't so much as a hint of emotion on his face. He just stared at her intently, face utterly impassive.

"Eric," she said, pressing her little hands against his broad chest.

Out of the corner of her eye, Patty saw Mike hesitantly leaning down to kiss her mother.

Why wasn't this easier? Why did her stomach feel tied all in knots and her throat tight? It wasn't like she'd never had sex with Eric before. He wasn't usually as gentle as Nick tended to be, but never before had he scared her.

Not that she was scared even now. Just really anxious. So anxious that she might vomit.

If only he would do something. Say something. Adopt a damned facial expression of some kind. Anything to let her knew how he was feeling or what he was thinking.

Mike had now shed his draconic appearance. His skin turned smooth and, by the standards of Summer, fair. Where a bald pate and silvery spines had been, there was now rich brown hair. He was tall, lean, and handsome. Just like he had been when Patty had taken him inside her the first time.

"When did my kid sister grow up?" Eric finally asked.

"Stop," she said.

Boy, nothing got her juices flowing like being reminded of how childlike everyone thought she was. Powerfully arousing, that.

"I hope he knows that if he hurts you, I'll become Eric the dragonslayer."

"He won't," Patty replied.

Her brother pushed a stray ringlet back from her shoulder. "Does he know what you like? That you're not the sweet, innocent, little flower that everyone thinks you are?"

Patty's blood starting pumping faster.

Eric's voice dropped lower. "I bought for a long time myself," he said. "But I've noticed how you get all worked up when I fuck you like an animal."

"You think so, huh?" she asked.

Not that she thought she was fooling anyone. If he couldn't sense the response in her Libido, he had to at least have noticed her chest rising and falling rapidly or how her pupils had dilated. With just a few words, her brother had lit a fire deep within her.

He leaned in as if to nibble at her ear, his breath warm against her skin. She shuddered in anticipation. The longer his lips failed to make contact with her body, the more pressure she felt building up within her. Her whole body tingled.

"You're not the only one people force into a little box," he whispered. "I'm going to show you a side of me you haven't seen before."

That would have to be something of an exaggeration. Since returning from the Eternal Garden, she'd seen more than a few signs of her brother's evolution. That their mother had made a well-rounded lover out of him. He was still wild and passionate most of the time, but he had acquired a measure of control and finesse that he'd once lacked. If the surprise was going to come in the form of him seducing her slowly, tenderly, affectionately, well, that would be something of a first, but it wouldn't be entirely without precedent.

At least, that's what she thought when he first said it.

Within a few minutes, Patty realized that her brother had been right. She'd really had no idea just what a treat she was in for.

"Oooh, yeah, yeah, just like that," she panted as Eric licked her little lady.

He brought her to the edge then backed away. His cool eyes met hers for a few long moments then he went right back to it. He held her thick legs in his hands while his mouth and tongue worked their magic. To judge by the way he held her, his fingers never still, and the frequency with which he turned to one side or the other so that he could kiss her thighs, she could almost believe he liked her legs. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself all around. He wasn't on a quest, or racing towards a destination. He was teasing and playful, and he frequently smiled up at her, laughing.

Patty had rarely felt so comfortable with a man between her legs. Veronica had long been able to put her at ease like that, but few men could. Even Nick, talented as he was, sometimes gave her the impression that he was showing off more so than actually enjoying himself. That boy knew how to work his tongue and fingers. But, of late, Patty felt an emotional distance with him that kept her from enjoying his ministrations fully.

"God, that's good," she told her brother, raking her nails through his luxuriant hair.

At least, what she said probably sounded a lot like that. There were enough shudders in there, causing her voice to vibrate, that it might have been somewhat incoherent.

Once Eric's fingers joined the party, she knew it wouldn't be long before she exploded, and that her climax would be really intense. He went slow with them at first, but she was so into it already that he didn't need to waste his time with a slow build. And he seemed to sense that. Shortly after the two digits slipped inside her, they were at war with her G-spot. The steady tap-tap-tap against her sensitive, spongy flesh was excruciatingly pleasurable.

Ejaculate sprayed out from between her legs. Eric raised his mouth up from her clit, but his fingers kept working. He smiled at her as he kept up the puppeteer act.

Patty howled and threw her head back on the lush cushion of the lounge chair. Her legs spasmed and her hand twitched as the orgasm overtook her. The conscious, thinking, worrying, insecure part of her took a back seat, and her body went on autopilot.

The entirety of Patty's existence was ecstasy. Sweet release.

Eventually, her senses returned to her, and she found her breath again. She smiled up at her brother, who knelt at the foot of the lounge chair, watching her. That was when she was supposed to tell him how good it had been. But she couldn't. Her limbs were jelly, her tongue lead. All she could do was smile.

"Didn't give you an overdose, did I?" he asked, shaking a big toe with two of his fingers.

"Still among the living," she said after a fashion.

"Good," Eric said. "Cause I'm not done with you."

"You are if I say you are," Patty replied.

"Do you?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

A naughty grin spread across Patty's face. She spread her legs open and reached down to rub her vulva with the palm of her hands. "She's telling me `no'."

Her brother purred like a jungle cat before crawling atop her.

Having proven his point earlier, Eric dropped the slow and seductive act. He fucked Patty as thoroughly as he ever had, that fat cock of his sliding in and out of her tight pussy faster and harder than made any damned sense. His hands ripped her chemise away and groped at her breasts. Or one would reach down and lifted her hips up off the leather so the other could fondle her ass. He fucked her missionary then doggy, then flipped her on her back again and pressed her knees up to her chest. Her gorgeous brother fucked her fast, he fucked her hard, and he fucked her good.

At one point, he grew a second dick and fucked her pussy and her ass at the same time. That had been more intense, in the best possible way, than she could have imagined. Nothing like having two guys at the same time. The few times she'd done that, the guy on the bottom would keep still while the other one did all the work, and both would be deathly afraid of coming into contact with one another. Both rods attached to the same body, they slid in and out of her holes at the same time, and with equal force. It was wonderful.

Patty did most of the cumming. But in the end, Eric filled her holes up what good.

#

"It's not just me, right?" Mike asked as he stepped back from her.

Gabriela ran a hand lightly over his lightly tanned forearm. "No, sweetie."

"Am I doing something wrong?" he asked.

"No," she said again.

It wasn't what he was doing so much as who he was. Who his mother was. She didn't love the idea of Patty entering into a mortal marriage with a guy she barely knew, but she'd have had an easier time with it if he'd been any other woman's daughter.

She wanted to so badly not to care. Had been proud of herself when she'd kept Eric from voicing his objections. But now that the boy wanted her to welcome him into the family by welcoming him into her body, she was finding it a little harder to be such an understanding and accepting future mother-in-law.

Would he give her green-skinned, scaly grandchildren?

No, of course not. It wasn't genetic. It was supernatural. He looked that way because he saw himself that way, and he was powerful enough that his body rearranged itself to match his self-image whether he willed it to or not. And that he indeed would pass on to whatever children he and Patty had. The two of them were related by blood. Only on their father's side, but even so, their children would be inbreds.

Purebreds, to use a more appropriate term.

Each generation of purebreds was stronger than the one before it, Hank had told her. Any children Patty had with a man who shared the same father would be powerful to begin with. That her children's father would himself be a purebred would only further ensure that they'd be exceptionally gifted in the supernatural department.

Gabriela tried to focus on that. To see the beautiful, powerful, good-hearted children he'd give Patty. And tried not to think of the fact that they'd be more Fisher than Moody. Perhaps that would only be true in a technical sense. He didn't seem to have much of his mother or father in him, save for their unflappable temperament. Patty could do worse than to settle down with a guy who'd never lose his temper.

"We don't have to," Mike said.

"You don't want to?" she asked.

His eyes roamed over her body, and she caught the glimmer of silver in his eyes. Those cool irises had a distinct metallic quality to them, but they were almost colorless. So different from his father's emerald orbs.

Yet not so unlike her late brother's gray beauties.

Come to think of it, that was hardly the only similarity between Mike and Wes. Both were black sheep, in a sense. Her brother had been so unlike House Moody's other scions. And Mike was on the fast track to disappointing House Fisher. She could imagine that Mike, like Wes, was the kind of guy whose heart rarely pointed him in the wrong direction, yet who was capable of making decisions in a cool, detached manner when necessary.

If Mike was who he seemed to be, her daughter could do a lot worse.

By the time the lusty grin spread across the boy's face, Gabriela had already changed her mind. She took a step forward, and he swept her up in his lean, hard arms. They were surprisingly strong for how wiry they were. He lifted Gabriela off the ground as though she weighed nothing at all before pressing his lips to hers.

He wasn't necessarily the best kisser she'd ever come across. Or needed to work on making a better first impression. But he was young yet. Newly initiated. If Patty knew what she was doing, she could mold him and shape however she wanted.

"Why don't you just sit back and let me do my thing?" she asked the youth.

Before he could respond, she conjured up a chair, pressed two fingers against his breastbone, and shoved him into it. He landed with an "Oof!" but otherwise offered no objection.

Slowly, tantalizingly, Gabriela stripped for him. It wasn't quite a lap dance. She didn't grind up against him enough. But she had his undivided attention, that was for sure. By the time she dropped the sundress to the grass, his eyes looked like silver saucers and his pants were working under conditions they hadn't agreed to when they'd taken the job. His cheeks were a little flushed and his knuckles white. The poor kid.

Any other man in his position would have tried to cop a feel. Would have at least run a hand over her thighs, even if he didn't grope her tits and ass.

Not Hank and Nina's son. Whatever else he might or might not have inherited from them, he had their self-control. That was a quality no Moody would ever exhibit.

She made a challenge of it. Her ass danced nearer and nearer his crotch. There was just enough space for his hands to slip in and take hold of her smooth flesh. Yet they remained by his side. So then Gabriela shook her breasts in his face. Again, he simply sat there, fascinated but immobile. Even after she unhooked the bra, turned around, and wiggled her shoulders at him, he still didn't take the hint.