Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 04

Seeing how small his sister looked perched atop it, how dark and sinister the glassy black surface an its red veins looked in contrast to Patty's white floral print dress, he finally resolved to replace it. He'd liked the way it gave their quarters a sense of gravitas, but suddenly that seemed comical and pretentious.

Or maybe he only felt embarrassed about their interior design because of Patty. What right did he have to take himself so seriously? No wars had been fought on his behalf, no uncles had given their lives to rescue him from danger he'd never been in to begin with. He didn't hate himself for realizing that he was afraid of someone he'd once thought he'd loved, someone he'd nonetheless been more than happy to sleep with one last time.

"Care for a drink?" he asked her.

She finally looked up, her cold blue eyes meeting his. "Sure."

A shiver ran down Nick's spine. As far back as he could remember, those eyes had been bright and shining, filled with joy. Some of that had gone away after they'd discovered the Homelands, but it had seemed to come back since she'd met Mike. One afternoon with Kurt, though, and it was like the Patty he knew and loved was gone.

Nick conjured up a round of drinks and handed them to his sisters.

As Veronica sipped the frozen concoction through her plastic straw, she studied him. Her dark eyes were like a weight on his shoulders. Nick could almost hear her words as she asked herself what he was thinking.

"Well, even if we can't all expect to be treated to orgies when we go to worship," Nick said, meeting his sister's gaze, "it doesn't seem like it'll be so bad having them here."

"Not at all," Patty said, almost sounding like she meant it.

Veronica gave Nick the faintest of smiles.

For a moment, he forgot all about the Temple of the Sun and the Eternal Garden. There was no room in his mind for any thoughts save those pertaining to how incredibly sexy his sister looked in her ruby red heels, sheer black thigh highs and lacy garter, silk panties, and a black corset covered with silver embroidery.

"I just don't understand what they get out of all this," Veronica said.

Nick shrugged. "Me either."

"The pleasure of our company," Patty said.

Nick snorted. "I'm sure that's it."

"What?" his sister asked. "I, for one, am quite pleasant to be around."

"That you are," Veronica said, offering Patty a warm smile.

When she replied with the cutest blush, it almost seemed like everything was okay. Nick almost wished he couldn't read Patty's Libido. Wished he could believe that she wasn't putting on a show for their benefit, playing the part everyone expected her to play. Wished he didn't see that she knew some awful truth that she refused to share with them.

No, that wasn't fair. If she really knew something, she wouldn't keep it to herself. The dark pall hung over her because she feared that she'd discovered something that afternoon, but she wasn't yet certain that she had.

Hiding an amused smirk behind her cocktail glass, Patty added, "Why they'd insist on making you two visit the temple, though, is beyond me."

Veronica made an indignant noise as she took the lime wedge out of her margarita and tossing it at Patty. Their sister laughed as she held up a hand reflexively. There'd been no need, though. Equally reflexively, she plucked the projectile out of the air. Nick felt the tiniest ripple in Patty's Libido a split second before the lime ceased to exist.

The girl had always been more talented than either he or Veronica with that sort of thing. Even so, Nick found himself marveling at the feat. It hadn't taken any more effort, or energy, for her to dismiss the lime than it had for him to conjure it, along with their drinks, in the first place. But he couldn't have done it so quickly, so instinctively.

"So," Veronica said, apparently less impressed than Nick was with their sister's command of their abilities, "on a different note, how's Mike?"

A grin spread across Patty's face and she let out a sigh that warmed Nick's heart. A little twinge of jealousy followed it, but as quickly as it came, he crushed it.

"Would it be obnoxious to say he's perfect?" Patty asked.

Veronica laughed. "Why would that be obnoxious?"

Patty gave Nick a flat look.

"Oh, him?" Veronica said, waving the thought away dismissively. "Please. He knows he's not even in the running for that title."

"Excuse me?" Nick said, pinching his sister's upper arm with the arm wrapped about her shoulder. "Guess someone doesn't want any head tonight."

"As if," Vee shot back. "You enjoy going down on me almost as much as I enjoy having you do so. All I have to do is lay back, spread 'em, let my kitty purr a little, and you'll dive between my legs." Then she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "That's one of the reasons I keep you around."

"Yeah, yeah," Nick said, trying hard not to smirk.

She did have a point. He loved pleasuring her every which way, but he was especially fond of performing oral sex. If, for some strange reason, she were to stop asking to eat her pussy, he'd probably request that she let him do so, as a favor to him.

"Anyway," Patty said, smiling at them. "I realize it can't last. Any day now, the high will start to fade. We'll get comfortable with each other ad start being ourselves. I'll see all the stuff that I'm too mesmerized to notice right now."

Nick frowned. When had his sister ceased being the type of girl that Veronica described, affectionately, as charmingly idealistic?

"But, for now," Patty continued, "it couldn't be better."

"That's great," Veronica said wistfully. "If anyone deserves it, it's you."

"S'pose so," Patty said, tipping back her drink.

"Now you've gone and embarrassed her," Nick said.

"Are you talking?" Veronica said, looking him in the eye. "Did I authorize that?"

Nick made a face at her, then kissed her on the tip of her nose.

"Gosh, you two are cute," Patty said.

Veronica smiled at Nick by way of response to their sister. He sensed her Libido abruptly begin to swell, and his own followed suit.

Her smooth, caramel skin could not have been more gorgeous. If her eyes were any darker, they'd be chips of onyx. Lips that full and red ought to be classified as weapons. She had exquisite bone structure. A perfect set of cheekbones. Her eyelashes were long, full, and dark, and her lush brows complemented them perfectly. Even without any makeup, her eyes would take a man's breath away. Framed by lashes and brows such as those, and the perfect amount of eye shadow and mascara to boot, it almost hurt to look her in the eye. And if any woman alive had thicker, healthier hair than his Veronica, it was news to Nick. Her raven tresses cried out to him, longing for his fingers to slide through them.

Even the thick black frames on the glasses she didn't need looked perfect on her. None of them suffered from impaired vision any more than they did any other malady or ailment, but his sister had believed she'd needed them growing up, and thus actually had needed them while still in her mortal guise. They'd become a part of who she was, and so she continued to wear them, which was just fine with Nick. He almost couldn't imagine her without them.

Technically, there were prettier women around. Nick was not at all sure that he personally could say that he considered any other woman's face to be more pleasant to look upon than Veronica's, but he was aware that most men would have said as much. They'd say it of Nina, and of Annie. So too would they say it of Zoey and Olivia, he forced himself to remember. For a while, he'd forgotten about them, but they could not be ignored any more. Still, neither the sunlit women nor any of Summer's children set Nick's heart to racing the way his sister did.

"How do you do that?" she asked him, breathlessly, pulling him out of his trance.

"Do what?" he asked.

He hadn't even realized that the hand that had been on her shoulder had obeyed the command issued by her hair. Those beautiful black locks felt so silky and soft, so thick and strong. A shiver down his spine as he let her hair pour through his fingers like water.

His sister sighed and pressed her cheek against the palm of his hand. Eyes closed, she said, "Make me feel like that, and with nothing but your eyes."

"Dunno," he said, thinking to himself that he could ask her much the same.

Veronica whimpered by way of response.

Slowly, he bent her head towards him. First he planted a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. Then another, lighter and more fleeting. Rolling his wrist, he tilted her head back before giving her a quick peck on the nose. Finally, he let his lips meet hers. Only the barest touch at first, but with each kiss, he grew more insistent. When they kissed, he became a little less incomplete. The warm, soft touch of her pillowy lips against his sent electricity through his body and made the energy deep within his Libido sing.

Veronica moaned and began to kiss him back more and more vigorously. One hand anchored itself on his meaty shoulder, the other slid down his hard abs, towards his crotch. Through the fabric of his cotton drawstring pants, she massaged and caressed his manhood. He loved the way she touched him. However much she might pretend to be on the fence about him, when they started to get physical, her body told the truth. She found him every bit as irresistible as he did her. She couldn't keep her hands off his hard muscles, his slender waist, his thick hair and smooth face, or, most of all, his fat cock.

Even now, years after discovering his true self, Nick was of two minds about his appearance. He'd grown up thinking himself moderately attractive at best, and now lived inside a body that put his former one to shame. But he'd always been a little more jealous of Eric than he cared to admit, and that hadn't gone away after they'd discovered who they were.

Except when he was with Veronica.

In her arms, he could forget all about how he sometimes wished he was taller, stronger, and prettier. If his sister found any fault with his appearance, it was mostly just because of his youth. When he aged himself for her, she went crazy. Not once had she said a word about his height or his muscles or anything like that. Perhaps she thought such things, but if so, it didn't show. Not even in her Libido.

Just then, Patty started moaning too, and Nick remembered that he and his beautiful, gorgeous, sex goddess of a sister were not alone.

He and Veronica looked to the coffee table as one. They found their sister sitting more or less as she had been, only with her legs spread apart, the hem of her dress hiked up to her waist, and a cute little hand furiously twitching between her legs. Her eyes were closed and her cute face was all scrunched up. Some might say that Patty had a baby face. Her cheeks were round, soft with baby fat, her chin dimpled and her eyes oversized. Her round nose was very much like a button. Her eyebrows were sparse and there wasn't even a hint of maturity at the corners of her eyes or her mouth. But with her face contorted in ecstasy like that, she could not be mistaken for anything but a full grown woman. One who knew precisely what a woman's body was for.

A hungry look spread across Veronica's face. Nick dismissed their drinks, lest they spill them on the carpet, and told his sister, "Go to her."

His sister stared at him for a moment, dark eyes unwavering. Then, with the barest of nods, she slipped off the couch and went over to Patty. Dark hands pushed the curvy little blonde flat onto her back. Veronica dropped to her haunches, hesitating but a moment before proceeding to bury her face between her sister's meaty thighs.

There was nothing sexier than watching the two of them together. Though Veronica wasn't particularly into women, there was a powerful chemistry between the two sisters, and when they started going at it, the air grew heavy with lust.

It took a lot of willpower to refrain from joining in. But Nick did just that. He watched, blood pounding and lungs pumping like bellows, as Vee slowly guided Patty through a brief orgasm, then helped the girl to her feet and out of her dress before launching into an instant encore. He watched, breathless and hard as a rock, as Patty convulsed through a second, more intense orgasm, after which she stood on wobbly legs and slid her sister's panties off. He watched, paralyzed and deeply aroused, as his blonde sister gestured for the brunette to take her place on the coffee table before giving her a lesson in how to truly please a woman.

After Veronica thrashed her away through an orgasm so intense that it was almost indistinguishable from a seizure, Nick tapped Patty on the shoulder and asked if he could cut in. She nodded and shuffled out of the way. A soft hand trailed down his shoulder and arm before Patty took a seat on the couch.

He knelt before his sister, waiting for the aftereffects of her climax to die down. Her vulva sometimes grew so sensitive after an orgasm that she could barely stand even the lightest of touches. This looked to be one of those times. Her labia was glistening and swollen, so dark that it would be no fairer to call them red than brown.

Only after her little lady turned first red then pink did Nick begin.

"Go easy on me, okay?" his sister asked, running her palm over his head.

"You got it," he said.

And he did just that. Normally, he teased the hell out of her, building the tension ever so slowly. Yet compared to the treatment his sister received just then, his ordinary routine was rushed and merciless. His hands groped at her heavy breasts through the thick fabric of her corset while he tailed his lower lip over her vulva, dragged the tip of his tongue along her outer labia, and licked her perineum. He kissed her inner thighs and sucked on her hips. Every now and then, he'd stiffen his tongue and throw a quick flick against her inner labia or furtively jab at her clitoral hood. He delighted in the smell of her and the look of her, the feel of her soft mounds in his hands and the sound of her moaning in his ears.

An eternity of bliss passed.

"Please," Veronica begged. Her hips were writhing and the hand on the top of his head gripped tight. "That's enough."

Nick sat back. "We're done?"

She groaned.

Behind him, Patty giggled to herself.

"No, we most definitely are not," Vee said. "I just meant that I can't take any more teasing. If you don't kick it into high gear soon, I might explode."

"If I do kick it into high gear, you'll explode," he said.

"True, but in a good way."

Nick smiled and descended once more.

"Yes, yes, just like that," his sister panted. "Fuck, you're good."

Gradually, Nick introduced all the flourishes. Three separate tongues assaulted her magic button, slid inside her womb to caress her G-spot, and traced concentric circles over her brown bud. He freed her glorious breasts from the corset and grew mouths in his palms so as to suck on her swollen nipples while groping her love pillows.

"That's it, don't stop," Veronica demanded. "Ooooh, fuck, sooooooo goooood!"

Sensing what was coming, Nick leaned back. His hands left her breasts, and one went between her legs to pick back up where his tongues had left off. As he finger fucked her box, steadily applying light pressure to her G-spot, she began to ejaculate. Warm fluid sprayed out from between her legs, hitting Nick in the chest and chin.

That only spurred him on.

After the squirting stopped, Nick knelt back between his sister's legs, grew a few extra tongues again, and finished her off properly. The orgasm his sister experienced then was every bit as intense as the one she'd still been recovering from when he'd switched places with Patty. A deluge of energy poured into Nick's Libido. His sister flopped about limply, like a dying fish, before growing completely still. She looked completely dead to the world, save for the goofy grin spread across her lips and the slow rise and fall of her chest.

"That was hot," Patty said.

Nick turned and stared intently at her, as a wolf might eye its prey.

His sister let out a nervous laugh. "Hungry for more, are we?"

He pounced on her.

She laughed as she rained faint slaps down in front of her, most of which missed their mark. Her thick thighs managed to clamp down on his head, and for a moment his mind filled with images of grapes and melons bursting.

"You beast!" she said. Yet even as she did, she smiled and her powerful thighs eased up enough for him to breathe.

Nick wrapped his arms around Patty's legs and let his fingers sink into her smooth skin. Her thighs were powerful and shapely, girded by thick muscle, yet wrapped in a delightful layer of soft padding. She wasn't as pretty as Veronica, and his sister had the most amazing breasts in the world. But Patty had a lower body that was almost without peer. No nicer, perhaps, than his mother's. But certainly no worse either.

Their eyes met and Nick felt his cock twitch at the lust he found there.

"You're something else, you know that?" Patty said.

He gave one of her thighs a soft kiss.

Patty sighed and let her head fall back against the armrest. "Do with me what you will."

Nick chuckled. "Giving in that easily? A moment ago, you were on jerk of the hips away from snapping my head right off my shoulders."

"Then there'd be no one to help make the swelling go down."

He snickered at that. "Do seem to have a real problem here, don't we?" he said, looking at her engorged labia. "Let's see what we can do."

As worked up as Patty already was, he couldn't have put her through the same slow build as he had Veronica. Not unless he wanted to see if she really could rip his head off after all. Though Nick tried to savor every moment as best he could, he didn't take nearly as much time to work his way up to his full court press. It was too bad, really. While he preferred Veronica's taste, and his body responded more deeply to the brunette's husky voice than his blonde sister's cute higher pitch, it was more than a little pleasurable to pleasure Patty.

By the time he finished, Veronica had just about recovered from her threepeat performance. Her hair was a bit of a mess and her eyes were unfocused, but she was sitting more or less upright and didn't seem likely to topple over any time soon.

For her part, Patty was more than a little winded, but apparently hadn't found his services quite as debilitating as Veronica had.

"So," the littlest Moody said, "what now?"

"Not quite enough to go around," Vee said, climbing into Nick's lap, straddling his hips.

"Beg to differ," he said, splitting himself in two.

Of course, by saying there wasn't enough of him to go around, his sister had been suggesting that he should do precisely that. As witty responses went, his fell a bit short.

It wasn't his wit that his sister was interested in just then though.

So before long, he had one sister riding him cowgirl, bouncing wildly on his cock, and the other bent over the side of the couch while he took her from behind.

Nick held Veronica in place with a hand on the small of her back, the other fondling her perfect breasts. He alternated between kissing her soft lips, nibbling at her neck and ears, and sucking on the other massive tit. Her thick, dark nipples were irresistible. They just cried out for attention. That they were attached to the most wondrous, soft mounds he'd ever seen certainly didn't hurt anything either.

Her warm pussy enveloped him, massaging his member and slowly but inevitably leading him towards climax. Nothing felt quite so good as being inside his sister. They belonged together, and not just in the abstract sense.

The physicality of their lovemaking was overwhelming. But it was only one small part of the blissful experience. Whether he was gazing into her dark eyes, drinking in the look of pure pleasure on her beautiful face, or staring in utter captivation at her glorious endowment, he found himself visually stimulated every bit as much as he was physically so.