Homelands Pt. 08 Ch. 04

And then, of course, there was that fat ass of hers, and her porcelain skin. Her broad hips and soft breasts and beautiful deep green eyes. The way she touched him and the way the forest itself responded when he touched her.

Fair or not, the one sister would never rival the other. Not in his mind.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Seamus looking a question at Fiona, as though their brother needed permission to answer their mother's summons. Fiona smiled, ran her fingertips lightly down her brother's arm, then kissed him on his wooden cheek.

"You be good to her," Seamus said to Cahill after staring intently into their sister's eyes a while longer. His hand clung to the small of her back.

Cahill laughed.

"Seriously," Seamus said.

"But not too good?" Cahill asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that," the green man said. He looked as though he was going to say that he wasn't worried about Cahill stealing Fiona away, but if so he thought better of it. He just added, "Give her your best. She deserves nothing less."

"Watch it, you," Fiona said, voice devoid of the warning her words nominally conveyed.

That was interesting.

Last Cahill remembered, the mere implication that Fiona and Seamus were an item made his sister go all prickly. Seamus had been wise enough to stop himself short, but what he had said was clear enough. Yet Fiona seemed more amused than anything.

The look that passed between them made Cahill feel warm and content. A quick stab of jealousy pierced his heart, and then he felt shame for thinking he had any reason to envy them. He and their mother shared a bond every bit as strong, if not stronger, as the one uniting his brother and sister.

Still, they almost made it seem like the world had never known a love as pure as theirs. The way they looked at each other, Cahill was surprised the forest didn't catch flame around them, ignited by the heat of their desire.

Brittany looked expectantly at Finnegan, as if waiting for him to give Cahill the same instructions. Or perhaps even show some jealousy. But he did nothing of the sort. Just stared at Cahill with those cold, dark eyes for a few moments before turning on a heel and leading Seamus back towards the clearing.

"So," Cahill said, scratching the back of his head.

Fiona stared at him blankly. For a few moment's longer, Brittany's eyes remained glued to their cousin's retreating form, but then she too turned to her brother.

"Guess we have to," he finished.

"What an imposition," Fiona said with a slight grin.

"Been a while," was all Brittany had to say. Her voice sounded distant, as though her thoughts were elsewhere. With Finnegan's tight little bare ass, most likely. "Hope you still remember how."

Cahill snickered. He almost explained that it hadn't been a long time since he'd had sex, only since he'd had sex with her. But then he realized that she was just teasing him.

He stared into the girl's overlarge eyes. He preferred darker irises, but there was no denying the beauty of those blue orbs. For that matter, they were a darker shade of blue than one often found. Closer to purple. And her lashes were so long they almost brushed against his skin when she blinked, nevermind that she stood an arms' length away. Those lips were nearly as full as their mother's. She wore them candy pink rather than blood red, but the shade suited her. The way her jet black hair hung in perfect sheets down to her hips was quite stunning. He'd never seen hair that straight. It was almost unnatural.

He wasn't at all sure he remembered it being black either. Hadn't his sister's hair been brown before? Either way, she looked good. And black was a good color for a Walker, if he did say so himself.

"That it has," he said at last.

"You've grown stronger," Fiona said.

"Have I?" he asked.

His older sister nodded, showing no sign that she noticed his change in form. "Maybe not as much as Mom has, but you have."

He didn't feel stronger. But he also hadn't known who or what he was for most of the time he'd been gone. It had been so long since he'd been fully aware of his potential, he'd almost forgotten what it had felt like. For that matter, he wasn't even sure he looked the same. After his aunt had helped him rediscover his identity, he'd remembered how to let go of his mortal disguise. Let the true Cahill out. But did the true Cahill look the same as when he'd left Faerie?

"I thought that only worked for the mother," he said.

Fiona shrugged.

"Now that you mention it," Brittany said, stepping closer. A soft hand pressed against his abdominals, sending waves of pleasure up and down his body. "He does look different."

"Leaner," Fiona said, following her sister's lead.

The addition of a second sister's hand very nearly pushed Cahill over the edge. His hard cock twitched inside his leather breaches.

"Taller," Brittany added.

He could only assume they realized he was in his fey form. That it didn't necessarily mean anything if he was a little taller or leaner as the horned god than he had been before.

Or maybe it did. He wasn't even sure.

"Wonder if he's bigger?" Fiona asked, letting her hand slide down from his sculpted abs as Brittany's hand worked up to his hard chest. His older sister's palm came to rest atop his erect penis. She pushed lightly against it, but didn't close her hand around it. He almost whimpered at her touch. There wasn't much he wouldn't give to have her reach inside his pants and take hold of it. He ached for her touch. "Mmm. Yup. Definitely bigger."

"He wasn't small before," Brittany said.

"Not at all," the elder sister agreed.

"Could be too big."

"Could be," Fiona agreed.

It almost sounded like they meant it. But they couldn't. His mother had never complained about his endowment. A few mortal women had, but that was different. The two lovely creatures pressed up against either side of him were fey. Their appetites were not modest, nor did they shy away from much of anything when it came to sex.

With a hand on either girl's back, Cahill gently pulled his sisters closer. As he did, he silenced the voice in the back of his mind that said he shouldn't have been enjoying himself as much as he was. That his many conquests, all of which had come easily, should have left him in little need of such ego stroking. But he couldn't help himself. The two of them were incredibly attractive. What man wouldn't enjoy hearing two insanely beautiful women talk about him with such hunger in their voices?

Well, sure, there were some men who would find it strange, disgusting even, to hear such from their sisters. In some families, apparently, sisters didn't discuss the size of their brother's cock that way, and most guys thought that was as it should be. But if there'd ever been a time when Cahill could relate to such men, it was long gone. That the same blood coursed through his veins as did Fiona's and Brittany's only made him want them more.

"You'll make do," he assured them.

Fiona let out an amused snort.

"Was he this hairy?" Brittany asked, pretending he hadn't spoken.

Cahill pulled his eyes away from his gorgeous little sister and looked down at his torso. He didn't have nearly as much fur as his father. The definition of his perfectly sculpted abs was still visible, and the hair on his chest didn't reach his nipples or collarbone. Just formed a nice triangle in the center. But of course, most fey men were smooth as marble. Neither Seamus nor Finnegan had a hint of hair on their chests or stomachs.

"Not sure," Fiona replied. "I like it though. Makes him look manlier." With that, the hand that had been resting atop his cock moved up to his chest. Her fingers spread apart then closed back together, tugging gently at his chest hair. "Wilder."

He rather liked the way it looked himself, for the same reason. Though the shag carpet on his father's chest was too much, he thought he had just the right amount. It was a little strange though to hear her talk like that. For someone who was so deeply connected to nature, Fiona had never been a big fan of animalism. She liked it nice and slow. Nothing turned her on more than disciplined, methodical seduction.

Brittany wasn't the polar opposite or anything, but she enjoyed seeing her man's inner beast come out of the cage from time to time. Anyone who didn't know the sisters better would have thought Brittany more likely to be the one infusing the word "wilder" with enough sexual tension to make a virgin's ears bleed.

That was one of the things he'd missed about them, Cahill suddenly realized. Though he knew enough to know how different they were from one another, they remained mysteries to him in many ways. He'd known Fiona for years, but she'd spent most of that time trying to convince him that she wasn't a figment of his imagination. And he'd only just met Brittany. Though they were all brother and sister, they had a lot yet to learn about one another.

"I guess," Brittany replied. Her hand moved on to his hairless bicep. "Nothing wrong with smooth, though."

"You two do know I can hear you, right?" Cahill asked.

Being spoken about as though he were a piece of meat should have bothered him. Maybe even made him feel guilty about having done the same to women for most of his life. But he didn't feel solidarity with women who spoke out against objectification, as he almost had back when he'd still been stuck in the Dreaming. No, the hunger in their eyes and Libidos as they discussed his body in isolation of the man living within it didn't feel degrading or dehumanizing. Rather, it awakened something primal inside him. Drums started beating inside his head and in his blood, thumping out a rhythm that called on him to mate.

"You hear something?" Brittany asked.

For a moment, Cahill almost thought she meant the music inside his head. The steady beating of drums that weren't really there.

Fiona smiled, first at her sister then up at Cahill. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her face against his chest, drawing in breath through her nose. Enjoying the smell of him. "Mmm, Kay," she moaned. "You don't know how much I've missed you."

"Same here," he said, kissing the top of her head. The smell of flowers and berries, mint and tea leaves, brought back fond memories. "Fi."

That earned him a playful pinch but nothing more.

Whether Seamus had finally warmed her up to that nickname or whether she was just cutting him some slack because they hadn't seen each other in so long, he wasn't sure.

Brittany cleared her throat noisily.

"And you too, Brit," he said.

It was tempting to point out that she was the one who'd been pretending he didn't exist, but he wasn't in the mood for word games. He decreased his height by a few inches so he could give his little sister's bottom a good squeeze without having to bend over. And his older sister's too, while he was at it.

Brittany's ass was firmer than Fiona's, but it still had a decent amount of give. The flesh was smooth and cool and soft, the muscle beneath hard even though her cheeks weren't clenched. Though it wasn't as big as he'd have liked, it didn't escape her ass wasn't nearly as small and flat as it should have been, considering her frame.

His older sister's backside, by contrast, was big, round, and soft. Like their mother's. The way a woman's body should be. He almost couldn't believe how perfect it was. There was a good amount of muscle underneath. Her cheeks wouldn't have defied gravity the way they did otherwise. But the hard foundation upon which it had been built wasn't so noticeable.

He could stand there, fondling their very different but equally glorious bodies, forever. Or until the animal inside him started ramming its cage, demanding to be set free. Which it would, sooner or later. But for the time being, he would savor the moment. He banished what little clothes they wore, but otherwise was content to reflect upon how right it felt to have his sister's hands exploring his body while he did the same with theirs.

Cahill turned his head to the side, leaned down, and gave Brit a kiss.

The girl he'd known hadn't been very interested in learning how to use their powers to their fullest extent. She'd been a little too overwhelmed by the very existence of Faerie, simultaneously intoxicated by the escape it offered from everything bad about the Dreaming yet isolated by the sense that she wasn't like the others.

But the one presently squeezed tight against him really knew what she was doing though. On a physical level, she didn't do anything all that different from before. Maybe she was a little calmer, in less of a hurry to get her tongue to spar with his. But what was going on inside his Libido was a whole different story. She didn't lay it on too thick. He almost didn't even notice at first. But after a few moments, it was almost impossible not to notice. She didn't overwhelm him with an intense feeling of ecstasy, the way she sometimes had when she'd first fumbled about with her newfound powers, but she did fill him with euphoria. A warm, pleasant feeling that made him reluctant to let his lips part from hers.

When he finally did come up for air, Cahill felt himself smiling uncontrollably.

"Wow," he said.

His kid sister finally betrayed the nervousness she'd hidden so well up until that point. Her cheeks flushed and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked away.

"Fi's been giving me lessons," she said at last.

"We might make a Walker out of her yet," their older sister said.

And with that, she showed Cahill all the things that Brittany had yet to learn. For a moment, he almost thought he was kissing his mother. No one else managed to so nimbly tread the line between building anticipation and denying satisfaction. When he pushed forward, she pulled back. Except when she didn't. And she knew exactly when to do so and when to yield to him. Her dark red lips weren't as full as Brittany's pink beauties, let alone their mother's, but that didn't matter. Cahill lost himself in the dance, too focused on trying to harmonize his efforts with Fiona's to think about anything else.

Until Brittany took him in her mouth, anyway.

A more talented woman would have made him forget all about Fiona. But though Brittany wasn't there yet, Cahill's attention was very much divided.

Fiona kissed the way she made love, savoring every moment. Making a precious gift out of every moment. The tension slowly escalated. His lips began to tingle and bubbles swam through his head. Blood rushed through his body. He felt his nipples harden and his cock twitch inside Brit's mouth. Even without the assistance of his younger sister, he'd be headed straight for an orgasm. That was the wonder that was Fiona. The sister slowly stripping away every fiber of his being, leaving nothing but his swollen Libido behind, was everything he admired. Strong, smart, quiet yet confident, and selfless.

The one on her knees before him, on the other hand, reminded him of every girl he'd regretted falling for. Of course, he knew that she wasn't Brittany O'Malley anymore. That she'd undoubtedly changed quite a bit while he'd been away. But he still had no reason to feel as connected to her as Fiona. At least, not emotionally. As she applied her physical talents to his poor cock, though, he couldn't help but respond. Her tongue went soft and slowly swirled around his sensitive head. Then it turned hard and flicked back and forth against the very tip of his manhood, sending tingles up his spine. Her warm mouth enveloped him, creating a lovely suction seal. Her soft lips caressed his shaft.

It was more than he could take.

Whether Fiona's kiss or Brittany's blowjob was more responsible, he couldn't have said, but Cahill soon experienced an intense orgasm. The kind that stretched out forever, more akin to an earthquake than fireworks. His body trembled and he might have fallen if not for the hand on the back of Brittany's head or the way Fi quickly moved to steady him. She released his mouth from hers, to both his relief and his disappointment, and Cahill gasped for air, eyes closed and muscles spasming.

And he stayed that way for some time.

When his mental faculties began to return, he thought that Brittany had forgotten that the point of this whole exercise was to prepare him to face Queen Titania. But he quickly realized that his sister wasn't deliberately draining him of so much energy. The only reason she was still gulping down one mouthful after another of his jizz was that he'd let his defenses crumble entirely and had yet to restore them.

He'd had more intense orgasms, but he'd rarely experienced one with so many aftershocks. It was like he'd been in a constant state of climax for minutes on end.

Cahill went to pull his dick out of Brittany's mouth and found that she was reluctant to let it go. One hand held the base of his shaft, near his balls, and the other encircled the middle. Meanwhile, her mouth covered him down to the foreskin. The girl apparently couldn't get enough of him or his jizz. But after he patted the top of her head, she opened her blue eyes, saw the look on his face, and begrudgingly released him.

Of course, he hadn't stopped cumming yet.

A sudden whim struck him, and Cahill used a little energy to color his cum. Instead of decorating his sister's face with milky white ropes, he covered her in prismatic strands. The shiny stuff changed color constantly, reflecting every color of the rainbow back at them.

"Well would you look at that," Fiona said, smiling. "Such an artist you are."

"What?" Brit mumbled without opening the side of her mouth that was plastered shut.

Fiona gave Cahill a flat look, equal parts amusement and reproach, before crouching beside their sister. She scooped a bit of his ejaculate off Brittany's face with a finger, held it off to the side, and proceeded to lick her sister clean. Or, rather, licked a bit of Cahill's spunk off and then dismissed the rest with a glamour. When she settled back on her haunches, Brittany's face was clean and dry, her glamour-makeup as perfect as before.

"Oh," Brittany said when Fiona held the single remaining strand up for her inspection. Then she giggled. "You goof," she told Cahill. Then she unceremoniously leaned forward and licked her sister's finger clean.

Quickly as her mouth had surrounded Fi's finger, though, she took her sweet time dismounting. It looked for all the world as though she was giving her sister's finger a blow-job. That should have struck him as absurd, but instead he found it arousing.

For her part, Fiona seemed a little less impressed. Imagine that. She wasn't turned off though. And when her little sister pushed her onto her back, she let out an amused laugh before guiding the girl down between her legs with a hand on the back of Brittany's head.

"Theeeere you go," Fi said, letting out a contented sigh.

"If only you tasted better," Brittany said. "I might do this more often."

The older girl gave the younger one a playful slap on the back of the head. Brittany giggled before going back to work.

There was something strange about watching his one sister pleasure the other. It was not the first time he'd seen two Walker women together. Not by a long shot. But he'd never quite reflected on how easy it was sympathize with each of them. The larger of the two partners, the one with the deeper voice, could just as easily be a man getting his dick sucked. By the same token, he'd often made Fiona whimper and moan like that. Tasted her sweet juices and slipped his fingers inside her tight snatch. The ability to see himself as either partner made it more exciting, but also strangely confusing.

He'd met guys who claimed not to find girl-on-girl action arousing. Even some who said that MFM threesomes appealed to them more than MFF, though they had no desire to fool around with the other guy. Cahill had nothing against sharing a woman with other men. There was something to be said for a woman whose sexual appetites were so voracious that she sometimes needed more than one guy to satisfy them. But he still preferred having two women all to himself. Or even watching two women as a passive observer.