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There were few things in the world more beautiful than the sight of his older sister deep in the throes of ecstasy. All of them involved his mother, of course. Fiona looked so beautiful lying there on her back, cupping one of her breasts in her hand and digging impossibly white teeth into her dark lip. Fuck, she was sexy.
After Brittany guided her through a slow-rolling orgasm, much like the one he'd just experienced, Cahill decided to join in. His little sister wasn't done with Fiona yet, but he couldn't wait any longer. He crouched behind Brittany and licked her beautiful little brown bud while fingering her tight slit. After he got her good and lubricated, her sphincter nice and relaxed, he got up on his knees, grew a second cock, and slowly entered both her holes.
He didn't even get his heads in before she froze up.
"Should I stop?" he asked.
"Fuck no," she said.
Fiona glanced at Brittany then up at Cahill, silently urging them to get past the interruption for the sake of her little lady. She didn't say a word though. Just ran her fingers lightly through the younger girl's dark hair.
"Just go slow," Brit said. "Still not used to two at once. Especially not as big as you."
The way she said it, it sounded more like a backhanded compliment. Perhaps his sister really didn't appreciate size the way other women did.
So Cahill forced his two cocks to shrink a little. Not much, but enough to ease the pressure on his little sister.
"Mmm, that's better," she said when he began pushing again.
"I'll say," Fiona added after Brittany's head lowered between her legs again.
By the time his dicks were halfway buried inside his little sister, she was cumming her brains out. A rush of energy filled his Libido, giving him another reminder of how much Brittany had grown in a few short weeks. What she offered up to him just then, in the space of ninety seconds or so, was more than she'd ever held inside her before. And she wasn't nearly empty by the time she regained control of herself either.
Which was good, because he wasn't nearly done with her.
It took a while, but he eventually felt his crotch press against her.
"Fuck, Kay," Brittany whimpered around a mouthful of her sister's pussy. "You looking to fuck me or disembowel me?"
"Sorry?" he said.
Brittany laughed, as did Fiona. "It's okay. It's nice. Just...damn."
"Are you trying to pump his ego up even more?" Fiona asked with a grin.
"Not trying to pump anything up," Brit replied.
Cahill gave her firm little ass a reproachful slap. It didn't jiggle the way Fiona's would have, but he couldn't help admiring it all the same.
"I kid, I kid," Brittany said. "Mostly."
So he kept things low key, moving so slowly that he didn't even make a sound when his body met with hers. There was no thrusting, just sliding. No slapping of skin against skin, just sweet friction as his two members worked back and forth. And, at least at that pace, his sister found his two oversized cocks to be perfect deliverers of bliss.
After bringing Fiona to another climax, thereby replenishing some of her lost energy, Brittany slipped into an epic orgasm. She cursed at the tops of her lungs before the obscenities gave way to a wordless shriek. Then that too died away and left little more than belabored breathing coming out of the girl's mouth.
For a moment there, Cahill had feared he might lose his manhood. Thankfully, though, he'd come away unscathed. And in possession of a great deal more energy.
Brittany crawled away then flopped on her ass, sitting in the dirt with her legs spread wide apart. Her eyes struggled to remain open. Those cute lips formed the barest of grins.
"Don't expect me to sound that pretty when I scream," Fiona said.
"I love your voice," Cahill said.
Fiona snorted and waved the comment away. "Anyway," she said, eager to move past the point, "if you're up to, I wouldn't mind the double treatment myself."
"Is that so?"
A wicked grin spread across her face and she looked up at him through a fan of thick lashes. Her green eyes sparkled for a moment, emitting a flash of soft light.
"Might be something we can do about that," Cahill said.
Unlike Brittany, Fiona wanted him to fuck her good and hard. At first, she asked him to go nice and slow, the way he had with their younger sister. But after she got comfortable with having two huge dicks inside her, she gradually instructed him to pick up the pace.
Yet, even as Cahill worked himself up to a furious pace, he felt like time had stopped. He stared down into his sister's bright green eyes and the world shattered into a million little shards of nothing. The entirety of existence consisted of the two of them. No one ever looked at him like that.
Wait.
Their mother did. All the time. How could he forget that?
It almost felt like he was with her, though. Fiona looked up at him with such deep, complicated desire. It was more than just lust, though there was plenty of that. Her Libido reached out to join with his. She wanted more than his cock. More than his body. She wanted to be one with him. To share all that he was. And he wanted the same thing.
"I'd make a good mother, wouldn't I?" she asked.
Fuck.
"Seamus has got to see that, right?" Fi added.
"Course he does," Cahill grunted.
"Mmm," she replied.
Lest the conversation cross a line they'd both regret it crossing, Cahill ramped up his sister's sensitivity. It wasn't long after he did so that she exploded.
He'd never known her to be particularly violent in her moments of ecstasy, but Fiona chose that moment to prove that there was a first time for everything. Her nails ripped his back open and she bit her own lip so hard that blood welled up. The way the trees shook, Cahill could almost believe a twister had reached Faerie. Both their wounds were healed by the time her head fell against the soft earth, and the trees settled down as soon as Fiona did, but the surprise lingered long after the pain faded.
"That...was why I missed you," Fiona said sleepily.
By way of response, Cahill softly kissed his sister on the lips.
It wasn't until he stood up that he realized how much power he'd absorbed. Like a man who'd sat too long at the bar. It actually took some effort to keep his feet on the ground.
He felt like he could create worlds. Bring the dead to life. Conjure music that they'd hear in every Faerie court, maybe even the Dreaming. There was nothing he couldn't do.
And his sisters weren't even done with him.
Brittany was rising to unsteady feet, staring intently at him. Fiona was going to need a breather, but she wasn't down for the count yet. Not even close.
Nor was his mother done harvesting her crops. She let him know it too.
The leaves rustled as a light breeze fell upon them. It carried something with it that could not be carried on the wind. Not anywhere else but Faerie, anyway.
Something of a highlights reel flashed before his eyes, filling him in on his mother's activities. He watched as Seamus and Finnegan did their best to keep up with her. Their best wasn't good enough, of course, but it was respectable. At one point, they'd transformed into wolfmen, nightmare beasts that stood half again as tall as either had before, and chased her through the woods before ravaging her like wild animals. His mother had particularly enjoyed that, as she enjoyed anything that involved half-man, half-beast hybrids.
She shared more than visuals with him. Faint impressions of thoughts and feelings slowly took shape inside his mind, and he knew them to be hers.
His mother had started off wanting nothing more than to harvest their energy. Well, and to have a little fun while doing so. But that was it. She'd quickly realized though how powerfully Seamus and Finnegan needed her. Her body, her comfort, and whatever else she had to give. Seamus told her between soft kisses that he'd missed her advice, and so had Fiona. Finnegan nearly betrayed an actual emotion when he observed that his mother might still be with them if she'd been as strong and wise and cautious as her older sister. Their words gradually grew scarcer and scarcer as the boys started to let their bodies speak for them. Her hungry little beasts simply couldn't get enough of her.
And that made her feel good.
Caronwyn felt challenged by the depth of their desire. She pushed herself to her limits trying to accommodate them. To give them all that they were after.
As they moved from one position to another, she found herself savoring the relief her touch gave them as much as she enjoyed their hard bodies and the precious energy they squirted into her with each climax. The cold fear and crushing grief they'd felt receded further and further into the depths of their being, all because of her. What more could a woman ask for than to have that affect on the ones she cared for?
If she felt even a tinge of guilt over how much she was enjoying their affections, his mother chose not to communicate such to Cahill.
He felt a stab of jealousy.
There was a reason for it all, though. They needed to be at their strongest if they were to face the Lady of Shadows. Besides, he was rather enjoying himself as well, wasn't he? He and Fiona had touched each other in a way their kind rarely even acknowledged as possible, their Libidos temporarily fusing together. He'd felt the same with his mother before, of course, but only with her. And not too often at that. What cause did he have then to be jealous of her little romp with Seamus and Finnegan when he'd betrayed her like that? What did it matter that his betrayal was inadvertent? That he was even capable of sharing such an experience with anyone but his mother was unforgivable.
"You are up for more, right, mister fertility god?" Brittany said, reaching up to trail her fingers lightly along his lower antlers.
"Always," Cahill said, wrapping an arm around her tiny little waist.
"You sure?" she asked. "You look a little...elsewhere-ish."
Cahill ignored the question, pressing his lips to his sister's.
At first, he met with resistance. But it didn't take Brittany long to throw herself into the kiss. The next thing he knew, she was sucking his face as vigorously as she ever had. A soft, slender thigh pressed against his waist while one hand held the back of his neck and the other busied itself with his antlers. Gone was the more refined Brittany, replaced by the ravenous young girl who couldn't believe that men as perfect as those of Clan Walker existed. Heat radiated from her, both physically and metaphorically.
He grabbed the leg that still connected her to the ground and lifted it up. Brittany didn't so much as pause. Just tightened her grip, wrapped her legs about his waist a bit more securely, and kept right on kissing him.
A tree stump appeared behind Cahill, coaxed into being by his thoughts. He backed up until he felt the rough bark against his legs and then sat down. Her contempt of oxygen still going strong, Brittany planted her feet flat on the surface of the stump and positioned herself above Cahill's hard cock without once taking her lips from his.
Until she started to lower herself onto his tree stump.
"Ungh," she moaned. "Damn, Kay," she said.
"Not getting any smaller," he told her.
She pressed her forehead against his and smiled. "Guess that's okay."
Apparently it was. Brit slipped off into the land of euphoria before taking half his length inside. By the time she sat in his lap, his monstrosity buried deep inside her, she'd shuddered her way through another orgasm. One that had involved a little female ejaculation.
"Suh-sorry about that," she panted.
"Quite alright," Cahill replied, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Actually, that was kinda hot," he added as he cleaned up his sister's mess.
Brittany blushed.
"It's just that you're all up in my G-spot," she explained.
"Is that how it works?" Cahill asked.
His kid sister punched his chest, the way he imagined she might have growing up had they actually grown up together. "Jerk-butt."
"Jerk-butt?"
She gave him a nod and then promptly set herself off on the path towards another orgasm. At first, she only pulled herself up a little bit before descending slowly back into his lap, shuddering and moaning with every fraction of an inch that slipped back inside her. But she soon worked up to taking full advantage of his size with ever more frantic bunny hops.
"Almost...there," she said.
So, naturally, Cahill chose to pour his consciousness into a second body. With his new form, he came up behind his sister, grabbed her shoulder, and stopped her bouncing. Once she sat still, he took his cock in his free hand and dragged it up and down her ass crack, slowing just a bit as the head passed over her rosebud.
Had his antlers not gone spectral, there wouldn't be room for two Cahills in such close proximity to one another. Long as he'd been away from Faerie, though, certain things were coming back to him with surprisingly little difficulty.
"Again?" his sister said.
He didn't reply.
"I don't know about that, Kay," Brittany whispered breathlessly. But then she promptly added, "Oh, who the fuck am I kidding. Just go slow, alright?"
He did. Until she started begging him to give it to her "like a real man" anyway. Once he picked up the pace, it had only taken a half dozen cycles of alternating thrusts, the dick in her ass pushing forward as the one in her cunt retreated, for her to pop.
That exhausted her well of energy, the poor little thing. But she didn't look the least bit dissatisfied with things. Any woman who saw the smile on Brittany's face as she slowly dismounted from the bottom Cahill would be wracked with envy.
Well, maybe not any woman.
"Got the two of you all to myself now, do I?" Fiona asked, a gentle smile on her face. There was a hint of self-satisfaction in her voice, but not a trace of jealousy.
"Do you want two?" he asked, thinking that it might actually be good to collapse back into a single body. Occupying two at the same time used up a lot of energy, to say nothing of how disorienting it could be.
"Not sure I could handle three," she said. "Though I'd be willing to try."
Cahill snorted.
"Go ahead," his older sister said. "Save yourself some energy."
So he merged his two halves back together.
Without an iota of urgency, they set about seducing one another. That not only pleased Cahill in its own right but also gave him a sense that all was as it should be. He couldn't recall the last time Fiona that had begged him to fuck her harder, let alone drawn blood. Nor could he remember a time when they'd failed to take turns pleasuring one another. Their little romp couldn't end without Fiona sucking his dick or him eating her pussy.
None of the women of their kind gave bad head. But even by the standards of the fey, Fiona was a pro. Tears filled Cahill's eyes as his sister torturously fellated him. She wasn't trying to make him suffer, of course. Not like his aunt, the Lady of Mischief, sometimes did. But she didn't need to. Her technique was indescribably perfect. Slow and methodical.
Amazing as her mouth was, Fi decided to up her game a little. Unseen hands and mouths caressed, massaged, kissed, and licked him in all sorts of places while his sister bobbed back and forth. Cahill wasn't quite used to having his nipples played with like that, but his sister went easy on him and he found he enjoyed it more than he might have expected to.
With each passing moment, the pleasure grew just a little more unbearable. His breathing grew light and rapid and his body started spasming involuntarily.
When he finally erupted, it felt like the world was ending. Cahill forgot all about the tree stump beneath him, the slumbering form of their little sister curled up beneath it. He lost sight of why it was important for him to siphon off as much energy as he could from his sisters. Forgot all about Oona and Titania. Even Fiona herself. For a few sweet moments, there was nothing to his existence but pure bliss.
"What, no rainbows?" his sister asked.
Thoughts cohered. Sensory input reached his addled brain. His problems returned.
"I not good enough?" Fi teased as she studied the rope of cum she'd scooped off her chin. With a shake of her wrist, it went flying, fading into nothing before it hit the ground.
"Too good would be more like it," Cahill said, reaching out to run his fingers through her green hair. "I think I nearly forgot my name."
His sister smiled as she rose to her feet. "You seem to be good at that."
By way of response, he gave her soft ass a playful smack. That earned him a delightful whimper and an even more delightful kiss on the mouth.
It took everything he had to resist pulling Fi into his lap and shoving his cock inside her. He wanted her so bad, and she was so close. So soft. So sexy.
But it was his turn to get down on his knees.
Part of him wanted to dispense with all the buildup and dive straight between her lovely thighs. The glistening folds between Fiona's legs called to him, begging him to taste their juice. But, with some effort, he forced himself to go slow. He made love to her feet the way he never did for anyone but his mother, bringing her to a modest climax. A second tiny orgasm came when he set to work on her hips. Another rewarded his efforts with her ribcage. Her breasts received all the attention they deserved and then some. The climax Fiona experienced while he sucked on her nipples was intense, too. He almost thought she might crack her skull so hard to she slam her head down on the tree stump as she came.
"She's ready for you," Fi said after recovering her breath, teasing her labia lazily as she spoke the words. "Won't you give her a kiss?"
Cahill merely shook his head and gestured for her to turn over.
Fiona groaned in protest but did as he bid. Slowly, he kissed a trail down from her neck to her big, beautiful butt. He eased her cheeks apart, gave her hole a quick touch of his tongue, then started kissing and biting her pale globes.
"Mmm, Kay," his sister moaned. "You're evil."
He allowed himself a quick smile before continuing.
By the time he finally made good on the unspoken promise, Fiona was ready to melt. She whimpered loudly, pulling away and pushing back so quickly that it was almost like she was fucking his face with her ass. Not a minute later, though, she let out a few grunts and slumped forward on the dead tree.
The energy inside Cahill fought to escape. He'd never felt so full. So strong.
But he wasn't done with his sister yet.
"Mmmm," she moaned as he rolled her onto her back. "If I die, tell Seamus I love him."
That gave Cahill pause. It was a joke, of course. Talented as he might be at cunnilingus, the survival rate among those fortunate to enjoy his talents was one hundred percent. Still, the casual way she mentioned being in love with their brother took him by surprise.
"What?" Fi asked, lifting her head up from the wood.
"Nothing," Cahill said. "Just...nothing."
"You did know the two of us were close, right?" she said, reaching down to muss up his hair. He felt a slight tingle every time her hand passed through his spectral antlers. "Didn't mean to send you any mixed sig-"
"Of course I did," he said, cutting her off. Then regretting the snap in his voice, he took her hand from his head, pressed her fingers to his mouth, and kissed her knuckles. "Thought you were going to deny it until the end of time though."
Fiona's smile disappeared. "After what...some things shouldn't be left unsaid. Even immortals don't live forever."
And so there it was. The explanation for the change in her behavior. The true reason they were busy fucking each other's brains out. Oona's death hung in the air like fog.
