Homelands Pt. 08 Ch. 05

Ridiculous as he looked, there was some consolation in how much worse Reilly looked. His cousin's pants were striped red and black, his boots ultra-shiny. The belt he wore around his waist had a silver buckle half the size of a man's head. His white silk shirt had a neckline that reached halfway down his chest, and the sleeves would have flapped about like the ship's sails if not for his leather wrist cuffs. The red scarf tied around his bald head was so long that its tails hung nearly to his cousin's waist. On top of all that, Reilly had a freaking eye-patch with a skull and crossbones painted on it.

On the other hand, Cahill had to admit that Fiona looked pretty good. Really good, in fact. Granted, there were only so many costumes his sister wouldn't look good in, but even so, she nearly convinced him that pirates could be sexy. Entirely ahistorical ones, anyway.

She wore black leather boots that stopped just below her knees and fishnet stockings that went a little farther up. Her red petticoat dress had an off the shoulder peasant top, long balloon sleeves, an attached black velvet corset with shoulder straps, elaborate lacing, red satin bows, and an attached black rear apron. A black velvet three-cornered hat sat atop her head, its brim trimmed with thick gold braid. Its red satin bow matched it to her dress.

The dress did a decent job of covering everything up, but that didn't matter. It was tight enough, and the corset flattering enough, that she didn't need to have much more than her shoulders on display. When she pressed her little brass telescope to her eye and leaned out over the rail, causing the hem of her dress to climb, he didn't get a glimpse of anything but ruffles and lace. But his pants still felt a few sizes smaller than they had a moment ago.

"Stay at the wheel," he told Reilly before heading for his sister.

His cousin flipped him off, but Cahill paid him no mind.

"Any sign of trouble," he asked Fiona as he took hold of her hips.

"Aye. Appears me ship's about to be boarded," she said, pushing her full bottom back against him. Damn, that felt good. "Tha's always trouble."

"We don't really have to talk like that, do we?"

"Oh," she whimpered. "Can't I get just a little `arrr'?"

He kissed one soft cheek. "No."

"Please?"

"Stop it."

"Aye, aye, cap'n," she said with resignation. "You scallywag. Landlubber."

"You think you're cute, don't you, matey," he said, cupping her ass with one hand.

"You think so too," she said, giving her backside a nice wiggle.

In fairness, he kinda did.

Irritating as the cliches were, he liked seeing Fiona enjoy herself like this. Ordinarily, his sister didn't get into character quite the way some of the others did. That was more Oona's style, or Brittany's, though Fi had never been as much of a spoilsport as Seamus. Yet here she was, acting like she didn't have a care in the world. And though he realized it had to be because of the relief she felt at seeing the ranks of Clan Walker go from four to nine so quickly, he allowed himself to believe that he was partly responsible for it. That his sister felt she could set aside her burdens when she was with him.

"Admit it," she said.

"Maybe a little," he confirmed. "Enough to shiver yer timbers."

That got a little laugh out of her.

But her laugh soon became a throaty moan. Without bothering to take his pants off, he pulled his cannon and pushed it against her port hole. Her wet lips parted slowly and his sister shuddered a few times before he finished burying himself to the hilt.

"That's quite a cutlass ye got," she said. "Hardly fits in me scabbard."

He couldn't think of anything witty to say to that, so he just started fucking her nice and hard. He worked his hips back and forth, slapping against his sister's soft bum over and over again. Her telescope fell into the forest below as she gripped the rails tight.

Her pussy had been relaxed at first, but she was now waging war on him. Her inner muscles squeezed and released, squeezed and released, massaging his manhood expertly. He wasn't going to be able to withstand that for long.

The sound of his skin slapping against hers mingled with bird calls, rustling leaves, and rowing oars. It was a strange, sweet song. The best part, though, was Fi's heavy breathing.

"Cum for me, Kay," his sister panted. "I wanna feel it inside me."

"I...just...might," he said through gritted teeth.

Her scent grew thicker and thicker, tormenting his nostrils. Filling him with a need he couldn't satisfy even though he was inside her. Her Libido raged like an inferno, revealing that her need for him was no less powerful. With any luck, they just might-

And then they did.

As one, they climaxed. Cahill felt her Libido open up even as his own dam sprung a leak. Then his consciousness drifted out from his body, into an ethereal state. He forgot his name and hers. Forgot where they were and when they were and why they were.

For a time, he knew nothing but bliss.

"Wow," Fiona said, some time later.

"Yeah," Cahill agreed.

"I think that pirate-talk did more for you than you let on," Fiona said. "We're going to have to start calling you Captain NoBeard. Or Tripod the Black."

"Tripod?"

She turned around, propping her back up against the rail. One leg slipped between his and she gently bounced his cock on her knee. "This guy here's practically a third leg."

Cahill gave a snort.

That was when Reilly abandoned his post. He strode towards them with determination, ripping his shirt in two without using his hands.

"Hmm. Looks like he'd like a piece of you too."

Fiona punched him in the ribs. "I'm not a freaking steak, Kay."

"Hey, I know that," he replied. "It's the pit bull you've got to worry about."

She rolled her eyes at him.

Without saying a word, Reilly walked right up to them and pulled Fiona away from Cahill. She let out a little yelp but didn't resist as their cousin planted his hands on the top of her ass. Her green eyes flashed a taunting look at Cahill, as if to say, "Maybe I'd rather a pit bull than a pig." Her hands sought purchase on his bare chest as readily as they might have his. When Reilly leaned down, head tilted to the side, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Then the bald brute kissed her.

Gently.

Cahill had no idea his cousin was capable of such tenderness. Whatever the queen done to him, it didn't seem too bad. Especially considering what she'd done to Oona and Aeife.

Maybe she was sort of the opposite of horror movie badies who always made short work of the men folk but managed to let the one girl live?

"Well," Fiona said after Reilly's lips finally left hers. "That's new."

She looked him up and down, as if noticing him for the first time. Or finally taking stock of the changes he'd undergone in Titania's grove. Taller, leaner, and stronger than before, his cousin had to feel pretty good about his upgrades. But Cahill suspected Reilly still wasn't quite his sister's type. If huge muscles had been her thing, she'd have been more interested in Gallech and less so in Seamus. Still, he couldn't help noticing the way her Libido reacted. Or the quick flash of light from her irises.

"Hold this," she said to Cahill as she swept her hat off and handed it to him. Her green eyes hadn't left her cousin's blue orbs. Her hands slowly slid down Reilly's chest, over his perfectly sculpted abs, and towards his belt. "I've got to check his rudder for barnacles."

Reilly gave Cahill the smuggest look, but said not a word.

He tried telling himself it wasn't so bad watching his sister give their least favorite cousin head. But himself was having none of it. That Reilly seemed to enjoy the masterful blowjob for what it was irritated Cahill, though in the back of his mind he knew that he'd have been even more upset if his cousin hadn't enjoyed it.

Had he expected the guy to demand that she make more of a mess, forcing herself to gag on his length, the way Oona always had? Or did he think Reilly was going to push his knob against his sister's cheek and then smack the bulge repeatedly with his bare hand? Maybe club her lightly across the face with his member? Would he have wanted to see that?

If anything, the new Reilly looked even meaner than the old one. But looks could be deceiving. He was passive. Calm. Restrained. It was like the queen had taken a feral dog from them and sent back a well-trained one.

"Ungh," Reilly grunted, eyelids fluttering, as his orgasm arrived.

His pectoral jumped as they contracted and his hips jerked. After a few moments, his muscles relaxed and he let out a long sigh, but he didn't appear to be done.

After swallowing what had to have been a huge load of cum, Fiona finally slipped her cousin's cock out of her mouth and slowly rose to her feet. "Forgot how good you taste," she said. "It's been so long since we were together."

Cahill rolled his eyes.

Reilly had nothing to say to that. He just smiled at her, swept a stray lock of brown hair out of her eyes, and then kissed her.

Again, her Libido pulsed. Perhaps not as vigorously, but still. Fi was enjoying the new Reilly a lot more than Cahill would have expected. He hoped that wore off soon.

While the two of them locked lips, Cahill came up behind his sister and started undoing her dress. He soon discovered that the stupid thing didn't have any zippers. Just lots of things that needed untying. For authenticity's sake, he supposed. Of course, he could have glamoured it away, but sometimes it was more fun to use one's hands.

"Here, let me," Fiona said at last.

She pushed Reilly back to give herself some room, turned around to face Cahill, and finished removing the dress. Rather unceremoniously at that.

It wouldn't have killed her to give him a little show, would it?

"Honestly," she said with a bemused grin, "I'll never understand how the simplest things can be so confusing to men."

Bras, he could handle. Rather well, thank you very much. But he didn't have much experience with petticoats or corsets.

"And I'll never understand why women think that a person's IQ is in any way related to what they know about clothes."

That earned him a punch in the arm.

"Careful now," Cahill said, palming the butt of his pistol. "One of us is armed."

"Drop it! On the deck!" a cute voice shouted, almost managing to sound authoritative and commanding. It didn't come from anywhere on the ship, but somewhere above them, which was odd since they were already above the trees. "Do it now!"

The script didn't call for the cops to show up until the pirates made their delivery of their non-existent contraband to the mobsters. Of course, he didn't care about ruining the story, such as it was. But he'd really been looking forward to seeing his mother in her costume.

"Toss it over here!" Aeife snapped.

She was really taking this seriously.

Fiona stuck her hands in the air. With a sigh, Cahill drew both his weapons and slid them across the deck. Then, following his sister's lead, he held his hands up high. Finally, Reilly did the same. Their grandmother might not have actually commanded them to do so, but it seemed like a good idea.

Only then did Aeife leap down onto the deck. She landed with a great smack, rocking the ship the way a damned cannonball might have. One could almost believe she weighed more than a hundred and twenty five pounds, or whatever it was.

As his grandmother rose to her feet, she took Cahill's breath away.

She wore a black elastic catsuit that would need to be a size or two bigger before it could be described as form-fitting, fingerless gloves, and a black baseball cap with "SWAT" written in big white letters on it. A pair of a handcuffs and a fake badge were attached to her utility belt. Her shiny black boots had six inch stiletto heels and way more straps than necessary. The top of her catsuit seemed to be missing a few panels, like the manufacturer had run out of material. Little more than her abs, shoulders, and areola were covered up. Her huge breasts were squeezed so tight by the elastic material that they looked like they might pop.

He'd decided earlier that they were a bit too big for him. Prior to meeting his grandmother, he'd not thought such a thing possible. At least, not unless implants, photoshop, or hentai were involved. Especially not since she was thin and her breasts were as firm and round as could be expected for their size, rather than being flat and droopy. But his grandmother only made him appreciate the perfection that was his mother all the more, especially since she didn't have a lower body to match her chest. Even Fiona's endowment was preferable, not least because hers were proportional to her figure.

All the same, though, Cahill desperately wanted to free those lovely ladies from their restraints. He couldn't look at them and not want to play with them. Their appeal might have been mostly based on novelty, but that was still something.

The strips of black tape on her cheeks were a particularly nice touch. Vaguely intimidating, yet more than a little sexy as well.

On the other hand, her assault rifle was a bit more realistic than necessary. And he wasn't crazy about the way she pointed the muzzle straight at him. He knew it was all just part of the act, but his heart didn't quite seem to believe his brain.

"You alone?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

"One of me is more than enough for the likes of you," she said.

Fiona chuckled at that, earning herself a glower from their grandmother that made her clear her throat and stare at her feet.

"Your associates are being taken down as we speak, if that's what you're wondering," Aeife continued. As if that hadn't been discussed before hand.

He'd only wondered whether either Gallech or Seamus were with her. Whether they were both headed for Caronwyn.

Damn, but he'd have killed to know what his mother looked like in her costume. Part of him was curious about Brittany too, but that curiosity paled in comparison to his need to see Caronwyn's take on a old-time gangster. Not that she'd have looked any worse as a cop or a pirate. Or a fucking crayon. Just thinking about all the costumes he'd like to see her in made his whole body ache. Knowing that Finnegan and both of his brothers would get to be with her was simply unbearable.

Just then, an unseen force knocked him on his ass. Then it sat him up, stripped him of his clothes, and tied his arms to his sides with silk rope.

"You wait here while I interrogate the other two," his grandmother said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. Her heels clicked on the hardwood deck as she walked over to Reilly. "There's two ways we can do this," she told his cousin. "The fun way, or...the other way."

"Kinda intense, isn't she?" he whispered to Fiona.

"I think I've got a lady-boner," his sister replied.

There was something rather arousing about seeing his grandmother act like this. It reminded him of the way she'd rocked his world just a little earlier. Aeife was not the sort of woman that let men force her to do thing she didn't want to do. Her recent stint as the queen's captive notwithstanding, she was no one's victim, nor their plaything. If anyone was going to do any dominating, it would be her.

Yet, much as he appreciated that, his tastes were a bit different. As her grandson, he respected her strength. It made him think he'd never again see her covered in her own blood. But he must have been a bit old-fashioned, because he didn't really care for feeling helpless. He also had this crazy idea though that the best sex didn't require either partner to feel that way, but if it came to that, he wasn't so submissive himself.

Not that he thought Fiona was about to start idolizing their grandmother. Every now and then, his sister liked to flirt with the idea of being in control. Tie her brothers down with vines and whatnot. But she never really got aggressive. Didn't hurt him or make him beg for mercy. If she was getting excited by their grandmother, it was less on a physical level than an intellectual one. A female empowerment thing.

Probably.

It appeared their grandmother was done playing the hardass anyway, though. She tossed her rifle aside and it turned to feathers in midair, scattering to the wind. She then started fumbling with Reilly's waistband.

"Well, well, well. You're bigger than I remember," she said after freeing him from his stupid striped pants once again.

His musclebound cousin didn't have anything to say to that. Didn't seem he had much to say to anything, of late. The queen had not only taught him to heel, but somehow got him to quit barking too. Imagine that. His body might have come to resemble Gallech's, but his demeanor was more akin to that of Finnegan.

"Fi, honey, why don't you ride this beautiful thing while I go tease your brother?"

"My pleasure, Grandma," his sister replied.

While the two of them got into position, his sister lying flat on her back and Reilly kneeling above her, Aeife came around behind Cahill. She bent down close, her breathe warm on his neck, and asked, "Does that excite you? Or are you feeling left out?"

"Are those mutually exclusive?" he asked.

His grandmother laughed. Then moaned delightfully before giving his earlobe a little nibble, which was of course enough to make him ejaculate. The damn woman had more supernatural energy in her toenail clippings than he'd ever wielded.

That was the end of his fun, though. From there, she just massaged his shoulders and peppered him with the occasional quick kiss while the two of them watched Reilly make love to Fiona as tenderly as she preferred. Her kisses didn't pack any real punch either.

Cahill couldn't believe what he was seeing. Every time his cousin finished plunging into Fiona, he rolled his hips so that his pelvis would generate some friction against her clitoris. Not once did he put a hand around her throat, talk down to her, or even slam into her as hard as most women not named Fiona would have preferred. He was as gentle and attentive as a man could be, and Fiona took fucking notice. Her whimpers and moans had Cahill squirming with desire. With each passing second, he envied his cousin a little more.

Only after Reilly guided Fiona through two orgasms did Aeife untie him.

"You want her?" his grandmother asked.

"Fuck yes," he said without thinking.

The right answer was probably that he wanted her instead. But he didn't bother to correct himself. Truthfully, he really did want Fiona more so than his grandmother. More than anyone but his mother. Aeife was incredible, and far more talented than any woman he'd ever been with. But his sister was...special. No other way to put it.

If his answer offended his grandmother, though, she didn't show it. Just planted a sweet, grandmotherly kiss on the top of his head, stood up, and summoned Fiona with a finger curl. Then she went to Reilly and took over for her granddaughter.

"So. Looked like you had fun," Cahill said.

"He's so different now," Fiona said with a maudlin smile.

"Yeah," Cahill agreed.

"And she's kind of awesome, isn't she?" Fiona asked, watching in utter fascination sa their grandmother straddled their cousin's hips.

Cahill coaxed a padded stool up out of the deck and gestured for his sister to sit. She did so without ever taking her eyes off Aeife.

That was fine. He'd have her full attention soon enough.

Dropping to his knees, his back to the spectacle Fiona found so enchanting, Cahill spread his sister's legs apart. He loved pleasing her like this. Loved the way she tasted and smelled. Loved her thick hair. Her labia were bald, but the bush growing on her mons was wilder than that of any other woman he'd ever been with. Which only seemed fitting for his nature goddess. He especially loved the way she responded to his every touch. The fey were all more sensitive than mortals, though they were also more able to withstand intense stimulation. Yet even by the standards of their kind, Fiona was sensitive in the best possible way.