With a high-pitched laugh, my fiance, slammed her hand against the door to our apartment, preventing me from closing it. "You jerk! You really aren't kidding."
I shrugged. "Did I say something to give the impression that I was?"
"Oh, right, because it's not like every other word that's ever come out of your mouth, since the day I met you, was dripping with sarcasm," she said. As she did, she slid back into the doorway and wrapped her arms around my neck.
My hands encircled her ridiculously narrow waist. I could press my thumbs together in the front and just about touch my other fingers together around the back, she was so thin. Or, rather, her waist was that thin. Nonetheless, she had a hefty pair of tits. Being well into her thirties, Lily was a good decade younger than me, but she'd still been carrying those boulders around long enough on such a small frame that it made no sense that there wasn't a chiropractor in her life.
She had an ass to match them too. Mostly muscle, but also a nice bit of padding.
With a body like that, her face could have been completely busted, and she'd still be one of the hottest women I'd ever met. But it wasn't. She was gorgeous. Her skin was white as milk, her hair dark as night, thick, and lustrous.
Physically, at least, she had everything I looked for in a woman. But we'd only been together a few weeks, so I wasn't really sure that we were much of a match in other respects. As my family never tired of reminding me. And I knew they were right. Knew that I was deluding myself when I said that she was smart, funny, full of vitality, and kind. Funny might have been true, but when you're intoxicated by a woman's very scent, everything she says makes you laugh. And smart? Granted, as a successful academic at a top research university, my standards were a bit tough to meet. But I knew I wasn't marrying a intellectual peer. And full of vitality was probably just another way of saying that we weren't compatible. I didn't live for skydiving, surfing, rock-climbing, and all that. My ideal day off, to the extent that I even knew what that meant, involved a good mix of coffee, Scotch, and reading. Which, to Lily, meant it involved nothing but sitting down.
Still, for all that the logical part of my economist's mind knew better, I was convinced she was perfect for me. Ain't love grand?
"Okay, forward-slash end open-bracket sarcasm close-bracket. I'm serious."
She scrunched up her nose in distaste. My colleagues would get the joke, but no doubt all Lily heard was a bunch of meaningless nerdspeak. "I'm going to spend the day alone with your brother. Even though your whole family is in town, and you've been telling me for days that they're dying to meet me. And you really
"I know it can be a bit much, with all of them around. Wouldn't want to put you through that any sooner than necessary," I said. Then, with a grin, I added, "Besides, this way, I get a few hours without having to tell you that, no, I don't think it will rain. You know, when the weatherman says there's a five percent chance of precipitation, it really is pretty unlikely that it will rain."
She punched my chest. "Jackass." Then, she added, "Besides, it still could. Just you watch. He's going to be wrong, and my wedding will be ruined, and you'll have a miserable bride on your hands, with no backup plans. And then won't you just feel stupid."
I could have noted that my statement did not in any way preclude the possibility
that it could still rain. That it had in fact literally quantified that possibility. I might even have pointed out that if it did end up raining, it would not make the weatherman "wrong," and so, no, I would not feel stupid. No more so than I did when I made what was inarguably the right call, statistically speaking, at the poker table, only to have my opponent get lucky on the river. I could have said such things. But I knew that my attempt to draw a distinction between what was knowable ex ante
and what came to be true ex post
would have gone over about as well as the nerdy joke she'd just turned her nose up at.
So, instead, I simply kissed her nose.
It was just a touch too big, and was one of her very few physical imperfections. I loved her the more for it. It reminded me that she was a real person, that this wasn't a dream.
"What if Todd wasn't married? Would you trust him with me then?"
"Of course. Todd has taste. Have you seen Holly?"
Lily punched me again, a bit more forcefully. But she smirked as she did.
I didn't quite get how that worked. I'd been with plenty of women who got very upset at any sign that I found other women attractive. Not Lily though. She too had her limits, sure. One time, I'd made the mistake of talking to another woman for too long at a party, and that had really set her off. But as long as it wasn't too blatant, the occasional reminder to her that I knew that I had other options got her in the mood for sex more reliably than just about anything else could.
Not that my brother's wife counted. Or shouldn't have anyway. I might have options, but Holly most certainly wasn't one of them.
That didn't seem to matter though. Lily's nipples were hardening, and pressing against her tight halter top. It was all I could do to keep my hands to myself when I wanted nothing so much as to pop her beautiful big beasts out of that skimpy little top and fondle them. Perhaps suck on them a bit. Then titty-fuck her.
"And you also don't mind me having a bachelorette party the night before the wedding."
"Best get it all out of your system now," I said.
"Ha," she said, entirely without mirth. "Seriously. Your family won't be offended by that? I know you said they're pretty open-minded, but still."
"If they notice your absence, I doubt they'll care," I said. Then, tightening up for the third punch, I added, "Not like they're ready to accept you as part of the family anyway."
"You're pushing it, mister." But no third blow came.
Which, perhaps, was a sign that I really was getting close to the edge.
So I planted another kiss on her nose and said, "I think they got all that defensive bullshit out of the way years ago, when Todd and Natalie got married. Besides, they trust my judgment. They're eager to meet you, sure, but it's not like we're waiting for the final okay before we can actually tie the knot."
When I arrived at the hotel, I headed straight for my room. Ostensibly, I'd reserved one for myself because I'd intended to do some drinking. Even though our apartment was just across town, the drive was a good fifteen minutes and the last thing I needed was a DWI right before the wedding. But of course, the real reason was that I wanted to signal to Lily that I didn't mind leaving her alone in our apartment, and wanted her to wonder why I might want a room to myself.
After all, it wasn't like I'd never driven after having a few before. Irresponsible, but true.
However, at that moment, there was yet another reason I was happy I'd thought to reserve a room for myself. I realized that at some point, I'd decided that I was going to get laid tonight. I wasn't just trying to get Lily to wonder if maybe there was an outside chance that I was thinking about it. It was going to happen. Without a doubt.
Because I was going to fuck some of the women of my family.
I should have wanted to vomit at the thought. Shame just wasn't answering its phone though. Nor was guilt. On some level, I think, that was because I knew I'd done it so many times before. That incest was a family tradition. I couldn't actually remember ever fucking any other members of my family, granted. But I still knew that I had.
It was like I was living two lives at once. In one, I was an ordinary guy who'd had a few relationships that never went anywhere, mostly because I'd been married to my work. On another, I was a depraved fuck whose sexual experiences were almost exclusively with his closest relatives. And I felt sure that in this other life, which might have been pure fantasy or delusion and I might not have known the difference, I had supernatural powers. Powers that made me that much better at sex. And, the kicker was, so did all of the women of my family. So why would I want to fuck anyone else?
But that was crazy. It was something some guy who'd never kissed a girl in his life, let alone had sex with one, would dream up. Wasn't it?
I tried to put the thought out of my mind. Dream or no, I shouldn't be thinking about such things tonight of all nights. I should just shower and go to sleep.
Someone was knocking at the door to my hotel room. At least, I thought that was what I heard. With the shower running, it was hard to tell. I turned off the water.
Yup, there was definitely someone knocking. Persistently too.
I stepped out of the shower, threw a towel around my waist, and scurried out to answer the door, without bothering to slip into my clothes.
Because it sounded so urgent.
Not because I was hoping
to have one of my aunts catch me half-naked.
My sister-in-law stood there, mouth agape. She blushed as she drank in my physique. I wasn't the hottest guy around, but for someone who spent all his time hunched over a keyboard, I still looked pretty good. Only a little bit of a beer gut, and arms that were much beefier than they needed to be. I also had a rather handsome face, if I did say so myself.
Holly had aged even more gracefully. Her lush black hair belonged in a shampoo commercial. She could have used a curvier figure, but she was still quite attractive. In her youth, she'd been an underwear model. Even if Todd hadn't shown me pictures, I'd have believed him. She looked like she might still have the body for it.
Lily was pretty. She had a decidedly exotic beauty to her. You might not guess she was Persian, but it was clear she didn't come from European stock. And I liked that.
But Holly? Even in her late forties, she was gorgeous. Her skin was not as firm as it had once been, but it was striking all the same. From her full, ruby red lips, to her porcelain skin, lustrous hair, big brown eyes, long lashes and lush eyebrows, to her delicate chin and high cheekbones, she was almost like the Platonic ideal of classical beauty made flesh.
At least, from the neck up. Her stick-figure body hardly qualified as classical
. That was strictly a modern obsession, as far as I could tell. Her waist was as thin as Lily's, but unlike my fiance, the rest of her body matched her waist. Her legs had only the faintest hint of curves. Her hips were narrow. She did have a decent pair of breasts, for her frame, but they were a few cup sizes smaller than Lily's.
Still, modest though her curves were, she was a hot little number. And I couldn't look at her without thinking about how good those lips must feel wrapped around my cock. It certainly didn't hurt that she was wearing next to nothing. A frilly white blouse that was just long enough to cover what needed covering, white opaque knee-high stockings, and red patent-leather heels. A matching red silk ribbon was tied around her slender throat.
Had I thought to myself just a few hours ago that even if I had options, they didn't include my sister-in-law? Was there even a shred of evidence that she was any less madly in love with Todd than on the day they'd married?
In one world, that was true. But not the other.
I chuckled. "Where's the fire?"
Holly blushed. "Sorry. Didn't know you were in the shower."
"S'okay. Come on in. Just give me a second," I said.
She went and sat on the edge of the bed while I slipped back into the bathroom and put on a clean pair of silk boxers. Good enough, I decided. It left a great deal of my body-builder's physique exposed, but to hell with propriety.
Wait, my what
I was a tenured professor who kept better care of himself than most academics, but I did not
have the kind of muscle definition that would allow a picture of me to serve in place of those diagrams in anatomy textbooks that showed all the muscles. Didn't have a six-pack, let alone an eight-pack with such deep grooves between each of the rounded muscles that you could sink half a finger inside. That chest belonged on the cover of a magazine filled with advertisements for semi-legal supplements. My shoulders and arms were like cannonballs. And unlike some gym rats, my legs were equally powerful and chiseled.
Even my face looked different. A lot leaner, and just a little bit younger. My hair was mostly brown, but there was enough silver, especially at the temples, to make women say I looked distinguished. That jaw was much broader than I thought I was used to seeing.
After admiring myself a bit too long, I went back into the room to join Holly.
She sat on the bed, eying me from head to toe without batting an eyelash at my chosen attire. Or the sudden change in my figure.
"So, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said. "Just kind of lonely." Suddenly, her soft voice picked up volume. "I can't believe you suggested that Todd and Lily go out on the town together!"
I laughed. "What, are you really worried?"
She sighed and stared down into her lap. "I shouldn't be?"
Propping a hip against the dresser across from her, I said, "Come on
"Well, okay, of course I know how neurotic this sounds. We've been married for twenty five years. But have you seen that woman?"
I snickered. "More of her than your husband has, I assure you."
She blushed. "I should hope so. But you know what I mean. I don't think there's a woman alive who wouldn't feel insecure next to her. She's like a cartoon, with that figure."
"I don't know about-"
Holly held up her hands in protest. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's not even like I'm ashamed of how I look. I like my body, even if I don't have huge boobs. But, you know, it's not everyday Todd takes another woman out to dinner and drinks, let alone one who looks like she could be a pornstar."
I approached the bed slowly, went down on my haunches, and took one of Holly's hands in mine. "I trust him. And her. You should too."
"How can you be so calm? We're talking about your soon-to-be-wife."
She blew a stray ringlet of hair away from her face. "Frank, don't take this the wrong way, but there's a point where really romantic turns into really naive. No one, not no one, is entirely above temptation. The trick to a successful marriage is to avoid putting yourself in inappropriate situations, not to blindly believe that your spouse has superhuman willpower and would never, under any circumstances, turn unfaithful."
"Is that so?"
"It is," she said.
"So you probably shouldn't be alone in my hotel room, with me wearing nothing but my underwear. Is that what you're saying?"
"Why?" I asked.
She looked me in the eyes, and I knew in that instant that we were going to fuck. The only question was how much pretense we were going to bother with first.
"You wouldn't," she said.
She fretted at her lower lip with her white teeth.
Leaning in, my breath hot on her neck, I asked, "Why not?"
Her breathing accelerated, and I noticed her legs ease apart.
I felt her desire swelling. I don't know how I sensed it. But I did.
She turned her head away. Perhaps avoiding my gaze, but perhaps offering her slender neck to me. "Because." Meanwhile, one of her stocking feet slid up my calf.
"I could. Right now."
"Yes," she said, after a long pause. "You could."
I kissed her neck, sucked on her earlobe. She moaned in utter ecstasy.
Holly rested one hand on the back of my head, pressing me tight against her.
I pulled back after a fashion. Though I'd been the one whose mouth was preoccupied, it was Holly who was gasping for air.
"Well, now we're in quite the predicament," I said. "All our rationalizations for being sure our lovers aren't going to do anything suddenly look pretty flimsy. So maybe we should just go ahead and do what we both know we want to. How can we be blamed, after all, if they're doing the same right now?"
That made no sense, and we both knew it, but neither of us cared.
I dropped my boxers, and noticed the way her eyes bulged as she drank in my size. I knew I was ordinarily nowhere near this big. It hung more than halfway to my knee.
But then, part of me thought this was in fact my real size, in some sense. Knew that if I wanted it to, my cock could be half again as big as even this.
My sister-in-law licked her lips.
"Go ahead. You know you want to."
Holly hesitated only a moment before slipping off the bed, dropping to her knees, and engulfing me in her warm mouth.
She wasn't all that good, unfortunately. It was nice, to be sure. And the simple knowledge that she was married to my brother, who was better than me at almost everything and loved to remind me of it, did a lot to make up for her lack of technique. Even if she hadn't been as pretty as she was, and even if she was the worst lay of my life, I'd take great pleasure in fucking her, if only so I'd know that I'd made Todd's wife cum her brains out.
Now, if you'd asked me what was missing, what it was she wasn't doing that I'd expected and hoped for, I wasn't sure I could say. She didn't have a gag reflex, and she managed to slide my entire length down her throat. Her tongue was nimble and her lips were every bit as deliciously soft as I'd imagined. But even so, somewhere in my residual memory, I knew that a good blowjob could be ever so much more than this.
Was that Lily I was thinking of?
No. Lily was good. But I wouldn't need my residual memory to make that comparison. And I thought maybe I'd had much better than her too.
Another knock came at the door.
I was about to tell Holly not to stop when she pulled me out of her mouth. "Should you get that?" she asked, covering her breasts even though they were still in her blouse.
"I guess," I mumbled.
"Wait!" my sister-in-law said, stretching an arm up at me. "What if it's Lily? What are we going to say I was doing here?"
"The truth. Or some of it. You were asking me what I thought they were up to, whether they were having a good time."
"Right," she said, rising up to her feet. "Right. Okay." She pulled at the bottom of her blouse, as if that might hide the fact that she was in no way dressed appropriately.
I slipped my cock back in my boxers, contemplated slipping a shirt on, and decided not to bother. Holly's concerns notwithstanding, I was fairly sure it was not Lily. And just about anyone else who might be knocking on my door could see me dressed like this and I wouldn't mind. In fact, preferred that they did. Few guys in their twenties had bodies like this, nevermind men in their forties.
I didn't either, for that matter. Except that somehow I did. Similarly, I was sure that I was fairly inexperienced sexually, especially for my age, yet I was also sure that I was some kind of sex god. It hurt just thinking about it. Both of those were true, in their own way, but one was more true. I just wasn't sure which.
Aunt Iva stood outside, hands folded behind her back. Like me, she was many times better looking than made any sense, especially for her age. On some level, I thought that I knew her to be pushing sixty. And yet, she looked like a woman twenty years Holly's junior, rather than her senior. There were a few hints of maturity to suggest the truth was more complicated. Slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, laugh lines, a more mature set to her cheeks and jaw, a few stray gray hairs amidst the deep gold bob. But if you had to put a number to her age, you'd probably guess that she was in her twenties.
Technically, I guess the garment straining to hold her huge breasts counted as a bra, but just barely. There was no support or padding, even though her girls could have used it. Just as Lily's were a few cup sizes larger than Holly's, I was sure that Iva's were at least a size or two larger than Lily's. And her thick, puffy nipples, all but fully visible behind the gauzy layer of fabric, simply begged for a mouth to envelop them.
A matching pair of underwear, if you could call them that, hid her swollen pussy from view. Well, sort of hid it. It wasn't doing a great job of that.
My eyes made their way back up to her face. She was stunning. Skin as fair as Holly's, big brown eyes, lush lashes and thick brows, super-white teeth, and lips like you never saw. Describing Holly's lips as full seemed an abuse of the word in comparison to Iva's.
My eyes glanced down yet again.
She had a flat stomach, but not exactly toned abs. A touch of love-handles even, though only a touch. Which, come to think of it, was actually pretty cute. I'd never gone for the anorexic look as some men did. Holly was sexy, sure. But Iva was a woman
Her lower body was nothing amazing, but she had some curves there too. More than Holly, at any rate. Not that that was saying much.
"Well," she said with a snicker, "can I come in?"
"Now's not a great time," I said.
"See, the thing is, I think now's actually a great time," my aunt said. Again, I noticed that I somehow felt her desire, though not in a tactile sense.
"Frank. Don't be dense. I see the way you're looking at me. And it just so happens that I'm every bit as eager to have you inside me as you are to be there. And I don't care that you're my nephew anymore than you care that I'm your aunt. So, your dick is going to be inside my mouth in just about thirty seconds. It's up to you whether that's going to happen here, with the door open, where anyone can see, or inside your room."
When I didn't respond, she added, "Look, I just fucked my brother and sister. I want to add my nephew to the list."
I coughed my way through an awkward laugh.
"Or have you already got someone in there? Your mother, perhaps?" She paused a moment. "Because that's actually quite okay with me. Maybe even better."
"Holly," I said at last.
Iva raised an eyebrow. "Really? Now that's a tasty morsel. I've wondered what she must look like naked more than a few times. Please tell me you're willing to share."
I stepped aside and, with a broad sweep of my hand, gestured for her to come in.
Holly slipped out into the open, unbuttoning her blouse. "Hi," she said, quietly.
"Hello there," Iva said. "Aren't you just stunning."
Holly blushed, continuing to fumble with the buttons.
Next to most women, especially women her age, Holly was
stunning. But she didn't begin to compare to Iva. And I generally preferred brunettes. There was something otherworldly, almost supernatural, about Iva.
I closed the door to my room then circled back around behind Iva. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I leaned in and nibbled her ear.
"Mmm, there you go," she said, tilting her head to give me easier access. "I was starting to worry that maybe you'd gotten stage fright or something."
"I fucked my son earlier," Holly blurted out.
Iva laughed, clapped her hands. "Good for you!"
"I heard what you guys were saying," my sister-in-law said. "I felt so horrible about it at first, but it seems everyone is doing it. So, I guess, it can't really mean anything. Can't mean I'm some kind of sick pervert. Right?"
"That's right," Iva said. "Join the club."
I slid one hand up my aunt's front, ripped her pathetic excuse for a top away.
Holly stared, mouth agape. "Wowza."
My aunt and I laughed.
"I mean," Holly said, blushing, "you're so beautiful."
"Thank you," Iva said. "Are we going to get to see what you're hiding under there sometime tonight?"
At long last, Holly lost the blouse. She'd given up on the buttons though. Just slid the voluminous thing up over her head and tossed it on the floor.
Her breasts were modest, especially compared to Iva's glorious pair, but they sat very well on her slender frame. Almost looked oversized, if only in comparison to the rest of her.
She covered the short distance between us and replaced my hands atop Iva's oversized cantaloupes. I let my hands fall away. One went to Iva's ass, the other her pussy.
Not a minute later, my aunt lay on her back, running her hands through Holly's luxurious black curls while the younger woman ate her out, and I knelt behind Holly.
My sister-in-law moaned her way through an intense climax almost immediately. Memories started to bubble up to the surface, and I realized I could not only change my appearance, enhance my cock, but really alter reality in profound ways. My tongue, or perhaps it was tongues, did things it or they couldn't have done. I gave Holly a rim job at the same time that I lapped her labia, flicked her clit, and slid my tongue deep inside her to tongue-fuck her G-spot. Holly's second orgasm arrived on the heels of her first.
The same, unfortunately, could not be said for my aunt.
After Holly's second monster orgasm, Iva politely indicated that she'd like me to pick up where Holly left off. Looking slightly insulted, but entirely too high from the pleasures I'd visited upon her to form an objection, Holly sat down against the edge of the bed and sucked my dick while I buried my head in between my aunt's supple thighs.
Whereas Holly had tasted like a woman, Iva tasted like something more. There was the usual salty, sweaty taste. But also a sweet hint of vanilla as well. It drove me wild. And the way she responded so enthusiastically to every touch did as well. Her stiff clitoris slipped out from under its hood to say hi and ask me if I wanted to play with her. I very much did.
Despite the fact that she seemed more sensitive than Holly, shuddering at the slightest touch, Iva held out longer than Holly had. But with tongues and fingers exploring virtually every part of her two orifices at once, it wasn't a lot
When my aunt finally came, spraying warm ejaculate, I felt more memories return.
From there, the performance I gave Iva made my previous efforts look pathetic. Hands and mouths seemed to be everywhere. I sucked, licked, nibbled, caressed and groped just about every part of her body at once. Blue bolts jumped from my hands to her smooth skin, and each one made her shudder with a tiny orgasm.
Within a few minutes, I was pouring a monster load of sperm down my sister-in-law's throat as my aunt thrashed her way through yet another climax.
The three of us then took a moment to catch our breath. Only a moment though.
While the two of them sixty-nined, I fucked Iva in her ass. Then they switched places and I pounded Holly's tight little brown hole while the women pleasured one another orally again. Iva lapped up my spunk as it pulsed out of Holly's spasming sphincter.
It had escaped my notice at first, but after a few times, I noticed that each orgasm I gave the women brought me an intense rush of energy. This was what was restoring my memories of who I really was. What was helping me to remember that the fantasy world was in fact much more real than the one in which I was a workaholic economist. With each climax, I was draining them, but not of blood, or life force, but of some supernatural, sexual, energy. I forced myself not to draw too much, lest I leave them unable to continue.
Careful though I was, however, Holly tapped out before long.
Iva, on the other hand, was insatiable.
My aunt finally showed me what a good blowjob felt like. I was not disappointed in the least. This was exactly what I'd had in mind when thinking that Holly could have been better. My aunt brought me to climax at least as many times as I had her. I felt her pouring energy into me just before sucking it back out, and then some, as she swallowed the tidal wave of cum that poured freely from me. At first I didn't realize what she was doing, why she'd pour energy into me only to take it right back. Then I realized that she was prolonging my orgasm so that she could feast that much longer upon my stock of supernatural energy. That realization startled yet excited me.
Even after I realized that, I didn't try to stop her. I trusted her not to push too far. And watching her swallow what must have been more than a pint of my cum was fucking hot
. My balls pumped so fast and so hard, producing so damn much of the thick, creamy spunk that she couldn't possibly get all of it down. But even as it dribbled down her cheeks, past her neck, onto her breasts, she kept right on swallowing what she could.
Gradually, our memories returned to us. As they did, we threw in more and more supernatural flourishes. Like defying gravity, or surrounding ourselves in a swarm of hands and spectral mouths, with which we pleasured whatever parts of one another's bodies weren't already receiving attention. The not-quite-electric bolts of crackling energy that induced baby orgasms instantly upon contact made several appearances.
At one point, there were three of me and three of her. We had two different threesomes at the same exact time. One was MFF, one MFM.
Eventually, though, even we needed a break. Iva curled up beside me, purring. "That was great. Before, with Holly, and after, with just us. You were amazing, as always. And, if I'm not mistaken, still getting better. Which is crazy. In a very, very good way. And finding that tiny little raven-haired beauty in here with you was a most welcome surprise. I've wanted to eat her snatch for so long. Todd really did well for himself. And imagine what she'll be like once she's Elevated!"
"Tell me about it," I said.
"You did a nice job with the veil, by the way," she continued. "I didn't really start to put things together, not fully, until I went down on you. Even after Gus and Cindy. Lucky for me I know what I'm doing down there and have these great lips that drive both men and women crazy. Otherwise, I might still be in the dark."
I laughed, kissed the side of her head. "You're okay, yeah."
"Okay, my ass," she said with a tweak of my nose between her thumb and forefinger before turning around to press her back against me. Holly regained consciousness around then, and she slid up against my aunt like a third spoon.
Slowly, our kissing and petting grew more vigorous. When Holly confirmed that she'd caught a second wind, we started back up again.
Rare was the moment where there were only three bodies in that bed. Mostly, we worked in pairs. But we tried some more complex combinations as well.
Dad handed me an extra large cup of coffee as I slipped out of my hotel room, burning up some energy to clean up after the marathon session with Iva that had only ended a few seconds ago. He looked me up and down. "No sleep. At all."
"None," I confirmed, taking the coffee from him.
"Why didn't we do that?" Aunt Cindy asked.
"Oh, good morning, Aunt Cindy," I said. "Didn't realize you were joining us."
"Hadn't originally planned on it. But I realized it may be my only chance to catch you away from both your fiance and, more importantly, my sister."
I laughed as I stared her up and down. She wore a loose sundress and sandals. Not particularly revealing. Of course, a burlap sack couldn't hide the fact that she looked damned good. She too looked like she was in her twenties rather than her sixties. Which she...well, she wasn't, really. Who knew how old she was. But most of the time that we were in the mortal world, she wore the guise of a woman who was. Now that she let her real self show through, though, she was quite impressive. Less my type than her sister was, but there were certainly men who would have said the opposite.
Dad shook his head as we headed for the elevator. "You're not even tired?"
"I may need to crash later. May not. Coffee will do for now."
"Better not fall asleep in the ride back from the airport. If you need to nap on the way there, that's fine. But you better be awake once we meet your grandmother."
"I'll be fine," I said.
"Well, I can't say I'm happy about you stealing my sister away from us," Dad said. "But I'll give you this. You've traded up."
I wanted to punch him in the face.
Iva was amazing. In a lot of ways. But I didn't have with her what I had with Mom. Couldn't. Wouldn't want to. At least, I didn't think I'd want to. At any rate, I absolutely did not appreciate the implication that Iva was worthy of my devotion but Mom was not.
"Not so sure about that," I said.
"We'll take her back, if you don't want her," Cindy said with a snicker.
"That's not what I meant. And she'll spend her nights in whatever bed she chooses, I'm fairly certain. Anyway, my point was, I'm still trying to get used to the idea that Mom is gone. I wouldn't call it trading up."
"Whatever you say, son," Dad said, clapping me on the back.
We reached the lobby. Outside, a limo awaited us.
Cindy ooh'd and ah'd as we slid into the back. The leather seats were beyond comfortable. And it was quite spacious. Plenty of room to entertain ourselves. It offered a very comfortable ride, as well. Good thing, since the airport was an hour away.
After a few minutes, Dad said, "I'm not sure I've been this nervous in years."
"Been entirely too long since we've seen her," Cindy said.
"But it's you who should really be anxious," he told me.
"Is that so?" I asked.
"You know she's going to let into you for not inviting her to your coronation," Dad said.
"Ah. You remembered that, huh?" I said.
"Things starting coming back at one point, yeah," Dad said. Taking Cindy's hand in his and staring into her blue eyes, he said, "We didn't quite make a true all-nighter of it, but we had more than a little fun, didn't we?"
She kissed him by way of response.
I sipped my coffee. "You're right. She's definitely not going to be happy."
"She's going to torture you. Let me tell you, when that woman decides that you need punishing...well, glad I'm not in your shoes." Then he rubbed at his Van Dyke with the backs of his fingers. "Though, come to think of it, she's really gone soft. Spoiled you and all her grandkids."
"I have that effect on women."
"So I've gathered," Dad said.
"Look, here's a friendly tip," I began. I described to him, in painstaking detail, some of my best moves. Cindy chimed in every so often to assure my father that the things I was describing were indeed very effective. I felt her Libido soar as I went on, coaching my father in cunnilingus. And, more specifically, the use of our supernatural powers in that respect.
At first, he stared at me with a look that said, "You've got to be kidding me." Which was fair enough. When his son was about to get married, a father was supposed to coach his son in the art of pleasuring a woman. Not the other way around.
But, particularly when he noticed Cindy's enthusiastic agreement with more or less my every word, he listened more and more patiently.
Soon, Cindy pulled her dress up, revealing that she didn't have any underwear on, and encouraged him to try out the techniques I was describing right there. He did so happily. Some of my better moves simply required more power than he had, but he eagerly put some suggestions into practice. And did so well enough that his sister was soon ejaculating with her every orgasm, of which there were more than a few.
But after a while, Aunt Cindy cut the lesson short so that she could suck her brother's cock and give her little lady some time to recover.
After swallowing a couple of his loads, she turned her attention to me. "His majesty has been so patient," she said as she crawled across the limo floor. "I thought maybe you were going to show him how it's done while I was pleasuring him."
"Thought about it," I said. "But sounded like you needed a break."
Cindy said, "That was considerate of you," before taking me in her warm mouth.
By the time we got to the airport, Dad and I had both fucked each of Aunt Cindy's holes a few times, and often at the same time.
I barely used any of my powers. Cindy didn't seem capable of handling much more stimulation than she was already receiving.
Yet another reason to prefer Iva, even if trim and athletic was your cup of tea.
Grandma was waiting for us by the baggage claim, holding her one carry-on bag. Though she hadn't checked any luggage, there was no more obvious meeting place.
I hadn't included her in the veil I'd placed over the rest of us. But I wasn't surprised to see that she wore two images. One was dominant and likely the only one any of the mortals around us saw. The other flickered in and out of sight. Though some of us sometimes wore our true faces in public, it was good practice to stay in character, and if Grandma Kaitlin had ever been careless about anything, I'd certainly never heard tell of it.
For the most part, she appeared as a little old lady, wearing a typically horrid dress and straw hat. Her white hair was wispy, and thinning. Her skin was heavily wrinkled and liver-spotted. She had a few stray hairs on her upper lip and her chin. Her body was thin and frail and her breasts hung down to her hips. But the other Grandma Kaitlin could pass for younger than Cindy, at least at first glance. There were signs of maturity in her face if you looked closely, but at least superficially, she almost looked like jail bait.
Though she was the most powerful woman in the family, and could be mistaken for the youngest by anyone who wasn't paying close enough attention, she wasn't even close to the best looking. Which was not to say she was physically unattractive. By any means. There was something strange about her face though. She had a thin upper lip that seemed to be frozen in a semi-sneer. And though her body was appealing enough, she had neither her elder daughter's lower body nor her younger's breasts.
Still, there was something about her.
Perhaps it was her unique facial expression, for all that it defied conventional standards of beauty. The perpetual sneer had turned me off at first, but I'd rather quickly come to think it incredibly cute. It suggested a certain playfulness, as well as intelligence. Like reality itself was a great big joke that no one but her was in on. Talking to her, seeing her biting wit and cool confidence in action, only further reinforced that impression.
Or maybe it was just the sheer power she contained within her. The last time I'd seen her, I'd been too weak to properly appreciate that. But now, just standing close to her, I felt like I stood before a roaring fire in the dead of winter, or beneath a cool breeze on a blistering summer day. Neither quite fit. What I felt was not, strictly speaking, a physical sensation. But her Libido was so powerful, so radiant, so full of primal energy, that the very thought of leaving its presence was terrifying.
Deirdre certainly made a bigger show of displaying her talent. But as I basked in the glory of my grandmother's Libido, I wondered if the two were not in fact equal in power.
This version of my grandmother wore black panties with white bows over her hips and a black camisole that, despite its long sleeves, barely covered her nipples. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight and held in place by a black ribbon. Like her daughters, her skin was breathtakingly pale and her eyebrows darker and thicker than you'd expect to find on a blonde, even considering her prominent dark roots. Her eyes, hazel, were big and bright.
Her belly-button was pierced, and a long bauble hung from it. She also wore dangling earrings and a red beaded necklace that hung down into her cleavage. It was the exact same shade as her thin lips and her fuck-me-in-the-ass-pumps.
"Well, take a look at you," Grandma said to my father, handing him her bag and standing up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "My handsome son."
"Hi, Mom. Get in okay?"
"It would appear so," she said. Turning to face Cindy, she smiled and held her hands out for a hug. The two embraced warmly. No smartass remarks for her daughter.
Then it was my turn to embrace her. I held her loosely, trying not to notice how intoxicating her perfume was, or how nice her body felt against me for all that it lacked the generous curves that I generally preferred. She squeezed me in tighter and whispered, "You and I are going to talk, young man." As she pulled away, forced smile still wide, she said, louder, "And it's so lovely to see you, Frank!"
I winced. "Nice to see you too, Grandma."
"I hope you have some idea what you're doing," she muttered under her breath as the four of us made our way out to the limo. "Cindy, dear, I just love that dress!"
Dad climbed into the back of the limo first. Grandma slid in beside him, the elderly matron figure disappearing entirely the minute she was inside.
Cindy slipped in next, taking the seat opposite Dad. Finally, I sat next to my aunt, across from my grandmother.
Not a moment after the door closed, Grandma had my father's halfway hard cock out in the open. It inflated rapidly as she pumped her small fist up and down its length. "I've missed you so," she said, her eyes fixated on Dad's cock.
"Me too?" Dad asked.
Grandma laughed, pinched his cheek and shook it. "Yes, baby."
"We missed you, too, Mom," Dad said.
"So much you've hardly ever come to visit me?" she asked.
"We thought you wanted to be left alone," Cindy said with a frown.
"Oh, sweetie," Grandma said. "I did. For the most part. But I'd still have welcomed a good fuck every now and then. Old women have needs too, you know."
"Sorry," Dad mumbled under his breath.
"But anyway," Grandma said. "I'm not really upset with you
." She turned her hazel eyes to me. "So, Frank. Tell me." She kicked one of her red heels off. The two seats were suddenly much closer together than they had been. I hadn't noticed she'd done that, until I felt her bare foot gently caressing my cock and balls through my khakis. How could I forget how nimble her feet were, and how much she liked to include them in the fun? "What exceptional mitigating circumstances account for the fact that you didn't invite me to your coronation, and haven't been to visit me since you took the throne?"
I coughed, clearing my throat.
"Hmm?" she asked.
Dad slid his hands between his mother's legs, tucking her panties to the side. My eyes followed his hands. Her glistening folds were tight. Not prominent and puffy like Iva's. Just a pretty little slit. Her golden brown curls were shaped into a V.
Grandma moaned contentedly, laying her free hand atop his to guide him deeper in.
"Wanted to get some things done first?" I said, as if it were a question. Well, I was
asking a question. But it was whether she'd accept that answer. With a nervous laugh, I added, "You know what they say. It's easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission."
"At least you're being honest," she said. Her foot was working wonders. Of course, since she'd ramped up my sensitivity to nearly painful levels, she'd have had me close to cumming even if her movements were clumsy. Which they most certainly were not. "Cindy, honey," Grandma said, looking at my aunt, "would you be a dear and come eat your mother's pussy?"
Cindy dropped to her knees, slapped her brother's hands aside, and ripped Grandma's panties off. She stared in wonder at the beautiful slit for a moment before going to work.
Dad gave me some respite by pulling his mother in for a deep kiss. Between her son's lips and her daughter's tongue, my grandmother was distracted for close to a full minute.
But as she pulled away from Dad, Grandma said, "I appreciate you wanting to protect your son, Gus. But I'm not nearly done with the upbraiding."
"I'm not trying to protect him. Far as I'm concerned, whatever you've got in store for him, he's got coming, and more. I told him on our way over here that you were softer with him than you'd ever been with me. I just can't help wanting to kiss you is all."
"That's sweet," she said, leaning in to kiss him again. Her hand worked his stiff cock faster and faster. "And you're right. I have been too soft."
Cindy must have redoubled his efforts, because Grandma closed her eyes, bucked her hips, and bit into her lower lip as she moaned.
"I...ungh, oh, that's it...think we...Cin, baby, just like that...can all have what we want," she said at last. With that, she got up from the back seat and climbed into my lap. Except she was still sitting there, stroking her son while her daughter ate her out.
Grandma took my hands and guided them to her cami. I freed her breasts. "You're going to beg me to let you finish," she said. "I'm going to bring you to the brink and leave you there, until I like what I hear."
And she meant it.
After some dry-humping, my grandmother gave me a blowjob that would almost put Iva to shame. Almost. Iva was too damned good to be shamed by any woman. But, still, Grandma knew how to make me experience pleasures such as I'd never even imagined.
Of course, just as I was getting ready to explode, she stopped.
"Got a better answer for me yet?" she asked.
I groaned. Reaching for my cock, I figured I could at least finish myself off.
But Grandma would have none of that. She mounted me reverse-cowgirl and took my fat cock in her tight snatch. As she rode me, she made her ass shake so beautifully that I forgot that I thought it relatively flat and shapeless. Meanwhile, on a metaphysical level, she reversed course. I quickly grew so numb that I could scarcely feel the warmth of her vagina. To my utter disappointment, the orgasm I'd been so close to achieving faded away. Once it did, Grandma allowed me to enjoy the feel of being inside her.
I tried to read Grandma's Libido more closely. It took some effort, since neither of us had climaxed yet and we didn't have much of a connection. But eventually, an image filled my mind. A long, deep, stone passage led down to a well the size of an ocean.
As I stared with my mind's eye at the center of her power, I realized that one could differentiate the sexual energy that we each carried within us not just quantitatively, but also qualitatively. That is, I was not only keenly aware of how much energy Grandma held within her, but I had some sense of its flavor, and how that differed from that of the energy I'd sense when peering inside Mom or Aunt Iva.
And why shouldn't it? There were, after all, different types of desire. There was kinetic desire, or longing for nothing so much as vigorous physical stimulation. There was romantic desire, or yearning for soft touches, sweet kisses, and all the things that signified genuine affection and intimacy. There was carnal desire, the yearning for acts that flouted moral dictates, acts that represented an attraction so intense that self-control grew powerless before it. And, of course, variations on those basic categories.
I pushed back against Grandma with what I hoped was the right combination of the different types of energy. I couldn't match her for raw power, but with enough finesse, I might be able to catch her off guard all the same.
My grandmother jerked upright, slapping my chest hard with both hands, eyes wide. Panting, she said, "Whoa! What the...Frank?" She wiped a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Who taught you how to do that
Kneading her ass like dough, I said, "No one."
"Seriously?" she asked.
Grandma's sneer had been temporarily replaced by a genuine smile.
We kissed long and hard, and she took the lid off. I burst instantly, shooting my cum into my grandmother's womb.
"I've heard of people who'd worked it out on their own. But most people need to be taught how to handle the different shades of desire separately. And I had no idea that you had such a good read on my tastes," she said. "Not that you got it exactly right. If you'd gone just a little heavier on the darker, kinkier energy, I would have been completely at your mercy. But you got awfully close to taking me from two to ten in a fraction of an instant."
"It just sorta came to me," I said. "Who taught you, by the way? Wait, no. Let me guess. Was it...Daphne? Or Silas?"
Her smile broadened. "Right the first time." She mussed my hair. "Here I was worried sick about you and how you were in over your head."
"Well, I probably still am."
"Probably so. But you're apparently not nearly as dim as I'd feared."
was thinking she was paying me a compliment.
"So there may be hope for you yet," she added. Then grave concern suddenly fell over her face. "Please tell me you have no desire to become Patriarch."
I held up both hands in protest. "No, no. I'm not even sure how long I want to be king."
Grandma sighed heavily. "Good. If you did...Silas is not an enemy you want to have."
As if I didn't know that already.
"First thing I did was bury the hatchet between our courts," I said.
She raised a dark eyebrow.
"We signed a peace agreement just recently. Otherwise, this wedding wouldn't be happening. Lily was his captive. Well, his sister's."
"Is that so," she said. "What did you have to give-" Her eyes went wide. "Oh!" she gasped, and glanced over her shoulder. Finding another me behind her, she smiled and nodded, giving me the okay to take her ass with my second body. So the two of me double-penetrated my grandmother.
As ever with that position, it took us a while to get comfortable. Grandma's ass was not as tight as some women's, and she had masterful control over her sphincter. But even so, it was a position that demanded delicacy. After a fashion, though, we found our groove, and I got her off a few times. When I did, she allowed me to drain what was, for me, a copious amount of energy. I felt like I could walk on air, swallow the sun, and pulverize mountains. Yet, for her, that was but a small fraction of what she had within her.
For a time, the four of us spoke hardly a word. Grandma and I wore a few extra bodies, and we swapped partners several times. Dad and I spit-roasted Grandma while, on the seat opposite us, Grandma and Aunt Cindy sixty-nined. I gave Aunt Cindy a Tupperware Party while Dad fucked Grandma doggy-style. And so on.
When Dad and Cindy announced that they needed a break, which quickly turned into a nap, I'd thought Grandma and I would keep going. But she suggested we relax for a bit as well. Unlike the other two, we didn't sleep, but we did stop fucking.
So, while I gave her a gentle back rub, I asked Grandma, "Have I finally earned the right to know what two things you regret?"
"Oh, I don't know," she said in a playful voice. "Yeah, maybe a hint or two. Not a full-fledged answer, perhaps, but you've certainly earned something
"Okay. Hit me," I said.
"They both have to do with Iva."
Iva?" I asked her.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Grandma rolled her eyes at that. With a sigh, she said, "Your father knows both of the things I regret. Iva and Cindy know about one of the incidents to which I'm referring, but not the other."
But try as I might, and try I did, I couldn't pry any more information from her. And when it became clear that I intended to continue trying all the way back to the hotel, if necessary, she decided we didn't need a break from sex after all.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Grandma did things I'd only ever seen one other woman do. And she showed me a few things that Deirdre hadn't besides. My balls were working overtime, serving up one hot load after another of fresh cum for my little minx of a grandmother. If not for the fact that Grandma had more than a few orgasms herself, and with each one allowed me to drink as heavily as I wished, I'd have been as dry and lifeless as the leaves in late autumn. My cum went inside her ass, some in her pussy, some her mouth, and some painted her marble skin whiter still.
I even shot a load or two into unnatural vaginas that Grandma had grown in the bottoms of her feet. Her freaking feet
That one had been a true surprise. When she'd first told me she wanted me fuck her feet, I thought she was talking about giving me a hand-job without her hands. But no.
My blood stream was basically an endorphin stream by the time we arrived back the hotel. Grandma and I both must have looked drunk to the clerk behind the desk in the lobby, stumbling and giggling as we were. For their part, Dad and Cindy still looked half-asleep. And Grandma and I had gone easy on them.
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