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The forces pushing us to mateconstantly seemed to ebb during dinner. There were plenty of awkward glances, but the conversation was completely mundane. We had all spent the day engaging in incest, but it was like that was somehow less worthy of discussion than conversations about movies, music, books, or television shows.

And it continued after dinner, when Mom insisted we all watch classic Christmas movies together. Which, at first, I'd thought was a euphemism for holiday-themed porn. But no. She meant actual Christmas movies, like Miracle on 34th Street, It's a Wonderful Life, and dreadfully cheesy crap like that.

The side conversations were as prurient as could be. But it didn't go past side conversation. Something seemed to keep us from further indulging in our family's favorite pastime.

I had a pretty good idea I knew what that something was, though I wasn't sure how Mom had done it. At least, I assumed it had to have been Mom. Iva was probably the only other one strong enough to manage something like that, and I didn't think she'd have been particularly inclined to do so. She was almost as bad as the three youngest members of the clan when it came to trying to hide her complete lack of interest in the movie.

While we took a brief break between movies, I went to fix myself an Irish coffee. Iva slipped into the kitchen behind me and gave my ass a soft pinch. "Hey there, stud."

"I've been thinking about earlier," she said. "That really was a generous proposal."

"Don't mention it," I said. "I want you to know-"

My aunt pressed a slender finger to her full lips. "Shh. Don't."

"I was only going to-"

"I'm glad we buried the hatchet," she said. "But let's not make into something more."

I frowned. "Did I say something wrong?"

And which one of us was throwing around pet names and pinching bottoms?

She patted my hand . "No, no. I just think maybe I gave you the wrong impression." She looked down at her feet, which were encased in those garish multicolored socks that girls seemed to think were so cute. "I've already found the closest thing to a life partner that our kind can really hope for. As have you. I know you'd like the two of us to be closer, and I might have given the impression earlier that I would too, but let's not kid ourselves."

As badly as I wanted to reach out to her, to hold her and kiss her, I didn't. I certainly didn't believe that she meant what she was saying. But her body language and her Libido both suggested it would be best for now to give her some space.

"Cindy's a very lucky woman," I said.

She crossed her hands under her breasts. "Is there something wrong with that?"

I raised my hands defensively. "Whoa, whoa. I wasn't judging."

Iva sighed, very nearly popping out of her undersized bustier. "Sorry. I just can't figure out why guys think it's so weird. You've seen me eat pussy often enough. You think that's, what, just another way of trying to turn you on? Would you suck a dick just to excite a woman? Why do you guys always assume that a woman who enjoys members of both sexes must naturally still expect to end up in some kind of lasting relationship with a man?"

"Do you hear me offering any counter-arguments?"

My aunt leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "No." She smiled faintly. "For some reason, being around you brings back a lot of old memories." She stroked my bicep. "I hardly spent any time in the mortal world after I came of age. Didn't even finish my first year of college. That wasn't entirely by choice, but I can't say I miss it. In the mortal world, my only options were to swear off men altogether or have everyone assume that no matter what my recreational activities were, someday I'd find a good man and settle down."

I gestured for her to make room for me to get at the microwave.

Running a hand through her platinum blonde hair, she said, "I was in a committed relationship with this incredible woman for a little while. When I was sixteen. I was completely loyal to her. When she caught me looking at other women, she got a bit jealous, but it wasn't a big deal, right? Not like she didn't sometimes do the same. Everyone does. But there was this one time that she caught me checking out a guy, and she totally freaked. Called me a LUG, all that garbage. I never even claimed to be a lesbian, so I don't know where that came from. We didn't last a week after that. And it was no better with the few men I dated. They thought it was hot when I checked out women. But every one of them, not that there were many, mind you, flipped out when they realized I was willing to consider spending the rest of my life with a woman."

"Well, times have changed since we were young in the mortal world," I said.

Iva shrugged. "Yes, no, sorta. The times never really change, obviously."

"Wait, why is that obvious?" I asked as I poured some Irish cream into my coffee.

"I forgot how cute you can be," she said. I was sure that if I'd been facing her, she'd have pinched my nose. "Like you don't know. Anyway, I'm probably making it all sound simpler than it is. You think I haven't noticed that Cindy might not feel the same way about me as she does our dear brother," she said with a weary sigh. "But I have."

"I'm sorry," I said. And I was. The sadness in her voice, her eyes, her suddenly cold Libido, were like a fist squeezing my heart. I might have liked it if she wanted me the way she did Cindy, but I couldn't see her feeling this way and take pleasure in it.

And how vain and insecure did I need to be to want her to feel that way about me anyway? I had as good a thing going as I could ask for with Mom.

"I know what that must be like," I continued. "For a long time, my mother favored Dom. Can't say I was crazy about that."

"Well, it's complicated than just that, I think. I don't know that she's prefers Gus. Sometimes, it feels like that. But other times, it doesn't. It's just so confusing. I know that she isn't on the same page as me, but I'm not sure what page she is on. I almost wish I knew for sure that there was no chance she'd ever feel the same way, so at least I could move on. It's felt like that ever since I returned to court, and it's getting old."

I pulled her against my chest and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sure you've considered the possibility that since she's spent more time in the mortal world than you, and grew up in a different era than you, she's been socialized differently? Even if she felt exactly the same, she might have a hard time coming to grips with it."

"Thank you, professor. It's occurred to me, yes," she said, wrapping a hand around my waist. "But you realize we've pretty much cast off societal mores already, right?"

"Have we? The whole idea of lasting pair-bonds is something of a holdover from a world obsessed with monogamy, don't you think?"

"I guess," she said.

"By the way, are you going to explain what you meant about how it's obvious that the times never change?" I asked.

She stared at me in disbelief. "Frank, the mortal world, the one we visit, isn't real. Our kind haven't been to the real one in...pretty close to forever, near as anyone can tell. What we refer to when we talk about the mortal world is sort of like a really elaborate simulation."

I sipped my coffee with responding.

"Every so often, we hit the reset button. It's pretty much always been, and always will be, somewhere around the turn of the century. You honestly didn't know that?"

"I had some idea. But I can't really say I knew all that, no."

She sighed before planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

"No wisecrack about how I haven't really changed so much after all?"

"Too easy," she said.

"So how old are we?"

I knew it was a tricky question, based on an earlier conversation with Mom, but there had to be some kind of answer, however messy.

Iva shrugged. "Who knows. What will feel like eighteen years or so will pass here, and two years will go by in the Homelands. If you were to go by date of birth, it only gets more confusing, since we were pretty much all of us born between the early 80's and mid 90's. Even your grandmother. Your mother might have been born 'after' you, in a sense. Though in an earlier incarnation of the mortal world."

I hid behind my coffee again while I let that sink in. "So are any of the people in what we think is the mortal world, you know, alive?"

"Well, I guess it depends on what your definition of life is. But the short answer is pretty much yes, if you have to simplify things. I'm not sure it would be possible to drain energy from them otherwise. Nevermind Elevate them."

"You said that none of us have been back to the real mortal world," I said. "So we came from there. When, and how?"

"That," Aunt Iva said, "is a great question."

"Which means you don't have a great answer."

"Precisely," she said. "We started leaving there long before the twentieth century, I can tell you that much. I wouldn't hold my breath waiting to meet one, but the oldest among us are said to remember the Dark Ages. So the obvious question is why we keep building simulated mortal worlds set near the end of the twentieth century or the beginning of the twenty-first. Someone must know the answer to that, but I sure as heck don't."

"I see," I said, though I wasn't sure I really did. "So there \emph{are} things you don't know."

"Some," she said, with a faint grin.

"Someday, you're going to tell me how you know all this. You keep acting surprised that I don't know these things, but it doesn't seem like anyone else does either."

She feigned an innocent look. "Well, in my defense, it \emph{is} fun to lecture the professor. But you're right. You're no more ignorant than most everyone else."

"So did you get all this from your mother? I can't get her to tell me anything. But she's obviously more enlightened than the rest of us."

"Mostly because of me." Iva said. "But, anyway, if we hold things up any longer, your mother might get upset."

Without another word, she went up on her tiptoes, planted a soft kiss on my currently smooth cheek, then turned and padded out of the kitchen on those ridiculous socks of hers.

I stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, trying to wrap my head around a great many awfully confusing things, before returning to the living room.

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We only got halfway through the second movie before even Mom lost interest in keeping up the charade. She turned turned the lights back on, turned the TV off, and announced that we were all free to do as we pleased for the rest of the night. When we were kids, if she did that, it was a safe bet that what she really meant when she said that we were free to do as we pleased was that we were ruining family time and if we knew what was good for us, we'd apologize and insist that she turn the lights back off and the movie back on.

But that wasn't what she was going for this time.

I knew, because I could feel her Libido from across the room, even though there were several other pulsing sources of sexual energy lying between us. Granted, as close as Mom and I were, I could pick her out of a crowded room even when her Libido was cold. As it had been when we'd started the movie. But it certainly wasn't now.

Natalie led Rob and Pat upstairs and Sean and Holly approached one another. Meanwhile, I headed towards Mom. She met my gaze and smiled.

Before I got there, though, Dad and Cindy asked Mom if she'd join them. And, with a quick and apologetic glance towards me, she agreed.

Part of me thought that Dad had relinquished his claim on Mom long ago. I'd also never gotten the impression that Cindy was interested in Mom. There was no reason for them to get in the way like that.

But the more rational part of me insisted that it would be wise to make sure the sometimes hot and sometimes cold rivalry between the Orwins and the Farriers remained cold. Iva would help with that, yes, but she had been gone from the court for a long time. The more that Dad thought of Mom as his wife rather than the head of House Orwin, the better.

"Don't look so sad," Melanie said as she came up behind me and gave me a hip check. "I may be the consolation prize, but you shouldn't make me feel like I am."

I snickered.

"Laughing is not a good start," she said.

I took her in my arms and kissed her. She tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth.

"Whoa," I said, pushing her back. "Mel, sweetie, a little subtlety goes a long way."

Her bronze cheeks flushed red. I felt streaks of anger and indignation shoot through her. I also noticed that her Libido was a modest thing compared to Mom's or Iva's, but it was quite impressive for someone of her age and inexperience.

I cursed myself for a fool. What good was it to make sure House Farrier remembered that I belonged to their house the same as I did my mother's if I was going to fuel my niece's sense that no one took her seriously enough?

Taking one of her hands in mine, I said, "I'm sorry. It's just that there's a fire inside you that's sometimes fearsome to behold. And while I want to be near it, I don't want to feel like a moth. Make sense?

She regarded me silently for a time, her blue eyes unblinking. At last, she nodded.

I ran a hand through her red hair. "There's some things you and I ought to discuss anyway. Would you care for a drink?"

Mel chewed at her lip. I could almost hear the question she wanted to ask. But either she realized that of course I was going to want to fuck her too, or she just didn't want her uncle to tell her that she was coming on too strong again so soon after the last remark, because she once again responded with a light nod.

I took her by the hand, led her into the kitchen, and fixed us each an Irish coffee. A proper one. Not just a mug of coffee with some Bailey's in it. Whiskey, sugar, cream poured over the back of a spoon, and brown sugar sprinkled atop the frothy top layer at the end.

As I handed it to her, I realized that it was probably a more mature drink than my niece was used to. No doubt, when she went to parties, she drank wine coolers or whatever sugary crap the frat boys set up alongside their kegs of cheap beer. But she took a tentative sip, politely said that I sure knew how to fix a drink, and said no more about it.

With a jerk of my head, I gestured for her to follow me. We went down to the basement. The futon was pulled out into a bed and covered with thick quilts. I folded them up and converted the futon back into a couch. Mel raised an eyebrow. We'd have need of a bed soon enough, but it wasn't hard to switch it back, and sitting was more comfortable this way.

I sat down, took a careful sip of my still steaming coffee and looked a suggestion at my niece. Mel took a seat beside me, not quite facing me, with one leg tucked beneath her.

The fishnet stockings, blood red heels, black satin panties with an heart emblazoned in the center, and leather corset were a bit much. The women of the family always wore ridiculous outfits that were typically only found on the sets of porn shoots or in lingerie catalogues, but even by those standards, she was pushing the limits.

Or maybe I only thought so because I had an image of her already firmly set in my mind. If Mom wore the same leather corset, would I think it overmuch?

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

Though she put just a bit too much emphasis on the word "talk," her exasperation was understandable. Here she was, convinced she had the potential to be the greatest, most fearsome thing our court had ever seen. The kind of woman men would fight wars over. And there was a decent chance that she was right about that. Or near enough to being right as made no real difference just now. Yet she was also, I knew, equally convinced that her family saw her as a rank amateur. Little more than a nuisance even. There too, she was at least half right. Not entirely. But enough that she had every right to be a bit rankled.

"What I'm about to tell you, only one other person knows." I paused a moment to make sure the next part hit home with full effect. "And I don't mean your grandmother."

To her credit, her eyes only widened a little. But I felt as much as saw the change in her mood. The inferno raging inside her dampened down, if only a little.

"Promise me that you won't tell anyone. Including your brother."

Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she raised the coffee to her lips. She took a slow sip, leaving the cutest little foam mustache on her upper lip. Her tongue whisked it away, slipping out between her lips and back again in the blink of an eye.

The fact that she didn't bother trying to turn that into a seductive, drawn out affair was as sure a sign that her interest was piqued as was the gradual shift in her Libido.

"Why even tell me?" she asked.

"Because you're too important to my plans to be kept in the dark."

Her blue eyes narrowed and her disappointingly thin brows crawled toward one another. But her nostrils flared and her chest rose and fell more rapidly. Her breasts were too large for anyone not to notice that even if she hadn't been wearing a tight corset.

She wanted to believe what I was saying. Desperately, maybe even. But however much she might hide it around boys her age, my niece was every bit as gifted intellectually as she was physically. She must have thought my words sounded a little too good.

"And I need to ask a favor of you."

The breath she'd been holding in passed out through her nose. "I promise," she said.

"You remember what happened. Before this bubble."

"Of course."

I took a long sip of my coffee. "If you had to guess, who would you say are the major contenders for the throne. Excepting yourself."

She smirked at that last. Perhaps it was a bit excessive. But I thought modesty might lead her to leave herself off her own list, and it was imperative that the conversation proceed with her interest in the throne already entered into stipulation.

"Well, you, obviously," she said. "And Iva. I'd probably say Grandma, if not for you. She's strong enough. But with you in the running, she'll back your play rather than make one of her own. Of course, there's also Pat, though he hasn't got a prayer. Probably doesn't realize it, but it's clear enough to the rest of us. I guess that's really it. My father's every bit as strong as you are, but isn't interested in learning what he can do with the power he has. Aunt Natalie is probably just hoping her son comes out of this alive and doesn't do anything stupid again afterwards. If, somehow, he managed to win, she'd throw all her weight behind him. But my bet is she's actually hoping that you emerge victorious." She drank some more of her coffee, regarding me over the rim of her mug as she did. "So. Do I pass the test?"

"With flying colors," I said. Except for a perhaps understandable overestimation of my brother's raw power, she might as well have stolen the words from my own mouth.

Even there, Todd was her father. It was Sean she was really interested in, I thought, but there's something about fathers and daughters.

"You're going to ask me to step aside," Mel said. Her voice betrayed nothing of her thoughts on that. "To let Iva take the throne. Because, despite whatever it is that you and Grandma have going, there's something serious between you and your aunt too. At any rate, to convince me to do so, you're going to promise to step aside again when Iva's reign ends."

"Close," I said.

Once more, she feigned interest in her coffee, though her eyes never left my face.

"I have worked out an agreement with Iva that I don't think my mother will be crazy about," I said. "And yes, I'm going to ask you to wait this one out. But not for Iva's sake."

"That would've been my next guess," Mel said. "Just wasn't sure if Iva'd go for that."

"So what do you say?" I asked. "Are you going to make this easy for me? Or are we about to determine which one of us is moving forward the hard way?"

"Suppose the idea of waiting you out doesn't bother me too much," Mel said. "I realize you all think I haven't paid my dues yet. That's annoying, but probably true enough. How do I know I won't have to fight Iva for the throne after you though? You're only speaking for yourself when you say you won't get in my way, right?"

"True enough." I gulped down half of the remaining contents of my mug, which were heading towards tepid. "But think about it this way. If you decide you don't like what terms I can offer, and even supposing that I'm the one left looking like the next best thing to a corpse come morning, what's to keep Iva from jumping right back into the fray this time? At least if you wait, you'll be better prepared when the time comes to deal with her."

Her face said there were a half dozen flaws in my argument. What if Iva got stronger too. What if I did for her what Brianna had done for me. Valid points. But none of that changed the fact that refusing my offer meant she had to go through first me then Iva.

Mel held her mug out over the carpet, paused a moment, and let go. It turned to smoke before it hit the ground. Then she reached over and did the same for mine.

It hadn't been until Iva had drilled it into my thick head that I'd really started to grasp that our powers were not just for sex. Who had taught her?

Certainly not Todd.

Of course, just because I'd been too single-minded to consider the broader implications of our heritage on my own didn't mean the same went for her.

Before I knew it, the futon was pulled out as a bed once more. Though neither of us had ever gotten up. Nor had I felt the couch move beneath me.

Mel pulled my pajama pants down to my knees. As she took my huge dick in both hands and started stroking it slowly, I realized that she'd never really given me an answer. Was this supposed to be a yes? Or was she about to try to drain every thing she could from me?

I wanted to care which it was. Knew that I should. I was powerful enough to be confident that she'd fail even if she was making a move, sure, but it would still help to know that I was supposed to be on the defensive.

I felt my Libido going crazy. Even though I was vaguely aware that Mel was doing that to me, all I did was lay my head back and enjoy her overbearing blowjob. She wasn't subtle, graceful, or sophisticated. But it was damned effective.

And, thankfully, she didn't drink more than a modest amount from me. Even though she easily could have. I'd been plenty vulnerable.

My sweet niece then mounted me reverse cow-girl and took me in her ass. I'd started to shrink my cock so it would go in easier, but she told me leave it the way it was.

Once she got comfortable, I split myself in two, and with my other body, knelt in front of her and pushed my stovepipe cock into her tight pussy.

I thought about pulling out a few other stops. But Mel was shuddering so heavily, eyes rolled back in her head and her pearly white teeth looking ready to split her lip open, that I decided this was enough for her, for now. There'd be time enough to show her more later. Something told me we weren't going to stop any time soon.

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I woke up feeling great. We'd fed each other so much energy, the need for sleep was almost superfluous. Of course, that was only a metaphysical work-around. Sleep deprivation would catch up with me sooner or later. We might be more than human, but we still had physical needs, and that wasn't just a euphemism for our sexual appetites. For a few days, though, I could carry on like this. More than long enough to clinch my hold on the throne.

After cleaning up and tugging on a pair of silk pajama pants, I headed upstairs.

"Morning, sleepy-head," Natalie said to me over her shoulder as I walked into the kitchen. She stood at the sink, washing dishes. "Late night?"

I glanced at my watch. It was almost noon. Maybe the need for sleep was a little less superfluous than I thought. Mel and I hadn't called it quits until probably six or seven, but that was still a decent amount of sleep for someone who was supposedly hyped up enough on sexual energy to offset basic biological imperatives.

But then, even if neither of us had been seeking advantage, hadn't made the sex into a competition, it would be misleading to say either of us had been especially gentle. And while my niece might lack sophistication, she sure didn't lack energy or enthusiasm.

Turning her attention back to the coffee pot she was scrubbing, my sister said, "Oh, I'm just teasing. You're not even the last one up."

"No?"

"So far as I know, the kids are all still asleep."

"That's a little less pathetic then," I said as I came up behind her. Planting my hands on her hips, I kissed her on the neck.

"Hey," she said. "Can't you see I'm doing dishes?" And the reprimand might have had some bite, if not for the way she was grinding her ass against my crotch as she made it.

I laughed. "Wouldn't want to leave a dirty sink behind when we abandon this house that didn't even exist before I decided we all needed some time to get reacquainted."

"Mom will see that they're done, and it will mean something to her," Nat replied.

Couldn't argue with that. She was almost finished anyway.

"Anyway, after I finish, I'm all yours," my sister said. "There's still some coffee," she added, pointing with her elbow at a thermos on the counter.

I fixed myself a mug. It was still warm, thankfully. I leaned against the counter, sipping my coffee and drinking in my sister's beauty while she emptied out the sink. She wore a white men's dress shirt and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. Her long, slender legs couldn't have been smoother. The morning sun made her medium brown hair look almost aflame. Despite her choice of outfit, the amount of makeup she wore clearly indicated that this was not her "I just rolled out of bed" look.

"So where is everyone?" I asked.

"Dad's upstairs, in Cindy and Iva's room."

"I see." Predictable enough.

"Mom's in my room," she continued.

"Is that so?" That, however, was not.

She looked at me guardedly. Apparently deciding it wasn't meant as a criticism, she replied, softly, "With my blessing. Rob was feeling left out. I'm trying my best to keep him happy, but I guess it's not so much that he isn't getting any play as not enough variety. How did he put it? Everyone else 'has their playlist on shuffle."'

I laughed. At first Natalie's mouth tightened, but as I continued laughing, her sour look faded and she snickered a bit herself.

"You have to admit, it's got to be tough for him."

"I know," she said. "I'd really hoped to keep him, and Pat, away from all this. We haven't had a real fight yet, but I can feel a good one brewing. It will probably boil over as soon as we leave. Part of me is kind of thankful that at least I can see this one coming. I don't always have this much warning. But somehow, I still feel completely unprepared. Simply have no idea what I'm going to say to him. None. Certainly not going to make any apologies for the way we are. And it's not like I never told him about it. We talked about it until I was ready to cry before your welcome home party."

"He'll still be hurt that you never told him until then," I said. "But think about it this way. The bomb you dropped on him also happens to mean that he gets to sleep with a bunch of other supernaturally beautiful women. In fact, that he's basically expected to. One way or another, I'm fairly sure he'll make his peace with it."

Natalie laughed. "That's putting a nice spin on it. He also just found out that his wife has been having an incestuous affair with all the men of her family since she was eighteen, and though she stopped for a while, she's started again and intends to keep going."

"Well, there's that," I admitted.

She slapped my arm with the back of her hand, laughing. "But you're right. I guess he's giving up most of the moral high ground already. And I think he knows that. Doesn't mean there won't be a fight, but hopefully it won't be as nasty as it otherwise could be."

Still, she didn't sound terribly reassured. I didn't know what to say though. I hadn't tried to have a relationship with a mortal since we were all initiated into the family tradition. Maybe she didn't want to hear that it was okay, just wanted someone to sympathize with her sense of impending doom. But I wasn't even sure how I was supposed to do that.

"Anyway," she said as she deposited the last dish in the draining board and shook her hands dry. "I'll just have to deal with that when this is over. It's not your problem."

"Nat," I said. But I stopped short of insisting that we discuss it.

She walked past me and grabbed a dish towel to dry her hands. "Don't, Frank. Your famous listening skills aren't being summoned to duty. I shouldn't even have said anything."

I shut my mouth.

"I'm sorry," she said, wrapping her hands around my waist and laying her head against my chest. "I appreciate the concern. I wish more men were as sensitive as you. Rob never knows what I'm feeling, or why. But I don't want to burden you. I made my bed, and now I've got to lie in it."

I kissed the top of her head. "So, what have you been up to so far today?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said, without looking up.

"Hence the asking," I replied.

She chuckled. "Actually, I just got up. Right before you did."

"You little." I smacked her ass without finishing the sentence. "And you still gave me shit about how late I slept?"

"I didn't, really," she said. Which was true enough. When I didn't argue, she continued. "After Rob fell asleep, Pat still wanted to keep going. And he asked me to invite Holly over. She was asleep, but my text message woke her up, and she was all too happy to come join us. However, she only lasted a little longer than Rob had. And when she left us, my son still wasn't done with me. Lot of lost time to make up for, I guess. You know, I have to admit, it's a huge relief to have this all in the open, and to be back in the fold. I can't tell you how many nights I pictured my son's face while my husband was on top of me."

I laughed. To my ears, it sounded awkward and forced. But that must just have been my guilt over what I was going to take away from her soon, because my sister didn't show any reaction that would indicate that she thought so herself.

The poor thing. The fight with Rob that she was sure was coming wouldn't be any easier after her family killed her son. To put it mildly.

I wasn't going to take one of the men she loved away from her, but both. Well, Iva was, but it might as well have been me for all the difference that made to my conscience.

And she still didn't remember why that was necessary.

What a shitty fuck I was.

I had to tell her. But first, I had to help her get past the second, stronger, veil.

"Don't get me wrong," she said. "Pat lacks sophistication. Very much a one trick pony. Well, stallion, but still. He's going to need to learn to expand his repertoire. I'd still take Todd ov—-or you! I mean, or you!" She blushed. "Sorry."

I laughed. "It's quite okay. I wasn't cast in the lead role, as some wise person once said."

She smiled up at me. "Thanks."

"So the kid has a lot to learn," I said.

"Yeah," my sister said. "He's really fucking hot. Has this broody, I could turn really dark if someone doesn't love me, vibe."

Too late, Nat.

"It's different than any of the other guys I've ever been with. Kind of scares me, but I think that's part of what gets me so worked up. And someday, he's going to be downright scary. Sean and Mel better watch out. The future may not belong to them the way they think it does. But, yeah, he's got a lot to learn still."

Future still looks pretty good for them, actually. Not so much for you or your son. I was about to avert my eyes, but I forced myself not to. Not just because I didn't want her to notice my reaction. But for my own sake. It was something that needed to be done, yes. But if I was to be king, and was to make such decisions on a regular basis, I'd better get used to seeing the consequences.

My sister had her mother's smile. A hint of sadness that never went away. And certainly wasn't going to any time soon, thanks to me.

"Annnyway," Natalie said, one of her hands toying with my waistband while the other caressed a bulging bicep. "What do you say we park your convertible in the driveway, roll the top down, and fuck in the backseat."

"Sounds, um, comfortable," I said with a laugh. "I don't think I've done it in the back of a car since, shit, since high school."

She shrugged. "Well, might be it's been more recent than that for me, but that's not the point. I just want to do it outside. Not somewhere so conspicuous that the neighbors are sure to call the police. But so we'll be worried the whole time that someone might see us."

"That...actually sounds really fucking hot," I said. "You know something? You've been gone too long."

Natalie smiled devilishly. "From what they tell me, so have you."

I lifted her up off her feet and gave her a kiss with a little something extra. Only after she experienced a little baby orgasm did I put her back down.

"God," she said, slipping back onto her heels. "That's just not fair. How's a girl supposed to keep it together when you can do that with just a kiss?"

"Why do you need to keep it together?"

"Good question," she said, taking my hand in hers and leading me outside. "I think I'm going to forget all about any impending marital discord and just let myself go. If I'm going to get in trouble, I might as well make it worthwhile."

"That's the spirit," I said.

"Hey," my sister said, spinning around on the driveway as we walked down to where I'd parked my car on the side of the road. "I know this is silly, and I shouldn't say anything but...well, like we've been saying, I've been gone a while and I'm still trying to get reacquainted with things, so I don't always know what goes without saying and what doesn't."

"Nat. You're kind of babbling."

She drew a deep breath. "I know I'm not Mom, or even Aunt Iva who you apparently really have a thing for too, even though she's kinda not really even family since none of us knew her growing up, but hey whateves, I get it, she has a slamming body, blah blah blah, but anyway I'm going to ask something that I know is silly, because the whole point is what it signals, and it can't signal much if I have to ask, but what I'm trying to say is that it would really be tough on me, just now, with everything that's happening with Rob, if it feels like just some random tumble, so maybe just this one time you can do whatever you need to do to make me feel the way you make Mom feel?"

I pulled her against me as we strolled down the sidewalk and kissed the side of her head. "Relax. And try to breathe once in a while."

Natalie laughed. "Sorry."

"I'll see what I can do."

Natalie blushed deeply. "I mean, you have to have figured out by now that I always teased you because I was jealous of how smart you are, right? And, smart as you are, I'm sure you also know that the reason Todd and I have pretty much always been content to sit on the sidelines is that we knew that no matter how hard we tried, you and Dom, but mostly you, would out-shadow us. You get that, right? I mean, for a little, little while, right after we were initiated, back during the succession ritual that put Brianna on the throne, I thought I might try to prove how formidable I was. But that didn't last long."

I smiled. "I'm sure at least half of that's true, but let's not get too revisionist here. You were so impressed by my intelligence that you just had to make fun of my constantly and get all your friends to laugh at me? Nat, do you remember being sixteen?"

My sister laughed. "Okay, I was actually kind of a bitch."

"And I was a pathetic nerd. If not for these supernatural powers, I'd never have gotten laid. And even so, I couldn't keep Lauren from fucking Dom behind my back."

We got in my black Beamer.

Natalie pulled down a sun visor, checked her hair in the mirror, and took a deep breath before declaring, "I'm good. Neurotic attack is over."

With a laugh, I said, "Good."

I started the car up, dropped the top, and rolled it slowly up into my parents' sloped driveway. I threw the parking brake on, turned the car off, and hopped into the back seat.

After she joined me in the back, my sister said, "Thanks, by the way."

"For?"

"Those listening skills that I said I wasn't calling on you to use. And that's why I'm going to suck your dick until it falls off. Did you know that I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose? Don't answer that."

I didn't respond. Simply stroked her hair and stared into her eyes. They were closer to brown, but with those flecks of green and gold, you could almost say they were hazel. Whatever color they were, they were beautiful.

"That last one was a joke. Well, not the garden hose thing. That I can do. Ask Rob. But I'm done freaking out."

"Rob is a lucky man."

"Because of the garden hose thing?"

"Because that little freak-out wasn't about me. Or Mom, or Todd or Iva or whoever. It was about him. You really love him. Which, in our family, is no small thing. You're not freaked out because you're afraid he's going to be mad at you for lying to him, but because you're afraid he's going to discover that he likes one of your more experienced family members better, and even if he never says anything, you'll feel it when the two of you are together. That's incredibly sweet. And also absurd, because he'd have to be crazy for that toTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.