Blessed Ch. 06
Kit and Gabrielle go on a picnic.

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This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or older. It's all pretend, folks.

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Grace awakes that morning feeling cheerful and optimistic. The rest of the day will do its best to wear away at those feelings.

But as she slides, naked, out of her lonely bed, she is feeling better than she has in weeks. After a month on Kaido serving as her mother's major domo, it still feels odd waking up by herself. Her husband Rik is not the great love of her life, but she does love him in her way, and she misses having him at her side. More acutely, she feels the absence of her children, Rory and Medb, precocious and aggravating and precious eleven year old twins.

But with Kit's arrival at the ancestral home of the Daramours, Grace finds herself for the first time in a long time looking forward to the coming day. She has missed her youngest brother, more than she thought possible. How much she missed him only became truly apparent to her when she first caught sight of him the day before, looking adorably confused and a little lost, transformed from the little boy she remembers into a handsome, powerfully built young man with their father's roguish good looks and their mother's natural magnetism. Together, these traits make a heady combination that caused Grace's pussy to moisten the moment she saw him.

It's all very strange to think about, but she can't help the way her body responds.

In her cheerful good mood, Grace momentarily contemplates heading straight for Kit's apartments. But she knows he has spent the night with their mother, and she supposes even a young Blessed in the prime of his life needs some kind of rest.

Instead, Grace follows her usual routine. A quick bath, extended slightly so that what needs to be trimmed, plucked, or shaved receives its due, and a quick cup of coffee while she pens notes to her husband and children. They won't see it for at least a week, but Grace is dedicated to keeping in touch with Rik and the twins. No matter how irritated Rik may be with her, she wants him to know that she is thinking of him and their family, and so she sends them something daily.

She decides on a light sea-green summer dress, knee length to show off her calves and with a deep neckline to frame the girls. Then she bustles off to put her letters in the post and check on the servants and the schedule for the day, almost surprised to find Serana in her usual place in the throne room at her usual time.

They share a secret smile before plunging into the business of the day. Grace can't help but be pleased that things are going so well between her mother and brother. On the heels of that thought, Grace acknowledges her own eagerness and anticipation, and the hope that things will go as smoothly for she and Kit. She remembers being in his arms on the dance floor the night before, and a warm, fluttery feeling fills her belly.

By mid-morning, Kit still hasn't made an appearance, and with her duties taken care of for the time being, Grace migrates down to the kitchens. She thinks she might surprise Kit with some brunch, get him up and see where the day might take them.

But as Grace is discussing a menu for that meal with the head chef, Kit himself stumbles into the kitchens, with Gabby at his side. From his goofy grin and her glowing features, and the way the two of them stand a little too close, the conclusion is inescapable.

Grace feels ice water in her veins, and a sudden burst of anger at her youngest sister for jumping the queue, at her brother for going along with her, and at herself for being angry. And jealous. She suddenly feels old and fat and foolish. Gabby is so young and thin and gorgeous, and so much closer to Kit in age. Of course he would prefer her to boring old married Grace. They grew up together, at least until Kit was sent away, and probably have more in common with one another than any of their other siblings. The last six months of arguments with Rik come crashing into her in a wave, and this time she fears she cannot rebuff them.

Kit and Gabby see Grace before Grace can think to hide herself or slip away. Gabby has the sense to look embarrassed and a little uneasy, acknowledging her eldest sister with a slight nod and wave before she begins to grab ingredients of her own. Kit, however, gives Grace a wide grin that makes her pussy unfairly throb and weaves his way through the staff and stations to where she stands. Grace dismisses the head chef, assuming that her services will no longer be required.

"Hey," Kit says as he approaches, "how are you?"

Grace hopes that none of her reaction shows on her face. She forces herself to keep her poise, her voice level, her expression open and smiling. "I'm well. Yourself? You look as though you've been keeping busy." Will he notice how shaky her voice is? Twelve Gods, but she hopes not. The last thing she needs is to embarrass herself like a moon-eyed teenage girl.

Kit ducks his beautiful head, not looking her in the eye as he blushes. "Yeah, I guess I am." Then his gaze finds hers and he seems about to say something important, but instead blurts out, "I had a lot of fun last night."

Grace swallows an automatic, tart reply. "I'm sure you did," she says instead, unable to keep the coolness from her tone. All the good will she felt towards Kit and their mother seems to have evaporated in a cloud of jealousy towards Gabrielle.

"No," Kit says quickly, clumsily, "I mean, I had a lot of fun dancing with you. I kind of hoped... but, anyway, um, Gabs is taking me out riding. We're going to have a picnic lunch. But maybe when I get back, you and I could catch up."

Grace feels a wave of warmth towards her brother that almost thaws her completely. She wants to give him an enthusiastic "yes," but pride or anger or her own foolish heart makes her say instead, "We'll see. I have a lot of responsibilities around the manor. I may not have time later today."

"Oh, okay," Kit says. Today the suave Imperial captain is missing, replaced by an easily confused and hormonal teenager. He bids her an awkward goodbye, looking as if he wants to embrace her, but as Grace doesn't move, he sort of flaps his arms a bit and then turns to go.

Grace watches Kit leave with Gabby. She says something to him and he laughs. She knows it isn't about her, but that doesn't keep her from feeling that it was. She stares after them for long moments as the kitchen bustles around her, all cheerfulness and optimism fled, replaced by all the insidious doubts and criticisms leveled at her by her husband before she left.

This is where Belle stumbles upon her, when the younger sister glides into the kitchens. Belle finds herself a bottle of wine and a glass, but upon seeing Grace's expression, grabs a second glass and approaches.

"You look like you're ready to rip someone's throat out," Belle says, pouring the wine.

"Isn't it a little early for alcohol?" Grace says, even as she takes the proffered glass.

"Normally," Belle agrees. "But we're pretty far from normal here at the old ancestral home of the Daramours. Pretty gods-damn far from normal."

Grace would like to argue. Instead, she sips the wine. She examines her sister over the rim of her glass. Belle looks tired, run-down, and out of her depth. Which is surprising, as Belle has ever been the most competent and level-headed of Serana's children. Grace wonders, not for the first time, why Belle agreed to participate in this experiment.

"You didn't have to come," Grace says.

"Do you know anyone who has said 'no' to Mother and lived to tell the tale?"

"She's not like that, and you know it. But in any case, if you want to blame someone, you can blame me. It was my idea to include all of us in the plan."

Belle takes a long pull from her glass. "It may have been your idea, but it was her decision. I don't blame you. Especially, considering what happened and all."

Grace blinks. She takes a large gulp of wine herself. What happened. Indeed. She and Belle were never particularly close, but after "what happened" happened, there was a definite rift that never really closed. Which makes this little chat more out of place than it otherwise should be. Grace has been insulted, but in so doing, Belle has revealed just how disconcerted she is by all this incest business.

Grace takes another sip of wine, more modest than the last. She says to Belle, "I have no regrets, you know." She looks Belle in the eye, and is mildly pleased when her younger sister looks away first.

Grace sighs. "You'll have to come to grips with this situation at some point, Belle. Better sooner than later. Eventually, it will be too late to back out."

"You really thing Mother will let any of us just 'back out'?"

"She isn't the tyrant you think she is. She is also well aware of just what a huge sacrifice she has asked each of us to make. This is not a duty for the squeamish or the weak-willed. Kit is leaving for the eastern front at the end of this summer. The odds are against his ever returning here. Think about that while you contemplate how much you are willing to sacrifice." Grace slams the wine glass on to the counter. It cracks and wine sloshes out onto her hand.

Belle is taken aback, but is opening her mouth to rebut when Grace turns and strides purposely from the kitchens, suddenly furious with herself again. She shouldn't have yelled at Belle. She shouldn't be as mad at Kit as she is, either.

And the day started with so much promise.

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Grace is upset with him. Kit isn't sure why, exactly, although he can guess it has something to do with Gabby. For some reason, Grace's reaction really bothers him.

So he is somewhat distracted as he and Gabby ramble down to the stables, his sister keeping up a steady stream of chatter the whole time. They saddle the horses, mount them, and ride beyond the mansion's walls before Kit is able to focus on the present.

It is a beautiful day for riding, without a cloud in the sky. A cool breeze ruffles his hair, the familiar and long-missed island scents carried upon it. The horses carry them over rolling hills at an easy pace until without warning Gabby kicks hers into a gallop.

Kit is a split second behind her, giving his steed a light spur to launch it after his sister. Gabby's laughter floats on the breeze, and it doesn't take long for Kit to realize that she gave him the slower horse. She is quickly outpacing him.

With a grin, Kit decides to cheat. He unleashes a slow trickle of energy, feeding it into his steed, and between one heartbeat and the next, it doubles its speed. Gabby looks over her shoulder as Kit comes thundering up, reaching out to grab the bridle of her horse. Both of them slow down.

"I had you beat," Gabby says, breathless. "Did you do a Blessed thing?"

Kit grins. The horses are circling one another.

Gabby frowns. "No fair, you dirty cheater."

"And sticking me with the slower horse was your idea of fair play?" Kit asks her. Gabby shrugs with an insolent grin. Kit reaches for her and pulls her close. She folds into him, receiving his kiss with sounds of approval, despite her annoyance.

"Well," Gabby says when they part, "now that you have your head back in the game, let's get some work done."

"Work?"

Kit is surprised as they tour the farms and orchards on the island, or at least the ones closest to the estate. He assumed that this was just a bit of exercise, but in short order he learns that this is part of Gabby's regular schedule. She checks in with each of the head farmers and overseers, monitoring the progress of the crops, checking in on the animals, helping solve problems. It's a new side to the older sister who teased him incessantly when they were children, and has now become his lover. She always had a talent with green growing things, but he is not prepared for her knowledge, patience, and ability.

It must show on his face, for she is back to teasing him when they break for lunch. "You look stunned, Squirt," she says with a laugh.

Gabby guides them to a secluded part of an orange orchard. There are no workers about, but bees buzz in the undergrowth and Kit can sense rabbits and other small mammals cavorting all around them. The grass is soft and cool as Kit lays out the blanket and Gabby begins to draw their lunch from her saddlebags.

The horses they leave to wander and crop the grass, while they settle down on the blanket for a meal of cold chicken, fruit, bread, and wine.

"That line about animal husbandry, that was an actual class you took?"

"Very good, Squirt. How long did it take you to figure that out?"

Kit gives her a look, eliciting a giggle from Gabby. "I'm just surprised and impressed. You're basically running things on these farms."

"I'll take 'impressed,' but I'm a little hurt at 'surprised.'"

Kit groans. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Gabby nods. "I've always been good at growing things. When I hit puberty, along with these big titties you love so much," she pauses to cup her breasts with both hands, "I developed a full-blown talent with plants. Seemed the right business to go into once I got to university.

"And I like it. No one else is interested in this stuff. Well, Belle is, but only in the business side of things. So it's kind of the only place where I can be myself, and not just the baby of the family."

"I thought I was the baby?" Kit says.

"No," Gabby says, "you're the Blessed one. You're the golden child, the favorite. I'm the youngest. No matter what I do, there's ten people lining up to tell me I did it wrong." Gabby sighs. "But not out here. Out here, I have people who listen to me, who trust my judgement, who ask me for help."

"You're really good at it," Kit says.

Gabby smiles. "Thanks, Kit."

He is silent for a moment. Kit looks at Gabby. "I never really..."

"Yeah, well, you don't have to. And I didn't bring you out here to hash out family dynamics or any of that shit."

Kit grins. "No, you brought me out here to show off."

Gabby's smile widens. She sets aside her wine glass and reaches up to unlace the ties on her blouse. "Maaaybeee," she says. The blouse slides off her shoulders, revealing her large, tanned breasts encased and supported in a tight white bra that creates a tantalizing and wonderful line of cleavage. Nimbly, Gabby stands in one fluid motion. Her leather breeches join the blouse on the blanket. She stands over her brother in just bra and a pair of abbreviated panties that mold against her sex.

"Tell me, Squirt," she says. "Am I showing off?"

Kit grins. He sets aside his plate, pausing only to wipe the grease from his hands, and reaches for his sister's strong, tanned thighs. They are smooth and powerful beneath his hands. His fingers climb up her flesh and reach for the waistband of her panties. Gabby spreads her legs a little more as he pulls the panties down her legs. She kicks them off her bare foot, and they land on the pile of clothes.

Kit places his palms along the outside of Gabby's thighs while getting his knees under him. He leans forward and kisses her just above her left knee. The muscles in her thigh bunch. She smells faintly of horse and her own sweat, but overlaying that is Gabby's own feminine scent, as heady and intoxicating an aroma as Kit has ever experienced.

He kisses his way up her right leg. Gabby braces her hands on the back of his head. She is already breathing heavy in anticipation. Kit admires her moist pink lips, but only pauses long enough to blow lightly against her upraised clit before kissing his way down her left leg. All the way down to her knee. He drags his tongue back up her smooth, powerful thigh, tasting sweat and desire.

Then he places a long, wet kiss on her little pussy. Gabby moans. Kit's tongue appears, parting her folds, tasting and teasing and licking. Wet before, she is leaking now. He scoops up her copious nectar with the tip of his tongue and swallows it. His cheeks and lips and chin are soon soaked in her juices. Her fingers dig into his skull. He does not relent.

Kit finds the little nubbin of her clit and attacks it. His tongue lashes her little bud. His lips close around it and he sucks lightly. He grazes it with the edges of his teeth.

Gabby's legs lose their strength as she succumbs. She slides forward, pushing her gushing pussy into his face and forcing Kit to fall backward. His hands slide up quickly to wrap around her narrow waist and keep her from falling too quickly. At the same time, he continues his oral assault, until both of them crash backward onto the blanket and break apart.

Gabby, breathless, can only lie shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her eyes are glassy but they quickly focus on Kit as he begins to remove his clothes.

Still clad only in her bra, Gabby gets herself up on her knees. While Kit pulls off his shirt, she fumbles with his belt. Gradually coordination returns, and she is able to whisk the belt through the loops and begin tugging his pants off in the time it takes for him to kick off his boots.

Once Gabby has him free she dives for his hardness. His pants are still around his ankles as her lips descend on the angry purple knob of his cock. Clothing is forgotten as Gabby's agile tongue glides around Kit's cockhead. Precum squirts onto her tonsils as her head sinks towards his belly and his cock glides with only slight resistance into the back of her mouth. Kit groans. Gabby's cheeks hollow as she sucks him, lips stretched around his cock.

Then a great slurping sound as she drags herself back up and takes several deep shuddering breathes. Saliva and precum decorate her full lips. She looks up into Kit's eyes, her own alive with an animal passion that should frighten Kit.

Gabby grips the base of his cock with one hand. The other cups his full, swollen balls, kneading them gently. She licks her lips and begins the descent once more.

Before she does, Kit touches her elbow, halting her. "Hold on," he says. He kicks himself free of his pants. He reaches for her. Grabbing her by her trim waist and wide hips, Kit lifts his older sister with little effort. She squeals and shivers in his grasp, but does not resist. In moments, she lies atop him, face between his legs, while he stares up directly into her moist, delectable pussy.

Gabby's strong thighs girdle his head. Kit rises up and kisses her nether lips, tasting her dew once more. He feels wet kisses on the head of his dick. Her tongue swirls around the mushroom cap and teases the opening. He flexes involuntarily, squirting a jet of precum across her tonsils.

Kit's hands roam across his sister's thighs and hips and settle on her round, firm bottom. Strong hands dig into her plush cheeks, kneading and caressing. Gabby's hips move of their own volition, dropping her pussy down, smearing her coral pink lips across his face. He begins to use his own tongue, dragging it through her rosy furrow, sucking and slurping. His chin nudges against Gabby's clit and she shudders.

His sister swallows him once more. He feels her mouth open up, feels her hot breath wash across his sensitive skin. Her tongue undulates along the length of his cock as it sinks into her mouth. Warmth and moisture around him as she seals her lips and slowly sucks him deeper. She still has that hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently, hoping to coax a powerful load from them. Gabby is moaning now, thanks to her brother's tongue deep inside her pussy, and the vibrations from her voice are making Kit's cock shiver and pulsate in her mouth.

He fights the urge to thrust, to drive himself upward into her throat, knowing that she will find it uncomfortable. Kit concentrates on Gabby's pussy to distract himself from the pleasure she is giving him. His tongue flickers like a hummingbird; now teasing her clitoris, now diving into her hole to caress her pink folds, now delicately caressing her swollen lips, now forcefully scooping her nectar into his mouth. Kit's chin and cheeks are anointed with Gabby's juices.

In answer, Gabby redoubles her own efforts. She gets a hand around the base of Kit's cock once more and begins to bob her head, fucking her face on his rampant prick. Saliva and precum drip down his length and splatter her hand. Wet slurping noises from her mouth as she sucks him, swallows him, devours him.

Brother and sister are locked in a kind of feedback loop, each trying desperately to get the other off before they themselves trigger. Hoping to stave off their own orgasm long enough to get their partner off.

Kit feels the urge to cum rising. Her gently insistent kneading of his testicles combined with the forceful thrusting of her mouth on his erection is working. He twists his head a little and focuses all his tongue and lip and teeth action on her little bud. Her ass heaves in his hands, tan skin turning white against his fingers, as she begins to climax.

A second later, Kit feels his own explosion begin to crest. Balls churning, he finally gives in to the primal urge and thrusts his hips upward. His cock slides with buttery ease and erupts. His cock swells in size, throbbing and pulsing, and begins to fire a seemingly endless salvo of pearly white jism across his sister's tongue and down her throat.

She comes up for air, gasping and choking, cum dribbling from her nose, almost mindless as her own orgasm overtakes her. She shudders and shivers over Kit's body. The muscles in her thighs bunch and convulse as her legs close over the sides of his head and her pussy pushes against his mouth.

He is still coming, sending pearly ropes of thick, viscous cum across her face and hair, and when she collapses, smearing her cum-soaked visage across his thigh, his proud column of flesh extends over her shoulder, still spraying its precious load. Thick puddles of goo decorate her shoulders, her back, soaking into her bra strap, her skin.

When it is over, Kit's cock still stands erect. Raw and red, streaked with fluids, waving proudly from between his legs. Gabby slowly rolls off of Kit onto her back beside him. He cranes his neck. Her entire face is coated white, including both eyes. Cum bubbles form at the corners of her full lips as she breathes heavily from an open mouth. Kit admires the way her full, ripe tits, still encased in her bra, rise and fall with each breath.

"You okay?" Kit asks softly.

Gabby only nods. She sits up, wiping cum from her eyes and licking her fingertips. "Better than okay," she says at last. Her long pink tongue scrapes across her cum-coated lips. "I wish I could have swallowed all of that, though."

Within her cum stained face, Gabby's eyes widen slightly. "You're still hard." She smiles, reaching out a slim, long-fingered hand to grip his fleshy stalk. "I could get used to this." She releases him and catches drips of cum sliding off her chin. She feeds it to herself with a wink in Kit's direction.

"Could you...," Gabby pauses, licks her lips, "I have some towels in my saddlebags. Would you get them for me?"

Kit nods. He pads across the grass to Gabby's horse, who shies a bit from the naked man with the flagging erection. Kit soothes the animal with words and a trickle of power. He reaches into the saddlebag on the left and finds a change of clothes for Gabby, as well as a number of rolled towels. He pulls a few free and walks back to the blanket.

Gabby has reached behind her back to unsnap her bra and is pulling it off. She tosses it on the pile, large breasts bobbing delightfully, nipples hard and enticing.

"Aw, did the mean ol' horsie scare you?" Gabby says, pointing at Kit's soft penis.

"Can't you just be nice?" Kit says, kneeling beside her. He unrolls a towel and begins to wipe down her back.

Gabby reaches out to cup his balls, gently massaging them with her fingertips. "I am being very, very nice, Squirt. Nicer than most big sisters, at any rate." Her gentle ministrations have him hardening, and as Kit's cock begins to rise between his thighs, she shifts her grip, wrapping her slim fingers around the base of his cock. Slowly, she slides her hand up and down his length.

Kit continues to wipe his semen off his sister, moving on to her pretty face. When her lips are clean, he leans forward and kisses her fiercely, a kiss she returns with equal passion.

Gabby's palm presses against the head of Kit's cock, coating it in precum, which she then proceeds to slicken his length with. Wet sounds accompany her movements as she slowly jerks him off.

Kit tosses the towel aside and shifts, climbing over Gabby's outstretched legs to kneel between them. Gabby leans back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her large breasts into prominence. Kit palms them, his large hands unequal to the task of containing their pulchritude, but finding it an enjoyable task nonetheless. While his thumbs manipulate the hard nubs of Gabby's rosy nipples, he kisses her chin and throat. His sister purrs.

Kit kisses his way down her neck and along her collarbone. He drags his tongue along the top of her left breast, down into the cleavage formed by his hands pushing her magnificent tits together. He trails his tongue up the other slope, ending with a wet kiss at the apex, before tonguing his way down the curve of her right breast, seeking her nipple. Gabby gasps when his lips fasten around it and his tongue lashes against it. Gently but insistently he begins to suckle at his sister's teat.

Gabby moans. "You have a very talented tongue, Squirt," she says breathlessly. Kit doesn't respond. His mouth is full. He lingers on her right breast a few moments more and then kisses his way across her impressive chest to her left nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Gabby sighs. She begins to lean backward. Kit follows her, mouth still firmly latched on her delectable tit, as she settles back on the blanket. Her legs scissor open wider and then wrap around Kit's waist, powerful thighs and calves pressing against him, urging him closer. His rampant cock, leaking copious precum, nudges against her smooth belly.

No longer leaning on her hands, Gabby is now free to touch Kit as well. One hand presses against the back of his head, mashing him against her tit, while the other reaches between them to wrap around his iron-hard length. She squeezes and caresses. Precum squirts from the tip and decorates her navel.

"I need my little brother's big cock inside me," Gabby says, gasping and trembling.

Still suckling, Kit adjusts his hips, pulling away from Gabby. Gripping his length, Gabby guides him to the entrance of her pussy. She rubs the angry purple head of his cock against her moist lips. Kit's sensitive cockhead feels her engorged clit almost flatten as she rubs him insistently into her flesh. Gabby's hips shiver. The plum-shaped head presses into her pussy lips and Kit jerks his hips forward, driving the first few inches of his cock into his sister.

Gabby cries out. "Twelve Gods," she says. "Fuck me, Squirt. Fuck me hard."

Kit's hips slam forward, driving his girth into her balls deep in one thrust. Gabby's thighs and calves tighten around him, while her inner heat and moisture welcomes him, soaks into him, and grips him. Kit lays there for a few measured heartbeats, enjoying the feel of Gabby's clasping pussy around his cock, and her lean, soft body beneath him.

He bites down gently on the nipple in his mouth and begins to fuck his sister. He pulls out quickly, until only the head of his cock remains trapped by her tight lips, and then just as quickly slams forward, balls bouncing on her full, taut ass. Her body shakes beneath him as he starts to hammer her in earnest, hips pumping, hardness piercing her, her inner muscles caressing and gripping him with equal fervor.

Her tits bounce with his every thrust, and he is forced to release his oral hold on her breast. He raises up on his arms and looks down at her, admiring the way her large breasts swing up and down with every violent slam of his cock into her steamy depths. Gabby's stormy eyes look up at him with lust and admiration, full lips parted to let quick, hitching breaths escape.

Her hips move with his, meeting his every thrust and jab and poke with enthusiasm. Her arms encircle his shoulders, wrapping her entire body around him as he fucks mercilessly into her, stoking her inner furnace. With every downward movement, he flattens her clit as his body crashes into hers.

Gabby makes wordless cries, throwing her head back. Nothing she says makes any sense. Her climax is fast approaching. Kit redoubles his movements, urging her along faster. He plunges into her depths with greater speed, thick ramrod piercing his sister's pink, wet folds. And then Gabby is crying out loud and long as those pink folds constrict around Kit's cock. Her body shudders and shakes beneath him as she is overcome.

Kit doesn't pause, although he does slow a bit. He tries to extend her orgasm, drawing it out, fucking into her continuously. As her pussy contracts and grips him, he feels the pressure build at the base of his cock. He starts cumming on the upstroke and savagely thrusts home as deep as he can as the second spurt of thick jism squirts from his cock. He holds himself there as his cock swells and throbs and bucks deep inside his sister. Viscous ropes of semen spiral into her ready womb with each pulse.

Time seems to dilate. Kit feels like he is floating as he pours himself out into his sister. His senses expand outward. He feels the orange tree that hangs over them, feels the energy pouring out of him and into the surroundings. The blossoms on the tree open up despite the fact that is midday. The fruit on the branches suddenly ripens, expanding out into full size. A few of them grow so engorged that they plummet from the tree and fall all around Kit and Gabby.

The horses shy away, deeper into the orchard.

Kit's senses contract and he is himself once more, sprawled across Gabby, breathing heavily. She is purring beneath him, her arms and legs still enfolding him, hands caressing his back and shoulders.

"You're still hard," she says, tightening her inner muscles to grip him.

He gasps, despite himself. Then smiles. "What do you plan to do about that?"

"Mmmm," she says, considering. "Animal Husbandry 101?"

Kit arches an eyebrow and smiles.

Without another word, Gabby pulls away from him. Kit's cock comes free with a schlucking sound that makes Gabby release a little self-conscious giggle. She turns around, lifting and settling those gorgeous legs as her delectable ass comes into view. Gabby looks over her shoulder as Kit palms her ass cheeks and gently squeezes. She purrs again as his strong hands knead her plush flesh.

"You know," she says, "once you put a baby in me, I might let you fuck me in the ass."

Kit shakes his head, half in lust, half in wonder, eyeing the tiny opening between her cheeks. She says what he's thinking: "Of course, I'm not sure you'll fit."

Kit releases one cheek and grips his cock at the base, nudging it against Gabby's moist lips. A mixture of her fluids and his sperm coat her pussy, and fluids begin to seep out faster as Kit sinks home into her, feeling her warmth and tightness around him once more. He releases a lustful growl as he bottoms out within her. Gabby moans as the head of his cock bumps up against her cervix.

The siblings stand still for a moment, savoring the feeling. Then Kit leans over, covering his sister with his body. He feels her plush cheeks against his abdomen and reaches around to cup her full, swaying tits. Her hard nipples press into his palm, and he captures them between his fingers and tugs gently.

Gabby's hips react, pushing back against her brother. With a grunt and a smile, Kit begins to fuck her again. The muscles in her ass and thighs ripple with every thrust and she releases little cries each time his cockhead strikes her cervix. Kit's heavy balls swing between his legs as he hammers into her again and again.

"You like that pussy?" Gabby says. Kit grunts. "Yeah? Fuck that pussy. Fuck your sister's pussy."

She's been mostly silent each time they have fucked, but for the occasional moans, gasps, or grunts, but now she starts talking? Kit shakes his head in wonder and bemusement. He likes it, almost as much as he likes fucking his big cock into her.

"Yeah, I like this pussy," he says, smiling as he thrusts into Gabby.

"You like fucking your own sister? Your own flesh and blood? You like the thought of fucking a baby into my womb?"

Kit groans again. Her words enflame him almost as much as the tightness of her passage and the way her hips push back against him.

Kit releases her tits and raises himself up, moving his hands down Gabby's flanks to hold her by the waist. He looks down at her smooth, arching back. In his mind's eye he sees lusher curves, paler skin, lighter and more bouncier hair. For a moment, Kit imagines she is Grace, and he feels the pressure building in his balls.

"Fuck your sister, fuck your sister, fuck your sister," Gabby is chanting, as her own climax begins to climb. Kit, still imagining Grace beneath him, begins to slam into Gabby with greater speed and urgency, almost frantic.

As Gabby cries out and her pussy clamps down hard on his thrusting cock, Kit feels his balls contract and a tidal wave of cum surge up and out of him, painting his sister's womb white. Gabby slumps forward, breathless and shivering as her orgasm continues to claim her and Kit's orgasm continues to empty into her.

They collapse into a sweaty heap upon one another, sprawled out on the blanket. Kit is gasping while Gabby takes deep shuddering breaths. She blows a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiles wickedly at Kit. "That was a good one, Squirt."

Gabby looks thoughtful for a moment. "Confession time."

Kit rolls off of her and lies down next to her, still catching his breath and trying not to feel guilty. Her words make his ears prick up.

Gabby looks away, one cheek pressed almost flat against the blanket. "I have had a crush on one of my brothers for a long time." She pauses. "And it isn't you."

Kit feels an unwarranted stab of jealousy.

"So, being able to do this with you is probably the closest I'll ever get to being with him."

Kit stares up into the sky, through the scattered branches of the orange tree. "Who is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

Gabby blows air through her lips. "I've gotten this far. Why is this part so hard?"

"Take your time." Kit forces himself to keep cool. He has no right to feel this way, considering his fantasy of Grace, not to mention the plans for his summer. It still kind of bothers him, though, that Gabby was clearly thinking of someone else while they were fucking just now. Even though he was doing the same thing.

"Drake," she says finally, pursing her lips, still not looking at him.

Kit sits up and leans toward her, pulling her gaze back to him. "Drake? Really? I mean, I could believe Connor, he's a decent guy, but Drake?"

Gabby blushes furiously, looking away again. "I know, I know, he's a bit of a rogue and a cad, but he's just. So. Damn. Sexy."

Kit lays back down, clucking his teeth. "Well. I know one thing."

"What's that?"

"Drake would be the biggest fool in the Empire not to spend as much time as he possibly could with you."

She is quiet for long moments. "Maybe. He's probably not going to be too interested after I give birth to your baby." As she speaks, Gabby finally rolls over onto her back. She lifts her hips while placing a hand over her jism-coated pussy, and then raises her long, smooth legs up perpendicular to the ground.

"You never know," Kit says honestly. His momentary jealousy is receding. "Our family is kind of crazy."

She laughs. "I guess so." She finally looks at him again. "Thanks, Kit."

"Sure. Actually, I have a confession to make, too."

"Oh?"

"When we were, just now, I was thinking more of Grace than of you."

"Really? Grace? Isn't she a little," and Gabby pauses to puff out her cheeks.

"No," Kit says, shaking his head. "Not at all. She's gorgeous. I honestly can't stop thinking about her. Obviously. I mean, you're gorgeous too, and I still let my mind wander to her."

"I guess that's okay," Gabby says slowly. "I knew we weren't going to be exclusive this summer. Kind of the whole program. I can't say I'm not a little hurt, though." She smiles, leans over with her knees bending and feet pointing, and kisses him lightly on the nose. "Which is stupid, considering what I just told you."

"We are terrible, aren't we?"

"Completely, Squirt. Completely."

They share a look, and immediately start laughing. Kit suddenly breaks off and sits up quickly. His senses have picked up a human heartbeat, approaching rapidly. In one smooth movement he is on his feet, an open hand extended out to the air. At the edge of the blanket, his sword lies in its scabbard. The blade flies into Kit's hand, handle slapping into his open palm, as a haggard, bedraggled peasant stumbles into the clearing.

The man is middle-aged, red-faced, his hair matted to his head by sweat. "Thank the gods," he coughs out.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Kit demands, pointing the blade in the man's direction.

"Punting," he says. "Reavers."

Kit looks at Gabby. No longer on her back, she stands in an awkward pose attempting to cover her nudity, a shocked expression on her face.

Punting was a little fishing village on the coast when Kit was a boy. He imagines nothing drastic has changed, and back then they were neither well defended against invasion nor the kind of place that needed to fear raiders. But the horror on the peasant's face, fading to relief at finding someone to share his news with, cannot be denied.

"Get dressed," he tells Gabby, following his own advice. Once he has his pants and boots on and his sword strapped around his waist, he summons his horse. As he climbs astride the mount, he looks back at Gabby. She is struggling into her clothes, looking worried and bewildered.

"Get to the mansion. Send word to Thrace and have him bring a contingent of soldiers to Punting."

"Where are you going?" Gabby demands. She sounds shrill.

"Punting," Kit says simply.

"By yourself? Kit, don't, it's too dangerous."

Kit's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "So am I."

He spurs the horse, letting a little energy bleed into the animal to increase its speed. It is five miles from the orange orchard to Punting, and he needs to be there as quickly as possible. Even if it kills the horse.

The countryside blurs around him as the horse races to the village. Kit has time to worry about leaving a half-naked Gabby alone with a peasant. The man was exhausted and clearly more concerned about his home, and that thought makes Kit feel immediately guilty for automatically suspecting foul play from a man, just because he's a peasant.

The village comes up quickly, focusing Kit's attention on the present. It's an idyllic little place of wattle and daub homes and narrow lanes set on a quiet little bay. In the water, Kit can see a large three masted ship with black sails. His lips become a thin line as he charges down the main street.

There are bodies in the alleys and doorways. Blood turning the ground to mud. Reavers - twisted mockeries of human form, men and women who sailed too close to the edge of the world and came back with scales and fins and tentacles and evil souls - lurch around the village with hands full of bloody weapons and stolen goods.

The horse collapses beneath Kit, its heart bursting, and he leaps from the saddle to land on his feet in the middle of the street. Reavers suddenly become aware of his presence and move to attack. Three of them are dead before they take a full step, heads plummeting to the ground with wet thumps.

A crossbow bolt flies past Kit's own head, followed by another that is aimed better. The sword spins in his hand and the bolt shatters in mid-air.

The village fills with roars and cries from once-human throats. The Reavers converge on Kit.

He stands, thrumming with barely contained power, bare-chested and decorated with a spray of blood, ready to receive them.