Blessed Ch. 09
Catching up with Gabby.

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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. This one even more than usual.

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Kit spends three days in Grace's embrace. Neither of them intends for that to happen. They simply do not notice the passage of time, lost within one another.

Kit pumps thick load after thick load into his sister's receptive womb, on her breasts, down her throat, across her face and belly. She convinces him, at one point, to eat her out when her pussy is full of his cum. Kit doesn't enjoy the experience half as much as Grace does, but he doesn't complain, instead focusing entirely on her pleasure. It makes her love him all the more. On the afternoon of the second day, with the aid of more butter, they attempt anal sex, but discover that Kit is uncomfortably big for Grace. She promises, with some conviction, to ready herself to take him there.

They pause frequently to rest and refresh themselves. They sleep tangled together in Grace's large bed. They play together in the bath, scrubbing one another lustily until Kit is engorged and ready to plunge into Grace's soaking wet pussy once more. They take several brief meals together during the day, grazing between bouts of lovemaking, just enough to keep their respective strengths up. Copious amounts of water and wine are devoured by both siblings.

On the morning of the fourth day, Grace awakes tangled in Kit's limbs, his cock already semi-hard against her belly, her full breasts pressing into his chest. Grace watches him through slitted eyes, admiring his pretty face, quiet in repose. Suddenly his eyes open and he raises his head to look at the base of the bed.

"Good morning," Serana says, startling Grace. Serana wears her hair up in a complicated arrangement, and a sleeveless high-necked green dress that emphasizes her considerable assets, tight across her full bosom, narrow at the waist, flaring out at the hips.

"Hello Mother," Kit says. Grace's eyes widen with alarm as they take in Serana D'Aramour in her bedchamber, despite the warm smile curling their mother's full lips.

"Mother," Grace says with a gasp, unconsciously pulling away from Kit. The sheet slips down. She feels cool air on her chest. Despite the situation, the closeness of Kit's body has her dark nipples crinkling with excitement.

"My dear, sweet, babies," Serana says. She clasps her hands before her. "I think your little honeymoon needs to draw to a close."

Kit's brows narrow. Grace opens her mouth to object, sudden anger filling her breast.

Serana holds up a finger. "Not that you need to stop spending time together, by any means. But you have both been neglecting your duties. I have allowed this for a few days, given your obvious feelings for one another, but it is time for you to resume your responsibilities."

Kit and Grace share a look, which does not go unnoticed by their mother. Grace rolls her shoulders at Kit. She feels her breasts sway, drawing her brother's attention. Kit starts to say something, but catches movement out of the corner of his eye. Serana reaches up behind her neck and unbuttons something, and like magic, her dress slides off her amazing body. She stands magnificently nude for a long moment before placing a gorgeous knee on the bed and climbing aboard.

Sudden panic constricts Grace's heart. She can't deny that her mother is the most gorgeous, most perfectly proportioned and beautiful woman she has ever seen. Her husband's cruel words come back to her, making her momentarily doubt herself. Then Kit's fingers tighten around her own and she feels the love and admiration he has for her flood into her through his touch. Her talent, or their connection, has grown considerably in the last few days, to the point that she can practically read his mind just by reaching out to him.

Serana peels the blanket off of her children, and now all of them are equally naked and revealed to one another. Grace feels her throat tighten up as Serana straddles Kit. Her strong thighs pressing against his, her flushed and ready pussy open and ready for the tower of flesh that rises between Kit's legs. Grace does not want to see this. She accepts its inevitability, or so she tells herself, but she cannot stay and watch her Kit have sex with another woman. Even if it is their mother. Maybe especially because it is their mother.

Kit's grip tightens as Grace tries to pull away.

Serana lays a hand on Grace's silky thigh. She freezes at her mother's touch. "You need to stay, lovely girl. I will not allow jealousy to darken this summer. I have already had a talk with one of your younger sisters about this." She pauses, the hand rubbing gently and comfortingly along Grace's leg.

"You may have his heart," Serana says softly, "but you must be able to share his body."

Kit's grip tightens in Grace's hand. She cannot pull away. She feels his love through his touch, wordless and pure.

Grace watches, feeling outside herself, as their mother wraps her other hand around Kit's throbbing erection. Serana raises her hips slightly, allowing the broad head of Kit's cock to nudge against her lips. It is a feeling that Grace knows only too well, a feeling that she will always crave, and she feels a tremor in her heart seeing another woman in her place.

Serana takes a deep breath and settles onto her son. As he begins to fill her, she says, "Think you I do not love him as a man loves a woman? But I am also his mother. More, I am his liege. He is my son and bondsman. He can never belong to me solely, and that is something you must realize as well."

There are tears in Grace's eyes as Serana is spread open and filled. Her mother makes a keening sound as both hands suddenly grab her son's shoulders. Grace wonders if she sounds the same when Kit is inside her. She watches with dread as Serana raises and lowers herself, her large breasts swinging on her chest, her abdomen shivering with pleasure as Kit's engorged weapon drives into her.

But through it all, Kit holds on to his sister. She feels his love for her through that connection. It does not waver, even though his love for Serana seems just as strong and undeniable. Grace forces herself to focus on Kit. He is enjoying himself, of course, but his emotions are muddied by the fact that he is very obviously stressing Grace. She tries to calm down, to send a message to him that this is okay, that she is fine with this.

Grace sees her mother reach out a hand as well, and run it through Grace's hair, tucking a lock behind an ear. There is a look of understanding in Serana's eyes. Understanding and compassion, even as she rides the thick cock of the man that Grace has finally realized she prizes above all others. Grace reaches for Serana, and soon she is clasping both lovers in her slim fingered hands. Serana's emotions are more guarded than Kit's, but Grace feels her mother's love for them both all the same.

Is this what I wanted? Grace wonders as she watches her mother and brother love one another. She does not flinch as Serana leans down to kiss Kit's perfect lips, pressing her full breasts against Kit's broad chest in the process. Her mother's plan, with Grace's modifications. If she cannot bear to see her mother with Kit, how will she handle it when Kit liaises with Gabby or Belle, let alone one of the sisters that Grace actually likes?

Serana is right. For this summer to work, for this plan to come to fruition, all must be willing to sacrifice. Her own words to Belle come back to Grace. What is she willing to give up?

If she must give up Kit in order to keep him, then that is what she will do. Grace feels something inside her shift. Perhaps a weight has been lifted off of her. Whatever it is, she finds that she can breathe more easily. Her own full breasts rise and fall steadily. She surveys the lovers, mother and son, and finds much to admire in both of them.

She finds a strange reassurance in the scene, knowing now what her mother looks like naked, and knowing as well that Kit has sampled those delights already multiple times and now again, yet his love for short, dumpy, half-blooded Grace remains as strong and pure as it was when last they made love.

Grace's grip on them both tightens. She leans in, pressing her lips against Kit's rough cheek. He turns, his lips finding hers, and the siblings kiss, even as Kit drives his rampant cock deep into his mother's pussy. Grace feels something like a bolt of lightning run down her spine at the contact and for the first time she realizes that there are pulses of light dancing around the room. Two Blessed are making love and the laws of nature are breaking down.

Still kissing Grace, Kit allows his hand to leave hers and, gripping his mother by the hips, begins to furiously fuck her. Grace likewise releases Serana, placing both of her hands on Kit's cheeks to stabilize his head while she jams her tongue down his throat.

You are mine, she says to herself as she kisses him deeply, whatever may occur. He seems to understand. He sucks her tongue into his mouth, eyes ablaze with lust and blue fire.

Something crashes against a wall, as an eldritch wind whips its way through Grace's bedroom. The whole bed shakes as Serana looses a cry like a lioness. Grace feels energy bleeding off their mother, washing over both her and Kit, but doesn't risk looking behind her, focusing instead on her brother. He grows rigid beneath her, eyes rolling back, tongue twisting, and she feels him erupt deep within Serana's fertile womb.

There are tears at the corners of Grace's eyes again, but they are not sad tears. Kit kisses them away as Grace's senses come back to her and she realizes she has lost a few moments somehow.

Serana lies sprawled on the bed besides Kit, cupping her pussy and smiling like a cat. Serana's golden green eyes direct Grace's own gaze, toward the tower of flesh between Kit's legs. "I believe he is ready for you, now, lovely girl," Serana says.

Grace has a moment of comprehension and then Kit is rolling them both over, he now atop her, his large phallus casting a shadow across her rounded belly. He kisses her fiercely, while his cock glistens with the co-mingled juices of both he and their mother. He saws his heavy cock through the dampness of Grace's pussy. The thick head parts her lips. A heartbeat later he slides forward in one smooth, powerful thrust. An easy and practiced movement now, after three days together.

Grace feels deliciously full, as only Kit can fill her. She feels him throbbing inside her, eager and loving. She pulls him to her, his broad chest flattening her full, sensitive tits. Her nipples rub against his skin. His hair tickles her.

She finds his lips again as his hips go to work. She feels a sudden climax rip through her almost immediately. He is hungry for her. Their goddess of a mother is not enough for him. He needs his Grace. She quivers with another crisis at that thought, coaxed as well by the pummeling her insides are getting from her brother's monster cock. And soon, he will be emptying his seed into her, seed that will seek an egg and breed new life within her.

Grace's legs wrap around Kit's backside, urging him on. She throws her head back into the pillows, crying out as a nearly continuous orgasm shakes her full frame. She feels a cool hand on her brow as Serana brushes hair out of her eyes. Grace looks up, seeing again that look of understanding in her mother's eyes, and in that moment Grace realizes that this is as hard for Serana as watching them was for Grace.

It is Grace this time who reaches out to Serana and cups her cheek. Serana closes her eyes and holds Grace's hand close. It is a moment that both women will long remember and treasure, in part for its sincerity, and in part for its brevity.

Within scant heartbeats, Kit is gasping. Grace feels his mighty weapon inside her begin to buck and heave, making her sugar walls shiver with lust, as he fires his precious load inside her, filling her up with viscous white sap. Grace feels a thundering climax sweep her up and carry her into the clouds, as her consciousness seems to flee her body. Only pleasure, mindless endless pleasure, remains.

And then there are three sweaty, tired, sated people lying in Grace's bed, in a tangle of limbs and body parts and sheets.

*

Kit wanders the mansion's corridors in a slight daze. The morning with Grace and their mother was amazing and beyond anything he could have imagined, even when this whole crazy idea was first suggested to him. The two women he loves most in all the world with him, one after the other, both together with him. Perhaps not physically but certainly emotionally. He could feel the turmoil in Grace's heart through the bond they share, and forced himself to show her how much she really means to him.

It seems to have worked. While Serana all but shoved him out of Grace's apartments, his sister sent him on his way with whispered endearments and a soul-searing kiss. Childhood crushes and teenage infatuations were what Kit used to think qualified as "love." Now he knows the real thing.

So despite his unfamiliarity with the layout of his own home, he is humming a jaunty tune to himself and fairly bouncing on his feet as he stumbles from gallery to gallery. All he can think about is the feel of Grace's lips and the smell of her hair, and the way her nose crinkles up when she's upset, and the face she makes at him when she thinks he isn't looking. All of it makes his heart light.

Kit is about to ask one of the servants for directions to his own rooms when he catches sight of Eva through a doorway, moving quickly past. He hasn't had much time to visit with her, so with a snap decision he hurries in her wake.

"Eva!" he calls. She turns abruptly, startled. She looks as though she might bolt for half a second, but then, taking in Kit's rumpled appearance, she allows herself to relax and wait as he approaches.

Eva is wearing a long, loose gown in blue with silver stitching on the bodice. The cut of the gown de-emphasizes the obvious curves that Eva possesses, with long a long skirt that covers her to her ankles. Her long glossy black hair is tied back into a ponytail. She has a leather folder in her hands, filled with papers.

"Good morning, Kit," she says, eyeing him coolly through her glasses. "What brings you to this part of the palace, as if I didn't know."

Kit feels his cheeks redden. He scratches the back of his head and looks away. He feels a stab of guilt. He should be proud of his love for Grace and happy to share, and a moment ago he felt like doing so. Now, under the blue eyes of another sister, he feels suddenly self-conscious. "This is kind of a silly question, but would you be able to direct me to my rooms?"

Eva looks at him, a lopsided smile forming on her pretty face. "You are still a little goober, aren't you, Kit?"

He can only shrug, feeling once again like the eight year old boy who left this place, caught once again looking foolish by his smarter, more accomplished older sister. But he is not an eight year old boy. He's a young warrior, a captain in the Imperial Army, and a full-blooded Blessed. He straightens, looks Eva in the eye. "I've grown up a bit," he says.

"Have you?" she asks, pointedly looking him up and down, noting his disheveled appearance.

"What have you got in the folder there?" he asks, forcibly changing the subject.

"Some drawings. I was planning on going over some architectural designs while I eat breakfast."

"Really? Stuff you've drawn? I'd like to see them some time."

Another subtle smile graces Eva's full lips. "I wager you would," she says softly. "You reek of sex with your own kin and you're still on the prowl."

Kit is taken aback. "I'm not like that, Eva. I was actually interesting in your drawings." He takes a step back. "I guess I'll find my own way."

"Kit, wait," Eva says as he turns to go. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little on edge. This whole thing is... well, it's damn weird. And the timing is terrible. I don't know if you know this, but I'm in the midst of betrothal negotiations with the Tarranit clan."

"No, I didn't know that." Eva doesn't have to explain further. He has already heard Grace's story, and can safely assume that Eva is concerned about the same fate. The other sisters are older, with families of their own, but Eva and Gabby have yet to begin that part of their lives. Or are planning to begin that part with him. A thought occurs to him. Does Gabby have the same reservations? Should she?

"Come," Eva says, "let me help you find your rooms." She tucks the folder under one arm and walks down the hall, heels clicking on the floor. Kit follows, silent. Thinking.

When he looks up they in a familiar hallway. Kit spots the door to his apartments. "I think I'm good from here, Eva," Kit says. He feels her touch his elbow and looks her in those too, too blue eyes.

"You okay, Kit?"

He forces a friendly smile. "Of course. You've just given me a lot to think about."

"Did I?" She looks at him oddly. "I'm glad someone finally did, although it's a shame that it wasn't either our mother or our oldest sister. I guess they're just blinded by their little plan. Or their lust."

Kit straightens. "Hold on, Eva. You can call me short-sighted or naïve all you want, but watch what you say about Grace or mother. I'm sure they are well aware of the consequences of their actions. For all of us.

"And you are free to disagree, but if this works, if Serana's plan works, this family will be able to field the largest force of Blessed assembled since the Second Generation started the war with Outremer. If you don't want to be a part of that, that's your decision. But I believe in this plan. And it's not just 'lust,' either. If you truly believe that, then you don't understand me or mother or Grace."

Eva is taken aback by Kit's outburst. She steps back. "I'm not... I didn't mean..." She pauses, composes herself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." She looks away. "I'm not dealing with all of this very well. Doesn't mean I should take it out on you."

Eva looks at him again. "I am going to go."

"Okay." Kit takes a deep breath. "Have a good breakfast."

Without either a backward glance or another word, Eva walks away. Kit watches her go for a moment, then with a shake of his head, dismisses her. He lets himself into his room.

It is frigid inside. The little cold crystal he left in the fireplace has been operating unchecked. Thick sheets of ice are climbing up the chimney and across the floor. Kit says a word and the crystal stops. A wave of his hand and another word and fuel-less flames erupt in the fireplace. The ice begins to melt.

Kit strips and heads into the bath for a long soak and a thorough scrubbing.

His brief discussion with Eva stays in his head. He doesn't feel like singing much at the moment, although he certainly feels like he should. He still feels inordinately happy, but that happiness is tempered by certain realities.

He can never marry Grace. That's something that he wouldn't have even thought about only days ago, but now it is a fact that cuts like a cold knife. For one, siblings cannot marry in the Empire. Maybe they can in Outremer, but they're barbarians. More than that, though, is the simple fact that Grace is already married. He didn't exactly forget that while spending three days with her, but it was an easy fact to ignore while he was balls deep inside his sister.

Of course, every morning during breakfast, Grace would pen quick notes to her children and her husband. Kit asked her about Rik, and Grace's response was, "Whatever may happen between you and I, he's still my husband and I am his wife. That involves certain responsibilities."

Kit wonders now if he will ever be married. He is young, with his whole life ahead of him, but he is also headed into a war zone. He was told in the Academy that Blessed fatalities on the frontline are high. Something like a quarter of the Blessed stationed there never make it home. Outremer has its own champions, creatures that are a match for any Blessed. The Black Queen, the Iron Duke, the Lady of Thorns. Horror stories told to students to bring home the gravity of the situation on the border.

Even if he does survive, even if he does come home whole and unharmed, Kit will not be able to spend the rest of his life with Grace. And he doesn't want to spend it with anyone else.

He dresses quickly, pulling on comfortable and durable clothing suitable for a ride. Kit straps his sword to his hip and goes down to the kitchens to get a picnic lunch and some wine. He's learning his way around the house again.

Within the hour he is on horseback, traveling through the countryside, stopping at farms along the way. He asks after Gabby, and the folk at each stop send him off with directions. It is nearly midday when he finally finds her.

She is in a farmer's kraal, inspecting the hooves of goats. At first all he sees is Gabby's delectable derriere in her tight riding leathers as she bends over an animal, hoof shears in hand. Kit reigns in beside the kraal as Gabby stands up and wipes at her brow with the back of her hand. She spots him, frowns, and walks towards the chest-high fence.

Besides her riding leathers, Gabby wears a white peasant blouse showing a tasteful amount of cleavage, her hair held back with a copper band. With cheeks flushed and sweat dampening her black locks and dirt in her fingernails, she looks incredibly sexy. The unhappy look on her face is troubling but understandable.

"Hey," Kit says.

"Hello." Her voice is guarded as she looks up at him. "What brings you out this way, Captain?"

Kit coughs, suddenly unsure of himself. He dismounts, dropping nimbly to the ground. "I've been looking for you."

"Have you?" Gabby asks. She toys with the shears in her hands.

Kit reaches into the saddle bags and withdraws a bundle of flowers. Daisies, real ones, and hands them to his sister. "I want to apologize," he says. "Also, I have missed you."

Gabby's expression thaws somewhat as she takes the proffered bouquet. "The latter I doubt. As for the former... I suppose I accept." She sniffs the daisies. "These are pretty."

"I brought a picnic lunch, if you'd care to join me," Kit says.

Gabby looks at him dubiously over the flowers. "Pick up where we left off, perhaps? Before you rushed into battle and left me all alone, and couldn't even pop in and say 'Hey, I'm alive,' before rushing off to seduce your not-so secret crush?"

Kit winces theatrically. "Hence the apology. I honestly didn't think I'd end up spending the day with Grace, let alone three days. I would like to make it up to you."

Gabby holds the daisies up to her nose again. "I guess if I had the chance to get together with Drake, I would take the same advantage you did with Grace." She sighs. "And I guess I am more annoyed than angry with you at this point. Let me finish up here, clean up a little, and we can find somewhere to have lunch."

"Excellent," Kit says. He puts a hand on the fence post and vaults over the side in one smooth movement.

Despite herself, Gabby laughs. "What are you doing?"

"I expect this will go quicker if I help. So I'm helping. Any objection?"

"I suppose not," says Gabby, as she holds out the bouquet of flowers towards a goat. It takes a big bite with a contented bleat.

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When they are finished with the goats, Gabby climbs on to her horse and leads them across rolling hills into a secluded wood. Narrow trails wind through the trees and up a steep incline. It is well after noon when they reach a natural spring ringed by granite boulders.

"I didn't even know this was here," Kit says as he dismounts.

"I found it when I started working with the local farmers. It's a nice quiet place for a dip after a long sweaty day around animals and mulch." Gabby slides to the ground, leaving her horse to crop grass on its own.

Gabby approaches the pool, unbuttoning her blouse as she goes. Soon that flutters to the ground, and she bends over to peel off her boots and leathers. Kit watches, admiring his sister's coltish, long-legged beauty as each tanned inch is revealed. He likes the smooth line of her back, and the peach like shape of her flexing posterior as she bends over. Her smooth, muscular thighs and calves. The brief glimpse of the lips between her legs.

Kit starts to disrobe as well, moving slowly as he watches Gabby pick her way towards the water. She shivers daintily as her toes touch the water, looking back only once before stepping into the pool. Gooseflesh erupts across her athletic form but she doesn't pause. Water swirls around her thighs and waist and then she dives into the pool, splashing around.

Kit pulls his last article of clothing off and, holding his scabbarded sword, approaches the pool himself. He leans the sword against a boulder and steps into the pool. The water is frigidly cold, and Kit's mind goes back to the jewel he removed from his fireplace. He grits his teeth and follows his sister into the water.

Gabby lays back in the water, heavy breasts with cold-hardened nipples bobbing and just breaking the surface, her short black hair slick against her skull, eyes shining and lips pulled up in a silly grin. She cups her hands and flings water at Kit, splashing copious amounts of freezing water at him.

Kit shivers theatrically and dives forward, arms spread to sweep water before him as he goes under. Gabby shrieks as water surges over her and back peddles away from him. Kit comes up for air, sheets of water cascading from him. Droplets glisten in the sun. Gabby turns and swims away from Kit, laughing as she goes.

With a growl, Kit pursues. He could easily overtake her, but he lets her lead them around the pool, laughing and splashing. For the first time Kit notices the large koi in the pool, darting about nervously while the large mammals invade their territory.

Gabby and Kit circle the pool twice before he finally decides to push the issue. He accelerates, kicking to propel himself forward, and wraps his big hands around her narrow waist. With ease, he lifts her kicking and giggling out of the water.

"That took much longer than I thought it would, Squirt," Gabby says, wrapping her long, slick legs around Kit.

"I wanted to make sure you got all the goat stink off of you," Kit says, pulling Gabby close, crushing her full breasts against his broad chest. Her nipples are hard nubbins pressing into him. Kit finds her lips, enjoying his sister's taste. He really has missed her, he realizes.

"You say the most romantic things," Gabby grumbles. Her hands measure the breadth of his shoulders and glide down his back, along his narrow waist, and cup his muscular buttocks.

Kit kisses his way down Gabby's throat, then back to her lips. Her grip tightens on his ass, kneading his flesh, pulling him closer against her. She laughs suddenly. "What's wrong, Squirt? Is the water a little too cold for you?"

Kit looks up into her laughing eyes and swallows a retort. It is a very cold in this pool. He smiles at her, grabs her by the waist, and lifts her bodily from the water. She shrieks as sheets of water pour off of her sleek frame and wash over Kit. He slings her over his shoulder, one arm braced against her thighs and tight against her plush backside, and begins to walk to shore. She kicks her feet and pounds at him playfully with her fists.

"You brute!" she says with a laugh. "You vicious, vicious brute!"

Kit sets her down on a flat expanse of rock. Dripping wet, gooseflesh across her tanned and athletic form, she stands proudly as Kit drags himself up out of the water.

The cool breeze gives him a slight chill, but the warm sunlight begins to dry him immediately.

Gabby stands with fists on hips, back slightly arched so as to thrust her large breasts with their hard, flushed nipples into prominence. Beads of moisture decorate her neatly trimmed mound, her pubic hair slick and wet. "Feel better?" she says mockingly. She turns, displaying her full, springy buttocks and gracefully sloping back. Her thighs bunch involuntarily as her body notices the chill she is trying to ignore.

Gabby looks to the horses, quietly and contentedly cropping grass. "I don't suppose you thought to bring a towel?" she asks. Half-turning, she regards her youngest brother, brow arched with curiosity. She gives him a slow look of regard, admiring his powerful muscular frame and the thick appendage slowly unfurling between his legs.

"Somebody is waking up, I see." She laughs, makes a quarter turn that causes her large breasts to sway deliciously on her chest, and flicks a few drops of water at Kit. He closes the gap between them, pressing his body against her, his growing hardness wedged between her cheeks. He rubs her arms, nuzzles the back of her neck. Gabby purrs.

Kit brushes his lip against the nape of her neck. Her wet hair leaves trails of moisture on his face. His fingers trace lines of their own across her flat belly. Strange to think that she will soon be swollen with his child. Stranger still to think how natural that feels, how right. He reaches up to cup her large, heavy tits, hard nipples fitting perfectly between his thumb and forefinger.

Gabby sucks in a hissing breath. "Magic blood, magic fingers," she quips. Her hands cover his. Her backside nudges backward into him and her hips sway a little, massaging his growing length with the cleavage of her ass. She reaches back, pressing his hardness against her warm skin. She spreads her legs slightly, almost but not quite subtly.

Kit nibbles an earlobe, still cupping and massaging Gabby's full breasts. Soft and heavy in his hands, he can't help momentarily comparing them to Grace's lush maternal mounds. Gabby's breasts are smaller, but they still overflow Kit's fingers, and look incredibly out-sized on her coltish frame. And they feel perfect in his hands.

Kit's swollen cockhead nudges against the small of Gabby's back. Precum drips onto her skin. She is definitely swaying her hips now, rubbing herself against her brother, slowly spreading her legs, bracing herself with her feet against the slab of rock beneath them.

Gabby turns her head. Kit finds her lips and kisses her fiercely. With slim fingered hands behind her, she grips Kit's rampant rod and slowly wedges it downward. The head presses into her flesh, leaving a glistening trail of precum as it glides across her skin.

Gabby leans forward, pulling herself away from Kit's grip, raising her backside up. His hands slide down her flanks to grip her wide hips. Kit's cock slips between her legs, nudges against the moist petals of her pussy lips. The broad head of his cock pushes her thick fleshy labia apart. Both of them gasp simultaneously. Gabby looks back over her shoulder at Kit, they lock eyes, and then both of them start laughing at the exact same moment.

Gabby's laugh turns to a long, shuddering moan as Kit slides into her depths. Slowly but steadily, letting her relax and accept his girth, he drives his hips forward. Her warm wetness envelops him, welcomes him, caresses his every inch as he gradually sinks home. Gabby braces her hands on her knees and fucks her ass back at Kit. The impact makes her flesh ripple deliciously.

The tip of Kit's cock kisses Gabby's cervix. Her breath hitches and she freezes still, standing on the balls of her feet, her wet hair glistening in the sun, beads of water still on her smooth back. Kit smiles, admiring the view. He begins to fuck his sister in earnest.

With his hands holding on to her, he swings his hips back and forth, driving his thick, engorged cock into her tight, wet pussy. The clearing echoes with the sounds of flesh against flesh, Gabby's cries of pleasure, and Kit's reflexive grunts.

She half turns, looking over her shoulder at Kit. "So deep, Squirt," she half says, half moans. "Always so deep, and when you squirt, you're going to pump your load right into the center of me."

Kit groans. His slowly pumping cock flexes and throbs deep within Gabby, eliciting a sexy grunt from her. Her sugar walls tighten around his invading length, soaking him in her fluids. "Getting close," Gabby says, breathless. She reaches between them to tease her clit as Kit continues to thrust.

His grip tightens on her waist. He leans over, kissing the nape of her neck. Gabby shudders, her pussy tightening again. Kit takes a deep breath, leans back again, and begins to double his speed. Savagely, he pummels Gabby mercilessly, watching her ass ripple with each thrust, listening to her cries, enjoying the clasp of her pussy around his hardness.

"So thick and deep in my tight, little pussy," Gabby half-whispers, half-cries. "Gonna make your big sister explode if you keep that up, Squirt." Kit just smiles and moves faster. His muscles flex as he drives home again and again. Each impact elicits a grunt from his sister.

"Twelve Gods, fuck," Gabby gasps out. She throws her head back and lets loose a primal scream as her climax takes her. Kit grunts himself and suddenly he is emptying himself inside her. His large cock bucks and throbs and sprays, thick ribbons of semen-laden sperm into her depths. Gabby cries out as each eruption impacts with the roof of her womb. Her pussy throbs in response, her clit on fire, her orgasm extended interminably as Kit explodes inside her. Every muscle in her body tightens and a long wail starts in her throat.

Birds erupt from the trees. Gabby's cry echoes across the forest.

Then, they lie in a tangled heap upon the rock, still together, limbs entwined around one another, Kit's semi-hard cock still buried in Gabby's frothy pussy. Kit plants a kiss behind her left ear. "Mmmm," she purrs. She reaches down, caresses Kit's muscular thigh. "I needed that, Squirt."

They lay together for a few moments more before Gabby groans dramatically and nudges Kit. "This rock is not comfortable. I hope you brought blankets or something, because there is nothing in my bags."

Gabby pulls away and Kit lets her go, admiring her lean, athletic body with the all-over tan, wide hips, and huge tits. And his cream running down her thighs.

Kit sits up, noticing for the first time his own discomfort. And he remembers his conversation with Eva and the reason why he tracked his youngest sister down in the first place. With some chagrin, he almost but doesn't quite regret pumping her full of his seed first. Still, that will make the conversation he is about to have will be awkward at best.

Naked, he moves panther-like to collect his horse. In its saddlebags he finds the packed lunch, a blanket, and wine. He brings everything back to the pool, where Gabby stands stretching and showing off her gorgeous body. She gives him a grateful look as he spreads the blanket out and hands her the basket.

As they sit down to eat, Kit stares at his hands for a long moment, then looks up into Gabby's gray eyes. "I talked to Eva, today."

"Really? I'm sure that must have been fun."

"Not particularly," Kit admits. "But it was informative."

Gabby laughs. "Ah yes, one of Eva's lectures. I love her dearly, but she does have a tendency to go on and on."

"She told me about her engagement negotiations. And how a pregnancy might derail them."

Gabby laughs again, more gently this time. "I'm sure she's very worried about it. Eva has always been so very practical."

"Yes," Kit agrees. He takes a bite and chews slowly. "What about you?"

"What?"

"Are you worried? As much as I agree with Mother's plan, I'm now concerned about the repercussions for the rest of you. Grace, Belle, and Fiona all have families of their own already. But you and Eva have your entire lives ahead of you, lives yet to be constructed."

Gabby looks at him for a long moment. "I think I'd take your words at greater value if not for the seed in my pussy." She leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "A sweet thought, Kit, but irrelevant."

Kit shakes his head. "I didn't mean to just, um, dive in like that. But what can I say? You're basically irresistible."

She punches him lightly in the shoulder. "Don't blow smoke up my ass, young man. You didn't spend three straight days between my legs. But still, thanks for the compliment, I guess."

Kit takes another bite. "But do you worry about the future? About marriage? Arranged or otherwise, this pregnancy could affect it. Badly."

Gabby waves her hand in the air dismissively. "I've thought about it, of course. I'm not the flighty twit that everyone assumes I am. You of all people should know that - you're the only one who has come out into the field with me. So yeah, I've thought about it. No one in the family ever told me about Grace and Gale, but somehow I know the whole story."

She sighs. "The possibility of ending up in a marriage with a minor noble on some backwater island doesn't exactly thrill me. But as long as there are farms and green growing things, I think I will be okay. There's also the distinct possibility that, should I give birth to a Blessed child, I will have enough cachet to make up for having a birth out of wedlock."

Kit thinks a moment. "Okay." He smiles. "As long as you've thought about it."

Gabby laughs. She puts down her wineglass. "And now that lunch is over, I'm thinking that I want some dessert." She licks her lips and sits up straighter.

Kit smiles and leans back, setting his meal aside. "What do you have in mind?"

Gabby leans on her palms and starts to walk on all fours towards Kit. "Something sweet and salty, thick and creamy. And I want it straight from the source." She pushes plates out of the way and kneels on her haunches between Kit's outstretched legs. His thick cock lays flaccid against his thigh, but it gradually stiffens as Gabby gazes intently at it.

She leans down and blows gently across his sensitive skin. Blood surges into his cock, lifting the heavy limb off his thigh as it engorges. Gabby reaches out and wraps her fingers around his length at the base. She slowly runs her hand up and down his cock, fingers grazing his hot skin lightly. Kit flexes in her hand. His cockhead swells, angry and red. A thick dollop of precum forms in the eye.

Gabby looks up into Kit's eyes and smiles almost shyly. With her free hand, she extends a finger and drags it through the drop of precum, spreading the fluid around her brother's cockhead. It's a light touch, like a feather. Kit can't suppress a pleasurable shiver.

Slowly Gabby jacks him, coaxing more precum from his cock. With the other hand she continues to smear it on his flushed skin. She blows gently, her warm breath washing over him. Her lips follow, settling delicately on Kit's weeping cockhead. Gabby parts her lips, letting the plum sized head of her brother's dick slide into the wet heat of her mouth.

Kit groans. Gabby giggles, lashing his cockhead with her tongue. She sucks lightly, splurping up precum, swallowing quickly and noisily. Her lips part further as she takes more of Kit's thickness into her mouth. Still gripping his prick at the base, she gently squeezes in counterpoint to her sucking.

Her head bobs in his lap, sliding up and down his hardness, her saliva mixing with his precum. The frothy mixture drips down his exposed length to coat her fingers. Her other hand cups Kit's full, spongy balls. She squeezes those gently as well, almost willing the cum to squirt out.

Gabby's tongue undulates along the underside of Kit's thick cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, softly at first but gradually with more insistence. Her hands stay busy, one manipulating the root of his cock, the other cupping and caressing his testes.

Kit admires the line of Gabby's back and how it declines into the full globes of her peach-shaped ass while she sucks him. He looks down into her pale eyes. He senses her love and her hunger. Or perhaps more appropriately, her thirst.

The pressure of her mouth and lips, the touch of her hands, drive him over the edge. "Gabby," Kit manages to gasp out. "Squirting."

She giggles with his cock in her mouth, a vibration that he feels through the sensitive flesh of his cock just as it begins to spasm. He bucks between her lips, a thick ribbon of semen-laden sperm traveling up through his cock to squirt across Gabby's tongue. Her cheeks balloon with the volume, forcing her to quickly swallow. The next eruption comes quickly, just as thick, just as creamy. Gabby swallows rapidly to keep up with her brother's copious ejaculation.

Although she is game and eager to prove herself, Kit proves too much for her. With a cough and a gurgle she releases his spraying cock, allowing a ribbon to jet across her face, decorating her nose and right eyebrow. The next spurt splashes across her cheek and lips. Caught between a laugh and a cough, Gabby directs Kit's throbbing, spasming dick away from her face. His eruption finishes across her neck and breasts, leaving pools of creamy semen decorating her tan skin.

Gabby licks her lips and smears cum across her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Eventually," she says, admiring the way Kit's cock remains hard and proud between his legs, "I'm going to be able to swallow the full load." She drags her cum-stained hand down her throat and across her breasts, accreting more of Kit's spend. She brings her hand to her mouth and licks her fingers, thrusting each digit hungrily between her lips and sucking them clean in turn.

More blood pumps into Kit's cock, stiffening his already solid member. With a careless chuckle, Gabby clambers up on her knees and straddles Kit. With her cum and saliva streaked hand, she grips him by the base and aims his cock at her boiling twat. Kit grabs his sister by the hips and steadies her as his cockhead parts her lips. She moans with need and passion as she slowly sinks down, devouring him.

Gabby rides Kit. Cum smeared tits sway in his face, and Kit does not flinch from kissing them, from sucking her hard nipples between his lips and teasing them with his teeth. Gabby's hips increase in speed, drawing more and more of his rampant length into her heated depths.

"Suck my titties, Kit," Gabby growls. "Fuck that big cock into my little pussy, squirt all that tasty cum into my womb and plant a baby inside your big sister!" Her pussy tightens around his girth, her fluids inundating him. Her heart pounding, echoing in Kit's ears as her large breasts bounce in his face.

Kit allows himself a small smile. He's in no hurry to cum, having just deposited a huge load down Gabby's throat and all over her breasts. With a subtle shift, he takes control, rolling the two of them over so that he looms above his sister. Her thighs lock around his hips and her heels dig into his muscular ass as he begins to pound his heavy cock into her pussy.

Gabby cries out, her screams echoing in the small forest opening, startling any birds or small animals that might be left to startle.

Kit fucks into Gabby over and over. He feels her clit almost flatten against his pubis as he hammers into her clasping pussy. Her heat envelops him and sucks his cock in deeper. He nudges up against her cervix, eliciting a grunt from her. But her thighs tighten around his waist and her heels beat a tattoo against his taut ass as she orgasms again.

Kit switches them up. He pulls her legs off of him, stretches them wide, and settles her calves on his shoulders. Gabby looks up at him, wet mouth open and panting, toes curling by his ears. Kit drags his cock halfway out of her weeping pussy and then slams home once more. Gabby's heavy breasts bounce on her chest while Kit's heavy balls bounce against her ass.

"Fucking fuck," Gabby says, breathless, chest heaving. Her pussy tightens around Kit's plunging cock. Her hips fuck back at him. She reaches up to hold his arms, fingers white knuckling as she grips him. Kit holds that position, cock driving hard into her soaking hot depths repeatedly, until she succumbs once more.

While she is still shivering in orgasmic bliss, her body weak as a ragdoll's, Kit picks her up and repositions her, laying her on her side, left leg beneath him and right leg raised up straight against his chest. He slots his cockhead against her sloppy pussy once more and drives home. Gabby, eyes half-lidded in sweet satisfaction, opens them wide once more and gasps in renewed pleasure.

Kit grips Gabby's strong calf and fucks into her again. Her body shakes and shivers under the assault, reveling in the pleasure coursing throughout her athletic frame. She throws her head back and gives in once again. Her thighs bunch and shake, calf trembling in his hand, as he plunges over and over into her.

Gabby collapses for long moments, beautiful chest heaving as she takes long, deep breaths. Her eyes are shiny and bright as she looks up at her little brother. Kit pulls out of her with a wet sucking sound, his long, thick cock shiny with Gabby's wetness.

"You... you didn't," she gasps out. Kit shakes his head. His cock throbs between his legs, dripping co-mingled fluids onto her sodden pubis. "Well, then," Gabby manages to say, catching her breath. She rolls over onto all fours and sticks her delectable rump in the air.

Kit puts a palm on her right cheek and grips it tightly. Gabby purrs and arches her back, pressing her ass into his hand. With his other hand he angles his dick towards her sopping, gooey pussy. She shivers as his swollen cockhead nudges against her lips, anticipating the invasion of his throbbing member.

"C'mon, Squirt," Gabby says in a pleading tone. "I wanna feel you squirting deep inside me."

Kit slides forward with a grunt. Gabby releases a moan. She shakes beneath him, her sugar walls tightening against his driving member. Kit puts his other palm on Gabby's other cheek and begins to fuck her hard and savage. He again admires how her flesh ripples with each impact, imagining her swaying breasts. She drops her head, her now mostly dry hair curling around her chin, and begins to push her hips back at Kit.

His hands glide up her back and encircle her waist, seeking a better grip with which to drive. His engorged, throbbing cock, hungry and in need of release, hammers into his sister's pussy. Kit leans over her and kisses the nape of her neck. Somehow, this sets off a chain reaction insider her, and she moans and cries out once more. Her pussy tightens around him, clamping down on his throbbing cock.

Kit's balls suddenly tighten. His cock throbs and bucks and pulses, torrents of life-giving seed erupting into sister's thirsty depths with each contraction. Once more Kit paints his sister's womb white.

Gabby collapses in a heap of tired muscles and weak limbs. Kit slumps over her, his semi-hard cock still embedded deep inside, the last few dregs squirting into her. His sweaty chest presses against her sweaty back. He rises and falls gently as she breathes deeply, until he finds the strength to lift himself off of her.

Kit's cock still has life in it. Gabby hasn't exhausted him the way Grace or their mother can. But he has exhausted her. She dozes lightly beside him on the blanket.

"Twelve Gods, Kit," Gabby says. Her voice isn't much more than a whisper. "If that doesn't get me pregnant, I don't know what will." She takes a deep, shuddering breath and cracks open a gray eye to regard him. "Nothing would make me happier than continuing to try."

Kit smiles, leans over and kisses her on the nose.