Blessed Ch. 11
Two outings, two sisters

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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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The routine adjusts to accommodate Fiona into the schedule. Kit stumbles through the next few days, more sleep deprived than before. Time with Fiona is not simply spent trying to get pregnant, but also sparring. When she isn't working on draining his balls, she is busting them.

Kit's time with Gabby grows briefer in the mornings, as his general exhaustion wars with her need to get out into the field as early as possible. There's an early harvest blooming on the island, and all hands are needed. Especially Gabby's.

Time with Grace is Kit's greatest balm. He would spend his days exclusively with her if he could, but both of them have duties that preclude such an arrangement. It is only with her that he can truly relax and be himself. They cuddle together and hold one another. Grace reads poetry to Kit with his head in her lap, gently stroking his hair. They talk about the future they can never have. And they have a lot of sex. It is never a chore with Grace, simply an expression of their feelings for one another.

The same should be said about the time Kit spends with his mother, but even with her new pregnancy and the relative success of her plan to date, there is stress. She wants to know what he is going to do about Belle and Eva.

And she is not happy with his response.

"Belle... I don't know," he says, while he lies beside his mother in her large, comfortable bed. "She's masking her anxiety with drink. She's clearly not interested in, well, in sex. Not with me at any rate."

Serana scoffs. "She is, Kit. That's what scares her. Just approach her and let things unfold naturally."

Kit is privately skeptical. He also knows he isn't going to try to take advantage of someone whose thoughts are clouded by drink. Especially if that person is one of his sisters.

"Do you recall that first day in the hall? It was Belle who found us." Serana runs her hand across Kit's bare chest, playing with the curls of dark hair there, matted with sweat. "I generally try not to pry into my children's emotional condition, but you had me in such a state at the time that I couldn't help it. Belle watched us, darling boy, long enough to feel aroused."

Kit looks at his mother dubiously. He knows she is telling him the truth, because she has never lied to him. But he is having trouble reconciling that truth with the Belle he has witnessed over the last two weeks.

"She will come around," Serana says. "You just have to put in some effort. She's not going to chase you down like the other girls did."

Kit snorts, remembering how his mother chased him down herself. "Okay," he says slowly. "I'll talk to her." Privately, he adds, when she's sober.

"And what is your plan for Eva?"

At this, Kit bristles involuntarily. Serana senses the change and withdraws her hand. Her brows narrow.

"Eva is not interested," he says. "She has made that very clear. She doesn't want the betrothal negotiations with the Tarranit clan derailed."

Serana's eyes glimmer with lambent green flame. "I can end those negotiations myself with a word," she says, clearly not used to anyone defying her.

"Don't," Kit says.

"What?" The look she gives him is a dangerous one.

"It wouldn't help. Eva isn't suddenly going to change her mind if you take away her chance at marriage, nor suddenly find being impregnated by her little brother a palatable alternative if you punish her for having her own opinion. This whole plan can only work if we are all willing."

"I can make her willing."

Kit sighs. "Maybe you can, though I don't believe you will. In any case, you cannot force me."

She looks at him coldly. "Do you truly think so?"

Kit swallows, suddenly uncertain. When he speaks, his voice is steady. "I do."

"I am your liege and you are my bondsman. You are sworn to obey me."

"I am," Kit agrees. He swallows again, his throat dry. "But are you really going to order me to rape my sister, your daughter?"

Serana's eyes flash with green fire. But when she speaks, her voice is a cold whisper. "How dare you?" She seems about to say more, but checks herself, actually physically biting her cheek, and rolls over and away from him.

Kit reaches for her but lets his arm drop back to his side. He rolls over as well. It is a long while before he is able to sleep.

After that, things with his mother become strained. She still takes him into her bed and fucks him within an inch of his life, but the closeness they shared appears to be lost. Kit feels uncertain and a little adrift, but he is so exhausted from his daily activities, that it takes a while for him to actually realize what he is feeling.

Ironically, it is through Eva that he manages to get things back on track.

A few days after the cold shoulder from Serana begins, Kit finds himself sleepily trudging from her apartments to his own one morning. He wants rest and time to himself, away from the physical demands of his sisters and mother, but he knows he is going to find Gabby waiting for him in his bed. And after that, Fiona will want a piece of him. Grace will let him rest, but he will be able to sense her hunger, and he will feel obligated to succumb to her considerable charms. And then back into his mother's arms for wordless, passionless and mechanical sex. He is beginning to dread the day.

As often happens on these mornings Kit catches a glimpse of Eva as she rounds a corner, heading down to breakfast. This time, however, he decides not to avoid her. "Eva!" he calls. He senses her pause.

She steps back into view and gives him an odd look. "You can't possibly be lost again," she says. She's wearing a modestly cut long green dress today. Her midnight black hair is pinned back with silver and she wears a long winding chain around her throat, depending from which is a large emerald that winks in the morning light. As always, she carries a large folder under one arm, no doubt filled with sketches and drawings.

"No," Kit says, approaching quickly, some of his sleepiness drifting away as he finds new purpose. "I wanted to ask you for a favor."

Eva's brilliant blue eyes are frosty behind her glasses. "Kit, I thought I made it quite clear..."

"That's why I have to ask you for help. I need to get out of the mansion and away from everyone else. I need a break, I need time to recuperate, get my wind back. And you're the only person around here I can count on to let me do that."

Eva's expression softens slightly, but she still looks suspicious. "Seriously? You're getting laid more regularly than anyone your age ever has in the history of the Empire, and you want to give that up and go for a stroll with the one person in the palace who won't put out?"

"You have articulated my dilemma precisely," Kit says. "Will you help me?"

"Why do you need me? Can't you just go off by yourself?"

"If I do, someone will follow. You know they will. But if I have you with me, everyone else will give me space."

Eva nods, digesting his proposal. "This isn't some trick or something is it? You're not just trying to get me alone in the woods or something?"

"How low of an opinion do you have of me?" Kit asks sharply.

"The Apple Pie Incident," Eva responds just as quickly.

Kit sighs. "That was mostly Gabby's fault, and besides, I was six. A lot has changed since then." Eva merely arches an eyebrow, a look she learned from their mother. "Whatever else has happened, Eva, I am still your brother. I would never... I just need some time. I am asking for your help. Can you help me?"

"I can," Eva says slowly. "I guess I'm still just not sure if I should."

"Please?"

Eva shakes her head, but she is clearly considering. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"I don't really know, to be honest. Maybe just a ride around the island. Stop in one of the villages and grab lunch. Back in time for dinner."

"I suppose that wouldn't be awful," Eva admits. "There are some ruins near Moorea that I've wanted to sketch. I think there's a pub in town."

Kit feels an immense relief settle upon his shoulders. He feels suddenly lighter and more relaxed. "Thank you, Eva. Thank you, you are a life saver. I'm going to just head down to the stables now and get the horses ready. Grab whatever you want and meet me there."

The beginning of a smile tugs at the corners of Eva's lips. "Okay. See you in a bit."

*

The ride out to the west end of the island is pleasant. The day is cool, the summer humidity largely abated by a northerly wind that carries with it the scents of the harvest. Eva rides ably, side-saddle to accommodate her long skirt, and says little on the journey. Occasionally she shoots Kit some searching looks when she thinks he isn't paying attention.

He knows they have never been close and that there indeed was considerable antagonism between them when they were younger - Kit and Gabby used to team up against Eva quite often - but he hoped that the intervening years might have softened matters between them. He knows Eva is uncomfortable with the summer's incestuous activities, but he also believes he has been clear that he respects her feelings. Perhaps the incident with the pie really has colored their relationship.

The jungle begins to close in around the road. After a few crossroads, one that leads off to the coastal village of Moorea, the road itself begins to narrow, until they are navigating a mere path through the greenery. Before long they are forced to dismount and lead the horses, because the canopy is too thick and too low. Insects hum around them. Brightly colored birds flitter by, making haunting calls. They pass a tortoise the size of a dinner table, slumbering unconcernedly beside the trail.

At last they come upon the ruins. The site is largely claimed by the jungle, covered in vines and flowering plants. Massive trees grow in the midst of ancient courtyards. Birds and other small animals make their homes in whatever nooks or crannies they can find.

It is an unprepossessing place, Kit decides. Crumbling walls that may have fenced in yards or been part of buildings are scattered about. Here, a statue of a sinuous figure thrusts outward from between two trees, its surface smoothed and pitted by erosion. There, a tumble of regularly shaped stones suggest the tiles of a roof, now scattered on the ground like pebbles.

But as Kit and Eva wind their way through narrow avenues now overgrown with plants, the surprising size of the place begins to impress itself upon him. This was no small settlement or village. He looks around, measuring distances and doing quick calculations in his head. These ruins were a city at one time.

"What is this place?" Kit says, his voice almost cracking from disuse.

Eva looks askance at him. "No history classes at your special academy?"

"I was never much of a scholar," Kit admits. "But I don't recall any mention of ancient cities in the western islands."

Eva nods, seemingly surprised. "Hmmm. You noticed. I don't think anyone else knows the full extent of this place. So few come out here." She pauses. "Father took me to visit it once when I was young, which is the only reason I know of it. He didn't believe me that I could see how big it once must have been, until I started pointing things out. I think he finally started to appreciate my love for architecture on that day."

Kit is silent, thinking of his father. He never had a moment like that with the man, barely spoke to him when he was alive. Just when Kit was getting old enough to spend time with his father, he was shipped off to the Scarlet City. But the sea took him from them all before Kit could ever see him again. He wasn't even allowed to return for the service, as his studies took precedence.

"You okay?" Eva asks.

Kit nods. "Just thinking of father."

It is Eva's turn to be silent. They proceed through the jungle and ruins, until Eva points out a larger bulwark, almost hidden by the trees on a rise. "Closer to the center of the city, the buildings are more intact. Let's head up there. I want to make some sketches."

Kit is accommodating. This is Eva's expedition. He is just relieved to have no responsibilities for the day, no need to perform or act a certain way. He feels relaxed for the first time in almost a week. He hasn't thought of Serana in hours, and feels strangely pleased about that.

"Any idea who built this city?" Kit asks, as they wind their way up a gentle slope to the bulwark.

Eva looks quietly pleased with herself. "Well, neither father nor I had any inkling when we were here ages ago. But I never forgot the designs, and I looked all over the library at school for any clues. And I think I figured it out." She takes a deep breath and says, as if daring Kit to contradict her, "I think this city was built by Valusians."

"Really?" He is slightly incredulous, but tries not to let it show. Eva is smarter than him and has already been to this place. She is probably right.

But the snake men were eradicated in the early years of the Empire. If this was one of their cities, that would make it nearly two thousand years old, and after that much time in the jungle, Kit doubts there would be this much left of the place to leave much of an impression. Let alone parts of buildings.

Eva nods, clearly excited. "I am somewhat glad that you suggested this outing, Kit," she says slowly. "I've been wanting to get out here since returning to Kaido, but I haven't had anyone to accompany me."

"I'm sure mother would have let you take some servants or guards. Fiona would probably do it if asked."

"Fiona wasn't interested," Eva says. "She was not, and I quote, 'going to waste my time tromping around some dusty old ruins when I could be fucking Kit's brains out.'"

Kit chuckles, slightly embarrassed.

"Which brings me back around to a certain level of incredulity that you would want to come out here, given that you have four women dying to 'fuck your brains out.'"

"And yet here I am."

"Here you are indeed." Her tone says that she expects him to try something, but also that she expects to stop him in his tracks if he does. Kit is suddenly exhausted again. Emotionally, if not physically.

They reach the crest of the rise. Kit looks around, noting that the trees have hidden the remnants of a city square. It has largely sunk into a depression within the hill, and is roped all around with vegetation, but it's recognizably a city square. His hand drops automatically to the hilt of his sword as he surveys the ruins. There are no straight lines that he can see, just sinuous curves and loops and circles. The walls, more substantial here than below, look as though they once met to create rounded buildings like pots. The iconography is foreign to him, but he thinks he sees scales and bat-like wings and something that could be horns or fangs.

Eva loops her reigns around the branch of a tree and pulls her sketchbook and inks from the saddle bags. Kit sees to the animals while Eva picks her way across the uneven ground. She finds an old stump or broken column or something to serve as a seat, produces a pen, and begins to draw.

Kit watches her a moment and then digs some apples out of his saddlebags and treats the horses. It is while they are happily munching away at the fruit that he realizes that he no longer hears the birds or the buzz of insects. Not entirely, at any rate. Sound rises up from the jungle below, but here on the hill it is eerily quiet.

Kit grabs an apple for himself and begins to walk around the perimeter of the hill. He snacks while he examines the remnants of the buildings and pathways. They are laid out in a circular pattern, like a wheel, focused at the center of the hill. He tosses his apple core aside, licks his fingers, and walks forward into the quiet.

Eva looks up as he crosses her line of sight, frowns, and calls to him. He just waves and steps around a tree, losing sight of her. Kit picks his way over crumbling cobbles and twisting vines, through narrow winding avenues and beneath towering trees.

He hears movement behind him and freezes, only relaxing as Eva stumbles into view. "What are you doing?" she demands, her voice all but swallowed by the strange quiet all around them.

"There's something wrong here," he says. "Can't you feel it?"

She shakes her head, clearly wondering if this is a ploy or not. "I'm not special like you. Or the others. This just looks like a ruin to me." She pauses. "What are you sensing exactly?"

Kit shakes his head. "Just a feeling. I wanted to check it out without bothering you, but since you're here, you might as well tag along."

"Tag along?" she mimics, but follows. She looks around, blue eyes flashing behind the lenses of her glasses. "This is definitely prehuman architecture," she muses out loud. "It's consistent with what I know of Valusian design, but I wish I could find a scrap of writing or a statue that wasn't completely weathered away to almost nothing."

The narrow lanes suddenly fall away, revealing an open space, a clearing in the jungle. A narrow, naked spire of green rock stands in the center of the clearing. The vegetation, wild and rampant everywhere else, curls away from the obelisk.

"Well, now," Kit says. "That's something."

"Kit," Eva says with a sudden quaver in her voice. "I don't think we should be here."

Kit looks at her, surprised. This was her expedition after all, and the spire may possess the very proof she is looking for. He is about to point that out when a sudden loud crack splits the air. Kit feels a sudden buzzing behind his eyelids. Old magic.

The siblings look to the obelisk and see it has split open, a long dark line out of which extends a cold green light that seems to shine brightly even though it is nearly noon, as if the sun overhead were thrown into relief by it.

The sword rasps out of its sheathe into Kit's waiting palm without a thought. "Eva, get to the horses and get out of here."

She pulls at his arm. "Fine, but you come with me."

Kit risks a glance at her. She is frightened, but she is still a Daramour and will not leave him to face this alone. But he can't just retreat, not without ensuring that whatever they accidentally awoke goes back to sleep.

Three sinuous undead creatures slither out of the opening in the obelisk. Snake men, long dead. Scaled skin stretched taut across their bones, huge eye sockets devoid of their large reptilian eyes. They are about the size of a human, slightly larger, snake-like in every way except for the two arms that grow out of their serpent bodes below their massive, fanged heads. In their hands they hold curved swords made of some coppery metal covered in a patina of green. The cold green light seems to emanate from them as they slither across the broken cobbles, their ancient scales rasping against the stone.

Eva shrieks and staggers backward, loosing Kit. He smiles grimly, sword tightly gripped in one hand, and lets himself be consumed by his own power. Time slows down as he feels his muscles swell with strength. He diverts a measure of his power into his sword, causing golden flames to erupt along its length.

Kit rushes forward to meet the Valusians. Swords ring and scales rasp, everything moving in slow motion. The lead snake man catches Kit's blade, impossibly quick, and turns it aside as another one pounces. Kit leaps aside just in time to keep from being skewered. The third undead creature hurtles towards Eva, who holds her sketchbook up like a shield to ward it away.

Blood boils in Kit's temple. He feints left and whirls right, shearing one of the creature's superfluous arms off. It staggers back and Kit breaks away, rushing to his sister's side.

The sketchbook is shorn into two pieces, and the snake man has Eva's dress gripped in one desiccated hand. The other holds aloft its sword. Eva twists, pulling away, her dress tearing, and the sword falls.

But Kit is there. He grabs the creature's sword arm and holds it back while his sword flashes, shearing the Valusian into two pieces as well with one blow. As it falls, Kit is already moving, spinning to catch the blades of the other two. Their mouths are agape, baring fangs, but no sound comes from them. No tongues taste the air.

Kit pushes back, his superior strength throwing the two snake men away from him. But on their long sinuous tails they recover quickly, moving as a unit, attacking from both sides. Kit's blade flashes like lightning, leaving glowing golden trails in the air, as he defends himself. The snakes are almost as fast, but only almost. That there are two of them is the only reason they can keep up with him. Slowly they begin to drive him back.

But then one staggers as a large rock bounces against its skull, fracturing an eye socket, and as its blade falters, Kit neatly decapitates it. The other Valusian tries to stab Kit while he is open, but another rock sails into its chest, forcing it to pause for just a moment. Long enough for Kit to swing his sword, two-handed, through its desiccated body.

Kit points his sword at each of the three corpses in turn. Gold fire leaps from the blade and consumes them. He doesn't pause to observe, instead leaping towards the obelisk and its gaping opening. He quickly scrawls a warding charm against the warm stone, etching golden light with his finger, and with a groan and a shudder, the opening begins to close.

Only then does Kit release his power and return to the normal flow of time. He turns to his sister.

The bodice of her dress is torn, revealing one plump, creamy, perfectly shaped breast topped by a dusky pink nipple. There is no mark upon her flesh, merely torn fabric. She looks down at her exposed body and blushes, eyes widening in alarm.

Kit sheathes his sword and approaches Eva. She stumbles backward, eyes wide, the stone in her hand forgotten. Kit removes his shirt with quick, economic movements. Eva's eyes widen even further as she takes in the breadth of her brother's chest and shoulders. And his own nudity.

She looks at him blankly as he hands the shirt to her. She staggers on a broken flagstone as she steps backward.

"Really?" Kit says finally. "Still?"

Eva blinks. She looks him in the eye, her own guarded behind her glasses. She drops the rock she holds and reaches out with a slightly shaky hand to take the shirt. Kit, frowning, turns his back as Eva slips on his shirt.

"Sorry," she says softly. Kit turns back, nodding as she sees her covered up.

"You okay? Nothing broken or bleeding?"

She shakes her head. "That was... intense."

Kit smiles, looks back at the obelisk. "I guess we now have the proof you were looking for. You were right."

"I would have preferred a piece of art or writing." But she smiles. "Still... vindication is nice."

Kit looks at her for a moment. "Can we get the hells out of here now?"

Eva nods. "Absolutely."

*

Moorea is a quiet little fishing town, like so many settlements on Kaido. But it boasts a dressmaker, which means both Eva and Kit are fully clothed as they enter the town's pub. Kit orders a huge meal and several bottles of wine, while Eva eats more daintily.

"So, thanks for saving my life," Eva says.

"You are welcome," Kit says, "but since you immediately returned the favor, I must also thank you."

Eva waves it away. "I should also apologize for being such a bitch the last few weeks."

"I don't think..." Kit starts to say.

"No, I have been. I let the current situation and my memories of the child you were color my impression of you. That wasn't fair to you."

"So we can be friends?"

"Friends," Eva says. She smiles at her brother, perhaps the first genuine smile he has seen from her since coming home. She extends a hand across the table and Kit, after hastily cleaning his hands on a napkin, takes it.

*

It is late afternoon by the time Eva and Kit return home from their adventure, sharing a companionable mood that was not present when they left.

Kit takes note of the carriage, fully loaded and with a team of coursers on stand-by. Has someone arrived or is someone leaving? Kit dismounts and leads both horses into the stables, where he gives them a good rub-down, feeds and waters them. Eva thanks Kit for a lovely day and heads into the mansion. Kit is more than happy to be able to put that off a little longer, but at last, his chores are done and he can avoid his responsibilities no more.

As he enters through the front doors, he is surprised and relieved to see Grace waiting for him. She wears a cropped yellow top that reveals a staggering amount of cleavage and a short, flouncy black skirt that barely reaches to mid-thigh. It is unlike her to reveal so much skin, but Kit can hardly complain, as just the sight of her causes the blood to thunder in his veins and his thick member to stiffen in his trousers. She smiles happily at him as he appears and holds her arms open to receive him.

Kit clasps his oldest sister to him without a word, reveling in her plush softness as it presses against the hard planes of his chest. He buries his nose in her tresses and drinks deep of her bewitching scent.

"I am stealing you away," Grace murmurs in his ear.

Kit slips backward slightly, still holding tight to her, but now looking her in the eye. "Truly?"

She nods. "The carriage is packed and loaded. We have everything we need, unless you desire something I did not think of."

"All I desire is in my arms," he says, ducking down to taste her lips.

"You are a charming rogue, I'll give you that," she says, kissing him back. "But seriously, is there anything you need?"

"Where are we going?"

She smiles. "To Raia Point. I thought we might camp overnight on the beach."

"Overnight?" A sudden, almost palpable sense of relief washes over Kit. Grace, held so close, her skin touching his, cannot help but notice. She tightens her arms around him in sympathy.

"And there are no complaints?"

"Perhaps a few," Grace muses, "but none that matter." She kisses him again, lightly but lovingly.

A delightful shiver runs down Kit's back. Grace feels so good in his arms, so perfect and natural. Much of his recent stress is already draining out of him, just with the simple act of holding her close. He wonders, momentarily, if she is using her talent on him, but decides he would welcome it if she did and pays the notion no more mind.

"Then I am ready," Kit declares. Grace giggles like a girl as Kit sweeps her up in his arms and carries her out the door, down the steps, to the waiting carriage.

A pair of stout, pretty young servants are already waiting for them by the carriage. They clamber aboard and one grabs the reigns as Kit helps Grace into the carriage. He drops into the cushioned seat beside her with an appreciable sigh. He prefers riding, but as Grace cuddles up beside him, Kit allows that sitting back and letting someone else drive has its perks.

Grace kisses Kit on the cheek. He turns to taste her lips once more and she coos a little as their tongues wrestle. Her touch, her scent, her plush curves bumping insistently against him, all combine to rouse the slumbering muscle between his legs. The gentle rocking of the carriage serves to rub them both against one another as well.

"I have missed you," Grace murmurs.

"I have only been gone a few hours," Kit says with a laugh.

Grace flicks the end of his nose with a finger. "But at some point in those hours you recovered your smile. You have not been you since your argument with mother."

Kit sighs. "I needed time away from everything."

"Except Eva?" Grace asks with a raised eyebrow. Is there a hint of jealousy in her tone, or is that just Kit's imagination? Whatever, he has no secrets from her.

"Indeed," he says with humor. "She is the only one who doesn't treat me like a piece of meat, to be mounted, drained, and discarded."

"Is that so?" Grace demands, pulling back slightly.

Perhaps he has gone too far, although he was only jesting. "Nothing passed between us save words. And a handshake."

"I see," Grace says, but her furrowed brow suggests otherwise.

"I needed to spend some time with someone that I am not having sex with," Kit says. "It is nice to feel wanted, but it is also nice once in a while to feel unwanted." He sighs again. "Does that make sense?"

Grace nods. "I guess so. I'm not putting undue pressure on you, am I?"

"You? No," Kit says quickly, sitting up a little. "The hours I spend with you each day are the most precious."

Grace smiles broadly, which always sends Kit's heart to thumping faster. "I am glad to hear that, for I feel the same." She laces her fingers through Kit's and squeezes gently.

"A thought occurs to me," Grace says brightly. "If nothing passed between you and Eva, then this hungry beast has not yet been sated today." Her slim fingers glide across the tightened crotch of Kit's trousers. His thickness throbs as her fingertips brush against it, her touch enflaming him even through the cloth. "Which means I shall be the recipient of your first offering of the day." She smiles impishly. Her hand moves to cup and press against her brother's covered cock.

She leans against him, pressing her mountainous breasts against him, and says breathily into his ear. "It is certain to be thick and plentiful. Do you wish to deposit it inside me or upon me?"

Kit groans in lustful appreciation. Grace lifts her hand up and begins to unbutton his shirt, sliding her hand under the cloth to trace circles across his broad, muscular chest.

"Inside you," Kit says as Grace flicks his nipple with her nail, eliciting a gasp from her brother.

Her tongue curls around his ear. She wraps her lips around his earlobe and suckles lightly while her fingers tease him. Kit's cock is an iron bar in his pants, tenting them obscenely.

Grace lays whispery kisses along Kit's jaw, cheek and neck. "My beautiful boy," she whispers. "Do you want to put your big cock in mommy's pussy? Drive up into mommy and pump me full of that delicious, gooey seed mommy loves so much? Do you know that if you do that, mommy's tummy is going to swell with your child?"

Kit groans again, twisting in his seat. He kisses Grace fiercely, possessively, on the lips. Her tongue meets his, wrestles with it, and she moans into his mouth. He palms one of her bountiful breasts, his large hand dwarfed by her tit, and as her hardened nipple digs into his palm through the thin fabric of her shirt, he realizes she is not wearing a bra.

In response, Grace cups the bulge between Kit's legs. Her fingers close over his hardness, squeezing gently. "Oh," she says, as if surprised. "This cock is much too big for mommy's delicate pussy. Perhaps my mouth? Or my big mommy tits?"

Kit growls a negative, squeezing her mammoth mammary. Grace's breath hitches a little. He loves this side of her. His respectable older sister, pretending to be his incestuous mother, speaking the most perverted things with an affected, girlish voice. Every word makes his cock throb with need.

"Okay, baby," Grace says, pretending to back down. "Mommy's pussy. But you're so big, the whole thing would tear me in half. Maybe just the tip?" All the while, her fingers danced across his still clothed cock, as if weighing and measuring him.

She pulls back a little, hooks her arms into the straps of her shirt and pulls it down. Suddenly her enormous, creamy tits are naked to Kit's burning gaze. Big, dark nipples puckered and crinkled with lust, begging to be kissed. He fills his hands with them, pressing them together to make a mile of cleavage, and falls upon her breasts with lips and tongue.

Grace's hands are busy elsewhere. While his face is full of her right breast and his mouth latches to her nipple, Kit senses her pulling her skirt upward, baring her thickly powerful thighs and delectable pussy. No panties either.

The bouncing of the carriage on the uneven road almost pulls Grace's tit from Kit's mouth, but he holds her tight between his lips. She gasps as her nipple is stretched, though, even as she fumbles with his sword belt. The blade clatters to the floor of the carriage and she pushes at his pants. Kit shifts in the seat, letting her pull his garments to his feet.

"Twelve Gods," she gasps, as if seeing his long, thick cock for the first time. He is fully engorged, the purple head almost glowing with need and already weeping copious amounts of precoital juice. The length of him shudders and throbs, desperate to bury itself deep within her.

She looks at him with too wide eyes and a wicked grin. "You're so awfully big, baby! Just the tip, now. You don't want to hurt mommy, do you?"

Grace turns and twists, swinging one leg over her brother's lap, her back to him, her large and beautiful ass flexing as she straddles his hardness. Kit reaches up in front of her to cup Grace's huge breasts, kneading her sensitive, silken flesh and tweaking her long hard nipples between his fingers.

She reaches between their legs to grip him, grasping his engorged cock just beneath the apple-sized head. She looks over her shoulder, long dark locks whipping about. "Just the tip, baby," she reminds him breathlessly.

Grace shifts her hips and lines Kit's cockhead up. He feels her pussy-lips kiss his hot flesh, her fluids mixing with his. Then she slowly lowers herself, her lips opening up wide to accept him. He feels the warm wet moisture of his oldest sister's cunt and he groans with abject pleasure. Her lips close around him, gripping him tight, as if keeping him from going any further.

Grace makes a sound, half-whine, half-sob, and braces her arms against the roof of the carriage. "Just the tip," she whispers, her lips tightening rhythmically around his throbbing cockhead.

Predictably, the carriage hits a bump in the road, and as the vehicle rocks gently, Grace bounces on the end of Kit's cock. Several inches drive up into her warm, wet depths. Her hot flesh parts like butter against his raging hardness. Kit grips her waist and admires the way Grace's lush, curvy ass flexes before him as his thick and hungry cock drives into her. Grace cries out and gives her hips a little extra wiggle.

Grace places her feet flat against the floor of the carriage and suspends herself between it and the roof. She lets the bobbing and bouncing of the carriage on the bumpy dirt road direct the movements of her body as she rides her brother. Kit sits back, just holding Grace's waist, enjoying the slickness and tightness of her pussy as she bounces above him. Her inner muscles grip and caress his throbbing length as each bounce drives him deeper and deeper.

It is not long before she releases her hold on the ceiling and settles down completely upon his lap, her maternal pussy desperate to be speared by his rampant rod. As she settles down, she reaches between them, her fingertips fluttering across his engorged ballsack. "So full of delicious juice, Kit," she moans, her voice returning to normal. She looks back over her shoulder again, eyes smoldering. "Fill me up, Kit. I can't wait to feel you erupt inside me."

Kit grunts, braces his own feet on the swaying floor of the carriage, and begins to fuck up into his sister. Her arms flail for support, eventually reaching for the carriage ceiling again, as her body rocks violently upon his. Her pussy squelches with their combined fluids, and her ass makes slapping sounds against his abdomen as he stirs her honeypot with his thick rod.

Kit's hands slide up from her waist and the jumble of her clothing to cup her bouncing, bountiful breasts. He revels in their weight and softness, how each tit overflows his grasping fingers, how each nipple digs into his palms. He wishes she were full of milk again so he could drink from her as he did while an infant, and feels a sick thrill knowing that she will soon be ready to feed their child. His cock swells inside her clasping pussy at the thought.

Grace pushes back against him with equal fervor. Her hands drop to cover her brother's hands as he mauls her heavy breasts. Her cries and moans rise higher as she rapidly approaches her own climax. Her pussy tightens perceptibly around Kit's invading member. He feels her body shake in his hands and against his body, her thighs shivering, her breasts bobbing, as she throws her head back and howls in ecstasy. Kit grins through a mouthful of Grace's dark, sweetly scented hair.

She sways in his lap a moment as she fights to recover her equilibrium. Kit's cock throbs deep inside her. She leans back into him and twists, presenting her full lipped mouth for his kisses. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes moist. "I love you, Kit," she says.

"I love you, Grace," he responds, flexing inside her. She yelps and twists back, raising her arms to the roof of the carriage once more and moving her hips.

"I need your seed, Kit," she purrs. "I need to feel you emptying inside me. I need you to come, baby."

She moves faster over him now, her hips a blur. Her pussy muscles clench and unclench around him, coaxing out his spend. His hands roam up and down her entire, luscious body. Her plush ass flexing in front of him is almost entrancing. He feels the pressure building at the base of his cock in only a few moments. His hands fly to her waist once more, as his balls draw up and his thick cock swells and expands in her depths.

She cries out wordlessly as he holds her tight and drives deep, as deep as he can go, and explodes. Kit's cock throbs again and again, each throb sending a long ribbon of semen-rich jism directly into his sister's thirsty womb. He pulls her closer as he erupts, desperate to drive deeper, wanting to fill her full of viscous white cream. His temples throb in concert with his cock and every muscle in his body tightens. Thick jets spurt from his prick again and again, a near constant stream of cum that fills Grace completely and overflows her shuddering pussy.

She is weeping and gasping above him, fighting for breath, her own simultaneous climax tearing through her as her youngest brother's huge cock pumps her full of his seed. She reaches a point when she can no longer hold herself up and she slumps forward, shivering and overcome physically and emotionally.

Kit is still coming. All conscious thought has fled. He feels outside himself as he watches Grace slump forward, slipping off his shuddering cock as it continues to pump potent seed from its throbbing, angry head. Thick ribbons decorate Grace's lush ass and sweetly curving back until at last the flood Kit has been saving all day subsides. A few final weak pulses send pearlescent drops to splatter on Grace's heated flesh.

Kit slumps back in the carriage seat, utterly drained, utterly relaxed, and utterly in love. It takes a moment for his head to clear, and when it does he hurriedly bends down and lifts a barely sensate Grace back into his arms and onto his lap. Their mingled fluids spread across his thighs and the carriage cushions, but he cares little. He holds Grace close and inundates her cheeks and lips with delicate kisses until her long lashes part and her dark eyes focus upon him.

She reaches between her legs to cup her pussy as his seed seeps out of her enflamed pussy. She smiles shyly and her lashes drop a moment before she looks into his eyes again. "I do love you, Kit," she says. "So much that it scares me sometimes."

Kit can only kiss her gently. Whatever fears he has for the future, they abate when she is in his arms. Their love does not frighten him. It provides sorely needed strength.

Grace's large breasts press insistently against Kit's still clothed chest as they embrace tightly. Grace pulls away and smiles impishly. She holds her hand, coated with dripping sperm and other fluids. "You have been saving up, haven't you? And all across my ass and back, too."

Kit reddens. "I couldn't help it, Grace. This is just the sort of thing you do to me."

"Mmmm, then I suppose I shall forgive you just this once," she says playfully before snuggling into him again.

They are just beginning to doze when the carriage comes to a sudden halt. Grace reaches across Kit, pushing her tits up into his face, to part a curtain and look out the window. "We arrived already?" she says. Grace slithers off of Kit's lap and adjusts her clothing to some modicum of modesty. She looks at the mess of Kit's lap, his sodden pubic hair and half-hard cock glistening with coital fluids, and smiles impishly again.

The door bangs open as Grace leaps from the carriage, alighting on the sandy beach. She takes a few dancing steps in her bare feet, digging into the sand with her toes, before completely peeling off her scraps of clothing and tossing them to the ground. She raises her arms in benediction toward the sun overhead, lower now than it was, and laughs heartily, just out of sheer joy. She seems unconcerned with the trails of semen sliding down her inner thighs, or perhaps that is part of her joyful mood.

Kit scrambles to his feet inside the carriage and begins to shed clothing as well. He alights from the carriage, scabbarded sword in hand, as Grace begins to walk down the sloping beach toward the waves lapping at the shore. She puts some extra swing into her hips and Kit admires the way her plush, gorgeous ass flexes with each step.

He looks up as the two servants begin to unload the luggage from the top of the carriage. They seem nonplussed by his nudity, although the shorter one does give Kit a second look, and he decides not to be embarrassed himself. The whole mansion, if not the whole island at this point, knows he is fucking his relatives. For them it may just be the eccentricity of the aristocratic class, but if the tale reaches beyond Kaido's shores, there could be more substantial repercussions. If the children Kit begets on his mother and sisters prove to be Blessed, his mother's plan may end up saving the Empire. Even one or two such progeny would be a boon, enough to make up for the violation of taboos.

But that is for the future. Right now, Kit is with the woman he adores above all others. They are naked under the sun and by the sea, and they have no responsibilities beyond enjoying one another's company and bodies.

He strides purposely towards the water, following the trail of Grace's footsteps in the sand. He plants the scabbard of his sword in the ground, just a few feet from the shore, unwilling to abandon it entirely after recent events.

Grace stands at the water's edge, letting the cool, brilliantly blue water lap at her ankles. She looks at him and smiles as he stands next to her. She reaches out a hand and he takes it.

All Kit's fears for the future and the present fade away as he stands in the sun beside Grace with the waves lapping at his feet. He feels warm and content and loved. He wishes this moment could last forever. Grace squeezes his fingers affectionately and turns to him, smiling. Through the wordless communication they share, he knows that she at least is restless and wants to dive into the water and feel the waves wash over her and taste the saltwater and enjoy herself with childlike abandon.

A thought occurs to Kit and a smile tugs at his own lips. He holds up a hand and traces an image in the air. Golden light flickers between them for a moment, before the light flashes in two directions, landing on each of their throats separately. Kit feels a brief tingling on his neck as the light burrows beneath his skin.

Grace's hand flies to her throat. "What was that?" she asks with a gasp.

"For the next few hours," Kit says, "we shall be able to breathe underwater."

Grace's eyes widen. "Really?" At Kit's nod, she laughs like a little girl and immediately splashes out into the blue, crystal water. When the waves lap at her powerful thighs, she dives bodily under the surface. When she comes up, she is fifty yards away, bobbing on sun-dappled waves. She beckons to him and Kit follows eagerly.

His body knifes through the water, surging towards her and diving down under the waves to find his sister cavorting like a mermaid. Spinning and twirling and weaving through the water, laughing like a sprite and sending bubbles flying everywhere.

They find a seaweed forest and startle a school of brightly colored fish. They swim beside vast schools of tiny silver fish and follow them to a coral reef that burgeons with life and color and activity. There are predators here, but nothing large enough to imperil the two of them. Long, sharp toothed barracuda eye them warily before flickering away in search of easier prey. Still, Grace instinctively clutches at Kit's arm, conveying her panic through her touch.

A miniature city patrolled by green-skinned and finned humanoids the size of Kit's middle finger watches them glide by, tiny spears at the ready. But the fey appear to relax when Kit and Grace simply glide past them without causing trouble. Kit keeps a protective charm at the ready to drive them off if the fey do become frisky, however. He hopes that a visit from the surface is rare enough that he creatures will not molest them.

Kit's assumption is borne out, as he and Grace see no sign of the creatures afterward. They find fish of all sizes and colors, and huge crabs and shimmering anemone and slow-moving urchins and a kaleidoscope of other life forms as they explore and gambol and play.

Grace pulls Kit close and embraces him, pressing her plush breasts against his chest. They kiss lustily underwater, bubbles rippling across their cheeks as their lips move and tongues dance. All Grace needs to do is trace her fingertips across his bicep and he is instantly hard. Huge cock throbbing between his legs, rising up to nudge against Grace's sex. She spreads her thighs as Kit grips her full ass in both hands to hold her in place. His cockhead nudges against her lips, slipping inside without resistance.

Grace moans into Kit's open mouth, sending more bubbles spiraling upward, as he gently saws his throbbing member into her clasping pussy. Her strong thighs come around his waist to hold tight as they bob in the water, propelled in the nearly weightless environment by the thrusting of their hips.

Grace's hair floats in a dark halo around her head, tendrils brushing against Kit's cheeks as they kiss and fuck. His fingers tighten gradually on her ass as he cock relentlessly plunders her hot, wet pussy. Kit pulls away slightly so he can look his sister in the eye. She smiles and snakes her arms around his shoulders.

The clear water is cool around them and bubbles swirl across their bodies as they move together. A disinterested fish with silver scales and black stripes swims between their faces, eliciting a look of shock from Grace that quickly dissolves into soundless laughter. She grows serious again as Kit's thrusting increases in speed.

Grace's thighs tighten around Kit's waist and her heels dig into his muscular ass. She arches her back, thrusting her big tits against his chest. Her movement causes them to slowly tumble in a somersault through the water. Kit feels blood rush into his head and his ears pop, but his thrusting does not flag. He senses Grace's rising climax through their bond and doubles his assault.

She shudders, holding him tightly against her, as her orgasm explodes through her body. A wordless scream sends more bubbles swirling upward, through their intertwined bodies towards the surface. They tickle as they skitter across Kit's skin.

The rhythmic squeezing of Grace's pussy muscles soon has Kit thrusting madly and rapidly in her honeypot. His swollen testes contract like fists and his thick cock expands in her depths and the first viscous surge of jism races up his cocktube and spirals directly into Grace's womb. She shudders in his arms once again as his eruption triggers another one for her. Rope after rope fills her completely, Kit's cock still driving into her over and over as jets of cum spurt forth.

They float for a time in a tangle of limbs, hands moving languorously over one another's bodies, lips frequently touching. Grace's dark eyes are hooded by her lids and dark lashes, while her breasts rise and fall as she struggles for breaths she does not have to take.

Grace's eyes slowly open and smile at Kit. He sees his own love reflected in them. He is once again struck by his sister's beauty. And by how much he loves her and needs her. He holds her close in a tight embrace which she returns with enthusiasm.

With a soundless laugh, Grace pulls from him and kicks herself away, swimming with dolphin-like grace.

As the rays from the sun retreat, however, and the sea darkens around them, Kit puts an end to their playtime. The water-breathing charm will be expiring soon. He pulls Grace close for another slippery, underwater embrace and conveys his urgency to her. She nods and follows him back to the surface and the beach.

They clamber to the sand arm in arm, Grace leaning into her youngest brother, babbling about all the wonders she has seen. Kit responds with equal enthusiasm, having never done this before either, to Grace's surprise. "Am I to believe you just had that spell ready?"

Kit shrugs. "There are some universal effects that every Blessed warrior is trained to know by heart. Not-drowning is surprisingly useful in a wide variety of theaters."

Grace shakes her head. "The things you don't ever think about," she says quietly.

Kit sees that the servants have erected a pair of tents, one larger for the Daramours, and set up a firepit. One of them is roasting dinner while the other servant is tending to the horses, up the slope far from the beach where the animals can crop grass contentedly

Dried and dressed in robes, Kit and Grace recline on cushions and feed one another morsels. Kit sips from a glass of wine, while Grace demurs, preferring chilled fruit juice. They cuddle together to watch the sun set. The moon rises and the stars come out, and though the temperature drops a little, the fire is warm and the sound of the surf lulls Kit into drowsy complacence.

Soon it is time to retire. Kit and Grace slip arm in arm into the tent. It is tall enough inside for Kit to stand comfortably and the floor is carpeted with silks and cushions. The servants have their own, less spacious tent for the night.

Kit and Grace cuddle on the floor of the tent after arranging the pillows and blankets to their liking. Grace quickly slips out of her robe, prompting Kit to do the same, and they hold one another skin to skin. Kit's fingertips run lightly up and down Grace's back as she nuzzles into his neck.

"Mother was in a good mood today," she says.

It is not what he expected her to say. He looks down at her as she looks up.

"It's just, I think she was glad to see you leave the house with Eva. I know you said that nothing happened, but it would probably be to everyone's advantage if you kept that from Mother."

Kit mulls that for a moment. "I'm not sure I can lie to her."

"I'm not saying you should lie, just don't volunteer the truth. Unless she asks."

"I guess," Kit says. "She'll be on me to go after Belle next."

Grace stiffens a little, almost imperceptibly. Kit knows that she and Belle do not get along well. But he also knows that he needs her advice. He feels Grace forcing herself to relax in his arms.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he says.

Grace waves his words away. "It's nothing. Some part of me will always bristle when she is mentioned. Which says more about me than her, probably."

"Are you sure?" She nods. He clears his throat. "I don't know what to do about her. Eva, I understand. She isn't interested. That makes things simple. But Belle, I don't know. I do know she drinks way too much, as if trying to either avoid the issue or screw up her courage to do something. But maybe she's avoiding me, too."

Grace sighs. "I think, and I assure you I haven't talked to her or anything, but I think Belle wants to do this. It would fit her personality. Not that she finds the idea of laying with her brother attractive at all, but she definitely wants to be in Mother's favor, and being here this summer to participate in the plan will do that for her.

"She is also lucky enough to genuinely care for and probably love her husband. Jumping into bed with anyone besides him isn't in her nature, let alone when that person is her little brother. So she drinks, because there's nothing else for her to do around here. She'd much rather be in an office going over shipping manifests, I wager."

Grace plays with the hair on Kit's chest, pulling at his curls with her fingers. "So. I don't think you have anything to do with Belle besides just approaching her. I wouldn't expect that she would be as much fun as some of your other summer partners, but you would at least appease Mother and get it over with."

Kit takes Grace's hand in his, the one tracing circles on his chest. She looks up and he kisses her. "Thank you," he says sincerely. He knows that wasn't easy for her, but she said it all anyway. She blushes.

"I've thought about just walking up to her," Kit says, "but she always seems to be just pass acceptably drunk, and I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage."

Grace gives him a light kiss on the lips. "Such a gentleman." He scrunches up his face, not sure if she is mocking him. "Just tell her that," she continues. "Be honest with her. You both want the same thing. Approach it like a business deal. It will feel more natural for her."

Now the claws are coming out. Time to change the subject, Kit decides. He slides a hand down Grace's smooth flank and cups one full, squeezable buttock. "Ooh!" she says. The hand on his chest glides downward, across his abdomen, through the nest of curls between his legs, and grips the stiffening stalk that is rapidly rising upward.

Grace's fingers wrap around her brother's thickness and she slowly begins to stroke him. He reaches full tumescence quickly, his big cock swelling in her small hand. She smiles and teases the head of his cock with her fingertips. Drops of precum appear at the tip. She presses her thumb down, coating it in the slippery fluid, and spreads it across his cockhead.

"I will never be less than impressed with this beautiful slab of meat," Grace cooes into Kit's ear as she slowly jacks him. "Sometimes, I can hardly believe this whole thing fits inside me."

Kit runs a hand up and down her back, admiring his sister's curves with his fingertips. His other hand cups a hanging breast and begins to tease her already hard nipples. They kiss, just tasting one another, as their hands busy themselves with their tasks.

Grace rubs her palm across Kit's dickhead, smearing copious amounts of precum across her hand. Then she uses it to coat his length with natural lubricant, making her digits schlick schlick along him as she manipulates his thick stalk.

She shifts on her knees, raising up and over him, offering her swaying breasts to his lips. He cups them with both hands and presses his face between them, feeling his head wrapped up by Grace's lovely, heavy tits. Her scent envelops him, her natural aroma faintly enhanced by the sea. Kit breathes deeply of her. He nuzzles against her soft flesh and lays a wet kiss against her sternum.

He kisses the slope of her right breast and then the left. He drags his tongue across the curve of her tit, seeking a nipple. When he finds her large areola he makes circles around it with the tip of his tongue, winding around her erect nipple teasingly until finally capturing it between his lips and giving a light suckle. Grace's fingers wrap tighter around his cock and he hears her breath hitch.

Kit sucks on her nipple, gently at first, then gradually increasing the pressure. He traps her nub between his teeth and nips with a light touch. Grace slithers across his waist, straddling him, pushing her breasts into his face and whimpering with lust. He feels the heat of her vulva against a thigh, and feels her moisture dripping on to his skin.

Kit lavishes attention upon Grace's left breast. Kissing and licking and sucking and nipping. Grace grips his cock in both hands and slides them up and down its length, squeezing and twisting lightly, urging out more and more precum until her hands and his crotch are sticky with the stuff. When he switches to her right breast and repeats his actions, he feels her hips begin to shift, feels her push herself against his thigh, rubbing her lips against his skin.

He releases her breasts and runs his hands down her sleek flanks. He cups her full, bubbly ass and squeezes. Her pussy presses hot and wet against his thigh and her soft hands tighten around his rampant length. Kit wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her up, eliciting a throaty giggle from her, and she spreads her legs, aiming his cock towards her gooey center.

Kit's broad cockhead presses against her engorged lips and she swallows him whole. His dick slides into her without resistance, driving deep as she settles her hips down upon him. She groans with lust, reaching out with her now free hands to grip his shoulders. Her nails dig into his skin. Huge, perfect breasts sway before his eyes.

Grace sits motionless atop him for long moments. Kit lies back but flexes his length within her depths, eliciting soft little grunts of pleasure from his oldest sister. Then she looks down at him, her long hair brushing his cheeks and smiles. "Fuck me, Kit," she says simply.

With a growl, Kit rolls them over so that he now lies atop her and without preamble begins to savagely slam his raging cock into Grace's clasping pussy. She cries out with each thrust, wrapping her limbs around him as tightly as she can. Sweat drips from Kit's forehead as he relentlessly fucks his sister. He smiles down at her, but her eyes roll back in her head and her full lips twist in a lustful grimace as her crisis overtakes her.

Kit braces his hands on either side of Grace's beautiful head and moves his hips. His thick cock slides effortlessly through her sodden depths, driving deeper with every thrust. Grace's sugar walls, hot and wet, tighten around him, and a long, low sound starts in her throat. She looks up at him, eyes trying to focus. She grabs Kit's cheeks and pulls him down to kiss him deeply. Her mouth sucks at his while her pussy sucks his cock.

Kit feels the pressure building at the base of his dick. His balls are drawing up. He wants to keep hammering, to keep driving into her, to prolong the intense pleasure he is feeling and the love he feels for Grace, love that she reflects back at him. "Grace," he says, his voice straining as he tries to hold back just a little longer.

"Fill me, my love," Grace says with a radiant smile.

Kit groans and let's go. Deep within Grace, Kit's large cock swells and expands. It throbs and the dam bursts, sending a thick viscous ribbon of seed-rich jism swirling into Grace's womb. Hips still churning, Kit pulls back and drives forward as each pulse fires into his sister. He leans down, hunching over her, and finds her ruby lips as he continues to erupt again and again, his torrential flood of life-giving fluid filling Grace fit to bursting.

Kit slumps, momentarily sated. But only momentarily. The beach soon echoes with Grace's cries of passion once more, and she grows hoarse before the night of loving is finished.