Homelands Pt 1 Ch 01

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I leaned against the rail of the hotel balcony, rubbing my forehead as I stared down at Mom and Aunt Liz. As had been happening to me all day, for a moment, I was sure that I’d seen something that couldn’t be there. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything was back to normal. Which was itself, of course, anything but normal. At the moment, I looked down at two ordinary middle class white women in their late forties. Each of them carried a little extra weight. In my mother’s case, to be fair, it was more than a little extra. She’d have to be half her weight before most men would consider her attractive. Aunt Liz, on the other hand, might have been losing the battle to keep her figure, but she was putting up a hell of a fight. They each had once had raven-black hair, but now their locks were streaked through with silver, and even where it was still dark, it had lost its glossy sheen. All in all, the two of them presented a decidedly unappealing sight. If not for whatever was happening to me, I wouldn’t even have thought to use that word. To say that they were physically unappealing was like saying that water was wet. But the thing was, entirely different visages flickered in and out of view, messing with my hold on reality. And much else besides. When their appearances changed, they became hyper-sexualized fantasy versions of themselves. My mother still had oversized breasts, if not quite like before, and the swell of her hips and thighs was still anything but modest. But most of her bulk had vanished, particularly from places where it would not have been desirable. Her extreme hourglass figure was almost cartoonish. I’d once read that men were most attracted to women with a waist-to-hip ratio of about 0.7. If this version of my mother had one much above 0.5, it would shock me. There were women with thinner waists, to be sure, but not any with curves like that. Aunt Liz’s best features were similarly exaggerated. While her breasts were considerably smaller than my mother’s, that was not saying much. They were nonetheless quite generous. And her legs were thickly muscled, well toned, and impossibly long. If the fantasy version of mother was the very picture of voluptuous beauty, Liz had become a cross between that and the idealization of the athletic female form. The women that had taken the place of my mother and my aunt had the kind of hair that you saw in shampoo commercials. Long, shiny, full of volume. All those cliches. Mom’s had acquired nice red highlights, while Liz’s was more uniformly black. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like they suddenly had makeup on too. Which neither of them ever wore save on the rarest of occasions. Like celebrating anniversaries, or graduations, or when attending fund-raising events. Certainly not to lie by the pool. Granted, we’d all been partying pretty hard. Maybe my cousin, Brianna, had brought some special party favors. She often did. Would that explain hallucinations the next day? I didn’t even know. I tended to stick to alcohol and, sometimes, weed. I’d experimented a little with harder drugs, but if I’d ever taken anything that made me see sex goddesses when I looked at my mother and her sister, I certainly couldn’t remember it. Speaking of what I could remember, there was a big gap between the end of the semester at school and these last few days here at the resort. As it was now mid-May, there a good week or so for which I couldn’t even begin to account. And when was the last time the whole extended family went on vacation together? Speak of the devil, Brianna stepped up beside me on the balcony. “Oh, hey, Brie. I didn’t even hear the door slide open,” I said. She smiled. “I’m like a ninja.” Then, with a playful punch against my arm, she added, “Totally should have dropped your pants and snapped istanbul travesti a pic with my camera phone. Maybe thrown it up on Facebook. Then make you pay me to take it down.” “Ha,” I said. The wind picked up, and I caught a hint of her perfume. Enticing, but not overpowering. Had I really just said my cousin smelled enticing? What was wrong with me? “Where’s Dom?” I asked. I hadn’t seen my older brother more than a few feet away from Brianna since we’d got here. She twirled a finger around a red-brown ringlet. Her hair, like that of the living fantasies that had replaced my mother and my aunt, was absolutely perfect. Brianna had kind of red hair no one would ever associate with ginger or carrots. In the right light, you might even think her a brunette. It cascaded about her shoulders in gentle curls. “Dunno,” she said, in answer to a question I’d almost forgot asking. Right. Dom. I doubted that she really had no idea where he was. But apparently she didn’t care to tell me, and I didn’t care enough to press her on it. Brie leaned back against the stucco wall and glanced down at the pool. “Nice view.” Her tone had sounded a bit just too knowing. I refused to take the bait. “What did we do last night? I think I’m seeing things lately.” “I don’t know. Pretty tame, really. Drank some beer, smoked a few joints. Nothing hallucinogenic, if that’s what you’re getting at.” I rubbed my forehead again. “What about you? Are you feeling okay?” A slow smile formed on her ruby red lips. They were nice and full, and there was a pronounced swell in the middle of the upper one. Moaning softly, my cousin arched her back and trailed a hand down her exceptionally narrow waist, over the swell of her hip, and let it come to rest atop a lean thigh. Eventually, she replied, “Never better.” Someone seemed to have forgotten to tell her that she didn’t have much of a figure. As perfect as the other version of my mother would be in the eyes of men who preferred their women voluptuous, Brianna had to be a dream come for those who preferred their women petite. I was most decidedly one of the former, but just at the moment, I was having enough doubts that I could almost see myself converting. I forced a cough. What the fuck was wrong with me? “Should take it easier tonight.” “You say that now,” she said. I chuckled. “You know me too well.” “Besides, we’re here to have fun, aren’t we?” she asked. “Well, I’m not sure a family vacation can really be described as fun. You know, after, say, puberty. But yeah, it’s nice. Quiet. The hotel is pretty damn luxurious, that’s for sure.” “Oh, you don’t enjoy being with your family? Am I not as fun as those college girls?” “Well, there’s something of an apples to oranges problem there,” I said. “Wouldn’t exactly expect you to compete with them in the ways that matter most. And if you can, kudos to you, but I’m pretty sure I don’t ever want to know that,” I lied. Then I added, “But what I really had in mind was the whole parental supervision thing.” She waved away the comment. “Do you see anyone playing chaperon?” I grunted by way of response. “Besides, no one told us we had to volunteer to stay in the suite with all the old people in it,” she continued. “Besides, at least the cool cousin is staying with you.” I snorted. But perhaps that only revealed what a nerd I was, as if there had ever been any doubt, because I knew Dom agreed with her. Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember how we’d decided that Dom would stay in the suite with Jack and Mark and I would stay in the same one as Brianna. Maybe because Dom didn’t want to be in the same suite as our parents? “Come on, I bet Jack and Mark are trying to convince your brothers to play video games or something as we speak, when they should be down at the istanbul travestileri pool, trying to meet chicks. Your father’s side is hopeless, and you know it.” I shook my head. “Girls just don’t get video games.” She frowned and batted her ridiculously long and full eyelashes. The brown eye-shadow with red highlights was a nice touch. It went with her green eyes and red-brown hair perfectly. Shit. I shouldn’t be noticing these things. “You do think I’m no fun. I knew it.” “Right. I’m sure that’s a complaint you get all the time, too.” She looked away, but I caught a hint of a grin. “Well, apples and oranges, right?” “How about you prove how fun you are.” I cleared my throat. “Go get us a few beers.” She laughed. “So much for taking it easy tonight.” She glanced down at the pool again. “Or are you just trying to get rid of me so you can enjoy the view in private?” My pulse quickened. She wasn’t really accusing me of…was she? Not that she’d be wrong to do so. But had I been so obvious about it? “Course not,” I said without so much as glancing down at our mothers. Brianna leaned in closer, dropped her voice. “Good. I keep telling Dom you’re not as lame as he says you are.” She stretched a manicured finger towards me. It was of course, red. The finger stopped just short of my bare chest. “Some day soon you’re going to prove me right, aren’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, my unfairly attractive cousin left. Her hips somehow managed to do a fair share of swaying, narrow though they were. And I couldn’t help but notice how surprisingly round her relatively small ass looked in her tight shorts. It wasn’t as big as I might like, but it was well-shaped, and those little cheeks were cleanly separated from her thighs. I hated how with most really skinny chicks, you couldn’t quite tell where her legs ended and her ass began. I cursed at myself as she disappeared into the suite. She was my cousin, for fuck’s sake! The thoughts I’d been having when she showed up were bad enough. But there, we were only talking about fleeting glimpses of what I knew wasn’t really my mother or my aunt. In a sense, I wasn’t ogling them, so much as fantasies made flesh that were only relatively loosely based upon them to begin with. Yet, here I was, getting worked up over my cousin, and I wasn’t even sure how different the alternate version of her was. If I’d even just been staring at a fantasy version. There was no conceivable way that I could tell myself that I hadn’t been checking out my cousin because I’d been checking out some other woman, some woman that didn’t really exist. Had I always been aware that her skin was so fair, her hair so thick and shiny? That she had what was probably the most beautiful face I’d ever seen, with its perfect inverted teardrop shape, exquisite cheekbones, and oversized green eyes? Had I ever noticed the way she moved, like she knew that every guy who laid eyes on her would instantly ache with desire? Not just knew it, but took it for granted? Yeah, I had. Maybe I had tried to ignore it, but looking back, I had to admit that I’d always been aware that Brianna was freaking hot. However much I might wish that she had a shapelier figure, it was hard for me to even imagine what it would take for my cousin to look better from the neck up. And I couldn’t pretend that the rest of her was entirely failing to impress either. In fact, I was having trouble getting over how good her ass looked. I’d never have guessed she was carrying a treasure like that around with her. Maybe that was enhanced by whatever had affected her mother and mine, even if the rest of her appearance was as it had always been. The realization of how intensely I was lusting after my cousin filled me with guilt. But it excited me all the travesti same. The way my first toke of a joint and first sip of beer had. However much I might have come to enjoy those things later, when I’d first tried them, I’d thought them pretty disgusting, truth be told. But they were forbidden, and that alone made them irresistible. And what could be more forbidden than sex with a member of your own family? Time slipped by, and she didn’t return. I slid open the glass door, peaked my head into the living room of the four bedroom suite she and I shared with her parents and mine. “Brie? We out of beer?” No reply came. I shrugged. She’d probably found Dom after all. Which was just as well. I felt the sudden need to be alone for at least a few minutes. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and left the suite. Our floor had its own lobby, complete with a bar, pool tables, electronic dart boards, and foosball. Right next door to it, there was a small fitness center. There was also a reasonably well-equipped office. I was about to start a solo game of darts when I noticed Todd walk in. “Hey. Care for a game?” I asked, twirling a plastic dart in my hand. “Sure. Just let me get a drink. Thirsty as all hell,” he said. My younger brother also now seemed to have another version, I realized. As did I. How had I not noticed that before? He was a good looking guy to begin with, standing several inches taller than his two older brothers and having a frame that would have suited him well had he ever wanted to play football. Not that he ever had. He didn’t seem to have a problem making the time to work out, but other than that, you couldn’t get him away from his video games. The other version of him was, well, more of the same. I’d never even been curious in that sense, but you didn’t need to be to know he looked damned good. The same went for me. I was a few inches shy of average height. Still taller than most women, but not by as much as either I or they would like. I was what you’d politely call stocky. Plenty of upper body strength, but not particularly toned. Only now, somehow, I was. I still didn’t have a particularly narrow waist or my brother’s pronounced V-shaped torso, but every part of me was rock solid. I tapped myself where my slight beer gut should be and found chiseled abs with deep grooves between the mounds of muscle. Todd headed back over with a water that was already half empty in one hand and a vodka-tonic in the other. “What’ve you been up to all day?” I handed him a fistful of darts. I’d thrown a bad round. Not that it mattered. I never beat Todd. Never. “All day? I woke up maybe two hours ago.” He shrugged. “Same here, but I figured Captain Responsible would’ve been up a long ass time ago. Some night last night, though.” “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” I said. “Brie really brought her A-game. Damn.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know any girls that can drink like that?” he asked. “Good thing you didn’t accept her challenge to a drinking contest. I’m at least half certain that she’d have won, despite being, what, seventy pounds lighter than you?” I guess he was seeing the new me, though it apparently didn’t phase him. Otherwise, unless he really sucked at math, he’d have guessed more like a hundred. “You went to the wrong school, man,” I said. Which was almost certainly wrong, since he went to a party school and I’d gone to a top research university. But it sounded good. Or better than admitting that I hadn’t been sure whether he’d talking about sex or not. The damn punk threw two bulls-eyes in a row. “If you say so, dude. At any rate, ain’t this the best vacation ever?” “Yeah, man,” I said. After a brief moment of hesitation, heart aflutter, I added, “Seems like it’s bringing out the best in everyone.” “For real,” he said without hesitation. Or elaboration. “What’s Dom up to?” I asked. “Hooked up with Brianna. Probably getting high without us. But whatever. I’m going to take it a little slower today.” I never could figure out what that phrase meant. These days, it seemed to have an almost exclusively sexual connotation. Almost. But once…

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