House of Laenas — Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Strike
Chapter 13
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 13 - After discovering a dark family curse, the three Laenas siblings' lives are forever changed as they try to start a new life for themselves, but they must learn to control their family curse or be completely consumed by it, leading them down a road of incest, lust, and desire.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Rough Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Bromhazy Fields, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Solomon Laenas
The family was in good spirits as we rode through the Bromhazy Fields, leaving behind the village of Dewrest and all its hospitable men and women. Richard and Bridget had both been in good spirits, as they made inside jokes with each other and playfully teased one another. Even though she was our cousin, she was becoming like a second sister to us. Mabel, without hesitation, already assumed that Richard had already fucked her.
That was our inside joke, but we both knew that what Mabel said was true. However, we also had our own little things going on ourselves. Something that parallels Richard and Bridget’s playful nature. I felt so ... free now. As if a mountain has just been lifted off my chest, and now I can really breathe once more. From Mabel’s playful smiles when she glances back at me on occasion, I knew she felt the same way. We should feel ashamed about what we did in the wheat fields of Dewrest. The forbidden act between brother and sister. But, as we embraced each other, we felt that shame that burdened us, crippled us with despair, was killing us more than the forbidden act itself.
So, we decided to throw caution to the wind.
Forgo all the shame and guilt that held us in despair and pain, and embrace the wicked act that has been beckoning at us since we left Freymount all those days ago. We were still in control of ourselves, of course. We didn’t fully submit to that darkness within us. We just felt it was time to stop being ashamed of the feelings inside, the attraction to one another.
And besides. In this town of Olnfield, we will have a whole new life, new identities, no one will know that we are actually brother and sister.
“How far we have now till Olnfield, dear sis?” Richard playfully said, as Bridget tickled him from behind. Like Mabel said, they were more friendly than cousins should be.
“Three hours at best,” Mabel said. “Then it will be smooth sailing from here.”
“Finally,” Richard said. “It would be wonderful to finally rest in a house that is completely ours alone. I could finally get a decent bath.”
“I agree with you on that, brother,” I agreed. Though we took quick splashes in buckets of water from here and there, it didn’t really meet the full bath sensation of being fully immersed in water. Warm water at that.
“Do we have any more information on this house that your father left?” Bridget asked.
“Not much,” Mabel said, “most of what I can get from the letters and documents was that it once belonged to a good friend of father when he was in the King’s Army. The man didn’t have any heirs, so he left it to our father.”
“The Lady must have really found favor upon Uncle Henry,” Bridget said.
I smiled.
It was the first time she ever mentioned our father as her uncle. A good sign that she has fully embraced us as her family. Even though we weren’t your normal run-of-the-mill family at best.
Richard and Bridget rode up closer to us. He looked at Mabel with a puzzled look. “Tell me, sister,” he started. “What has your cheeks so rosy today?”
“Well,” she smiled at Richard. “It’s just that we are finally about to reach our destination, after it seemed so far away, and the things we have overcome in our journey, I’m just reveling in the fact that our hardships were not in vain.”
“Well said, cousin,” Bridget smiled.
“It’s just that,” Richard grinned. “Most people don’t have rosy cheeks when they think of a journey coming to an end. Only when they had some... interesting fun along the way.”
My cheeks also burned, and my dick grew hard. I couldn’t deny that the thought of my sister and me making love again turned me on. It also made me hot when Richard tried to get Mabel to spill about the interesting fun we had in Dewrest.
“If you call starting a new life in a new place interesting and fun,” Mabel said. “Then yes, I did have some interesting fun.”
“Well,” Richard said. “It isn’t really my business to pry into your personal life. But just know, I will be very proud if you finally loosen up. You have always been so prudish. The pleasure of another is something to be enjoyed. Not be ashamed about.”
“Thank you, Richard,” Mabel said. “I think.”
Well, at least we didn’t have Richard to worry about. He’s more open-minded than any person I have ever known. I wouldn’t think he would be upset if he discovered his younger siblings fucked each other in a wheat field. Heck, I think he would find it very sexy.
“On to another subject,” I said, trying to stir the conversation on to another subject. “What do you think our new identities should be once we’re in Olnfield? We keep using our birth names as that it will draw unwanted attention.”
“Good idea, Solomon,” Mabel said. “We should change our names, especially our family name.”
“I always liked the name Marak,” Richard said. “I changed my name to Marak.”
“While I don’t need to change my name,” Bridget said. “It would be fun to be someone else instead of being reminded of Crowkeep. I like the name Sesa.”
“Then Sesa is who you will be,” Richard declared. “Mabel?”
She thought for a while before she spoke. “Rila.”
“Okay then, Rila, my youngest sister,” Richard said. “And Solomon?”
“Jaron. Jaron Faerson.”
“Nice family name,” Richard said. “So, it has been decided. We are no longer the Laenas Family. We are now the Faerson Family. To the Faerson Family.”
“The Faerson Family,” we said in unison.
It seemed everything was coming up Faerson.
Mabel (Rila Faerson)
I reined in Willow at the top of the rise, joy beating in my breasts at the sight of the town of Olnfield laid before us. It was much bigger and more expensive than our former hometown of Freymount. If you didn’t know Olnfield was a town, you might confuse it with a small city. Buildings of all sizes peeked and stood beyond the town’s walls. Like most towns in the Kingdom of Wuthia, there were many farm fields surrounding the town. Ahead, the sun rose, shining golden light down on the town.
Finally, after what seems like so many days, we have arrived at Olnfield. It felt like a dream. Having only imagined or fantasized about what Olnfield would be, the real appearance does it more justice than my imagination could ever. The rest of my family stopped their mount beside me; I could see in both of their faces that they thought the same thing I did.
This place was perfect to be our new home.
“It’s bigger than I thought,” Solomon said.
“It has everything that Crowkeep didn’t,” Bridget said.
“It’s perfect,” I said.
“So,” Richard said, “where is this house that father inherited from his dead friend?”
I pulled out the roughly sketched map of Olnfield and the house. “It looks like it’s a little east of the town. A couple of rides and we’re there.”
“Great,” Richard said. “Let’s go see our new home then.”
We set off east of Olnfield, riding through a dirt road that showed us more of Olnfield and the place that will make up. The more we rode, the more it gave off a familiar scenery of rural hills, farmlands, and pastures. Behind us, the Gold Mountain thrust up like stone spires that pierce the fluffy, white clouds drifting across the sun. The summer breeze jostled in my curly hair and brushed against my cheeks. I felt so at peace here.
After we crossed over a stone bridge over a stream that flowed through the eastern hillside of Olnfield, a structure suddenly came into view. It was a three-story, sturdy, stone-built structure with high walls, narrow windows, and offered a clear view of the surrounding lands. Its roof was made of red clay tiles. Numerous chimneys crowned the roof like a crown on a king’s head.
This wasn’t a normal farmer’s house. This was a lord’s house.
And it was ours.
We quickly rode up to the house. We didn’t even station our horses when all four of us jumped off and ran into the house. It was roomy, but huge was the right word to describe the central hall. It had a large stone hearth and dusty furniture laid about, ones that haven’t been used in years but still appear to be in good condition.
“This is amazing,” Solomon gasped.
“You got that right, brother,” Richard said. “We’re far from living in a farmer’s home now. We’re living like nobles.”
“How many rooms do you think it has?” Bridget asked as she looked all around her, peeking into nearby rooms, alcoves, and passageways.
“Let’s go find out,” Richard grinned. “The first one who reaches the Master’s room gets it!”
We all quickly broke out in a run.
Not knowing where we were going, only that we were free to go wherever we wanted and explore without consequences. That was the fun of it. We all rushed up the stone staircases and broke apart different hallways. I took the one on the northern corner, passing a few old portraits of unidentified noblemen and women. They all looked old, serious, and respectable. One day, my face will hang on these walls.
But not like them. My portrait will be young, jovial, yet respectable as well. A lady has to have some appearance etiquette after all.
I later came to the end of the hallway, where I entered a room. While it wasn’t the Master’s room, it was still a lovely room. Like the rest of the house, the walls were made of stone but hung with tapestries of pastoral settings. One of these tapestries depicted a maiden lying near a river while a knight riding on a white stallion, amazed at her beauty. Typical.
A small, arched window let in the summer light, which brought awareness to a walled-stone fireplace that stood across the room from the four-poster bed, a tall, carved wooden structure draped in rich green fabrics. A dressing table was tucked into the corner, still containing the possessions of long-dead women who once graced this room.
“I see you found your room,” Solomon said as he entered the room. “Richard beats me to the Master’s room. But I found another remarkable room a few doors down that I claim for myself.”
“It’s so much bigger than my old room back in Freymount,” I said. “It really looks like the Lady has finally blessed us.”
“A long time coming,” Solomon said. He walked up to me until my breasts touched his chest. “Speaking of coming.”
He leaned in and we started to kiss.
Ever since Dewrest, I have finally felt unburdened by everything, especially the burden of our family’s darkness that dwells within us. It’s only when I’m in the embrace of my younger brother, Solomon, did I feel free and fully whole. Along with exploring the sexual pleasures of the flesh, something that brought me more fulfillment than anything else.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as we continued our kiss. His lips were soft and contained that exhilarating sweetness that I fell in love with ever since I first kissed him. I could feel his hands slowly caressing my body through my clothes. I gasped as one of his hands wrapped around my large breast. My nipples hardened in instinct as a hot shudder ran down my body.
My pussy itched as his tongue filled my mouth. He used his hands to massage my breasts as our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths. I couldn’t help moaning against his lips as I felt a deep pleasure awakening inside me.
“By the gods,” he said as we broke our kiss, “how I miss my sister’s lips.”
“I miss yours as well,” I grinned.
His hands still massaged my breast before they seized the hem of my blouse. I didn’t resist as I lifted my arms over my head, I bared my round breasts to him as he pulled off my blouse. Even though he had seen them before. He was still mesmerized by them.
“I miss them as well, sister,” he groaned, staring at my firm, round breasts. His fingers slid across my left breast to my brown areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard nipple. “Perfection.”
I shuddered. He loved my breasts. He desired me. His breath washed about my nipple as I trembled, exposed before him.
And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.
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