I learned something about the estate today; it was built on a hot spring. A nice one too, like you'd see in brochures. Polished stones and gently aromatic plants line the semi-enclosed area. It's like someone watched a few anime and transported one directly here from a hot spring episode; it's picturesque, peaceful, and relaxing. It would be a lot more relaxing if I could actually go in the hot spring, but apparently, babies shouldn't go in hot springs. Molly and I are in floats that keep us out of the water, so at least we get to hang out and listen to the gossip, I guess.
Besides the two of us, there are five women. Mom and grandma are both tall, athletic women with wavy mid-length blond hair and blue eyes. Mom's eyes are a deeper color, closer to cobalt than grandma's sky blue. They would be great runway models with long limbs, firm thighs, well-proportioned assets that were incredibly perky. Holy hell, do I wish I were an adult suddenly, and... you know, not blood-related.
Next to Amelia is Cindy. Besides daily suckling at her incredible breasts, I've also bathed with her. I'm very familiar with her body. Everything, from her shoulder-length caramel-colored hair to her gold-flecked hazel eyes, down past her gravity-defying gargantuan gazongas, to her thicc thighs, round rump, and whip-like tail just above it that sways slowly when she's getting aroused.
The rest of the ladies are gorgeous as well. Lucy, the more talkative of my aunts and my mother's half-sister, was by far the shortest of the group and looked like the girl in college that wore bustiers and introduced you to bondage. Right down to the rose tattoo on her ankle. Or maybe that was just me? Anyway, she is the second most stacked of the ladies floating in the water, behind the incredibly busty Cindy. Wasp waisted with ample hips and bust, golden tanned skin with no tan lines, her lengthy hair, tied up in a towel to keep it out of the water, was lush and dark, matching her sparkling eyes. She always had a devil's promise of a smile that I'm certain charmed more than her fair share of suiters. I'm sure she men have described her with words like 'feisty' and 'willful' more than a few times.
Beside her is Amanda, Uncle Reegan's wife, and almost the exact opposite of Lucy. Where Lucy is dark, Amanda is light, where Lucy is loud, Amanda is quiet. Short blond hair just past her chin, more strawberry than gold, moss-green eyes, smooth, creamy skin, long limbs, and slimmer body lines. That's not to say she lacks curves; in fact, she has rather lovely proportions, a softer version of my mother's. She is petite with a gentle disposition. She's the kind of innocence that people either want to hold and protect or corrupt to a state of pure debauchery. She's so pure; I'm surprised she has given birth to two children.
There isn't a straight man alive that wouldn't dream of tasting that flawless skin. Some would have other desires, darker desires, but that's never been my speed. Well, not usually anyway. I just want to run my tongue across her. I want to see those pert pink nipples stand up and quiver in anticipation as I work my way up.
"Oh!" Amanda squealed, breaking me out of my reverie. My aura had broken loose from my control, and the ladies were looking more piqued and from more than just the hot water.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" Lucy asked.
"Um, I'm fine. For a second, I thought I felt something..."
Did she feel what I was thinking about wanting to do? Was it my aura?
[EROMETER: 36... 38... 40... HOT AND BOTHERED: WHAT IS THIS FEELING? WHY DO I FEEL SO GOOD?]
Oh, I need to experiment more with this. I refocus and concentrate on Amanda, on the idea of brushing my tongue over her soft skin. I engage my Quantum Intellect to analyze her reactions with Biokinetic Scan and Erometer. Her pulse quickens. Hormones start flooding her bloodstream. Quick breaths turn to gasps. Nipples and clitoris engorge. I think I'm on to something.
Her eyes, which had closed, open, and she looks at me, perhaps sensing the direction the sensation is coming from. She frowns as her breathing becomes labored—her temperature spikes. Should I abort this? Maybe the hot spring isn't the best place to try an experiment like this? I don't want to risk her passing out.
"Is-ha, l-little Jeims a-alright? He s-seems t- Mmm-gah," Amanda asks before a small climax rolls through her body as the Erometer spikes.
[EROMETER: 50... 52... 78... CUMMING: OH, GODDESS! WHAT WAS THAT?]
The other women watch her with wide questioning eyes, wondering if she really just-
[HOST HAS INDUCED A MINOR ORGASM IN AMANDA- 25 EXPERIENCE GAINED. 25 BONUS EXPERIENCE GAINED FROM BLOODLINE AFFINITY]
Well, that just unlocked a host of new possibilities. That was pretty quick; I wonder what that spike in the Erometer was? She must have been incredibly pent up. I guess that makes sense; it's been quite a while since her husband was around.
[HOST HAS CREATED A NEW A-TIER ABILITY, LUST INTENT. 5000 EXPERIENCE GAINED. 5000 BONUS EXPERIENCE GAINED FROM BLOODLINE AFFINITY.]
Wait, I created a new ability? That's awesome. And I got a shit ton of experience for it, even. Before I get a chance to look at it, a large set of breasts descends toward me. They seem to be attached to a pair of arms that reach down and lift me. I recognize those breasts. I'm rather intimately acquainted with them.
"He's probably just hungry. I'll take him out for a feeding," Cindy says. She carries me out dripping wet sits to the side on a towel while the rest of the ladies remain in the pool. She places one of my favorite nipples within reach, and I latch on a little more tightly than usual, and a shiver runs through her body. I definitely need to experiment more with that ability and test its limit and applications, but, at least for now, I still prefer the hands-on method of inducing an orgasm.
I try to pay attention to the conversation, but honestly, I'm exhausted. That experiment with Aunty Amanda really took it out of me. God, I can't even really think of her as my aunt. She's like ten to fifteen years younger than I was before my reincarnation and even looks ten years younger than that. I barely hang on to thinking of Amelia and Estelle as my mother and grandmother. I'm just glad I have Cindy to absorb some of this lust.
This has to be the result of my bloodline, right? I know my thoughts affect it as well, but this body shouldn't produce the hormones that would trigger this level of lust. 'Cara, help me out. Is my obsession with sexual things bloodline related, or is it an Echo from my previous life?'
[THE HEIGHTENED FEELINGS OF LUST THAT THE HOST EXPERIENCES ARE LIKELY DUE TO A COMBINATION OF RESIDUAL MEMORY IMPULSES OR ECHOES AND THE EFFECTS OF THE HOSTS BLOODLINE.]
Great, genetically and psychologically reinforced perversion. It doesn't help that I get a reward of experience points for every orgasm I cause. It's great, but I need to keep this under control before my body gets too mature, and my quirk stops being cute to those around me and starts getting creepy. As is, there have been a few nights when Cindy hasn't been receptive, and I've had to fight down my bloodline.
How did I know? One of the first things I did with my experience was to upgrade the Erometer. Now it gives more information about the actual feeling of the subject. It's Bullshit-no-Jutsu, but Cara said it would help to understand and better attend to lovers in the future. Better understanding leads to better orgasms; better orgasms lead to happier lovers; happier lovers lead to a happier life. The extra experience points are nice, too.
As I start to succumb to the weight of exhaustion, the relaxation of the atmosphere, and the pleasant sensation of a vanilla nipple in my mouth, I hear something that nearly shocks me awake.
"THAT was your first? You mean to tell me that in the nearly ten years you've been married, my idiot brother still hasn't..." Lucy says.
"No, he still finds... intimate relations repulsive. We've never even held hands," Amanda says.
"Pfft. Sounds like his father," Estelle mumbles.
At that point, the fog on my brain lifts slightly. How is that possible? I mean, I get it... well, really I don't, but in theory, I understand that not everyone is wired like a lust demon. Uncle Reegan might be some flavor of Ace, I'd guess, but they have two children, and she's claiming they never even held hands. I assume magic is involved. What really twists my mind is that she claims this was her first orgasm. What? Hasn't she ever masturbated?
Fortunately, Lucy is here to ask the tough questions. "What about a bed maid? Or... you know, hatching the phoenix?"
"Reegan would never allow a bed maid, and I've tried... the latter, but I get to a point, and then I can't get beyond it. I end up crying instead." She sounded like she was on the verge of tears now.
"THAT ASS!" Lucy yells punctuated by a loud splash of water and the grumbles of the other women; there was definite agreement. I was with them. "Just because he's not interested in sex doesn't mean you don't have needs."
Cindy's voice rumbles as my head is still pressed to her voluminous chest, "You should stay here for a while. Being near little Jeims might help get you over the hump."
"Why would being near Jeims help?" Lucy asks. Although she was out of my view, I could still practically see one well-groomed eyebrow arching high.
"Cindy believes Jeims is blessed by Sopheni," Amelia says, a bit of skepticism in her voice. Don't doubt your son, mother. I really have been blessed.
"What? Really? How do you know?" Amanda asks.
"There is ample evidence of the blessing. I'm sure you all felt it before when Lady Amanda was about to peak."
"Well, that could have just been us reacting to her... mood," Estelle says.
"I don't think so, the feeling of arousal began before she started to climax, and I'm not sure if the rest of you saw, but little Jeims was locked on to Lady Amanda the entire time. Even she noticed his gaze if you recall."
"That's true," Amanda says. "His gaze was quite heavy. Most infants look around in curiosity, but his gaze was... intense."
"Why haven't I ever noticed it before?" Estelle asks.
"It usually only happens when he's feeding," Cindy says.
"So, Amelia, have you noticed this too?" Lucy asks, a trace of wonder in her words. I would probably see stars in her eyes if I could see her eyes.
"I have, though not to the extent that Cindy has. There have been a few times when I've been pushed over the precipice during one of his feedings." Shit! I thought I had better control over this. I need to be more careful about falling asleep when mom breastfeeds me.
"So, why the difference?"
Oh, I don't know, Lucy, maybe because I feel a little weird making my mom cum? Believe me; I've had the shoulder-devil versus shoulder-angel debate.
'She's not my original mom from my previous life. The one I still think of as Mom.'
'Yeah, but she is my current mom, biologically.'
'But she's like really, really fucking hot.'
'Agreed, but so is Cindy, so are most of the maids in the manor, hell, so are all the women in the hot spring right now.'
'Yeah, and she's one of them.'
'The point is there are a million hotties out there that aren't blood-related to me, so why not grab them and spare your poor mother the trauma of getting her jollies off from her magical sex infant?'
Sigh. 'Fine, but Amanda isn't blood-related, so she's totally on the list.'
'Sure, why not? My uncle sounds like a dick anyway.'
Of course, other people had their theories. "If I had to guess, it's probably because they're mother and child. Perhaps she has a resistance, or maybe it doesn't work as well on blood relatives," Estelle says.
Close, but not for the reasons you're thinking grandma. Just be glad she's not a stepmother instead. With that thought and the taste of vanilla nipple to spice up my dreams, I drift off to sleep.