They learn about each other's family

Set stifled a yawn, the sun glaring in his eyes, and looked over at Alyxia, rummaging in her pack.
"Breakfast." She said simply. She pulled out a paper parcel from her pack which she unwrapped to reveal a couple of pre-cooked giant black bugs. She tossed him one and took a bite out of the other.
"Lovely." Said Set with a great deal of unenthusiasm, taking a bite out of his and making a face. “Right, so uh, like I said, what’s your story girl?” He asked, his mouth full of beetle.
“It’s Alyxia actually.” She said, stiffening slightly.
Set grinned, showing bits of chewed up beetle, and waved the remark away.
“I’ve already told you as much as I’m going to about why I’m here. What exactly do you wish to know?” She queried.
Set shrugged. “Your history then. Who’re your parents?”

She paused, and squinted up at the sun rising into the sky. She clothed herself while she talked, Set lazily following suit.
“I don’t know much. My father died before I was born. I only know what my mother told me. He was an English mercenary, a lawless rogue but with a good heart. My mother was a London prostitute. His current seedy employer had bought his team her in order to celebrate the success of their latest robbery and contract kill. My father had come across the others abusing her, jeering at her, slapping her about proper, and not in the good way. He’d laid them out cold, giving them a few blade cuts in the process, and taken her back to his quarters where they fucked each other for hours. Later that night, while he was asleep no less, the others, dishonourable swine to a man, had crept in and shot him. My mother escaped out the window and ran off into the night. She would later find herself pregnant, with me.”
Set whistled through his teeth. “Hard life.”
“I spent my youth seeing my mother rise up in the ranks of prostitution until she was a high class hooker and a Madame, and she could afford to send me away to be educated in ways more than just me watching people fuck in the brothel she came to own. Life could be worse. I don’t see her that often anymore though, what with being away from England so much.”

“Yeah, I guess there are worse ways to spend your youth than in brothels.” Set replied.
Alyxia frowned. “So, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Your family of any interest?”
“Ha!” Set chuckled arrogantly. “Of course they are. My father is Horatio Bones, the esteemed explorer.”
Alyxia nodded, not giving any indication that this impressed her.

Set continued, a trifle annoyed. “I spent my youth mostly either taking a big interest in the local girls, going on small personal adventures, or educating myself, learning about the Old World in the Drake Bones Library in London. That was named after my great-grandfather, a war hero.”
“Drake Bones?” Alyxia interrupted. “Wait, you mean The Hospital Horse?”
Set laughed out loud. “Oh yeah, old Double-H. I take it you heard that story.”
“I heard that he got shot in the war and was sent to a hospital for a couple of weeks to recover, where he proceeded to woo and then fuck most of the nurses working there.”
“Yep, and it’s true. It was just covered up by the authorities. I talked to my father about it, who’d been told by his father, who’d heard it straight from the Horse’s mouth, so to speak! Apparently most of the girls working there - I don’t know where it was now, some old unheard of town somewhere in Europe – were blessed with way above average busts. Must-a been something in the water! There they didn’t dress in those conservative uniforms you’d expect in those days. No in that place it was all ‘let’s save the fabric for the military needs’, so the nurses just had to make do with their scantily clad tits and asses bursting out the seams.
And when word quickly got around the nurses of his huge cock, hence the name they gave him, well he was non-stop pumping their huge racks and cumming in their tight asses every day. He wanted to stay there longer but the military pulled him out when they realised he had long since healed, and the doctors had called them after they realised the dramatic shortage of nurses on call in the building. That was because they were all in his ward, bouncing their big titties off his face while he screwed their hot pussies. One of them, most likely the bustiest one given his tastes, became my great grandmother.” Set winked.

“Sounds like quite a stud.” Alyxia rolled her eyes. “I see ‘The Horse’ runs in the family.” Her eyes flicked down to his large bulge.
“Sure does Lix. Where was I? Oh yeah, then there was also the Oxford Bones Museum. I went there many times. That was named after my great-uncle. He was a renowned archaeologist and opportunist and gave even more amazing finds to the museums than my father did. Oxford’s brother, Morgan Bones, my grandfather, was a bit of a black sheep. He was a buccaneer, a scoundrel and an outlaw. He stole, fought, and fucked his way round the seven seas. He’d sell out his own family to get a pile of gold or the girl with the biggest rack in the vicinity. Naturally there are no eminent buildings named after him. Oh, wait, perhaps a few brothels in the Caribbean.
He calmed down a bit after he was informed that a rich governor’s daughter had given birth to his child, my father. But he was never truly the settling down type, and he left for the open seas several years after. Many years later my father received an anonymous letter telling him that ‘the scurvious corsair Captain Morgan Bones’ had been killed in battle, the letter accompanied by Morgan’s tattoed and pierced cut off ear as proof.
And then, yeah there’s my dad. He’s still going, still going on expeditions. And then there’s me. How could I fail coming from such a grand line, aye?” Set lay back and munched back into the beetle.

Alyxia looked at him, and for a second her mind was occupied with a mental image of his hung cock cumming all over her expansive bosom, but she forcibly dismissed it. “How could you indeed.... Look this is all very interesting talking about everything to do with you but the day is getting on, let’s make some progress.”
Set sighed, and swallowed the last of his indelicate breakfast.