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                                 Reprise
                               by eviltwin

Copyright© 2006 by eviltwin


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Description: A coming of age and personal growth story. Dave And Carol, meet, fall in love, and suffer the pitfalls of life as they explore themselves and a multiple marriage. Some mysticism.

Codes: MF FF cons rom rape bi het humor tears inc bro sis fath dau cous span group harem poly 1st oral mastrb pett squirt lac preg creampie slow
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Chapter 1


I was dragged up out of a deep, satisfying, exhaustion-induced sleep by the insistent ringing of the bedside phone.

"Shit, can't they let me sleep through just one night?"

My wife, Diane, just groaned beside me, and tried to go back to sleep. These at-all-hours of the night calls from work were really getting to be a drag on her, too.

I reached for the phone, automatically noting the time on the bedside clock. If it was a call-out to work, that would be the start time on my time sheet. It was just after 1:00 AM. This was the first night in over a week I had managed to get to bed for much-needed sleep at a decent hour. Besides my regular workday, I was on-call for emergencies, and now they were disturbing me at night, unusual for this time of year. I don't wake up well at the best of times, so I was just a little grouchy. Thank God the work season was almost over.

"Hello? Listen is it that --"

The voice on the other end cut me off.

"Hello, Dave?" Not waiting for my reply, "Bob, Bob Scott here."

I had already recognized the voice of my old friend, but that was his standard way of starting a phone conversation. He'd done it since I first met him when we were fifteen.

"Jeezus, Bob! Doncha know what time it is? It's —"

"Oh, sorry! I completely forgot the time difference. I'll call back in the morning"

Bob lives in Vancouver. They are three hours behind Ontario.

"No you won't."

You never brush Bob off. If he didn't tell me now, he never would.

"I'll be at work, but it must be really important for YOU to forget time differences, so c'mon, let's hear it. Did Margaret finally kick you out?"

Bob has one of the most brilliant minds I've ever known. Ordinarily, at any time of the day, you pick a spot anywhere in the world, and he can tell you the local time almost instantly. So it must be something BIG to cause this kind of mental lapse.

"Margaret and I split up over a year ago."

"Oh, sorry to hear that."

Well, if his marriage breakup over a year ago wasn't important enough to call me then, I wondered just what was so important he would call me now at this ungodly hour. Bob and I are old friends since high school, but after his family moved out suddenly to Toronto, and then as suddenly out West, we'd hardly ever spoke. Maybe the occasional letter or phone call at Christmas. Once, a few years back, he and his wife, Margaret dropped in for a short visit while they were back here on business. That was how I met her. Up 'til then, I didn't even know he was married.

"Nah, it's something else. Mom passed away Tuesday."

"What? Oh God, Bob, I'm really sorry to hear that"

Dolly Scott had been like a second mother to me during the couple of years Bob and I hung out together in school. She was Dutch, marrying Bob Scott Sr. after the War. When she came to Canada with her new husband, her whole family followed, and settled in Ontario. Then another light went on in my head.

"But Bob, this is Thursday. Did it hit you that hard you only recovered to call me now?"

Actually it was the wee small hours of Friday morning here, but it was still Thursday in Vancouver. At least I remembered the time difference.

"No. I was prepared for it — we all were. Mom's been very ill for the past year. We knew she was going. We were all with her at the end and were able to say goodbye. It wasn't sudden. She was staying with me at the end. It was expected. It was peaceful. I grieved last year when we first learned she was dying. The last couple weeks, she was just a shell, waiting for the body to stop. I think she was already gone."

I knew Bob wasn't an overtly emotional person. He was close to his mother, but not overly demonstrative. In typical Bob fashion, he had worked it through and was over his grief quickly.

"So why the late night call?"

"Well, I need a really big favour..."

"And that would be... ?"

"I need you to be me for a couple days."

"What? What're you smokin' Son? Are you in some kinda trouble?"

"Only with my family, if you won't do this for me."

Now why on God's green earth would Bob and his whole family want me to be him for a couple days?

"'Sides you don't hafta really be me, just sorta my proxy."

"Oh. Explain"

"Well, like I said. Mom passed away on Tuesday. The funeral is not until Saturday."

" Jeez, I dunno if I can get time off work and make a plane out there in time, Bob."

"Sorry again, old chap." The old Bob is talking now. "The funeral is back there. I can't get away from work. We already had a small memorial service here, and now my job won't let me have any more bereavement time. Neither one of my brothers can make it either. Iain had to fly back to the States today. Like me, he only had enough time off his job for the service yesterday. And Sandy's snowbound in Tuktayuktuk. Nothing's flying out of there for at least three more days, because of a blizzard. Shit, he couldn't even get here for the service yesterday. At least he was able to get here to see Mom a couple weeks or so back, just before she really started slipping away.

"That means none of her sons will be represented at the funeral. My sisters are some pissed. So, to keep peace in the family, they accepted when I suggested you as my proxy, remembering how close we all were when we lived back there. Will you do it? Things are moving quickly. I had to call you just as soon as the family agreed. That's why I took a chance calling you so late."

The bugger hadn't forgotten the time difference after all! He needed his friend, and he needed him NOW. I felt much better.

"So where IS the funeral?"

"Remember that small town near the old summer cottage? Well, the Aunts (you remember Tante Pie and Tante Jo, Mom's spinster sisters?), when they retired, they sold the house in Toronto. Instead of moving to the cottage like Opa wanted, they sold it too, and bought a house in town.

"They're burying Mom in the cemetery there, with the rest of her family. It's in her will; they've taken charge, and are insisting that we do it their way. You know how tough and stubborn those two old school teachers can be."

Yes, I remembered those aunts, and I understood about burying Dolly in that cemetery. Her parents were there. They had wanted to be close to the cottage they loved, and bought a family plot big enough for them and all five children. The youngest was actually the first 'resident'. Kit was killed in a car accident just before Bob and his folks moved away. I had never met their son. I had been to that funeral, too. One of the last times I saw the Scotts, and the last time I saw them all together. It was the last time I ever saw Dolly's family.

"Well, OK. I remember how stubborn they can be. I'll do it, but it's a five hour drive from here. I can't drive down there, do the whole day of funeral, wake, and then drive back home the same day. I'll hafta stay over. Is there a motel or something nearby I can get a room at? It's been years. I don't remember any hotels or motels in that small place."

"I checked the Net. They have a new motel right in town, now. I've already got you booked into the Riverview, for two nights. Tomorrow and Saturday. I figured you'd have to go down tomorrow afternoon to be there fore the wake at the funeral home tomorrow night, and Saturday will be so busy, it'll be too late to drive back to your place then. Don't worry about paying, it's on us. I booked it over the Net on my credit card. Unless you want to eat out, you'll be eating with the Aunts. They're expecting you."

Again, typical Bob. Don't wait — just organize and do. Not a bad defense mechanism, I guess.

"OK. Thanks. I could've paid my own way. What would you have done if I'd said no? Never mind. You knew I'd say 'Yes' because you also know I can't refuse a favour to a friend in need. Right?" I chuckled. "You said without me as your proxy, none of the sons would be represented. Are the girls gonna make it then?"

"Riekie's tied up at the hospital with one of her projects. Something about some medical study she's doing being near completion. She was out to be with us near the end, and was here for the service, but now she can't spare any more time or the study could be ruined. Can't blow off the tax payers' grant money, ya know."

I said earlier that Bob was brilliant, but he doesn't hold a candle to his oldest sister Riekie. She's got a couple medical degrees, and does some pretty high-end medical research at the university hospital in Winnipeg. She's also beautiful, knock-'em-dead gorgeous. At least she was the last I saw her seventeen years ago when she was studying at U of T. Unless one of her experiments went horribly wrong, I imagine she still is. Now in her late thirties, she'd be a little past her prime, but I bet she was still a knock out. Athletic, she'd always looked after herself. Brains and beauty in the same package. A nerd's wet dream. Of course, she married a doctor. They had twins, and were doing very well. I was hoping to see her. I felt a pang of regret for things long past and an old deep pain.

"My dad's flying down with the coffin."

No surprise there. Even though they were separated, he and Dolly had still been friends. They just couldn't stand to live together any more. Once the kids were all on their own, the split up amicably. The last I had heard Dolly was living between Calgary and Vancouver, moving back and forth between Bob and Carol. Their dad moved out to some hippy-type place somewhere in the Queen Charlotte Islands.

"And Carol to represent the girls."

"Oh."

My stomach lurched.

Bob continued on without interruption. He knew, too.

"OK, Dave, I know you want to get back to sleep. Anything else you need to know?"

"Yeah, where do the Aunts live exactly? What time is the funeral, and what's their phone number?"

He gave me the address and phone number, and told me to contact them in the morning about the funeral arrangements. He wasn't sure himself. He didn't think they had been completed yet, but the Aunts would know by the time I called them in the morning. I jotted down what he told me on the pad by the phone. We finished our business, said a few pleasantries, and hung up.

I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. The wife, who had lain quietly while I talked to Bob, spoke up.

"Was that Bob Scott? Jeez, you haven't heard from him in almost two years. What was so big he had to call you in the middle of the night? He knows the time difference better than anyone."

"You heard, eh? I thought you'd gone back to sleep. His Mom died. He wants me to be 'him', or rather, his proxy, at the funeral. They re having it back here. None of the sons can make it, so the family asked if I'd step in for Bob. I said OK, 'cause what are friends for? He didn't really forget the time difference. Things are moving quickly, and he couldn't wait until morning."

"Oh. I never met her. I'm sorry for Bob and his family. From the stories you tell, I know she meant a lot to you, too. So... you're representing Bob and his brothers, then?"

"Yeah."

"So who's representing his sisters? Is she coming?"

"Yes, she's coming. Riekie can't make it either, so it's just her. And their Dad."

The 'she' my wife referred to, and which I did too, falling into her way of speaking to keep the peace, was Bob's sister Carol. Carol was my first girl friend. It had been special, very, very special. I'm not sure I ever really got over it. I often wondered how she felt.

Diane and I had agreed very early in our relationship there would be no secrets, no matter how trivial, or how big. I told my wife all about all my girl friends; she told me about all her boy friends -- there weren't many. She was 20 when I started dating her. I was an old man of 27 then. There were no skeletons in our closets with respect to each other. We knew all there was about our respective pasts. This had worked well for the eight years we'd been married. My wife also knew that Carol had been special. I hadn't seen or spoken to her since my first year of college. That was 17 years ago. Because she lived in Calgary, and no contact at all in those seventeen years, of all my old girl friends, she had been the least likely to reappear anywhere in my life — until now. Despite this, for some reason, probably that special radar that women seem to have about other women, Diane was always a little nervous and apprehensive whenever Carol was mentioned. Just like now. Hence "Is she coming" instead of asking after her by name. I had a feeling I just might have stepped in something smelly.

But, Diane just said "Gimme a kiss and get some sleep. You've got a long day ahead of you."

I bent to kiss her 'good night'. She locked lips with me more passionately than is usual for a good night peck. So much so, that my little friend woke up, reared his head, and started to look for a little action, poking her. We sleep in the nude, so it really did poke her. She rolled into the spoon position, squirmed in to greet him, giggled, reached down, and patted him on the head.

"Not now, Rascal. Go back to sleep. You two have a long day coming up." Sounds silly, but somewhere along the line, Diane had decided that my penis had a personality she called Rascal, because of the way he popped up to play at almost any time.

She gave me the little good night peck I had originally expected, sighed happily and drifted off to sleep, leaving me erect, her hand still grasping 'Rascal.'

I thought it would be hard (pun intended) getting back to sleep, but I was exhausted, and fell asleep almost instantly. I slept soundly until the alarm went off at seven. I grumped out of bed as usual. As usual, Diane was already up. I could smell coffee. Also as usual, I never felt it when she left our bed, I sleep so soundly. I picked up the bedside phone, called work and booked three days off on Annual Leave. During the work season, we work weekends, too, so I needed three annual days to cover the funeral. I quickly headed to the bathroom to relieve a painful morning piss hard-on, brush my teeth, and have a shower.

When I got downstairs Diane was working at the kitchen counter. She was wearing her plain blue robe and was barefoot in her slippers. Her soft brown waves were still a little mussed from sleep. She looked cuddly, and delicious. She had breakfast waiting; my usual: scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee. I slipped in from behind, tousled her hair even more, and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her lightly on the nape of the neck.

She murmured softly. "Mmmmm. G'morning to you, too!" My hand wandered to her firm breast. She twisted away with an impish smile. "The kids... now get your breakfast."

The kids were up too. I gave them each a big hug and kissed them 'Good Morning.' Rhiannon was getting ready to catch the bus for school. Jen, our 18 month old toddler, was playing with Ahab the cat. Diane had fed them earlier. I finished eating, and sat having coffee with my beautiful young wife. Diane is seven years younger than me. While I have sprouted a bit of a gut from 'the good life', and am starting to look my 36 years, with a little grey in my hair and full beard, she has still maintained her youthful looks, despite bearing two children. I often marveled at how she kept so trim. She was never big on exercise or diet. Just a natural, I guess.

"I better call Bob's aunts and get the details sorted out. Are you going with me? We'll be leaving today, and won't be back until someday Sunday. Sorry for the short notice, but that's the way it is with funerals."

"Oh, I understand the rush. Remember what it was like last year when my father died? I'd like to go with you, but someone has to stay with the girls. I can't call your Mom and Dad. They're leaving for Montreal today to see your sister, or did you forget? And there's no time to get anybody else. Rhiannon has choir practice tomorrow, and Jen's going to a birthday party. You'll just have to go to the funeral by yourself. We'll miss you, but right now, your need to do this for your friend."

Diane knew the high value I placed on friendship. She respected me for it.

"If I need a ride, anywhere, Heather will take me."

Diane never learned to drive. Heather, my younger sister lived right across the road and was very good about taking Diane anywhere she needed to go. They were great friends, one of many indications Diane had been totally accepted into my family.

"Funeral? Who died, Daddy?"

Rhiannon had heard us. At six and a half years old, she had a child's natural curiosity. When Diane's father had passed away suddenly the previous year, we explained to her then about death, why we had funerals, and the need to say goodbye. Although only five at the time, she took it all in, and to my great relief, understood what we told her. She was rather mature on the subject now. They grow up way too quickly.

"A friend's mother. You remember Bob Scott?" A blank look. "You were very young when he was here. You might remember me talking about him." She nodded as I continued. "Bob asked me to take his place at her funeral because he can't come himself. He already said goodbye to his mom. She was very sick for a long time, and they knew she was going to die. Say, you better get a move on Kiddo, or you'll miss your bus. Gimme a big, big hug now, too. You better make that three. I won't be seeing you until Sunday."

She finished putting on her light fall jacket and ran over as I stooped down. She threw herself at me, gave me four huge hugs, counting them, and plastered three sloppy child kisses on my cheek.

"There's an extra hug for Bob. I'm sorry about his Mom. Love you Daddy. See you Sunday."

Kids are so sweet!

"I'll send it home with his sister. Love you too, Kiddo. See you Sunday. Save a big hug for me for when I get back."

She waved and was gone, running happily down the lane on a cool September morning to catch the school bus. I watched until she was safely aboard the bus. It was a bright day. Despite the early morning coolness, it promised a continuation of the late summer heat we'd been having.

Jen toddled over and got her morning hugs, too. At 18 months, she was a ball of energy. The hugs were enthusiastic as only a child's can be. Ahab wrapped his soft paws around her leg as we hugged. He still wanted to play. The cat finally proved more interesting than Daddy and she was soon back playing with him. Jen has always had a way with animals.

With breakfast done, Rhiannon off to school, and Jen playing contentedly, I called Bob's aunts to get directions and the funeral arrangements.

"Hello?"

"Tante Pie? It's Dave, Bob's friend. Remember me? He said you were expecting me to call." Amazingly, after all these years, I recognized the soft Dutch accent immediately, and knew which of the aunts I was speaking with.

"Oh yes, David. Bobby told us you would call. It's so good to hear from you. Thank you for doing this for our family. Dolly would be proud of you." Always the school teacher. So formal.

"Well, I'm glad to help in any way I can. What time should I be there today?"

"The viewing is from seven to eight. The family should be there by six forty five. Can you make it here in time?"

"Sure! If I leave here by noon, I should be down there by five. That'll give me time to check into the hotel, get changed, and head to the funeral home. Where is it from the hotel? I'll call you when I get checked in, and get directions to the house. Is that OK?"

"That will be most satisfactory, David. I will tell Jo you are on your way. We are both looking forward to seeing you after all these years. It is just too bad it is under these sad circumstances. The funeral home is easy to find. It is directly across the street from the hotel, right on the main street. You can't miss either. You can walk over. Our home is only a block away. Remember, it is a very small town. Is your wife coming too? We have never met her."

"Thanks, Tante Pie. No, Diane can't come this time. She's disappointed. She wanted to meet all of you. She says I never stop talking about the times I spent with you folks. She says she was beginning to wonder if you were real people until she met Bob and Margaret a few years ago. We can't get a sitter for the whole weekend for the kids, and they both have stuff going on, so she has to stay home with them. Ah! The joys of raising kids, eh? Anyway, I'd better get going. I still have to pack. We'll catch up on everything later when I see you."

"Alright, David, we look forward to seeing you when you arrive. Say hello to your wife and children and your parents for us. Goodbye."

"I will. 'Bye, Tante Pie." And that was it. Short, sweet and to the point.

She had reminded me. I placed a quick call to Mom and Dad. I caught them just a few minutes before they left to catch the train to Montreal. We didn't have time for much chatting. I told them about Dolly, the funeral arrangements, and that the aunts said hello. Mom, in particular, was touched and pleased that I would do this for Bob. She asked pointedly about Carol. I brushed it off. I told them to say hello to my sister, Val. We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I had a few other little things to do around the house to make sure everything was ship-shape for Diane and the kids while I was away. Among them was to finish cleaning up my workbench and cupboards. I'd been puttering away at it for the last few nights. There was only a little left to finish. I knew if I didn't do it now, it would never get done.

One of the last items I took out of my cupboard to sort and maybe throw out was an old leather tool pouch from my days with Northern. It still had some items in it: a couple small hand tools and an ancient roll of tape. There was quite a bit of dirt and debris in the bottom. I dumped it on the bench. A glint of metal caught my eye. From the small pile of 15-year old dust and dirt I retrieved a treasured keepsake I thought was stolen 15 years before. I held it for a minute, momentarily staggered by old memories and a deep hurt at a vow forsaken. There was a bit of old tape stuck to it. I cleaned it off, and dropped the object in my pocket. I would decide what to do with it later.

I finished cleaning up my bench, and did the other jobs on my list. By the time I got all those little chores done, and my bags packed, it was only about ten thirty. I walked out to the mailbox and checked the day's mail. There wasn't anything special except a letter for Diane from her cousin out West. I'm not much of a letter writer, but Diane was. She wrote her sisters all the time. About 6 weeks back, she'd received a letter from a cousin she hadn't seen in years. From this beginning, they began a correspondence that sometimes saw a letter a day. Even in the mid 80's we still had not bad mail service. I left Diane's letter on the kitchen table. Now all my chores were done. I could have left a little early, but didn't see a great necessity. I decided to take it easy before leaving. A little relaxation before the long drive to the funeral would be nice.



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Chapter 2


Diane had put Jen down for a morning nap. Passing her room, I stuck my head in the door just to look at her sleeping. She looked so adorable! Diane slipped up behind me, and slid her slim arms around my ample waist. She snuggled into my back and we just stood snuggled together, lost in the moment, as we watched our little one sleep. They grow so fast, moments like that are precious.

Diane stirred. I became aware of two points growing in heat and hardness pressing into my back. My penis stirred. About the same time, Diane's right hand drifted down toward my crotch. When she lightly bushed the bulge, the monster was fully wakened, and my penis jerked to erection inside my pants. Diane cooed, taking a firmer grip through the cloth.

"Oh, look who's finally awake! Rascal, I thought you were going to sleep all day. Wanna come out and play?"

Wanting more, I turned to face my wife. Diane is a petite girl. She barely tops five feet, but that small package contains all-woman dynamite. As I turned in her arms, she lost her grip on my penis, but her arms were still around my waist. I pushed her out to arm's length to look at her. She'd changed from her robe into a small white camisole that left a little of her midriff bare, and a pair of very hot white terry shorts with no panty lines. She was braless under the top, and the shorts showed her every delectable curve.

Even after bearing two children, she looked like a hot young coed. She'd brushed out her soft brown hair, which now fell in sensuous waves to her shoulders. Her brown eyes had a mischievous twinkle. Her beautiful face could only be described as elfin. Her full lips were slightly parted in a sensuous pout. She rarely wore makeup, and didn't need it. Those beautiful, pert breasts jutted out proudly, lifting the front of her top. There was absolutely no sag. Her small, pink, almost girlish nipples were hard points, clearly denting the soft material of her shirt. It was a heart-stopping, throat constricting vision of young female in her prime. In that soft white camisole and those cute terry shorts, she couldn't have been sexier if she'd been completely nude. I truly loved my wife, but in that moment, I fell even deeper in love with her. Some moments are magic. This was one of them.

"Ah, pooh, I was just going to let Rascal out to play. Now I've lost hold of him, and he's going to be gone until Sunday."

"Oh, he can still come out to play, but I think he likes this, a little better, just now." I said as I put my arms around her and placed my hands on those firm terry-clad cheeks.

I pulled/lifted her into me as she tilted her lips to mine for a kiss. Rascal was suddenly pressed against a very warm little mons. He liked that VERY much, and showed his pleasure by squirming around in my pants. He liked being close to his best friend, the pussy. From this position, a little bump and grind from two people, and he was saluting his warm terry-clad friend. As our lips pressed together in a soul-searing kiss, she rubbed her mons against Rascal. The contact caused a small moan to escape us both.

The kiss was electric. Our tongues probed and swabbed each others mouths. Diane's hand again reached down between us to my crotch. She stroked me through the material, and took a firmer grip. She broke our kiss, but continued to look dreamily into my eyes and squeezed my tumescence.

"Take me to bed. Rascal wants out to play, and his friend Pussy is hungry." I get super hot when she anthropomorphizes like that.

She took my hand and led me to our bedroom. From the almost languorous buildup in the hall outside Jen's room there was now an urgency to our movements. In seconds, it seemed, we were both completely nude. I usually like to savor the moment as I expose my wife's charms, but this time, I couldn't even remember how she got naked, let alone myself. I cupped those high, firm breasts, and squeezed gently. She moaned. The small, hard nipples burned my palms. I took one between my fingers. I squeezed and twisted. Her hips jerked forward. She groaned wantonly.

Her hands grasped me, and soon were busy stroking me to even fuller hardness. I couldn't remember ever being this hard. We kissed. We moved. We fell onto the bed together. I freed one hand to caress down her tummy. I tickled her navel. I kissed both nipples, teasing lightly. She gasped. My hand traced lower, to her prominent mons. My fingers rubbed lightly against her soft brown curls. She moaned and bucked her hips, almost urgently. My hand continued its journey of exploration. My finger found the top of her slit. I traced it. As my finger slipped downward into her pussy, she spread her legs completely, offering herself. She was soaking wet. Her clit was swollen and hard as my finger lightly caressed it. She moaned, bucked, and was consumed by an orgasm. Damn! She was hot! I couldn't remember when she'd ever been this hot. I barely touched her, and she came! I loved it.

"Oh, oh, oh!! Don't waste any more time! I need you! Put it in me now. Hurry! Pussy needs Rascal. NOW! OH, HURRY, PLEASE, O-O-O-O-H!"

She usually liked to be warmed up a lot more. Today, she seemed almost frantic in her heat and haste. Rascal was raging. She regained her grip on him, and started pulling me to her. My hand was still in her pussy. She was absolutely soaking! I'd never seen her this wet. Her urgency became contagious. I rolled on top, brought my hands up by her shoulders, and raised my hips. Her grip on Rascal was driving me insane with pleasure. She steered me to her opening. I felt the heat before I actually touched her. A drop of pre-cum leaked out of the end, and dripped directly onto her pussy. She shuddered in delight. She guided. I entered, slowly at first, her hips bucked. Once I was seated securely, she brought her hands up and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes were wild with passion. I lost it. In one long, hard thrust, I was completely home. Oh God! She felt wonderful! She was so tight and hot and wet! I felt like I was in heaven, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.

Her hips rose to meet my first hard thrust. She grunted in pleasure as I touched her cervix.

"Oh, Rascal!! You feel so goo-ood in me!! You fill me up!! Now c'mon Rascal! Move!!! Pussy's hungry and only you can feed her." Her arms locked in a strangle hold around my neck as her hips bucked and thrashed. Rarely had I seen her this hot this fast.

It was contagious. My hips started to thrust in hard, sharp strokes. Her hips matched mine, thrust for thrust. Our timing was in perfect sync. We were like animals, rutting in total abandon. We squirmed. We bucked. Our thrusting made wet, slurping sounds. Thank God we live in the country; Diane's cries of ecstasy would have alarmed the neighbours otherwise. Too soon, I felt the crescendo building. I thrust and thrust. Diane bucked back. We approached our orgasm together.

Suddenly, Diane's hips lurched up, stayed locked up.

"OH FUCK! FU-U-UCK ME-E-E-! COME IN ME! OF! OH! OH! C'MON GIVE IT TO ME NOW-O-O-OW! FU-U-U-U-U-C-K M-E-E-E-E-E!"

Her pussy muscles spasmed around my throbbing member, milking it. She screamed. Like I said, I'm glad we live in the country. She shook through her entire body. Her hips thrashed and humped. I felt wetness spraying my balls. Almost simultaneously, I felt my cock swell even harder, if that was possible. I felt the blood draining from my face. My balls erupted. I felt the hot, bittersweet pain of release. I shot deeply into her. It seemed like I came forever. Jet after jet of my hot sperm spewed into her welcoming vagina, splashing into her cervix. I had rarely come as hard. It was so intense, I could hardly breathe. I gasped for air. I began to think we should have more of these mid-morning quickies.

It seemed like we had been rutting together forever, but was really only a few minutes. As I rolled off her, my softening member slipped from the warm embrace of her pussy, with a soft sucking sound. I reached and brushed those lovely waves from her face. She smiled dreamily. I kissed her tenderly. She rolled to face me.

"Wow! That was something else! We should do this more often! I don't think I ever came so hard! God, I love you!"

"Mmm-hmmm."

She was almost purring. Her hips were still moving gently, winding down from her massive orgasm.

"Oh yeah! Me too! I thought my head was exploding. I felt you come all the way up inside me. You filled me up so much, I thought it was going to come out my mouth. Mmmmmmm. I love you so much!"

She hugged me close. We kissed again, tenderly, nibbling at each others lips. We spent a few minutes just snuggling in the afterglow of fantastic lovemaking.

"What brought that on?"

Diane is a passionate woman, but normally likes to work up slowly with lots of foreplay, tender kisses and gentle petting. Today, she had been an animal, her lust and desire almost frantic in its urgency for release and satisfaction.

She grinned "That good, eh? I'm not sure... I watched you watching Jenny sleep. I thought about you seeing her after all these years. Between seeing how happy you were with Jen, and the thought of her, I suddenly just got so hot, I had to have you in me before I let you get away. Am I weird?"

I grinned. "I dunno. I don't think so. 'Sides, if that's the way you get weird, I want more — lots more. We're always good together, but that was simply fantastic! Oh God, I've fallen in love with you all over again."

She giggled, then cooed at my intensity. Her hand moved down to my now limp penis. It stirred a bit at her touch, but stayed soft, satisfied for the moment.

"Oh, poor Rascal" she whispered. "I think I wore you out in one go!"

She giggled again and stretched in satisfaction, almost feline in her movement. She glanced over my shoulder at the clock.

"Oh, you better get going soon, if you're not going to be late. You need a shower before you leave. Look at the mess all over poor Rascal, and the bed is soaked. I'll have to change the sheets."

My entire groin was saturated with our combined juices. I slipped a finger between her legs. She was very wet, and obviously leaking.

"Pussy's a mess, too" I grinned. "Pussy and Rascal should shower together."

"I'll get the water running and warmed up."

She slid off the bed and headed toward the ensuite bath, her pert little ass checks bobbing seductively. Her thighs gleamed with wetness as our juices leaked out and trailed down. What an intoxicating view!

I heard the water running, and stepped into the shower. She was waiting for me. We soaped and washed each other sensuously. We paid particular attention to each other's most sensitive parts. I knelt in front of her, soaped up my hand, and gently probed her sex. She opened her thighs. I soaped and rubbed those tender folds. Her clitty was erect again. Gently I massaged her to yet another orgasm. She came quickly. She shook and grasped my shoulders. Her legs almost collapsed. What had come over her? Whatever it was, I was impressed.

When she regained some composure, she made me stand up. I placed a big, wet kiss right on her mound, and stood up. She smelled and tasted wonderful. She, in turn, knelt in front of me. She lathered up her hands with the sweet-scented bath soap, and gently cleaned my entire groin, reaching between my legs, and even washing around my butt-hole. Her finger gently probed my anus. She'd NEVER done anything like that before. I jerked at her soft touch. My cock started to rise out of its stupor.

"You like that, eh?"

"Oh yeah. Praise the Lord!"

"No profanity now."

"I'm not profaning anything. I meant it!"

She continued her cleaning ministrations. Back to my front, her hands, lathered up, gently stroked and cleaned my now throbbing cock. She leaned back a bit so the water from the shower could rinse me. Then she leaned forward and gently kissed the tip of my cock. She stuck her tongue out a little way, and licked away the drop of pre-cum that had oozed out. Then, watching my face for my reaction, she very obviously licked her lips and tasted me. Diane had always liked to touch my cock, and even had her pet name Rascal for it, but she would never, ever, before this, put her mouth even close to it. It had to do with her past, but that's a story for another time. I was definitely in Heaven now!

She kissed it again, very deliberately licked off the more copious pre-cum, teasing her tongue into the slit, and again, very deliberately showed me her tasting of it. I thought I might pass out from the sheer sensuality of just watching her. This was priceless!

"Tastes a little salty. But I kinda like it."

What? This beautiful young woman who for 8 years of marriage wouldn't put her mouth anywhere close to my cock, now all of a sudden likes the taste of my pre-cum? I staggered. I think I saw fireworks. My brain was overloaded. I think I heard a choir of angels.

"Halleluiah! Halleluiah!" But it was just me, shouting for the joy of it.

She grinned up at me. "Don't be vulgar." Vulgar? Me? She's the one licking my cock while I'm singing heavenly praises, and I'm vulgar? I think not! But her grin was one of mischief.

As I recovered from my epiphany, I thought it was over. Wrong!

"Rascal looks all hot and bothered. He looks like he's hurting. Maybe I should kiss him better, eh?"

I was expecting another one of those delightful little kisses and licks, but without any warning or hint of her intent, she engulfed the whole knob with her mouth! Speechless was I! Her tongue worked all around the glans. She drew back a bit and I felt her tongue probing the slit. Meanwhile, her hands got a firm grip and she began a gentle stroking motion that matched her ministry to the knob. She has a small mouth, and couldn't take much in, but what she did, felt absolutely marvelous! I couldn't believe my eyes! This was just too hot!

She sucked and stroked and licked and kissed. She was like a kid with a new toy. Whenever she took it out of her mouth to catch her breath, she cooed like a mother with a new baby.

"Oh, Rascal. Look at you. You're beautiful, you know. All big and grown up now! Do you like it when I do that to you? Oh, you do..."

She wasn't listening to anything I might have said. Her conversation was completely involved with her Rascal. And with little sweet nothings like that, I was on fire!

Her ministrations to my member finally took their toll. It didn't take long, either. I was almost over the top.

"Hon, I'm gonna cum, soon, ya better back off."

She just stroked and sucked harder, pressing her face into my groin. One hand dropped off my cock. She started rubbing that sweet little pussy, fingers twirling around her clit. Then she inserted two fingers and really started doing herself. This was another of her hang-ups from her past. Never before had she let me see her masturbate. I was rapidly becoming a babbling idiot! Too much at once! But, Oh God! I loved it.

All the while, she was sucking and stroking my raging boner. I thought I was hard when we had our hot fuck a few minutes ago, but Man! I was so hard now, it almost hurt. My hips started to buck. My knees were turning to rubber. I felt the sperm rising in my balls. This was going to be messy, I thought. She continued rubbing and frigging herself. Her hips started to hump and gyrate. I placed a hand on the back of her head to steady us both. She just kept working. I flung out one hand to grab the side of the shower stall and brace. My hips lurched. My balls felt like they were going to burst. Suddenly, Diane's fingers sped up working her snatch. She started jerking her hips. She came hard, and almost let go of me. TOO MUCH!! I EXPLODED! RELEASE! I felt the surge of semen erupting through and out my cock.

Diane held on, much to my surprise and delight! She took it all! Her mouth filled, and I saw her swallow. I couldn't believe it, and my cock just kept spitting and spitting. A little leaked out around the seal of her lips and dribbled down her chin. God! That was sexy! It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't believe how much I was coming, especially after that hot fuck in the bedroom. It felt like I squirted a gallon!

As my spend started to wind down, she kept me in her mouth, gently sucking and stroking, emptying me while she frigged herself to yet another orgasm. She let me fall out of her mouth with a little "Plop." I collapsed back against the shower wall and slithered down to sit facing her. Finally, she withdrew her fingers from herself. I took her hand, and licked her fingers clean. MMM-MMM! She tasted so-o-o-o good. She took her other hand and wiped the spill off her chin with her finger. Then she put it in her mouth and sucked off that little bit too. My brain reeled. All the while, those mischievous brown eyes were looking into mine. I was lost, hopelessly, and forever in love.

"MmmMmmm! That's finger lickin' good! I just LOVE the taste. Why didn't I ever do this before?"

Sensory overload! I passed out.

I came to my senses a few seconds later. She was gently kissing and cleaning my now flaccid penis with her mouth. She cooed and petted while she cleaned. "Rascal, you're such a good boy."

When she saw I was back among the living, she grinned widely, moved to my face, and kissed me. I could taste my own self on her, but it was heavenly! Finally, she reached over, turned off the water which by now was starting to cool down, and stood up out of the shower. What HAD come over her? She and I had good, even great sex, but this was on a level I had only experienced with one other person in my entire life, and Diane was starting to remind me of that person.

"Come dry me off. Then you gotta get dressed and get going or you'll be late." I staggered out of the shower. I wasn't sure I would be fit to drive.

We dried each other with love and tenderness, stopping frequently for tender little kisses. Too soon, it was over, and I headed back into the bedroom to get dressed. Despite the frenetic activity of the last little while, once I came down off the high, I felt strangely refreshed, even invigorated.

Diane threw on her robe over her lovely nakedness, and went to check on Jen. We had been very noisy with our lovemaking, but Jenny had slept through it all. I quickly dressed in my jeans and a flannel shirt for the drive to Bob's aunts. I glanced at the clock. 11:30! What seemed like an eternity had lasted less than an hour! Oh, but what an hour! I knew our relationship had taken a major step forward, and that was probably the understatement of the year!

Soon, I was ready to leave. Jen was up from her nap by then. I kissed her and gave her a big hug. I turned to her mother. "Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways..." as I took her in my arms. Oblivious to what Jenny might see, her robe fell fully open, and I pressed that wonderful little body to me. She returned my kiss with a passion that left us both gasping. I broke the clinch, and stepped away. If I didn't I might not be able to leave.

"I'll grab a bite to eat for lunch on the road. See you all on Sunday. I left the aunts' phone number on the night table if you need me. I'll call from the hotel to let you know I arrive safely."

I threw my bags in the truck, waved, and blew them both a kiss. I started the truck and started to pull away. The last I saw, Diane was standing on the porch with a dreamy look, holding Jenny's hand. Man! What a send off on what was otherwise a trip to perform a sad duty.

As I drove down the lane, I sighed in contentment. I started to fantasize about Diane in those cute little white shorts, but that picture started to dissolve into another vision in white shorts. Gradually, my mind re-focused, and I started to reminisce on the past. I had five hours of travel to get my memories in order.



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Chapter 3


My memories drifted back to the early summer of 1965. School was out. I had passed Grade 10 with honours. The weather was balmy, and I didn't have a care in the world. I'd done well in other areas of school, too. I was a platoon commander of the new Cadet Corps. I was starting centre for the Junior football team. The team had won our COSSA final the past fall. Life was good.

The only weak link in all this was girls. I didn't have one, and was so shy, I didn't have even a clue of how to ask one out. I was hoping this summer might get me over that hurdle. My new best friend, Bob Scott had the same problem, and we'd vowed to help each other out. As it turned out, Bob's help to me would come without his knowledge, and be greater than either of us ever dreamed.

Bob and I met through my cousin, Don. We were all into electronics and stuff like that. Bob and I hit it off right from the start. Soon, we were together constantly, working on projects and reading up on the latest developments in electronics. His dad was an electronic engineer, and we had access to all his monthly tech journals and magazines. Hobby-wise, we were in seventh heaven. It wasn't all hobbies, though. Bob and I shared the same taste in music (Beach Boys, Jan & Dean, the Righteous Brothers) and many other things. We could always find something to talk about, and were never bored with each others company.

We'd been to each others homes, and met each others families. Bob knew my folks and my two sisters. My third sister hadn't been adopted yet. I met his Mom and two little brothers. His dad was only home on weekends. I'd only met him once. He came in on a Friday night just as I was leaving, so all we got was a quick introduction. Bob had two sisters. I'd seen Riekie at school, but didn't know her. She'd always been out, or in her room when I was there, so we weren't formally introduced yet. She was two years ahead of me, although only a little over a year older and too beautiful for me to even go near. The seniors would have been pissed if I had even tried. His younger sister, Carol, I couldn't place at all. She didn't go to our school. She'd been there for Grade 9, but I didn't remember her. If she was in a different class, that was not unusual. She hadn't done well that year, so her folks pulled her out. They sent her to live with her aunts, a pair of spinster schoolmarms, for a year, to attend the school where they taught. The idea was to get her marks up to her parents' high standards. The aunts would tutor her at home as well. This was just Bob's other sister that I hadn't met, and wasn't expecting to.

I had borrowed a tape recorder from Bob for one of our projects, but he needed it back for the weekend so his dad could use it. I'd told Bob I would drop it off on the Friday. When Friday arrived, I loaded it in the carrier of my bike and headed off to his place to deliver it. I got to Bob's house, stuck the recorder under my arm, and knocked on the door. I'd expected Bob, his Mom, or one of the little boys to answer. Imagine my shock, when this vision (there's no other way to describe it, I was sure she wasn't real) opened the door. This marvelous apparition was dressed in white short shorts and a white man's shirt tied loosely under magnificent teenaged breasts, her midriff bare. Stunned, I just stared.

"Yes? Can I help you?" the most beautiful voice in the world asked. I knew instantly who she was. We'd never been introduced. I thought she was still at her aunts'. Bob never said a word about her being back home. Carol. Carol Anne Scott, to be precise. Don't ask me how I knew her full name. I just KNEW. It was instantly indelibly etched on my brain.

I dropped my eyes toward the ground so she wouldn't catch me staring, but that just filled my vision with the most gorgeous legs I've ever seen on a woman. To this day, I gauge all women's legs with Carol as the standard. Few have ever compared. My wife is the only one who ever even came close. I stammered. I broke out in a cold sweat. My tongue felt too big for my mouth. I had to make a couple tries to get my tongue working.

"Um... um... I-I b-brought Bob's tape recorder back. Is-is he home?" Getting those few words out without looking a total idiot was a major effort.

She laughed. Music! A siren song! All the most pleasant sounds in the world were wrapped up in that one small laugh. I was so insecure around any girl that I was petrified they would laugh at me as a clumsy moron, but this one was laughing from the sheer joy of life. I fell hopelessly in love.

"No, he's not. He had to go with Mom to carry the shopping bags. They went grocery shopping. They won't be back until supper time. He wasn't too happy to go. None of us likes to go shopping with Mom. He did say someone was going to drop by, and he didn't want to miss them. I guess that someone is you."

I relaxed a little, and finally was able to speak again.

"W-well, I'll just leave it here with you. I'll call Bob later tonight when he's home. Where can I put it?"

I looked up and suddenly, I was staring into the most brilliant, compelling blue eyes I had ever seen. They were framed in soft, reddish brown hair, cut short. She was beautiful, and I was mesmerized! Her eyes had a merry twinkle. Then they seemed to change a little, as if she suddenly saw me for the first time. I felt the shock of some kind of mutual recognition, as something akin to an electric current passed between us. There was a long pause, almost an eternity. I found it almost impossible to pull my gaze away from hers.

Finally, almost with a visible shake of her lovely head, she broke the gaze. Now she stammered a bit herself.

"It's... It's a little too heavy for me to carry. C-can you carry it in and put in the porch? I-I'll show you where."

She turned and led me toward the back of the porch to a table just outside the dining room door. As she moved away from me, she seemed to flow with feline grace. I couldn't keep my eyes off those exquisite legs. Her buttocks rose and fell seductively in her tight shorts. I was lost again. Sproing! My penis sprang to full attention, as only a teenaged cock on hormone overdrive can, tenting out the front of my shorts. My hands were full of heavy tape recorder, so there was no way I could adjust myself to make it less obvious. I was absolutely mortified.

She turned to face me, pointing at the table.

"You can put it down..." Her glance fell to my crotch, then hesitantly back to my face. Her eyes got big, nervous. She paled, like she'd seen a ghost. "... Th-there."

Then her face started to get red. I freaked. I thought this girl was getting pissed off! I was dying! Here's the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on in all my 15 years, and I blow it by getting an enormous erection. I only wanted to crawl away into a hole somewhere and die. I don't blush very often, but I know I did that time. I froze, my face burning. I couldn't speak. I think my mouth was moving, but nothing came out.

Finally she spoke and saved me. "I-I s-said you can put it on this table."

Her tone was neutral, like she was getting a grip on her temper. I gathered up my courage, what was left of my dignity, and set it on the table.

I turned away quickly, aiming for the exit. "T-tell B-Bob I'll call him tonight."

"Ok. See you." Non-committal, just a standard teenage goodbye.

"Yeah... see ya."

And I was outta there. I never did tell her my name. I don't know how I made it back home. I went straight to my room. I fell on the bed, curled up into a little ball, and tried to disappear. Except... my boner was still raging. Confined in my shorts it was actually painful. To relieve the hurt, I shoved my shorts off my hips. My cock sprang straight up in the air, then slapped back against my belly. Absently, at first, mostly to ease the pain caused by the confinement, I started to gently stroke it. As I did, a perfect image of that glorious vision of femininity, Carol Anne Scott, came roaring into my mind... 

Suddenly, my hand was moving in short, rapid strokes. In near record time, I came rope after rope after rope of hot, white, sticky sperm. It shot off all over the place. I made quite a mess. I got up, wiped up the mess with an old tee shirt. I put my shorts back on, and lay back down on the bed. The vision of Carol was still floating before my eyes. My embarrassment and humiliation returned. I curled up in a ball again, and quietly cried myself to sleep.

I woke to Mom calling me to supper. I joined the family, feeling sheepish. I was sure they could all see my shame. I was sure there was a big 'P' for pervert branded in my forehead. But, no one seemed to notice anything strange, and supper proceeded normally. I even managed to get into one of those interminable arguments with my sister Val. She's 15 months younger than me, and was going through that tough adolescent stage all girls do. We usually got along very well, but I was definitely out of sorts. It was easy to get her wound up, and it helped relieve my own tension. I know it was cruel. We made up over it years later, but that night, it helped me partially restore my sanity.

After supper, I went back to my room to work on one of my models. I still wasn't comfortable in public, even the limited public of my family, for long. I was building a 1/48 scale model of a Dehavilland Mosquito light bomber. My Dad had served on them during the War, and I wanted this one to be perfect. It even had the markings for his old RCAF squadron.

I'd told Carol I would call her brother. I couldn't. I was petrified she'd answer the phone and chew me out for being some sex-crazed animal. Bob saved me the potential embarrassment. He called me. I heard the phone ring. Mom answered it. She called up the stairs. "Dave! Telephone! I think it's Bob!"

I took my time going down to answer. I was nervous. What had Carol told her brother? Was he going to chew me a new asshole too?

"H-Hello?"

"Hi! Bob, Bob Scott here."

"Yeah Bob, I knew that. What's up?"

"I see you brought the machine back. Thanks. Carol told me you were gonna call after supper. When you didn't, I decided to call you instead."

"Oh, I was busy working on the Mossie. Sorry. You didn't tell me Carol was home."

Half accusatory, my voice was tired, a little withdrawn.

"She came in late after I talked to you last night. We didn't know she was coming home, either. We were expecting her next week, when the Aunts went to the cottage, but they decided to leave early so she could be home for the weekend. I guess she did pretty good in school this year. They brought all her stuff back with them. I guess she's gonna be back in school here this year. She's real happy 'bout that."

"Did she say anything to you about me?"

I was fishing. Bob sounded like his usual self, so it didn't sound like she'd said anything other than that I was there and dropped off the machine. My relief was palpable, but I still had to check out the ground.

His voice dropped lower, almost conspiratorially.

"What happened today between you two?"

His voice carried too much inflection. I was instantly on guard. Oh no, she did say something!

"N-nothing! Why?"

"She won't leave me alone! She keeps pestering me about this friend of mine who came to the house today. I wouldn't even tell her your name. She just keeps asking me these questions,"

"What kind of questions?"

Still on guard, my fertile imagination expected she was gathering information on that pervert, so she could have me arrested, or have one of Riekie's Senior friends beat me up.

"Oh, you know... 'What's his name?' 'Where does he live?' 'What is he like?' 'Does he have a girl friend?'... That sort of thing. I think you made an impression on her. You know, she's never even had a date yet, let alone a boyfriend. When she asks about you, she gets all dreamy eyed. She's scaring me."

Not half as scared as me! But... from Bob's description, she didn't sound angry at all! From his perspective it sounded like she was actually interested -- in me! Maybe she's just checking up on me, just like I would have with her under better circumstances. Now I'm really starting to examine the experience with her. Do girls check out guys physically, the way we do girls? When I popped that boner, was she simply checking out the equipment? That red face: not anger, as I thought, but embarrassment that I saw her checking me out? Embarrassed like I would have been if I'd been caught looking down her cleavage? A light went on in my head. I had a minor epiphany... Maybe Bob could answer a few of my own questions.

"Anything else, Bob?"

"No, she just keeps asking me the same things over and over. She won't leave me alone. I wasn't sure what to say, so I've been brushing her off. What do you want me to tell her?"

Now that the light was on, I was truly beginning to see. The answer to his question was obvious.

"The truth, Bob, the truth. Answer her questions the best you can. I don't have anything to hide. But you can answer one of mine: how old is your sister?"

Bob suddenly became incredibly dense.

"Which one?"

Duh! "The one we're talking about. What's her name... Carol?"

I didn't want to let him know that her name was burned indelibly into my brain. Not yet, anyway.

"Oh, her. She turned 16 in March"

Great! I would turn 16 in August. That meant she's only 5 months older than me! Oh! Life was starting to look good again!

"Can we stop talking about my stupid sister? You wanna know stuff about her, ask her yourself. I've got a notion to tell her the same about you. I got better things to talk about than her. Like how's the Mossie coming? Did you get the stuff for that amp? My Dad says he'll help us design the circuit."

I realized it was not time to push it, and let the conversation drift off to other topics. My mind wasn't into it though. That vision in white short shorts floated up in front of my eyes again. But now, it was one to be savored, not feared. My mind wandered... 

I drifted back to reality. "... capacitors, and we'll need a couple audio transformers. I don't know where we can get the tubes, they're so expensive. Maybe we can redesign for solid state with Dad's help. I think Dad can get us some heavy power transistors from his work. He's always bringing stuff home for me to experiment with."

Bob had been going on about an amplifier we'd been working on. I finally got back into the conversation. After a few more minutes, we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I headed back to my room, but this time, I think I floated up the stairs. She hadn't freaked! She actually wanted to know more about me! She was interested in me -- me! What a concept! That night I slept the sleep of the innocent and the just.

The next day was a Saturday. I woke up refreshed. I had my usual morning erection. Instead of running into the bathroom to piss it away as I usually did, I conjured up my vision, and quickly stroked myself to orgasm. Like yesterday, I shot all over the place and made a mess. But today, there was no guilt, just pleasant release.

I didn't see Bob that day. His folks had taken the whole family on some annual beach outing, one of the reasons the Aunts' brought Carol home early. Bob had invited me way back when, but I'd had to refuse, because my own folks had similar plans for today, the church picnic. I was expected to attend. Even though I wanted to see Carol again, I was actually glad I couldn't go with them. I didn't think I could stand being around her for a full day, especially at a beach. Not yet, anyway. Seeing her in a swim suit might just be too much! I went with my folks to the church picnic, ate a lot of good food, and had fun swimming. We were back home early.

Bob called again that night.

"Man! I wish you coulda come with us today!"

"Why?"

"I didn't have much fun at all. It was boring without another guy my own age to talk to. The little boys played together on the beach, and had fun. I helped them build a sand castle. That was OK for awhile, but then they went off with some other little kids they met, and I was by myself. The girls had a good time, at least the way they were giggling all the time. Riekie and Carol are buddies, and they had a lot of catching up to do, I guess. How was your day?"

Poor Bob! I understood. It's not easy being the only teenage male in a house dominated by females. But my mind wandered again. Now I had a vision of not one, but two, nubile bodies in bikinis, but my mind was focused on the younger of the two.

"I had a pretty good time, actually. The food was good. There were lots of girls to look at, and there were a couple guys our age. We had a good time swimming. But we didn't stay long. Dad has to work tonight."

"Shit. Here they come!"

I could hear giggling and squealing in the background.

"Who ya talkin' to, Bobby? A gi-i—r-rl?"

I heard Bob snort, then, muffled, as if he had his hand over the mouthpiece.

"No, Stupid! I'm talking to Dave, the one you've been pestering me about! Now leave us alone. We've got important things to discuss!"

There was silence while the female voices digested that information. I heard one, in a stage whisper, say

"Let her talk to him."

Bob, sounding incredulous. "Wha-a-at?"

And another female whisper. "No! I wouldn't know what to say".

That did it for me! Resolve stated to form. Suddenly emboldened (where does the boy disappear and the man appear?), I spoke up.

"Bob!" he couldn't hear me. He had the phone away from his ear. I shouted "BOB! BOB!"

He finally heard me. "Sorry, Dave, where were we?"

"Was that Carol? Is she still there?"

"Yeah. They're both here pestering me. I can hardly hear you over them. They're really starting to piss me off. Sisters! Bah!"

"Put Carol on."

"What? You want to talk to her? EEww! You're as bad as them."

Bob is almost a year younger than me. Although we'd talked about girls, and getting fixed up this summer, he didn't quite get it yet, and this was his stupid sister! Nobody was interested in sisters! I know. I kind of felt the same way about Val. Maybe I should reevaluate (pun intended).

"Yeah, I would like to ask her something."

I was getting bolder by the moment.

"Hang on, I'll ask her, but..."

He didn't finish. He must have covered the mike properly this time. I could hear muffled voices. Then a female squeal. Then silence. I heard someone picking the phone back up.

That wonderful voice I dreamed about! "H-h-hello?"

My newfound confidence and bravado evaporated. I was a quivering mass of jelly. Then I clued. Her voice sounded as nervous and insecure as me! She sounded timid and a little scared. With this new and profound realization, my confidence started to return!

"Hi! Carol?"

Great opening? My ass! But at least I sounded confident, even to my own quaking ears, and it was a beginning.

"Y-yes?"

Good! She's still a little unsure. Press the point home! Nuts! What if she says 'no'? Oh, I couldn't handle that! I faltered, but pressed on. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!

"I'm Dave. We met the other day... I-I was wondering... Would you like to go out to a movie or something w-with me?"

There! I'd done it.

"A-a movie? W-with y-you?"

Uh-oh! Here it comes! Rejection! She thinks I'm a complete dork, and she only came to the phone because Bob asked her.

"I-I don't know."

She sounded hesitant. There was a silence on the line. Suddenly, there was again muffled conversation. I did hear Carol say to someone "What do I say?" More muffled conversation, and another female giggle. She came back on the line.

Her voice sounded more confident

"O-Ok! When do you want to go?"

My heart leaped. SUCCESS! I almost missed the important part of her question "When... ?"

This was Saturday. No movies on Sunday (this is small town Ontario in the mid-sixties, remember). But, there was a movie every other night. I didn't want to sound too eager.

"Would Tuesday be OK?"

Tuesday also happened to be cheap-seat night, but I didn't even think about that. Still, it made a lot of sense, when kids in those days didn't have the free cash they do today.

"Ok!"

She was sounding more enthusiastic.

"Early show or late show? I prefer the early show. Then we could go to Long's for a sundae afterward."

You smooth-talking devil you.

"The early show is fine. I don't know if I can go to Long's. I have to be home by 10. Mom said so."

Parents! Oh well, take what you can get, Dave.

Full of myself now, I took charge, making plans.

"Ok, I'll meet you at your house Tuesday night at 7. We can walk down to the show, and be there in lots of time before it starts. Is that OK with you?"

The ice was broken. The conversation flowed more freely. Still a little stilted, but coming along.

"OK, D-Dave. I'll see you Tuesday night. Do you want to speak to Bob some more?"

I'd much rather just listen to you breathe... but mission accomplished, I better cash my chips and bug out. Leave an opening, though.

"Yeah, we still got some stuff to work out, unless there's something else... ?"

"No, that's OK. Here's Bob again. And Dave? Thank you."

What? She's thanking me? It never occurred to my fevered 15 year old mind that the girls were usually as nervous as the boys. Remember your manners, son!

"Oh, you're welcome! The pleasure's all mine. And thank you, too!"

"Here's Bob."

"Bob here."

My eyes rolled. I know that, Bob. Oh well, he says it all the time.

"Are they gone?"

"Yeah. What'd you say to her? She's gone all cow-eyed. I can hear them up in their room now. They're all tee-heeing and giggly. Shit! And now they're squealing again. What a racket! They're gonna get Dad pissed off."

"Uh, all I said was thank you."

Just then, I heard a loud masculine voice call out "Quiet down up there. Don't make me come up there!"

Bob spoke up again. "Thank God for that. I never thought I'd be glad to hear Dad yell at some of us kids, but at least they're quiet now, and I can hear. Now let's get on with our project."

Someone interrupted Bob. Again I heard the louder masculine voice in the background. I didn't hear much except "My little girl has her first date, eh? Well, well. No wonder they're making such a fuss." And then he laughed! I felt good.

Bob and I wrapped up our conversation. We laid out our equipment list. His dad was going to pick up some parts for us when he went back to work. I felt so good; I was able to keep focused on what we talked about. We said our goodbyes, and hung up.



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Chapter 4


Tuesday was painfully slow dragging around. Every night, Bob and I spoke on the phone. We were in the middle of haying on the farm, so I wasn't able to hang out at his place like we wanted. Our project was falling behind. I spoke to Carol once. She came on the line just to say hello, then she was gone, Bob pushing her away, so we could work on our projects. But that one sweet greeting made my day.

Finally, Tuesday night, and I was a jumble of nerves. I was scared half to death of making a fool of myself, and excited by my first date with this wonderful creature. Dad drove me into Carol's. He knew I was nervous. Before I got out of the car, he put his hand on my shoulder and gave a little squeeze.

"You'll do all right, Son. Treat her like a lady, and you'll do fine. Treat her like shit, or act stupid, and you'll lose her before you get started."

Good advice: treat her like a lady. It still works today.

I knocked on the door. I thought maybe Bob might answer, but Carol herself answered the door. I found out later that she sat at the dining room window, watching for our car, so she would be the first to get to the door. Apparently she was as excited as me! And there she was! I'd hoped for her other outfit, the one I'd first seen, but it was a little cool tonight. She was wearing a nice sweater that hugged her teenage breasts wonderfully, and a pair of not-too-tight, but form fitting slacks. Sensibly attired, but still gorgeous, and what was that delicious scent? Our eyes met, and held for a few, intense seconds. I was smitten all over again.

She smiled. "Hi. Please come in. We're not quite ready yet"

We? I thought it was a date with just the two of us.

"Hi, yourself! You look nice! I really like your perfume."

She actually batted her eyes and blushed! Score one for Dad! I like this being a gentleman! She looked so adorable, I almost lost it again. Fortunately, I'd worn a tight pair of jeans (tight, ball-crushing jeans were all the rage then), so any tumescence was easily kept to a polite minimum, even if it hurt like hell. She looked and smelled HOT.

I followed her into the house. Once again, I was mesmerized by the gentle tic-toc motion of her buttocks as she moved ahead of me. I knew everybody, except Riekie, who I had seen, but never been introduced until now. Up close, Riekie was even more lovely than I remembered from school. She was also very easy going, and I instantly felt comfortable with her. Lovely as she was, though, my eyes that night were only for Carol. Carol made the formal introduction. Her mother came out to meet me. She welcomed me like a member of the family, and put me at ease. Bob came down stairs.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

Carol blushed. Riekie caught it, and spoke up. "Oh, we're sorry, Dave. When Dad heard it was Carol's first date, he insisted that Bob and I go with you. Mom thought he was being silly, but that was his rule. We did get him to let her stay out to 11, though, because we're going to be with you. So we can all go to Long's after the movie, if you still want to..."

Who did Bob Sr. think I was? Attila the Hun, out to rape and pillage his little girl? Then again, she looked so hot, maybe he was wiser than I thought... 

I shrugged it off. "That's OK. I understand. My dad made the same rule for Val." Carol visibly relaxed. That let me relax.

"Is everyone ready now? OK! Lets go watch a movie!"

We left, and walked the short distance to the show. Carol walked beside me, Riekie and Bob brought up the rear. We talked about silly teen age things. School, cars, what we like to do, that sort of thing. I found out that Carol was something of an artist, and loved to draw. She wanted to go to ArtCollege after high school.

When we got to the theatre, I paid for Carol's and my tickets. Riekie and Bob each paid their own way. At least I was allowed to pay my girl's way! My girl! Another profound concept! My girl! I liked the sound of that. I don't remember much of the movie. Carol sat beside me the whole time. She, like me was a little stiff, at first, but as Riekie and Bob kept up a constant low level banter we were able to relax. I was electrified.

Our shoulders were in constant contact because of the seat design in that old theatre. I was getting off on that little bit of physical contact. Her arm was resting on the armrest between our seats. I had to keep my hands in my lap. Half-way through the movie, my arms were getting cramped from sitting like that. Without thinking, I stretched a bit to loosen my shoulders. I forgot her arm was occupying the lone arm rest, and promptly put my hand on hers. She jumped a little at the sudden contact. I realized what I'd done, and gently started to pull away, but suddenly, I found some very warm and welcome fingers entwine through mine. Our hand holding was a little stiff and guarded at first, but soon we both relaxed. By the end of the movie, her head was even leaning a bit on my shoulder, and our hand holding had become totally natural. I was in seventh heaven. Needless to say, my 15 year old cock was in a permanent state of arousal.

When the movie let out, we were so comfy, we didn't want to move, for fear of spoiling the moment. But we had to go, so I got up first. My hard-on had gone down a bit, and with the tight jeans was down my leg, instead of tenting out in front, but it was still noticeable. As she turned in her seat to get up, Carol's eyes were level with my dick. I heard her catch her breath a bit. Her eyes grew big, but there was no fear in them. She smiled up at me. I held out my hand to help her up. She took it and kept it. We walked out of the theatre holding hands.

As we strolled up the street toward Long's Restaurant, holding hands with my girl (My girl! God! I could get used to that!), I heard Riekie and Bob giggling behind us. I looked back to see what they were on about. When I did, they shut up. Next thing I know, Riekie cruised up on my open side, and slipped her arm through mine.

"If it's good enough for Carol, it's good enough for me."

She laughed. Right then, it was the perfect thing for her to have done. Carol squeezed my hand a little tighter, and cuddled in a lot closer. Her offhand crossed over and gripped my arm so she could pull herself in. I had it made!

There I was, walking up the street. Arm-in-arm and holding hands with two of the most beautiful girls in town! I felt like the king of the world.

We got to the restaurant, and ordered our snacks. When they came, Carol and I had the devil's own time trying to eat gooey sundaes and still hold hands. We didn't ever want to let go. Necessity and practicality won out over new love, though, and we separated long enough to finish our treats. I think we raced to see who would finish first. We kept stealing glances at each other, and we giggled constantly. It's a wonder we didn't choke ourselves, wolfing down our sundaes and giggling at the same time. Finally, the sundaes were done, and our hands automatically joined. As our hands came together, Carol sighed contentedly, and laid her head on my shoulder. Riekie and Bob both noticed. They weren't finished yet, and they left us to ourselves. Neither of them said anything to embarrass us. They were true friends. While Riekie and Bob took their time finishing their treats, Carol and I just cuddled side by side, rhythmically squeezing each other's hand. We talked a little bit. The other two kept up a lively chatter until it was time to leave.

Back on the street, Riekie steered Bob in front if us. Carol and I brought up the rear this time. We just held hands, and strolled along. She still had her head on my shoulder. It couldn't have been all that comfortable for her to walk that way, but I sure enjoyed it. Finally, as we strolled up a darkened street toward their house, I broke our grip, and quietly slid my right arm around her waist. She stiffened a bit, then relaxed. Her head lay fully on my shoulder now, and she seemed a lot more comfortable. We were still holding hands, but now she had her right hand on mine, and she was squeezing it delightfully.

We got back to their house. Riekie said something quietly to Bob, and they slipped into the house, leaving Carol and I alone out side. I brought my arm around, bringing her with it, so she was facing me. She looked up into my eyes. I was lost in their depths.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Mmm-hmm. A really good time."

"Can we do it again?"

"Mmm-hmm. Just say when."

Our faces were coming close together. I saw her nervously wet her lips with her tongue. It was so erotic, I almost lost it.

"How 'bout Saturday? Roller skating?"

"OK..."

Our lips touched. Lightly. It wasn't the kiss that killed Cleopatra and Marc Anthony, but it was great for us. Our lips barely touched, but that simple touch was electric for both of us. We drew back slowly, both breathing hard, though really we had done very little.

"It's getting close to curfew. We'd better go in before your Mom comes looking."

We stared into each others eyes for a few more minutes, then went into the house.

I called Dad. He came and picked me up. Carol saw me to the door. When she thought no one was looking, she reached up and gave me a little peck on the lips.

"See you Saturday."

"See you Saturday."

I floated on a cloud out to the car.

Dad saw me coming, grinning like a fool.

"Christ! The women claimed another good man, I think. I'll be lucky to get any work out of you now. You'll just be mooning around over that young filly and be absolutely useless." Then he laughed in delight. I just kept grinning like a fool. "That good, huh?" He shook his head and took me home.

That was my first date with Carol Anne Scott. It was NOT our last. We went to the show every Tuesday and roller skating every Saturday. As the summer progressed, so did we. Her dad still made Riekie and Bob chaperone us on dates, but they were true friends. They let us have as much private space as we needed, and still, maintain propriety. We were only able to kiss good night. That was the only time, for a very few precious minutes, that we were allowed to be truly alone. Riekie, and even boorish Bob, sensed our need for this time to ourselves, and made themselves scarce.

On our fourth date (that would be week 2), when we kissed good night, something happened. From our usual light embrace and tender kiss, suddenly our bodies were pressed hard against each other. My arms were around her, pulling her in close, as if I was trying to merge the two into one. Her arms were wrapped so tight around my neck, I thought it might break.

As our lips pressed against each other's, I instinctively opened my mouth to breathe. At about the same time, she did the same. Suddenly, we were kissing full open-mouthed. Our heads had turned slightly, and we able to breath as we made out. Instinctively, my tongue probed her mouth, and she welcomed it in! I swear I heard the Halleluiah chorus! Then her tongue was invading my mouth. We tasted each other. We swapped spit. It was glorious! We were so involved, the world could have burned down around us, and we would not have known — or cared. We tongue-dueled for an eternity, moaning into each other's mouths. Her body was pressed up against mine. My erection was raging. Somehow it didn't matter anymore. I was no longer embarrassed about it. Maybe feeling her mons pressed tight against it, gently squirming, had a lot to do with it. All I knew was, having an erection around this wonderful being, was no longer a problem. It even seemed that under the right circumstances it might be welcomed... 

"Ahem!"

We thought we heard something.

"AHEM!!"

We were sure we heard something, but were too involved to investigate. More sucking and moaning.

"A-A-HE-E-E-E-M-M!!!"

We finally broke apart to see what all the racket was. There was Riekie. She looked a little flushed. She pointed at her watch, but didn't utter a word. We nodded. She turned and went back in the house.

We were both breathing hard and fast. I held her loosely in my arms. We stood gazing, love struck, into the other's eyes as our breathing settled down to near normal. Carol had the most delightful flush on her face. Somehow, I instinctively knew what caused it.

"Wow. That was awesome! Was it good for you, too? I wanted to never let go. That was the most intense thing I've ever felt!"

I was babbling. She just stepped a little closer, with her hands on my chest. She laid her head against my chest and cooed contentedly.

She looked up. "Oh Dave, that was wonderful."

From the tone of her voice, and the look in her eyes, if I wasn't madly in love with her before, I most certainly was now.

Finally, fearing Riekie might come back out, or worse, her mother, we strolled into the house, holding hands. Riekie met us just inside the door.

"Oh good, here you are. I was afraid Mom was gonna come get you. I didn't want that. You guys looked just so hot! I didn't want to break it up, but I had to."

Riekie as friend went up another notch in my estimation. We may have been 'hot', but she was cool.

"Dave, you better call your dad. It's later than usual. I bet they're starting to get worried."

I went to call my dad. While I was on the phone, I heard Riekie exclaim to Carol in her patented stage whisper.

"You guys were really Frenching? It looked so-o-o hot. Joanne told me Frenching was gross, but if it makes you look like you two, I want some!" I know she was trying to keep it quiet. Her mother didn't hear, but I did.

My dad arrived a few minutes later. Carol walked me to the door. She was looking dreamy-eyed. I saw Riekie peeking around the door frame at the other end of the porch. I couldn't resist. I pulled Carol to me. We embraced torridly. Our lips met in one last, lingering French kiss. I heard a gasp and a thump. I think Riekie fainted. I know Carol and I almost did. We both staggered when we separated a lifetime later. We didn't say anything to each other. We didn't have to. Our eyes said it all. I finally let her go, and floated out to the car. Dad had seen it all. We were framed in the doorway with the light behind us. He didn't say a thing. He just grinned.

Strangely enough, despite Dad's dire prediction to the contrary, instead of mooning around over this girl, I felt invigorated, charged up. I worked harder than I ever did. It felt good, too. We soon had the hay done for that year. The weather that year had been fantastic. The hay came on early and abundant. We were able to get started earlier than usual, and finished early. We hadn't been milking for several years and now raised beef. They were on pasture, only needing an occasional fence check, so there weren't many chores. We sold off all the pigs in the spring, and didn't get any more because the pork market was so depressed. I finally had some free time besides evenings until the grain came on in late July, early August.

I hung out with the Scott kids every day and the four of us became inseparable. Carol and I had that special bond. Her brother and sister knew it, and respected it. They gave us lots of time to be alone, now. We weren't on formal dates except on Tuesday and Saturday nights, so they figured their dad's rule could be bent.

Carol and I didn't waste that time alone, either. We explored our new-found passion. We frequently ended up in a French clinch, tongues probing, mouths sucking. I know we had an audience several times. I caught glimpses of Riekie slipping away when she thought she wasn't seen. I told Carol what I thought I'd seen. She just giggled and said, that pretty as she was and a year older, Riekie had less experience with boys than she did, and she thought she just wanted to learn by observation — the 'scientific method'.

If Riekie wanted to be a voyeur, that was Ok by me. Whenever I thought she was watching, I'd give Carol a little nudge, and we'd turn the heat up even more, just for Riekie's benefit. But we didn't spend all our time necking, either. We spent time just walking, holding hands, or my favourite, with my arm around her waist, and her holding that hand with hers, her head on my shoulder. When we weren't together, we spent hours on the phone. Sometimes we wouldn't talk, just listen to the other breathe. First love, for us, was in full bloom. I don't think it ever gets any sweeter than that. We talked and joked and played and learned about each other. It was an idyll.

A couple times, during some of our heavier necking sessions, my hand strayed to her breast. I never tried to get my hand inside her top. I especially avoiding going below her waist. That would be expecting too much. She'd allow it for a few minutes, and even arch her back and moan in obvious enjoyment. But then, she'd gently push my hand away, and whisper.

"Stop. I like that, I like it too much, but somebody might see us. We have to be careful. We don't want my parents to stop us seeing each other."

She was absolutely right. Carol didn't mind me touching her. She even enjoyed it, but it just wasn't safe. With Riekie sneaking up to watch us all the time, it was just too risky to try anything more intimate. While she thought our necking was "hot", and liked to watch, I had the very strong feeling Riekie would freak out and make it difficult for us if she thought we were doing anything else.

One day, somewhere around the end of June, the haying was almost finished. I had a free day, so was naturally at the Scotts' -- with Carol. We were lying together on a blanket in their back yard. Riekie and Bob figured we were safe out here, so they left us alone, and went to do their own things. It was a quiet, peaceful day. Warm, beautiful. High, fluffy clouds gently floating past. A perfect early summer day. One for just lazing around. Her mom knew we were out there, so we didn't get into any of our really torrid clinches. We just lay back on the blanket and watched the clouds drift by, Carol cuddled under my arm. Occasionally, we'd exchange soft, tender, loving kisses. Carol seemed to have something on her mind. Finally, she turned to me, a questioning look on her face.

"That first day we met?..."

I went on guard.

"Yeah?"

"How did you feel? When you first met me... that day... I mean?"

She was fishing for something. My dad always told me, regardless of the outcome ALWAYS tell the truth. But, I wasn't sure where she was going with this, so I fished a little myself.

"What do you mean? I think it's obvious. I liked you, at least enough to ask you out 2 days later."

I gave her a little truth, enough; I hoped to find out what she really wanted.

"Not that, Silly. How did you feel. I can't explain it right, I guess. Let me try again: what was your first reaction -- to me?"

Finally! But what would I tell her? Another light went on in my head ( I'd soon have enough of those to light a stadium I think). Another epiphany! (If I had any more of these, I'd have to take the cloth!) Here was my golden opportunity to actually tell her how I felt. We'd inferred it by touch and look, but never verbalized it. I just had to be careful. I didn't want to scare her off by being too emotional. Yeah, right! As soon as I opened my mouth, the whole thing just poured out. ALL OF IT.

"You want it from the beginning?"

A soft nod. A breathed,"Yes..."

Once I got started, it just rushed out without interruption until I just sort of ran down.

"When you opened that door, I thought I was seeing a vision. I was staggered, I was stunned. You were just too beautiful to be real. And when you gave that little laugh, I though an angel sang just for me. I tried not to look at your body. I didn't want to make myself look like a total lecher, so I tried to look at the ground. All I saw was legs. Do you know you have the most incredibly beautiful legs I've ever seen? I doubt if I will ever see any more lovely or desirable (I was right, too). Then I looked up. The most amazing blue eyes, and I was lost in them. When our eyes met, they didn't just meet, they locked. There was something incredibly powerful that passed between us, some message, some electrical force!

"OH, I can't explain it, but it was POWERFUL. I knew INSTANTLY who you were, your full name. Everything! Carol Anne Scott! Bob had never mentioned any more than his sister Carol. I don't know how I knew, I just KNEW, and it's burned in my heart forever. And I knew that I LOVED Carol Anne Scott. Totally. Completely. Unreservedly. The instant our eyes met I knew I was totally, helplessly in love. Then you showed me where to put the machine. I followed you up the porch. Your hips and legs mesmerized me. I got hard. When you saw it, I thought my life was over, that you thought I was a pervert or something! I was utterly destroyed. I rushed home, locked myself in my room, and cried. I'd just met the girl, no, woman, of my dreams, and I blew it because I couldn't control my body. I was devastated."

I wound down and started to blubber.

"And now you probably do hate me for saying all that stuff, but I have to tell you, no matter what you think of me: Carol Anne Scott, I love you with all my soul."

I looked at her. There were tears in her eyes, too. She raised herself up at bit, and looked down at me. Strangely, her moist eyes were full of love and longing.

"That is the most beautiful thing I ever heard! Let me tell you my side. When you first came to the door, I saw a nice looking boy. He was one of Bob's friends. He wouldn't want anything to do with some old sister of Bob's, but he looked kinda cute. Then, when our eyes met, I felt the same thing you did. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty sure, that MY MAN was standing right there in front of me. I had a funny urge to throw myself in his arms right then. I think the only things that held me back were that big machine he was carrying and I didn't know who he was. I didn't even know his name!

"I never believed in love at first sight. I thought it was something that only happened in movies and Harlequin Romances. I couldn't quite grasp it, but I felt it. And then when you got hard and I saw it, I was so embarrassed that you saw me looking! When you rushed out, I thought you thought I was some street slut. I didn't go to my room and cry, but I did go there and dream. I think if I'd known your name, I wouldn't have been so slow to realize what I was feeling, and probably would have cried too.

"That one unknown kept me second guessing. And then you somehow managed to figure some things out. A heck of a lot faster than I did! When I heard your voice on the phone that first time, you said 'Hi! Carol?' My heart melted, and that's when I finally knew for sure. I loved this boy! I LOVED him, more than life itself. I almost fainted with that realization.

"That's why I asked you just now how you felt when you met me. I wanted to know if it was as powerful for you as it was for me. If it wasn't then I would have to get out before I really got hurt. You're my first, and only, boyfriend. I have no experience to judge by. Am I making any sense? And now I find out not only was it as powerful for you, I think it was maybe even more powerful, and I'm humbled. All I know right now, is listening to you pour your heart out has just about torn mine out with love. I just want to be with you forever. Now, what do you think of me?"

She flopped down on her back and stared blankly at the sky, spent from pouring her heart out.

I was completely overwhelmed. My heart was bursting with so much love, I could hardly breathe. That I loved Carol Anne Scott to the end of time was never in doubt for me. That she reciprocated that love, beyond all hope and expectation was almost beyond comprehension. I lay there, looking at the clouds for a few minutes, sorting and filing this new data, and to fully savor the absolute JOY I felt. Finally, I lifted up on my arm, and faced her. What's this? Tears were flowing down her cheeks, she was sobbing.

Gently, I lowered my face to hers and kissed the tears. Surprised she turned toward me.

"Why the tears, Carol Anne Scott? We just professed our mutual undying love, and you're sad? What did I do to make you so unhappy?"

"N-n-not unhappy... S-s-scared!"

I kissed hers eyes, brushed gently past her lips.

"Why?"

"Y-you were quiet so long... I thought I'd overdone it and scared you away. I was petrified you'd leave me. I know I wanted to hear what you felt, but I wasn't sure how you'd take what I felt. I scared myself."

Her hand came up behind my head and stroked my hair.

I continued to brush my lips past her eyes, kissing away the tears.

"How I'd take it? JOY! Absolute JOY! Against all hope, you told me what I wanted, no, longed to hear! It was so overwhelming, it took my breath away. I needed a few minutes to be able to even speak."

"You still love me?"

I laughed delightedly.

"No, Silly, I LOVE you... more than I can possibly describe."

I was close to tears again myself, only of happiness.

"Oh, you're making me cry again, but it's a happy cry now. I love you so much!"

Despite the probability of being caught, we dissolved into a soul-searing kiss that lasted and lasted. When we broke, we were facing each other on the blanket. We exchanged little love kisses all over each others face. Eyes, ears, noses, cheeks, little lip pecks. The tenderness and love was overwhelming. Gradually we slowed down, cuddled close in each others arms. Murmuring sweet nothings, we drifted off into a dreamless sleep in the late afternoon lazy sunshine. We only came to when someone called us in for supper.

Our relationship had reached a new level. There was a new depth, a maturity, an open honesty that seemed almost beyond our years. Our friends noticed, but reserved comment. We developed a new respect for each other. As the days passed, we found more of each other to know and love. We still played and laughed and joked and talked and carried on like any other teenagers experiencing the first bloom of love. But when we looked into each others eyes, there was a "je-ne-sais-quoi' quality. Poorly described, it said we had each found our soul mate.

We went on like this, all through the rest of June and into early July.



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Chapter 5


Carol's mother broke the news to us. From mid-July, to the end of August, the whole family was going to be at the cottage. I was devastated. My love was being taken away from me. I knew she'd be back at the end of summer, but I was petrified she'd meet some other guy, and forget all about me. The cottage was several hours away. I couldn't just have my dad run me over there whenever I wanted to visit. Carol thought I'd meet another girl while she was away, and that I'd forget about her. Bob didn't like it either. Although I spent a lot of my time with Carol, as we continued to develop our relationship, Bob and I were still buddies. We enjoyed working on our various projects, or just hanging out. Bob Sr. and Dolly Scott had three very unhappy teenagers on their hands. Make that four, because with Carol miserable, Riekie was too.

I don't know who's idea it was. All the other three claimed it was as much a surprise to them, as it was to me. Dolly Scott called my folks. She invited me to stay with them at the cottage for the whole summer. She never said a word to me, until she'd cleared it with my folks. All I needed was clothes, and my own spending money. Two of the pigs we'd sold in the spring were mine, and I made a bit working for the neighbours, so I was OK that way.

The first I heard of it was from my dad. He was driving me in to see the kids before they left in a couple days. They were having a little party that night to say goodbye to all their friends for the summer. For Carol, Bob, and me, it wasn't going to be a very happy party. The only reason I agreed to go was to see them one last time. Dad was taking me in early so I could help with the preparations.

"So, you're going away for the summer, eh?" I looked at him like he'd just grown a second head.

"Wha-a-a-a-t? Where'd you hear that? I'm not going anywhere that I know of. 'Sides, who would help get the grain in if I'm not here?"

He chuckled. "Your mother told me Dolly Scott called and invited you to the cottage with them for the summer. I thought you knew. Matter of fact, with you and Carol such an item, and Bob being your best buddy, we thought you guys had put her up to it. Your mother's washing up and packing your clothes for you now. And don't worry 'bout the grain. Tim said he'd lend a hand this year. I think we're going to have Ray combine it instead of threshing this year. Claire's old threshing machine is just about shot, and he can't get parts any more. You really didn't know, eh"

I was stunned. I was ecstatic.

"No, I didn't know, and I don't think the guys know either. Dad, you, more than most, know how close Carol and me are. I don't think she could keep a secret like that from me. We've been so miserable over being separated in the last few days, if she was suddenly happy, I'd clue in, doncha think? Hot damn! That's fantastic Dad!"

I rarely swore around Dad. Not that he'd get angry, but it just didn't seem right.

"You're absolutely right, Son. Now that I think about it. I hope I haven't spoiled somebody's surprise. Well, we're here. Try to act dumb for a while, just in case."

I gave Dad a hug, surprising him all to hell. I hadn't hugged him since I was 10. "Thanks Dad. You're the greatest."

I was so happy as I walked up the sidewalk to the Scott house, it was all I could do to keep from dancing a jig, whooping and hollering. I wanted to look like I was still down, so I wouldn't spoil somebody's surprise. I needn't have worried. Dolly had been watching for me. She met me at the door. She saw my face.

"You know?"

I just nodded.

"Ok. Stay behind me while we walk in. Try not to let the kids see your face for a few minutes."

We walked into the dining room. The kids, even the little guys, Iain and Sandy, were gathered at the table, making up the snacks for the party. The older kids were so glum, they never even looked up. Their poor spirits even affected the normally bubbly youngsters, who were unusually quiet. I stopped behind Carol's chair. I put my hands on her shoulders. They were shaking! She was quietly weeping! I felt my heart breaking for her. She just reached one hand up and held mine. It was like a wake in there.

Dolly spoke. "My what a happy bunch! Is it so bad to go on holiday all summer? What can we do to cheer up all these rainy day faces?"

She was dragging it out. Only I knew, and her attempt at suspense was killing me.

"Well, maybe Dave can cheer you up. He has some news that you might like."

All except Carol turned to look at me. She was still weeping, head down, her hand absently stroking mine. I squeezed her shoulders in comfort. Bob and Riekie saw the smile on my face, where only yesterday, I was as gloomy as them. I definitely had their interest and attention.

Bob spoke first. "Well c'mon, man open up. Did your family win the Wintario or something?"

I wanted to keep him guessing a bit, but Carol's sobs told me not to be so cruel.

"No, better than that, even... I'm going with you to the cottage."

Stunned silence.

A squeal.

Carol bounded out of her chair, knocking it back into me. I staggered back, and the chair clattered to the floor. The snack tray she'd been working on was scattered all over the table and floor. The next thing I know, I'm being tackled by a laughing, squealing bundle of female curves and softness. Carol threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I returned her ferocious hug.

Then she astounded us all. Carol threw her arms around my neck, and pulled my face into hers. Our lips met, and she sucked my soul right out through my mouth. That was the most exciting kiss I'd ever had. She Frenched me with a mind-blowing kiss, right there in front of her mother! That kiss seemed to last forever. We sucked and probed like never before. We moaned. We groaned. We heard a thump. Riekie fainted — again. When we broke, panting, from the kiss, Carol nuzzled up to my ear.

"I love you." She whispered.

I just squeezed her tighter in acknowledgment. I didn't have the words. I was too choked with emotion.

As we separated, I was glad she was in front of me. I didn't want her mother to see the boner poking out the front of my pants. Carol must have sensed my discomfort. She turned around, and stood in front of me, covering my erection from immediate view. I placed my hands on her shoulders again. Given my state of arousal, that was the safest place for them. Dolly looked a little shocked at the tableau we had just presented, but she didn't say anything. The joy in the room was too great to be scolding us just then for such an intense public display of affection. I figured we'd probably hear about it later, though. We never did. I learned to love Dolly Scott that day as a mother. The little boys just acted bored, but they had responded to the happiness, and were chattering away excitedly.

When she fainted, Bob had gone to Riekie's side. He was helping her back to her feet. Her face was flushed, just as Carol's was, when we broke from that intense kiss, which I found strange. Any other person I've seen faint always had a ghastly pallor. She looked at us. She shook her head sadly.

"You guys! You guys are just too hot! Too hot! You should give a person warning before you do something like that."

She grinned. Hot! That was it! I thought I knew why Riekie was flushed when she should have been pale... 

Pandemonium! Now it was a rush to get ready for the party. Everyone pitched in, cleaning up the mess of snacks off the floor, and table. We got all the snack trays made up. Dolly brought out a huge picnic cooler. Bob and I brought in several cases of pop. We filled the cooler with pop and ice. There would be lots of food and drink for our guests that night, and now we had a real reason to party. We all went to change into out party clothes. I had brought a change with me for the purpose. I don't remember what everyone else wore exactly. I had eyes only for Carol. Her sweater was a soft wool-like material, blue to set off hers eyes. She wore a simple wrap around kilt-type skirt, the kind with the big pin at the split. It was modest in length, but when she sat, or moved a certain way, it opened at the wrap joint, and revealed an interesting amount of bare, shapely leg.

It wasn't long before the guests started to arrive. They'd only invited about a dozen people. My Sister, Val was there. Dad dropped her off. He told her she could stay as long as I did. My cousins, Don and Cathy arrived. Dave from next door popped in. The Bull kids from the other side came. Riekie and Carol's friend Joanne was there. She was going to spend the night to have more time with the girls. They wanted her to come with us. She was welcome, but she had to go to summer school — the price of too many parties and no studying during the regular school year. There were a couple seniors from Rieike's class. I recognized them, but didn't know them. It was a good party. Every body laughed and joked. The Scotts had a fantastic stereo, which included that tape recorder I had borrowed. We played our music and danced.

The party started breaking up early. Dolly came in about 9, and announced she was going to bed early. She'd had a long day. Dolly hadn't intentionally broken it up, but some of the kids thought that was their cue to leave. By 9:30, all that was left was the four of us, Joanne, and my sister. Val wasn't used to being up past 9 most nights, and started nodding off in her chair. She was younger than everyone else except my cousin Cathy. The two of them had kept us laughing with their crazy dancing on the fast tunes. For the first part of the evening, that's all we played.

Bob had made up a tape of all the Beach Boys slow tunes and a few from the Righteous Brothers. Bob was the only other guy there. He danced a bit with Val until she got too tired and curled up in a chair. He danced with Joanne and Riekie, each taking turns. I danced with Carol. We only had eyes for each other. Bob put on the tape of slow songs, turned the volume down, so the rest of them could talk quietly. Carol and I had our arms about each other. I had her by the waist. Hers were around my neck. I'd worn looser fitting pants that night. I hated those tight fitting jeans that were in fashion. I couldn't get comfortable in them. After my realization that Carol was not offended by me popping a hardon, I decided in favour of comfort.

Now, as we swayed to the music, our feet hardly moving, I was sporting a major boner. Carol's hips were pressed in tightly to mine. I knew she could feel it throbbing against her. In fact her mons was pressed up tight against it. As we moved to the music, I swore I could feel her hips pumping gently on me. She relaxed her grip on my neck a little, and leaned back into my arms. Her hips were still pressed tight to mine. In this new position, we were able to gaze longingly into each others eyes. I was delirious with happiness and love for this delectable creature in my arms. She tightened her grip on my neck again, pulling her face closer. She nuzzled up along my neck, giving me small, nibbling kisses. I was doing the same for her. Her mouth brushed against my ear. She very deliberately ground her mons into my boner. She whispered in my ear.

"Do I make you like that?"

"Mmm-hmmm"

"Why?"

"It means I'm attracted to you. It means I love you." and lord knows why I said the next. "It means I want to make babies with you."

Despite our professed love, and that day on the lawn, I think I'd finally realized how much I truly did love this child-woman — enough to seriously consider children. It was a sobering but also exhilarating realization. My girl! She stiffened.

"You want to make babies with me? But we're too young to be having babies yet?"

"I said it means I want to, not that we're going to right away."

She relaxed and snuggled closer, very deliberately grinding her sweet young pussy into my boner. Her hips were definitely starting to pump against it.

After a short pause, she spoke dreamily in my ear again.

"Making babies... I think I'd like that too... With you... When the time is right."

My heart swelled to bursting, so did my erection.

"Kiss me"

I obliged. Our lips met. The kiss started out slow and sensuous, building in intensity. All the while, her hips were grinding into mine She was humping herself on me. The kiss built and built in ardor. We were lost in our own world. We were aware of only the gentle rhythm of 'In My Room', and each other. Carol's kissing became more demanding. Her tongue was all over mine. She probed my mouth relentlessly. She swabbed out all my saliva. I tried to get my tongue in her mouth, but she was demanding, relentless. I thought the top of my head was going to blow right off. She was moaning into my mouth. Her hips were grinding against me. Just as the song ended, she stiffened, gasped and let out a sharp little whine. Her hips spasmed once — hard -- against me. I'd never seen or felt a woman orgasm before, but I knew instantly, that that is exactly what happened to Carol. She came, and she came hard.

Carol was just coming down off her high. Her hips were still pumping gently. We broke from the kiss, and just nuzzled each others neck. I whispered in her ear.

"Oh God, Carol Anne Scott. I love you so much!"

She pulled me even tighter, and whispered back.

" and I love you, Mister Lloyd".

We drew our heads back, looked longingly and long. We kissed again. I heard Bob say.

"Oh no! Not Again!"

We broke out of our kiss, but stayed locked in embrace still swaying to the music. We looked over to where Bob and Riekie had been sitting on the couch. Riekie had collapsed. But she hadn't quite fainted, or she was recovering. I wasn't sure... There was that same flush to her face, only deeper now, and it extended all the way from her face downward, disappearing inside the bodice of her modest sweater. She was panting hard, and moaning over and over.

"Hot! Too, too hot! Need a warning!"

We looked across the room. Joanne was sitting bolt upright in her chair, a look of shock and lust on her pretty face. She had a similar flush from her face extending downward to her ample bosom. Her sweater was less conservative than Riekie's. It revealed quite a bit of cleavage. The flush extended right down into the valley between her lovely breasts. Her breathing was ragged, making her full breasts rise and fall dramatically. I saw Bob eyeing her up. She gasped.

"Riekie told me, but I wouldn't believe it. Hot! Too, too, hot!"

My sister was awake. She, too, was sitting bolt upright in her chair. Her expression was harder to read, but I noticed that she was breathing hard, too. Her expression was more one of admiration. Riekie slowly regained her composure. When she could speak, she turned to Joanne.

"See! I told you! Hot! Too, too, god damn hot!"

I was shocked! That was the strongest language I'd ever heard soft spoken beautiful Riekie utter.

Carol nuzzled back into my neck and giggled. She whispered in my ear.

"That was fantastic! I never came like that before. My panties are soaked! Good thing I'm wearing a skirt."

And she giggled again. I was stunned by her sudden frankness. The visions conjured up by her comments just about drove me over the edge. It was only with an extreme effort of will, that I didn't blow my load in my pants right then and there. I just squeezed her tighter, and those hips still kept churning against me. I thought she was deliberately teasing me.

"Stop teasing me."

"What do you mean? What am I doing to tease you?"

"Your hips. You're moving them against me. It's driving me nuts. If you don't stop, we'll be making babies right here on your living room carpet in front of our friends!"

She blushed prettily, and giggled again, but her hips kept moving.

"Oh. Sorry. It just feels so good, I don't want to stop. I'm not trying to tease you."

I believed her but it still had to stop. I thought maybe she was going to try to get herself off again. I decided it was time to go home, before we got in over our heads.

"Val, call Dad to pick us up".

While my sister called Dad, I felt it was safe to let Carol continue for a few more minutes. We snuggled some more, and play-kissed. We were just so happy to be together. I let her continue to rub and hump against me. I knew we didn't have enough time to get totally out of control. Soon, we heard Dad pull up outside. Val waited for me to say good night to Carol. Our last kiss of the night took a lifetime, so she had quite a long wait. When we started that long kiss good night, I heard two more moans besides ours in the room. I thought we'd given them lots of warning, but I guess not. Carol and I kissed long and hard. Her hips were still churning. Then she bucked and came again! I couldn't believe it! I looked over at the other two girls. They were both passed out! And Bob was just sitting there with a shit-eating grin. Carol giggled quietly.

Finally, Carol and I untangled ourselves, and she walked me to the door. She apologized to Val for making her wait. Val hadn't seen the last episode. She was in the porch waiting. Or so I thought. Carol held up her face for a last quick, kiss. I brushed her lips with mine.

"Love you. See you tomorrow."

"Love you, too. Sleep tight."

And we left.

Val didn't say anything as we walked out to the car. When we got in, she surprised me by snuggling up to me.

"You two are so in love. I watched you. You must really be in love for her to come twice without you touching her secret places."

Dad choked, snorted and sputtered. I thought he was going to choke to death! Finally he got himself steadied down enough to drive. He shot me a strange look, and a lop-sided grin.

"Blue balls, eh?"

I don't know what set him off the most: Val knowing about coming, or the quick snapshot she gave him of Carol and me. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get home so I could relieve the awful pressure in my balls. I thought I might be damaged, they hurt so much.

When we got home, I rushed to my room. I didn't notice Dad pull Val into the kitchen for a chat. I was in agony! Something had to give! I dropped my pants, pulled my cock out of my jockeys, and started to stroke. I don't think I got more than half a dozen good strokes before I launched. I squirted and squirted and squirted. Then I squirted some more. I swear some of it was launched a good six feet across the room. My eyes went out of focus. My legs turned to jelly. I collapsed back onto my bed. I was panting like I'd run a marathon. I don't remember any particular sexual satisfaction from that stoking. All I remember is the intense relief of pressure. I was hardly able to stand, but I knew I had to clean up my mess. It was all over me. It was all over the floor. My folks knew I masturbated. They said everyone does it. I didn't have any particular reason to clean up except basic cleanliness. I wasn't hiding anything. Dad knew damn well why I rushed straight up stairs when we got home. After I cleaned up, I stripped down to my jockeys, climbed into the sheets and was out for the count. I vaguely remember dreams of a vision in white and something warm rubbing against my cock.



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Chapter 6


I woke unusually early the next morning feeling refreshed. I had my usual morning woody. My bladder was full from all the pop I drank at the party. That's probably what woke me up. I stroked languorously for a few minutes. I said the hell with it, and headed to the bathroom, where I pissed my woody away. I think I was getting tired of wasting good semen on hand jobs, at least my own hand jobs.

I heard the phone ring. Who could be calling so early? Someone picked it up in my folks' room.

"Dave! Phone!"

"Who is it?"

"Dunno. Wouldn't say. Sounds important."

They knew, they just weren't saying.

I slipped on some shorts, and ran downstairs to pick up the phone. Nobody else was up. I knew Val would sleep late because of her late night. I didn't hear until sometime later just how late she actually did stay up, talking to Dad. With the hay off, now, Dad could afford to sleep in a bit. He was on rest days from his job, so I figured he'd lay in a bit anyway. Turns out, he slept in for the same reason Val did. As long as Dad was in bed, Mom would stay with him. They had a very active sex life, and never missed an opportunity. Heather was always a late sleeper. Everyone sleeping in turned to my benefit in a few short minutes.

"Hello?"

I heard the soft click of Mom and Dad's bedroom phone being replaced in the cradle.

"Hi, Lover!"

"Carol? What's wrong? Are you OK?"

Nobody calls this early without it being trouble.

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm OK. I just woke up early and wanted to talk, that's all."

Something in her voice told me all was not as it should be, and it sounded a bit like she was speaking from a barrel

"Carol Anne Scott! This is me yer talkin' to. Something's wrong. I can hear it in your voice."

"Oh, David."

Uh-oh, when they call me David, something simply awful is going to happen. I felt a chill run down my spine. I was beginning to wish we had an air raid shelter. I was thinking I might need it. She tried again.

"Oh David, I'm scared and confused. I love you so much, and I don't know what to do."

She sounded on the verge of tears. My heart went out to her.

"Now what's there to be so scared and confused about, especially our love?"

She was touching on sacred ground to me, and scaring me, too.

"Last night was the most wonderful experience of my life."

That's better, a positive memory. We can build on that.

"When I came for you, it was so-o-o-o go-o-o-d, and you loved me so hard, I felt proud. But when I did it the second time I thought I made you angry. You rushed out of here with just a little kiss. I thought you were mad at me. And I know you went home hard, and I know it hurts when it's that way sometimes, 'cause I've seen the pain in your eyes, and I don't want to be the cause of your pain, and I wanted to help you, but I couldn't because I don't know how."

The rush of her emotion was almost blinding, forging a run-on sentence that actually made some sense.

"Me? Angry with the love of my life because she trusted me enough to bequeath me the most fantastic gift in the world? Angry because she opened her soul to me, and let me experience a very private moment with her? You must think I'm the lowest of the low if you think that of me. I rushed out because I didn't want to spoil that love and trust with a senseless act of momentary lust. Sorry to put it crudely, but I don't want just a quick fuck. I thought I made that clear last night. I think I'm hurt."

Jesus! Where did a 15 year old learn to be so eloquent? I'd been reading too many of Mom's Harlequins, I think.

"Oh, David."

Again with the 'David'.

"It was special, and I do trust you. It's me. Last night after you left, my panties were completely soaked, and I was still h-h-h-horny. Joanne and Riekie were completely freaked out. They think I'm turning into a slut, especially when I worked myself to two orgasms on you. They wouldn't let me finish myself last night. They said it was dirty. This morning I woke up so horny, it hurts. Help me, David. What's wrong with me?"

My cock had lurched to attention with her words: wet panties, horny. I'd read enough of Dad's books to know what that was all about. But first, we must deal with this 'David' thing.

"Excuse me, my love, for changing the subject a little. Why are you calling me 'David'?"

"Oh, that's what I call you privately when you love me and I love you. It's like when you call me Carol Anne Scott. You use my full name when you really mean it. You don't use it with anyone else, just me. It's so sweet! I just wanted to have a sweet name for you, and I've always loved the full name 'David'. It means strength and love to me. Dave is for everyday use. Why? Don't you like your name?"

She got me -- right in the heart. I felt tears welling up. I shoved them back.

"No, no. That's not it at all. It's just that when anybody else calls me 'David', I duck my head and look for a bomb shelter. Especially my folks. That's their 'give him shit' name. And if they call me by my full name 'William David', I know the shit is so deep I'll never get out."

She giggled. That's better.

"It can't be all that bad. My mom does the same to me, when she's mad. She uses my full name. But I knew, the first time YOU used it, that it was special, that somehow my full name had found a special place in your heart. When you say it, there's a certain tone you use, that just melts me away. Even just now, when you spoke a little sharply, you said 'Carol Anne Scott', to get my attention. You got it, but not quite the way you meant, I think. I melted. I even got a little wet. <giggle>. That's the way I feel when I call you 'David'. I want you to feel all warm and fuzzy, like I do. Is that OK?"

Come to think of it, there was a tone to her voice when she first called me 'David'. Maybe that chill that ran down my spine was a good chill. It never happened before when the folks said it. If she wants it, so be it. I'm easy, just not cheap.

"When you explained it that way, you made me all warm and fuzzy, just like you hoped. So, yeah! 'David' away! You can call me 'David' all you want, and now I'll know it's special when YOU say it. If you're pissed off at me, then a 'DAVE!' will get my attention. OK? Now, at the risk of being crude again, what's all this talk about wet underwear, horniness, sluts, and getting wet when you hear your name? You're starting to turn me on."

After her open frankness with me last night, and especially this conversation, I could do no less for her today, even if it sounded crude. Our relationship had matured to a new level of openness and trust.

"Oh David."

NOW, I hear that tone. I can tell. My cock lurched. Hey, for 15 year old guys, that's pretty close to 'warm and fuzzy', isn't it?

"Last night I was so horny. I don't know what you did to me, but all I could think of was you, a-a-nd your-your thingy. I want you, and I want it, but I'm not ready to make babies yet. But, I think that's what started me. Every time I think of you saying you love me, and want to make babies with me, I just cream. I'm so wet and horny now, I could scream. I woke up that way this morning. I dreamed of you all night. And now, talking about it is making it worse."

I couldn't resist.

"Carol Anne Scott, I thought you said the other girls wouldn't let you finish, and thought you were turning into a slut. Are you a slut?"

"David, why did you do that to me? I'm so wet, I'm making a mess. No, I don't think I'm a slut. I'm still a virgin. You're the first boy I've done anything with. Do you think I'm a slut?"

"I see your full name hits a little hard. Can I shorten it to just 'Carol Anne' and still have the meaning? NO! You are most definitely NOT a 'slut', and if you were, you'd be MY slut, and no one else's. But being a one-man woman, by definition is NOT a 'slut'. Confused yet? Oh, and have I told you yet today how much I love you? "

"David."

Oh, so soft. God, 15 year olds can get warm and fuzzy! It just comes after the sexual reaction. Backwards to the girls. They get warm and fuzzy, then they get the sexual reaction. Hmmmm. My 15 year-old self may have just stumbled on one of the great Mysteries of the Universe... I'm getting real used to the way she says my name. Wonder what it sounds like when she calls it out when she's coming?

"Oh, do you mean if I was just your 'slut', then I wouldn't really be a 'slut'? You can call me 'Late for Breakfast' as long as I hear that loving tone. And no, you haven't told me about your love yet today."

"Carol Anne..."

"OO-OO-OO..."

"Carol Anne, I love you more than life itself."

"David."

Hey, I'm really starting to like this.

"Oh David, I'm so-o-o-o horny. Since the girls stopped me, I can't get myself off. Can you, will you, help me? I need it so bad."

She gave me a double whammy, I'm not sure I can handle all this love. I think I'll ease up on her name. I had a sudden inspiration.

"I'll try."

With her plea for help, I was about to take our relationship to an entirely new level. I hoped she was as open as she sounded, and I was up to the task.

"Where are you? Your voice sounds a little hollow."

"I'm in the bathroom. Dad likes to spend time here, reading. He says it's the only place he can get some peace and quiet sometimes. He had a phone installed so he wouldn't miss important business calls. He said he saw it in a hotel on one of his business trips. He's even got a comfortable chair in here."

"Are you on the toilet or in the tub?"

"I'm sitting on the toilet. I'm so wet, if I sit anywhere else, I make a mess."

"Are you dressed?"

"Well, I don't have any panties on. Can't keep 'em dry <giggle>. But I'm wearing my night shirt."

"Bra?"

"No, they pull and get tight and pinch at night."

"Good, I think you're perfectly dressed for what we're going to do. I need you to do one more thing."

When she told me how she was dressed, or rather, not dressed, the mental image I got was mind blowing. This could be even more fun.

"What's that, David?"

Oh, she got me.

"Ok, Carol Anne"

Two can play this game... 

"I want you to run yourself a bath, a nice, hot luxurious bath, with lots of your favourite bubble bath, and while we're waiting for it to fill, let's talk about some other things that are bothering you. Is the water running now?"

"Yes, and I put the bubble bath in it so it really foams up."

"Good. Let it run until it will cover you up to your shoulders if the tub is deep enough. Otherwise, let it fill until there's just enough room for you."

"Ok, David."

So much love! She's getting into it already!

"What other things do you want to talk about?"

"Sluts, and the girls."

"Oh, I thought we already talked about sluts. You haven't changed your mind about me 'cause I'm so horny, have you?"

"No, Carol Anne, you're fine. It's what the girls think that we need to talk about."

"Ok, David. Why do they think I'm a slut, and you don't?"

Just the way she phrased the question, I think she's starting to understand on her own.

"Because they don't understand. Because they can't see their own sexuality. Now, which do you think is stranger: Us getting turned on making out, or getting turned on sneaking peeks at us making out?"

"Uh... Sneaking peeks."

"Why?"

"Uh... It sounds like somebody can't or won't have the fun themselves, so they watch other people."

A bit of an oversimplification, but accurate enough for our purposes.

"Know anybody like that?"

'Uh... yeah... Riekie."

"Your sister and Joanne are special people to us both, Riekie in particular. She's been a good friend to us, but she's got some hang ups, I think. Have you ever seen or heard her masturbate?"

"No, not that I can think of. I don't think she's ever had an orgasm. She's always on my case about how much noise I make <Giggle>."

"Oh, I think Riekie comes, alright. She's had several orgasms. She had three yesterday."

"Dave!"

Uh-oh, I'm in shit.

"What do you mean she had three orgasms yesterday? How would you know, unless you were there? Were you doing something with her behind my back? That bitch! No wonder she's trying to fuck me up! She's trying to steal My Man!"

I ignored the language. Her response is actually normal and healthy. She feels threatened by another female. She's staked her claim.

"Carol Anne..."

"Don't you sweet talk me, Mister!"

"Carol Anne Scott! Settle down and listen up!"

That parade square voice I learned over the winter at Cadets is handy in other situations, too, it seems... 

"I'm sorry, David. I'll listen."

She didn't sound totally convinced, but I was back to 'David'.

"If you'd been paying attention, you'd have seen her have her orgasms. You were there too. I didn't give her those orgasms. We did. You remember how Riekie faints when she sees us making out? I thought it was a little strange the way she faints. Most people who faint, lose all their colour. They're white as a sheet. When Riekie faints, she has a flush from head to toe or at least to her breasts. She's always fully dressed, and I can't see any farther than her neckline. I thought it was odd. I suspected something like that. She was obviously getting some kind of jollies from watching us, especially when she started sneaking peeks. I wasn't sure, and couldn't quite put my finger on it, until you rubbed yourself off on me last night. When you came, you had that same flush. I'd read about that flush in one of Dad's books, but I thought it was just fiction, until I saw it for real. Riekie had the same flushed, hot, even wild look that you did. I think her orgasms are so intense, she blacks out. Man! The man who can get her turned on, is gonna have the ride of his life! That is, if she can shake her hang ups about sexual things being dirty. Now how many times did Riekie faint, or otherwise collapse yesterday?"

"Uh, three."

"And when did it happen each time?"

"The first was when I jumped your bones at the dining room table. I was so happy, I lost control. The second was when I came for you the first time when we were dancing, and again when I came for you the second time."

"And what does she say when she recovers?"

"She says we're hot, too hot."

"Can you draw a logical conclusion from all this?"

"Yeah! Riekie has orgasms from watching us! They're big ones, too, if she passes out. Maybe she doesn't know what's happening to her. Oh, David, I'm so sorry I doubted you."

That's my girl. My girl! No! My woman! She's growing by leaps and bounds!

"No, I think Riekie knows she's having orgasms. That's why she spies on us. It feels too good not to. She just won't admit it, and so tells you you're dirty when you openly masturbate. It reinforces her own problem. Too bad! She wants to be a doctor, too. I think she'd better try to get some help, or she won't have much of a career. Today's doctors have to deal with a lot of sexual problems, and you can't help someone if you've got severe hang-ups of your own."

"Poor Riekie. At least I feel a lot better now."

"Next question: Do you find French kissing to be dirty, vulgar, or gross? Do you know anybody who does?"

"No, I love it. It makes me feel real good. I get horny, but I also feel so loved. I get all warm and fuzzy, sorta like when you say my name.Yeah. Joanne said it was gross, but I don't think she's ever tried it."

Bingo!

"Good. Would you be saying, then 'Don't knock it until you've tried it?' You get the bonus round. Do you masturbate, er, jerk off? Do you think it's dirty?"

"Yeah. Unless you've actually tried something, don't put it down. I might even say, if you had a bad experience with one person, you should still reserve judgment. The whole situation might have been wrong. I j-jerk off all the time. Mom says masturbation is normal. It makes me feel better, and helps me sleep. I never thought it was dirty until Riekie and Joanne both started on me last night. They confused me. Do you j-jerk off, David?"

"Oh yeah! That's why I left in such a rush last night. Your mom is right. My folks told me the same thing. You had me so turned on, and you're right, if it goes too far, it starts to hurt. My dad knew when I got in the car. He said 'Blue balls, eh?' As soon as I got home, I rushed to my room. I had to have some release. I don't think I took more than 6 or 7 strokes, and I came. This time, it wasn't some nice fantasy, where you take your time and enjoy it. It was pure, physical pressure release. It felt good to let it go, but there wasn't much actual 'sexual gratification'. Am I making sense? I think your situation right now is similar, but I think I can help. If I do it right, it will be good for you, and not just the physical pressure release I got."

"You're making a lot more sense than the girls. David, I'm sorry I got you so worked up it actually hurt you. Are you OK now? I'd like to help you, but I don't know how."

"Yeah, I'm fine now. Talking about all this stuff has me hard again, but it's a normal hard. It doesn't hurt. Sometimes, when I'm playing, I'll deliberately hold off until it hurts a little bit. It makes the come more satisfying. But I don't ever wanna feel again like I did last night. That was agony. And don't blame yourself. I knew where the bathroom was, and could've got some quick relief. Or I could've made a mess in my pants with you. That would've really blown their minds! I did it to myself. As far as helping me goes, let's get you looked after first. Then I'll show you how you can help me. OK?"

"Oh, David, you're so good to me."

"My dad told me to treat you like a lady. You ARE a lady, so that was no stretch. And I'm hopelessly in love with you. Is the tub full yet?"

"I just turned it off."

"How's the temperature"

'It's a little too hot."

"Good, it'll be cool enough when we're ready for it. Ok, here's where things get interesting. This is very important: Do you trust me? Will you do what I ask?"

"David, I trust you completely. I know you won't ask me to do anything that will hurt me in any way. I know you love me too much to hurt me. Besides, how can you? You're there, and I'm here."

"Ok, but I might ask you to do something you've never heard of, and the strangeness might put you off. Are you still game?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm getting hornier and wetter just thinking about it. What do you want me to do?"

"Carol Anne, I want you to get a mental image of me loving you. I want you to keep focused on that. When I move my hands, your hands will move, but it will actually be me doing it for you. Your hands will be my hands. Are you ready? Can you put the phone down where you can still hear it?"

"Even better, it's got a speaker! That's probably why I sound so hollow. Oh, David, my love, I can see you in front of me. Do me!"

(Good, she's getting into it. Let's see... I read how to manually stimulate a woman in one of Dad's books. I hope I remember it all. For her. Let's do it!).

"I'm moving around behind you. I place my hands on your hips. I'm surprised! Turned on! No panties! Slowly my arms wrap around you from behind. My fingers trace lightly across your tummy. Your skin is taut and smooth. So-o-o warm. As my hands trace patterns on your tummy my lips caress the back of your neck. I breathe in your scent. A-A-A-H-H! So Sweet!"

"M-m-m-m-m."

"One hand dips down a bit, touching the top of your pubis. You flinch, just a little. No one but you has ever touched you there. I catch a finger in your soft, downy curls. I twist, just a little. My other hand traces flat across your tummy. I discover a cute little belly button. I dip my little finger into it. I tickle it a bit. You gasp in pleasure. "

"H —u-uh-ah"

"Slowly, continuing to trace patterns, I bring both my hands back up over your tummy. They separate, and caress up along your flanks, along your ribs. OH! Your skin is burning to my touch! As my hands roam up along your ribs, I reach with just the tips of my fingers and lightly stoke the side of your breasts. O-o-o-h-h-h! Such a heavenly feeling! My hands descend back down your flanks to your hips, stroking and teasing as they move."

"Oh that feels so goo-o-o-ood!"

"My hands continue their loving quest, up from your tummy, under your shirt, toward those succulent breasts. I reach, and touch your underbreasts, my hands retreat a little. They slide back up, fingers caressing ever so lightly. You're a little ticklish. You flinch, and giggle a little."

"O! <giggle>"

"My hands move back up to those lovely mounds. This time, up and over, cupping them, palms brushing lightly over your nipples. They quickly start to harden. Your whole breast swells and erects."

"Mmmmmmmmm"

"My right hand moves more deliberately on your breast, squeezing, teasing. I take your nipple between thumb and index finger. I gently squeeze and twist. It's almost electric. You feel a jolt right down to your clitoris. Your hips buck a little. Your juices flow even more."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Slowly, my left hand cups, squeezes and teases your left breast. I pinch your nipple and twist a bit. It hardens even more. Another electric shock surges to your clit."

"Oh! OH! O-o-o"

"Now both hands are alternately massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. Electric jolts keep stabbing down to your clit. Your juices flow wetly. Your flow is so copious" (love that word) "it runs down the inside of your thighs. Your hips start pumping uncontrollably. My hands concentrate on just your nipples. Pinching, squeezing, stretching... twisting. The jolts to your clit flash through you in a flood tide. Your hips are gyrating, pumping. You feel something building, building... building! You're almost there! I pinch both your nipples almost painfully. A bigger spark travels to your clit! Your body erupts! Your hips spasm and lock, as your orgasm rocks your very soul. CUM FOR ME BABY!!!"

"Ah! Ah! AH! AH! A-eeee-ah! Oh!Oh!Oh! O-ooooo!"

"Was it good? I'm winding you down, now. Releasing your nipples, and gently caressing your breasts. My hands circle your breasts, and gently, weaving in patterns, they return to your tummy. My hands clasp over your navel, and I pull you back into a loving embrace"

"O-O-O-O-H-H! Where did you learn to do that? That was awesome. I thought I came hard last night, but this was even bigger."

"That good, huh? I'm glad for you. I read a lot. Apparently, there is some nerve connection between a woman's nipples and her clitoris. It's more developed in some than others. If that connection is strong enough, with the proper stimulation, a clitoral orgasm can be triggered, simply by stimulating the nipples. It was first noticed in nursing mothers, who were embarrassed that they had orgasms while nursing their babies. I think it's just nature's way of making baby feeding enjoyable to both parties. I took a chance you're one of the 'hot-wired' ones. Glad to learn I guessed right."



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Chapter 7


Dad's books were more than just porn, they were actually erotic art. Some had some rather detailed scientific descriptions and explanations. There were a few actual science books on the subject in his collection. It was the 'porn' part that originally caught a kid's eye, but I'm an avid reader, so I read it all, and learned. Since I started dating Carol, I'd been devouring them. He kept his books openly in the big book case. He'd raised an eyebrow the first time he saw me reading one, but never said anything.

"Have you cooled off enough to try something new? Remember, my arms are around you, hands clasped over your navel, holding you in a loving, warm, safe, embrace. Your hips are probably pumping very gently, and your whole body feels like it's glowing."

"Mmmmm. So nice! I feel so go-o-od!"

"Now, for our next round, you might want to move so you can sit down on the toilet, or the chair, if your knees get too weak. The chair would be much nicer than the toilet, but we use what we have, too. This time, you may feel like making some noise. I want you to feel free to make as much noise as you need to. Forget about neighbours, family. The only ones who count, are you and me, and I'm there for your pleasure. Nothing else. Ready?"

"Oh yeah, David! You got me so hot already, I'm dripping on the floor!"

My imagination soared. Just how wet does this wonderful nymph get?

"I'm standing behind you, holding you gently. My hands part from their grasp over your tummy. They separate, and rise, with fleeting touches and tickles, up your flanks. Your shirt rises and falls with my hands, as they stroke up and down your sides. Each upstroke lifts your shirt higher. My caresses tease and tickle."

"OOO. Ni-i-i-c-c-e. <giggle>"

"My hands continue to work up and down along your ribs. Your shirt rises and rises. It rises past your nipples. It catches on the downward fall, snagged on your very erect nipples, and stays above your nips. My hands continue to caress, up your sides then circle in. They gently clasp and massage your breasts. I flick you nipples with both index fingers. The shock travels straight to your clit. Your flow starts again. My hands come up under your shirt, and lift it over your head. You help me take it off."

"Mmmm. So nice! It's off!"

"My hands are back on your hips. I pull you gently into me. Your breasts are open to my view over your shoulder. Oh Heavenly Day! They're absolutely perfect! Somewhat conical, but with a weight meant for suckling babies. Your nipples are pink, and very erect. My hands wander up and caress them. My mouth waters, I want to suck on them, but I'm only allowed to use my hands. You moan softly and lean back into me. It's pure love, and it feels almost dreamlike."

"MMMM. I'm licking my lips. I want you to suck them! Don't stop! Oh! That feels so good!"

(I think she's improvising. Good.)

"My hands wander slowly down from your breasts, back toward your tummy. They dip down past your navel, caressing the front of your hips, lightly teasing along the edge of your lovely brown curls, then back up toward your navel. My hands seem to wander all over your body, caressing, teasing, tickling... pinching. There's so much sensation, your head starts to spin a little, but it's not uncomfortable. The feelings are indescribably delicious. Sometimes fleeting, like a small bird flickering from sunlight to shadow."

(I got that one out one of Dad's books for sure!)

"Oooooooo. Ahhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"My hands continue their sensuous exploration of your body, descending toward your pubis. Fingertips touching fingertips, they explore your curls and mound. A single finger gently discovers the top of your slit at the bottom of your soft curls. It probes gently, then retreats. Your hips thrust forward, looking to recapture that elusive finger. My hands move down together again, tracing along the outside edges of your curls, down to the tops of your thighs. My fingers wrap toward your inner thighs, just below your vulva. They grip and pull. Instinctively your thighs open, allowing my hands access to your innermost sanctuary. Your inner thighs are sopping with your juices. Your hips are gently thrusting. You're getting hotter and wetter."

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o. M-m-m—m-m—mmm. More!"

"My left hand traces back up toward your breasts. It cups and squeezes one, then the other. I tease the nipple on one breast then move to the other, cupping it, pinching and teasing the nipple. Small electric jolts keep surging to your clit. Meanwhile, my right hand stokes up from your thigh, moves over onto you curly mound. It rubs in a circular motion, palm down, pressing your mons. Your hips start to gyrate and pump a little more insistently."

"MMM-mm—mm--mmmm. A-a-a-a-a-hhh! Oh don't stop. Pleeeeesse!"

"My right hand continues its exploration of your most private and sensitive parts as my left hand massages and teases your breasts, your nipples. My right hand moves lower, searching. A finger finds the top of your slit. It probes, this time it stays. Your hips thrust forward, trying to trap it. I work it in and out of your slit. Your breathing is getting, heavier, faster."

" <gasp> <pant> <pant> Ooooooo"

"My right hand moves lower. My fingers explore the folds of your labia. You part your thighs even farther. You want me to have better access. I find the bottom of your labia. You are so wet. They've already opened, parted by themselves. I run my finger up through your parted labia. You are super lubricated. Your whole body shudders and jerks in a mini orgasm. I keep my fingers in your labia, moving, sliding... teasing."

" OH!OH!OH! A-A-A—A-A-A-A-A-HH! MMMMMMMMMMM <PANT><GASP> Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese!!"

"Your hips are rocking really well now. My left hand continues to tease your nipples. My right hand moves toward the top of your labial slit. It finds a little nubbin! Hard! Super sensitive to the touch. It's your clitty! I touch it with one finger. Your hips jerk. I flick it with my finger! Your hips jerk forward hard enough you almost lose your balance. You recover, but you're starting to see stars every time I touch that super sensitive little bud!"

"OH! OH! OH! O-O-O-O-OOO-OO-OOO—OOOOOO-OO. YOU'RE KILLING ME-E-E-E!!"

(Her voice is getting louder, but she's so into it now, she doesn't care.)

"Oh to suffer such a death! My right hand continues its exploration. It leaves your clit for the moment, and again explores your labial folds, teasing searching. Your thighs part to their maximum width while still standing!"

"OH GOD! OH GOD!"

"Yes, Praise the Lord. He created you for this pleasure! My left hand continues to play with your breasts. It occasionally strays lower, and tickles your navel. Then back up to your breasts, caressing ever so softly along the way... my right hand is still wandering in your sopping furrow. A finger finds an opening. Gently, ever so gently, it probes into that tight little hole where no man has ever been before. Your whole body shakes and writhes... I bring my hand back toward the top of your slit to your clitty. I flick it with a finger. Sparks fly in your mind. Your knees buckle, and you collapse onto your chair, as another mini orgasm ripples through your body."

" OH GOD! OH GA-A-W-W-D-DD! D-A-A-V-V-I-I-D-D!"

"You're sitting in your chair, leaning back against me. My arms are still around you. Left hand still pinching, tickling, teasing your breasts, nipples. The pleasure is so intense, you hardly know your own name. Let me remind you... Oh, Caro-o-l A-A-nnn-e... Waves of love mix with waves of pleasure. You're almost delirious. It's almost too much, but I work you higher still. My right hand resumes its gentle probing. A single finger slips into your virgin hole. The shock is ecstatic! I work it around, and in and out, probing a little deeper on each inward thrust. Your thighs spread even more. Your feet lift off the floor. My finger meets a barrier. It retreats, leaving your hymen intact. This is not the time for pain, even the fleeting pain of a broken maidenhead."

A caution to her... 

"OH GOD! OH! OH! MMMMMMM! <PANT> <PANT> <GASP>. DON'T STOP! IT'S BUILDING! ITS BUILDING!"

"My hand moves to the top of your delicious little pussy. I rest the palm on the edge of your mons, fingers trailing down into your sopping furrow. My middle finger reaches to your tight little virgin tunnel. I insert it to the first knuckle. I work it around. Your tunnel loosens... I'm able to insert my index finger, too. Oh! You're so unbelievably, deliciously tight, hot, and wet! Your hips are bucking wildly, round and round, up and down. My left hand continues its sensory assault on your beautiful, firm breasts."

" AHHHH! AHHHH! AIEEEEEEEE! OH GOD!OH GOD OGODOGODOGOD. SO G-OOOOOD!"

"My fingers are working in your love tunnel, stimulating nerve endings you never knew you had. My palm presses rhythmically on your mound. The base of my fingers rub against your clit as they work, round and round, in and out, up and down, and back and forth. And round and round. You feel it building to crescendo. Up, and up and Up and UP SOME MORE! Your hips are writhing, bucking! Your breathing is becoming laboured. My left hand grasps a nipple! Pinches, twists! Sparks start exploding around your clit! My fingers in your cunt move faster and faster and faster. The pleasure just keeps building and building and building! My fingers keep working harder, faster. You're almost there! My thumb stabs down on your clit, presses hard, works it around, then FLICK! The sensations overwhelm you. Your whole mind and body explodes in wave after wave after wave of explosive orgasmic bliss, and you scream your delight to the world. CUM FOR ME BABY!!!! CUM CUM CUM!!!! FAST AND HARD!!!! CU-U-U-U-MMMMM!"

(I was yelling now.)

(Her scream starts low, almost growly, building to a sudden release of pent up passion.)

"AAAAAAAA-IIIIIIIIII=EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OH DAVID OH DAVID OOOOO--HHHHHHDAAAA-VVVV-IIII-DDDDD!!! DAVID! DAVID! I'M CU-U-U-U-UMMMMMM-INNNN-GGGGG!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDD!!!

I had to hold the phone away. I had wondered what it would sound like when she called my name on orgasm. I fell even more deeply in love to hear her scream my name.

She wound down, moans, little cooing sounds, her breathing ragged.

"Oh! Ooooooo-hhh oooooo..."

Softly now, the voice just gently caressing, soothing.

"You're barely aware. Your hips are still churning, but gradually slowing down. Smaller orgasmic waves break over you. Your hips jerk with each one. My arms wrap around you, rocking you, gently bringing you back to earth from the stars. Your hips still buck and spasm a little, as aftershocks trigger several mini orgasms. Your breathing slowly returns to normal. You're safe in my arms, again. You're exhausted, but feel exhilarated. Your skin positively glows. Your eyes dance with love. Slowly, ever so slowly, your hips settle down, with just a little gentle pumping motion. One thing left for me to do. My right hand returns to your pussy. It brushes your over-excited clit. You flinch, almost in pain. My fingers dip into your sopping folds. You're so loose in the folds, I can work almost my whole hand around down there. I soak my whole hand and all my fingers in you juices. A finger gently probes your still-virgin hole. It is almost as sensitive as your clit. You push my hand away."

"Too much! Just let me rest in your arms... It feels so good when you hold me..."

"I ensure my hand is soaked with your juice. I bring it away from that beautiful, wonderful pussy, careful not to disturb your clit. I MUST taste you! I bring my hand up to my lips and nose. I inhale deeply your womanly aroma. Oh did the nectar of the Gods ever smell so sweet!"... At times, lines from Dad's books flashed into my head... "Gently, almost reverently, I suck your essence off my fingers. I lick it off the palm and back of my hand. I suck my fingers and lick my hand totally clean of your juice. It's an erotic experience in itself. God! You taste GOo-oOD!!"

"Oh, David, That was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me. I love you so much, I can hardly wait to see you again. If you can talk me into this kind of bliss, I can't even begin to imagine what you'd do to me for real! And you're right: I DO smell and taste good! Oh, thank you so much!"

I was incredulous!

"You did it? You tasted yourself? Wow! That's hot! I'm so proud of you! That's the thing I thought you might refuse because of the strangeness. Now I'm jealous! I MUST get a real taste of you! Can you stand?"

"Yes, I'm a little weak, but I can stand."

"Can you walk a few steps?"

"Yes."

"How do you look?"

I was just being a lecher — in for a penny, in for a pound. Also useful information if we ever did get truly intimate.

"I'm a mess!! I've got my girl cum all over me. There's a wet spot on the floor, too. And I think I ruined the cover on Daddy's chair. It's soaked."

I think my girl — My Girl! — might be a squirter. She certainly gets extremely wet, from her own description. Reading Dad's erotica was paying dividends.

"The mess on the floor can wait, until you're more rested. Now, I want you to climb in that tub, and soak. It should be just about right by now. How is it?"

"Oh, it's perfect! OOOO! I feel so good. David I love you so much!"

"Ok, I want you to relax in the tub and soak until the water starts to get too cold. If you want to play some more, feel free. A warm bath is the perfect spot for warm and fuzzy fantasies. The whole point of what we're doing is to get you relaxed and relieved. I wish I could be there to help you with your bath. That's one of my own fantasies -- helping my woman take a bath. The sweet spot is when she steps out, wet and clean and happy, into my arms, and I wrap her in a huge, soft, fluffy towel."

"That sounds so-o-o romantic."

Her voice was a little dreamy.

"I'm going to hang up now. You call me back when you're done your bath, and I'll tell you how to do me, OK?"

"OK, David. Byyee."

"Have a good soak, Carol Anne. I love you. Bye."

I heard the click of her phone hanging up. Before I hung mine up, I heard two more soft clicks. Somebody, two somebodies, had been listening in! I hope they got an ear full.

I hung up. A noise in the hall startled me. I looked out. There was my 14 year-old sister flopped on the floor, her nightie around her waist. Her cute teen pussy showed obvious signs of a recent massive orgasm. She was glassy eyed. The smell, and the sight, caused my cock to lurch, but this was my sister, after all, and it looked like she might need some help. When she saw me, she weakly pulled her nightie down enough to cover her pussy. She was very embarrassed, but too shook up to cry.

"What happened to you?"

She smiled weakly, even more embarrassed. "As if you didn't know! Look at me. I came down to get a drink. The phone must have woke me up. I got here, just as you and Carol started on her first orgasm. I didn't want to interrupt you guys. It sounded so sweet! I know I should have left, but what you were doing to her turned me on, and I got involved. I couldn't leave then if I wanted to. You were so caught up in what you were doing, you never heard or saw me. That was so HOT! I couldn't resist! I went through the same two orgasms as Carol! At almost the same time! It's a wonder she didn't hurt your ear over the phone. I heard her out here. I screamed too. Didn't you hear me? I was too weak afterward to move. I'm still weak. Don't be mad at me Dave. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I kinda got bushwhacked."

"Don't worry your head. At least you stumbled on it. I heard two other phones being hung up. Two other parties were listening in by choice! You had a stupendous orgasm or two. No harm done, unless you damaged yourself physically. Can you get up now? Here, I'll help you up the stairs to the bathroom. I prescribe the same for you as I did for Carol: a nice long, hot bath."

I helped her up the stairs. As we passed our parents' room, we could hear the obvious sounds of passionate lovemaking. I heard Mom say between grunts and oohs and ahs.

"God what he did for that girl was so beautiful! Oh, c'mon Don fuck me now! I'm so hot after that!"

Then Dad, grunting. In between his grunts. "And he's... been reading my... books... it seems... It also seems... he got... more... out of them... than I... did. Hang on, Lori, I'm coming!"

Val and I just looked at each other and grinned. We were no strangers to the sounds of their lovemaking. It was no big deal, but now we knew who one of the phone eavesdroppers had been! I helped Val into the bathroom. She said she could take it from there.

I figured Carol would be quite awhile in her bath. I doubted if she'd be able to call back. Her screams when she came the last time, probably scared poor Dolly half to death! She'd probably have some explaining to do. I hoped she had the courage and strength to tell the truth.



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Chapter 8


After helping Val up to the bathroom, I went back downstairs, and started fixing myself some breakfast. Despite all Carol and I had just done, it was still fairly early. I put some coffee on, and sat down to a bowl of cereal of some kind. I'm not fussy. I can eat anything. When it comes to cereal, I grab the first box I come to, and don't bother reading the label.

About the time the coffee was finished brewing, Dad stumbled into the kitchen. He looked like he'd been rode hard and put away wet. In a sense, I guess he had... I set a coffee in front of him. He accepted it gratefully. I sensed he wanted to talk. I always liked talking with Dad. He had a no-nonsense view of life and a disarming, but razor-sharp wit. He rarely got angry with us. He always preferred to talk it through. He wouldn't yell and scream. He'd just go through it with you so you could see what lessons could be learned. A talk with Dad was never boring, and even the most serious issues were handled with tact, care, and an eye to learn from the experience.

"After we got home last night, I had quite talk with Val. We were up 'til after three. I heard the things she said to you about you and Carol that at first disturbed me. My main question now, is just how serious are you two?"

"Right now, Dad, to be honest, we're hopelessly, madly in love. If that lasts only time will tell."

"My God, Son! When did you grow up so fast? You talk almost like a man my age."

"Dad, you've always taught me to be responsible, to think carefully about my actions, to think of others. I think all the things you and Mom have taught me all my life finally started coming together when I faced my first 'adult' situation: meeting a girl, falling in love, dealing with the sex issue. It's only been about a month, but I think realizing I'd found the love of my life on my first try woke something up in me that was there all along. That 'something' was my upbringing. I think it probably means you and Mom did a good job after all. I KNOW this is no teenage fantasy. Our feelings for each other are so deep. We connect on almost every level of our being."

"Do you have any long range plans?"

"Yes and no. Yes, we both want to go on to college. No, we haven't discussed the future, except that we both decided we want babies, but not any time soon. If that means no intercourse, then that's what it'll be. You knew, from your talk with Val, that we are sexually active at some level, although last night was the first really 'intimate' thing that's happened. And from what Val and I overheard outside your door this morning, you're aware of the newest development. By the way, did you guys get off as hard as Val? The poor kid came down to get a drink, and overheard the whole thing. She was in a state when I found her. I helped her up to the bathroom, to take a nice long bath, just like Carol. I think she's still in there."

Dad's face had paled, when I told him I knew they listened in on our phone sex. He valued his own, and our privacy very highly, and he was uncomfortably aware he had violated that privacy.

"I can't condone what your mother and I did this morning, but I can explain how it happened. You were speaking so quietly, we thought you were already off the phone. It had been quite a while since it first rang. Your mother was going to call Celia before she left for Toronto. She heard you setting the scene for Carol for the 'big one'. She was entranced, she had a Cheshire cat grin and told me I 'just have to hear this, it's so sweet'. That's how I got involved. What you were doing to that girl with just your voice was so erotic, your mother became involved. Jeezus! I've seen that woman turned on, but not like that. Didn't you hear her scream? You know we have good sex. That's no secret around here. We make enough noise at the best of times, and we've always been open with you kids. Still, we had some of the best sex this morning we ever had, thanks to you and Carol."

He was grinning happily at the memory when he finished.

"No. I didn't hear Val scream either, and she was right outside this door. She got hit by both orgasms. I was so into it with Carol that I was there, with her. You coulda set a bomb off outside the house, and I probably wouldn't have heard it."

"Well, after hearing what I heard last night, I was all prepared to come down hard on the birds and bees thing with you, but you're light years ahead of that. In some ways, you show more maturity than me. So my big speech just got tossed. There is one bit of wisdom that I can give you, though. Do with it what you will. For all your sexual sophistication, you're still a 15-almost-16 year old boy. Your hormones are raging. They've never found a cure for that. Just be careful, Son, that your teenage cock head doesn't take you for a ride your head knows not to. OK?"

"OK, Dad. Thanks. I think that's probably good advice. You've never steered me wrong, yet."

The phone rang. Dad answered it.

"It's for you. It's Carol. Are you guys going for round two?"

"That was the plan, but I think someone else's plans might be at work, now. You weren't the only ones listening in. I heard one other phone hang up."

I took the phone from him. "Hello?"

"Hi Lover!"

"Jeez, you sound chipper. You OK?"

"I've never felt better since a certain gentleman helped me with a certain problem."

"You don't have to be coy, Carol Anne. Everyone here, with the possible exception of Heather, knows exactly what we did this morning."

"Are we in trouble?

"Not unless this morning's fun left us pregnant, and somehow I doubt that."

She giggled. Dad grinned.

"No, it's just that we had an audience over here. Val heard the whole performance, ended up in a state similar to you, and is now happily, dreamily soaking in a tub."

I heard a giggle.

"Mom picked up the phone to call someone else. She got on in time to participate in the Big One. Dad says he's never seen her like that. I knew they'd listened, 'cause I heard them talking when I helped Val to the bathroom. Oh, yeah! She got involved, too, when she came to get drink and overheard us! Poor kid! She could hardly walk. Anyway, if it's any consolation, I heard Mom say, and I quote 'God, what he did for that girl was so beautiful!' Dad had prepared a great big speech for me for today, because of stuff he overheard last night. Val saw your second orgasm too, and was really impressed that we could do that fully dressed. She mentioned it to me in the car. Hell! She even cuddled me! After this morning, he tossed his prepared speech, and now his advice basically boils down to 'Watch out for teenage hormones.' So everything's fine here. We always were open about things here. It may have reached a new level, is all. I think if you want to go on to the next phase, like we planned, they would soon make themselves scarce."

"Well, I'm glad things are OK over there. They're not so good here. If you can suffer a little longer, I think we'll have to wait for another time."

"I thought you said you were OK."

"David, I am. Never better. Still al little weak, but otherwise walking on a cloud, thanks to you. Have I told you today I love you?"

"Several times this morning, but it might have been the heat of passion."

Dad was starting to enjoy this. He was grinning from ear to ear, even though he could only hear my side of the conversation.

"David, stop teasing. I'm serious. I love you so much, it hurts."

I was chastened. "Thanks Baby. I love you that much and more. Now what's wrong over there?"

A giggle. "Somebody got caught having illicit phone sex."

"You?"

"No, Silly. It was very carefully explained to me, that our phone sex was not illicit because we both participated with the full knowledge and consent of the other, even if we are underage. I was also informed that what we did was far better than the foolishness that goes on in the back seats of parked cars. That is almost a direct quote. There was just one request from my informant. Could I tone down the noise? <giggle>Apparently, it sounded like a fire siren, but we're not altogether sure that was me. I dunno. I never heard a thing except me."

"I understand. I had two extra females screaming over here, one right outside the doorway. I didn't hear anybody but you. You were loud, but you didn't sound like a fire siren. I've read that some women do, though. Now, give me the full story. I'll try not to interrupt. I wish we had a speaker phone. I have a notion my family would love this, if it's what I think it is, and it's OK with you."

"I don't mind at all."

"Just a sec... Dad, go upstairs and pick up the other phone. You and Mom should listen to this. If Val's out of the tub, have her listen too. I think we're going to find out who was the other party listening."

Dad ran upstairs, grinning. Shortly, we heard a very audible click on the line, as some one picked up the upstairs phone. We could hear extra background noise, too. Mom and Dad were making very sure this time that we knew they were there.

"You KNEW there were other people listening, David?"

"Not until we were hanging up. I heard two other clicks of phones being cradled, just as you and me said goodbye. I love you and respect you too much to make a private thing public on purpose. This morning was for you and you alone. It was nobody else's business."

A new female voice broke in. "Can I say something, Dave?"

"Go ahead, Mom."

"Carol, first of all, Don and I want to apologize for invading your and Dave's privacy this morning. We're very sorry for our behavior. Dave is absolutely right. That was meant as a gift to you, from someone who obviously loves you very much, and those of us who listened in for our own vicarious thrill, cheapened that gift. Having said that, what Dave did for you this morning was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. You must be one very special lady. Now I'll shut up and just listen to your story. I'm getting all teary eyed. Thank you for inviting us to hear your story."

"Thanks, Mrs. Lloyd."

"Thanks Mom. Now, Carol Anne Scott, will you pu-lease tell us what's going on."

"Well, my mom turns out to be a lot more open minded than I ever dreamed. The bathroom I was in is right next door to her room. I was using the speaker phone and I had the speaker turned up pretty loud so I could hear over the tub filling. Mom heard me talking, and then she could hear you on the speaker. She couldn't hear all that was said, but heard enough, especially once I got panting and thrashing around, to figure out there was a good case of phone sex going on. She heard me say your name, so she was pretty sure who I was doing it with. As she told me, what we were doing was a lot better and safer than what goes on in the back seats of parked cars. It was, as she put it, between two individuals, with the full knowledge and consent of each other. That's also why she didn't say anything yesterday when I jumped your bones in the dining room.

"Any way, she figured out what we were doing, and just kept her ears open so I didn't hurt myself. Well, on the 'Big One', as you so cutely called it, when I screamed your name, she heard another scream coming from our room. Thinking that I was the only one involved, she immediately thought something else had happened to either Riekie or Joanne. She ran to our room, burst in the door, and there was the two of them, wrapped around the phone, frigging themselves like crazy! They had been listening in, got involved, and you know the rest. Mom didn't mind them having phone sex. After all, she was OK with you and me. What made her mad was that they were using ours, without our knowledge or consent. They're in deep trouble for breaking our trust. They won't say which one of them decided to listen in, or how they found out about it."

"How they found out, is likely about the same way that Mom found out. One of them tried to use the phone, heard us, became intrigued, and called the other one over. The more devious way would have been for one of them to have followed you to the bathroom, overheard you using the phone in there, and then deliberately picking up the phone to listen.

"The first way is a little bit excusable, as it starts out accidentally. The insult to our privacy, is deciding to stay on the line, once you realize it's already being used. The second way is totally inexcusable because the person knows the line is being used, and listens in anyway.

"If we have another of these experiences, we'll hafta find a way to protect our privacy. The only way I can think of to do that is for each of us to get our own private line, with only one phone on it. Dad, didn't you look into a second line for here last year?"

"Hi, Carol. Welcome to our family. We don't like Mr. or Mrs. -- makes us feel old. You can call us by our first names, or you can call us Mom and Dad."

"Thanks, Mr... uh... Dad."

"And thank you, Carol. You chose the one we prefer. Dave, regarding the second private line, it's quite expensive. There's a hefty installation fee, and then the monthly phone bill, plus long distance charges. I don't know if either family can afford it, just so you two can have phone sex. Safe as it is, and an intriguing idea, I don't think it's practical."

"Thanks, Dad. I thought as much. So, Baby, if we're to have any fun at all, we're gonna have to come up with a plan 'B'. Either that, or take our chances with our privacy. Was that all?"

"David, you know that's not all. My mom wants you to come over and stay tonight, so we can leave early tomorrow for the cottage. You'll have to sleep with Bob. As much as I'd like you in with me, Mom would freak. Oh yeah, and there's a couple people who are supposed to beg our forgiveness, but only when we're both here <Giggle>"

"Mom. Dad. I'm going to discuss some things now with Carol Anne that you might find strange. You can listen in if you want, or you can hang up. It's your decision. Is that OK with you, Baby?"

"Yeah, sure. Why are you calling me Baby now?"

"Same reason you call me Lover. It's a pet name. Lover seems pretty straight forward as to how you arrived at it. Baby is a common pet name. I use it because you want one, but can't have it. Not yet, anyway. It may sound cruel, but it's not. If you don't like it, I'll come up with another one. 'Puss' maybe <chuckle>. Lets think about it, anyway."

"I don't mind Baby at all, I was just wondering why you started. I was just getting used to Carol Anne <giggle>."

'Oh! The confusion thing... Maybe you're right. I'll think about it. Anyway, did you say that both girls were masturbating to our little show today?"

"Yeah."

"Cool! When I'm over there tonight, I want you to jump my bones right in front of them. If Riekie keeps her composure, and doesn't 'faint', some good may have really come out of this. I also want to find out how they came to be listening in the first place. If it started out accidentally, that's one thing. If it was deliberate prying, we've all got a problem."

"You don't have to ask me to jump your bones, Silly. It's more likely you'll have to fight me off."

"Fat chance of me doing that!" <chuckle>

"Jeezus, Son. I asked earlier when you grew up so much. You're too damn reasonable to be a kid anymore. Maybe I'll look into that phone thing a little closer."

"Thanks, Dad. Carol Anne, when do you want me to come over?"

"The sooner the better, David."

"Mom?"

"All packed and ready to go"

"I knew there was a reason I never ran away from home. Mom And Dad, you're the best."

"Ditto from Carol Anne."

"Ok, Carol Anne Scott/Baby/Puss, I'll see you in a little while. Dad?"

"What? Oh yeah, sure. We can leave as soon as your bags are loaded. 'Bye, Carol."

"Bye... Dad<giggle> Bye... Mom<giggle>."

"Good bye David. See you in a bit. I love you. "

"'Bye Carol Anne. I love you too."



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Chapter 9


It took about an hour to make sure all my clothes were packed, then another twenty minutes to say all our 'Goodbyes, I'll writes', and all that good stuff. I gave everybody a big hug before I left with Dad. Val got a special one. She was still looking a little starry eyed. Dad was curious about Riekie, but contained it until we were in the car.

"So what's this about Riekie?"

"Oh! It seems she gets her jollies from watching other people make out. It doesn't even have to be full sex. With us, all we have to do is get into some heavy French kissing. She has an orgasm, and it's so strong she faints. She won't recognize her own sexuality. She keeps telling Carol that masturbation is dirty. Thank God her parents are more like you guys. I don't know where it came from. I think Joanne has something to do with it. She has some hang ups, too, but from what I've seen, Riekie's are worse."

"Oh, so after this incident, you're wondering if Riekie's changed her attitude toward masturbation?"

"For her sake I hope so."

"This new-found maturity of yours is pretty unnerving!" We both laughed.

"Like I told you, Dad. I don't think it's new. I think it was there all along, from the way you and Mom raised me. It just took the right situation to bring it out."

"It's still unnerving to see it so suddenly."

"I guess."

In about ten minutes, we were at the Scotts' being greeted by my Teen Angel. My Girl! Carol and Bob were both watching for us. Carol ran up and gave me a great big wet kiss, then threw her arms around Dad and hugged him hard, as he helped unload my stuff. You could tell he was delighted. He beamed. He'd be telling Mom what a wonderful girl Carol was, just because she hugged him. What red blooded man wouldn't like being mauled be a sexy nymphet? She was acting just like a typical teenager, all bubbly and bouncy. I loved her more (if that was possible) for it. It just seemed the more I saw of her, the more I found to love. And only a month ago, we didn't even know the other existed. Ain't love grand? Dad couldn't stay and visit, even though he was still curious about Riekie.

After Dad left, we carried my stuff into the house. Dolly gave me a big hug. Once I got settled in, Dolly said "We had better get this over with. Joanne has to leave soon. Bobby, go get the girls. I suppose Carol didn't tell you the rest? Their confined to their room for the day, and I had Bobby take the phone out."

The two older girls came trooping in. I was standing behind Carol with my arms around her waist, hands clasped over her navel. I was holding her close, and looking over her shoulder. The pose was deliberate. Carol knew what I was doing, but she was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Out of spite, she kept rubbing her butt into my crotch, teasing an already formidable boner. When they saw us, the two girls both sucked in their breath sharply, and rather than the repentant look Dolly wanted, they went all cow-eyed, our pose recalling images from this morning, just as I thought they might. Seeing this, Carol got a little more serious, and stopped teasing my cock with her butt. Instead, she snuggled back into my arms contentedly, and watched the girls with concern.

Dolly looked at the two girls "Riekie, Joanne, don't you have something to say to Carol and Dave?"

Riekie lost her cow-eyes. She looked like she was going to break down. "Carol, Dave. What we did today was wrong. We invaded your privacy. We cheapened a very romantic gift. We were friends until this. Can you forgive me, and let us be friends again?"

A pretty speech. She'd obviously rehearsed it. But did she mean it? I looked closer. Riekie was trying valiantly to hold back tears. I whispered in Carol's ear. "What do you think, Sweetheart? She's trying awful hard not to cry. I think she means it." Carol just gave a quick nod of her head, and pressed back tighter into me. She was trying to hold back tears too.

It's amazing how quickly the tables had turned. Riekie was always the big sister, looking out for Carol. Now Carol was the big sister.

"Riekie, you were always a good and true friend until this. From what she told me this morning, I don't like the way you treated Carol Anne last night. It was that, which made her hole up in the bathroom and call me in the first place. I was planning to give that gift to her anyway, but at a time of our choosing. Your actions forced me to rush it. Then, you cheapened it by listening in. Carol and I agree that it looks like your apology is genuine and sincere. So, we accept your apology." She brightened up, and moved forward to hug us. I held up my hand. She stopped.

"Friendship is another thing completely." She looked stricken. Carol turned her head up to me. The look in her eye was questioning. It was obvious from the stricken look that the friendship part was what Riekie valued most. Her apology was sincere. "Friendship is based on trust and truth. To regain our friendship you must re-earn our trust. Can you do that?" Carol relaxed. Now she, too, understood.

She nodded, lips quivering "Y-yes."

"Good. Friendship is also based on truth. It's no coincidence that the two words are similar. They share a common root. To regain our friendship, you must always be truthful with us. Can you do that?"

She nodded "Yes."

"Good. Then here's your first test. How did you two come to be listening in on Carol's and my very private and personal phone conversation?"

She glanced over at Joanne, who was looking daggers at her. "Joanne went to use the bathroom. She heard Carol talking on the phone to you. She came back to our room all excited, and told me that Carol was talking to you on the phone. She couldn't understand why Carol had to hide in the bathroom to talk to you when we had a phone in our room. She thought you guys were talking about us behind our backs. She said 'Let's listen in, and see what's so special that she can't use this phone.' I didn't want to do it. I know if I had a boyfriend, I'd want a little privacy. But she got all excited. She started listening, and the next thing you know, I was listening too. Then you guys started getting so hot, so very hot, I couldn't pull away. And then everything went all haywire. You guys got hot, we got hot, and Mom caught us being dirty with our fingers. When she came in, I thought she'd yell at us for doing ourselves. But no, she was angry that we had invaded your privacy. Oh, guys, I'm so sorry. You guys have been so good with me, and we had so much fun, and now I've ruined it! I feel awful!" She broke down and started crying. With a struggle, she got herself back together.

"Just where in our conversation did you come in?"

"Well, Jo was listening a few minutes longer than I was, but I think I started when you guys were talking about names. That's what hooked me. I was awed, that you two could put so much meaning in a name."

"Did we talk about either of you?"

"Yes."

"Did we say anything gossipy or derogatory?"

"No."

"What did you learn from what we talked about regarding you?"

"I was angry at first, that you would talk about me at all, then I realized that you were talking about me the way a parent, or-or a concerned f-friend would. I learned that you guys really do care for me. You think I have a problem, and want to help. I also learned that you knew I was sneaking peeks at you guys making out."

"Did you enjoy the sexual part?"

"At first I thought it was so dirty, but you were so hot! I couldn't help myself. I was seeing stars when Mom came in the room. I think I blacked out, too. I don't think I screamed, but Jo did."

"Riekie, this is a very personal question. You can answer it or not. Your choice. But if you do answer it, I want the truth, as in 'friend' truth. Do you understand?"

She nodded "Yes."

"Your mother is a very open person. She told you kids that masturbation is normal and healthy. I know this from both Bob and Carol. I can't see her treating you any different. Where did you learn that masturbation is dirty?"

She hesitated, but only for a second. "In grade school."

"How old were you, and who told you?"

"I was six. One of the nuns at St. Mary's"

"Why"

"I found out very young, that I could make myself feel really good by feeling myself d-down there." I saw Dolly's eyes shoot up.

"You know how little kids are. They do things that adults would call private right out in the open. I was playing with myself one day in the playground. The nun in charge of the playground saw me. She went off the deep end and dragged me into the school, and spanked my bare bottom. She told me I was dirty and would go to Hell if I played with myself. She would see me out in the playground every day until I got old enough to come home for lunch. Every day she'd tell me that playing with myself was dirty. Who was I to doubt a nun? When I was old enough to have the mother-daughter talk with Mom, I didn't believe her when she told me that 'doing that' was Ok."

Riekie saw the gathering anger in my eyes. In my arms, Carol felt me tense up, and knew I was getting very angry.

"Did I do something else wrong? Why are you getting mad at me?"

The anger drained almost instantly. Carol relaxed in my embrace.

"Oh poor, poor Riekie! No. I'm not angry with you. I hurt for you! I'm angry with that nun who destroyed a little girl's wonderful innocence! There must be a special place in Hell for people like her. Can I ask you one more personal question?"

"Y-yes"

"What happens to you when you watch Carol and me making out? Do you have an orgasm?" Carol dug her elbow into my ribs. I flinched.

"No, Carol leave him alone. It's OK. I'm not sure. I think I do, but I always faint. Why?"

"Carol and I put two and two together this morning. You probably heard that on the phone. If you hadn't heard us talking about your problem, how would you have answered that question?"

"I probably would have said no."

"That's the answer I was looking for. Our conclusion that you do indeed have orgasms when you watch us is still valid. The diagnosis must change. Yes, Riekie, I'm sure that you orgasm when you watch us. We thought they were so intense you pass out, and then deny to yourself that it happened. Instead, I think it's a defense mechanism. Your subconscious mind won't allow you to experience a full orgasm. When one gets close, your subconscious puts a block on the blood supply to your brain, and you pass out. You don't have to deny what you can't remember. That was Carol's first thought that you might not even be aware of them. I think she might be right after all. You like to watch us, because we can have unrestrained pleasure. Because it's us doing it, you don't get the guilt. More damage done to you by that nun. I think you were able to orgasm this morning because your guilt was tied up wrestling with the right and wrong of the phone thing. Did you have one orgasm this morning, or two?"

"I c-c-came every time Carol did."

"Wow! Did you enjoy them?"

"Yeah! That last one was so intense I didn't ever want it to stop. It felt like a whole lot of bad stuff came out of me."

"Oh, for your sake I hope a lot of bad stuff did get removed. Riekie, Carol and I have decided that you can be our friend again." The delightful creature in my arms could hardly contain herself. "You still need to regain our complete trust, but we want to be there as friends to help you with your problem. You're a sweet, wonderful person. You'll make a great doctor, but we have to fix the broken part. It might take professional help, but I think you're on your way. Wanna group hug?" She ran to us, and the three of us hugged each other as one.

There was one more party to deal with. I hoped it was as positive as this one, but I had a sinking feeling about it.

"Joanne, you've heard everything Riekie said. Do you have anything to say to us?" Riekie stepped back by Bob as I spoke to Joanne.

Her eyes filled with defiance, Joanne simply said "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy." She didn't sound very sincere. Carol's head twisted side to side under my chin. She was voting no. The tension in her lovely body said she was very angry with her old friend.

"Joanne, you heard me tell Riekie about the importance of trust and truth among fiends. Do you have any thing to add to what Riekie said?"

"I didn't start it. She did." Riekie looked stunned, hurt and betrayed.

I felt my eyes narrow. "How?"

"When I came back from the bathroom, she was already on the phone." Riekie was getting ready to hurt her 'friend'. She was not pleased. Bob had to hold her back.

"How did she know Carol was on the phone?" I knew the probable answer, like what happened to my folks, but I wanted to see if she would fabricate something.

I wasn't disappointed. "She said Carol told her she was gonna call you, and she wanted to hear what was said about her." Carol's head was twisting back and forth under mine. She was denying she told anyone she was going to call me. Riekie was livid.

"Joanne. We can't accept your apology. It is insincere and lacks conviction. You seem to be incapable of telling the truth. I don't think we can trust you, either. You would rather accuse another of something you did, than admit the mistake and move on. You seem to be incapable of accepting responsibility for your own actions. We will still associate with you socially, but we can no longer count you among our friends."

"Who needs you guys any way? I'm going home." Her overnight bag was already sitting in the porch. She grabbed it and stormed out the door.

Carol squeezed my arm. "What a bitch! And I thought she was one of my best friends! Good riddance!"

It's not as easy as that to lose a friend. I knew she'd take her back if Joanne saw the error of her ways. They went back too far. Carol would mourn the loss of her friend when she got over her anger.

I didn't think Riekie would ever forgive her. The betrayal there was too deep.

I excused myself and went to the washroom. When I came out, they were all looking at me. Dolly had a look of awe. Carol's look was full of love. Riekie's was almost like hero worship. Bob was Bob.

Dolly waved me to a chair at the dining room table. It looked like she was calling a family conference. "Dave, where did you ever learn to conduct such an in depth interview?"

"Dolly, maybe I should first tell you a little about how I was raised. My folks, particularly my Dad, believe in raising their children to be responsible and mature. He said 50 years or so ago, kids my age were already on their own. They were often married with children too. So, in my family, from the time we can understand, we've been taught the basics of life. Right now, I can run the farm as good as Dad almost. I know what has to be done, when, and how. Val can cook and sew. We learned early the value of hard work. If the hard times came again, Val and I would survive, maybe even thrive on the farm.

"But we weren't taught just the physical skills to survive. They've given us more. They gave us them. They gave us their knowledge. They gave us their wisdom. And even though we don't realize, as young people sometimes what we're learning, it's still there. It will make itself known and useful when the time is right. I found that out today. My own Dad was shocked at a certain level of maturity in me that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He had to be reminded that he'd simply done a good job. What brought it out in me was the growing, maturing love Carol and I share.

"That particular interview is probably the very first parenting lesson we get growing up at my house. Dad says that every child, around the age of 5 or 6, goes through a phase where they try on lying and stealing for size. Because kids are so disingenuous, they get caught. At our house, that's the interview we all get. We learn the lesson inherent in the interview and then we learn how to do the interview. Dad says we need to know it, so the older kids are better equipped to handle the younger ones when there's no parent around. Stretching it to work with the questions I asked Riekie to find out about the nun was no big deal. Basically, the interview is a template. You fit your questions to the template. You just need to know the right questions to ask. In Riekie's case, the situation provided the questions."

"How is it that you know so much about sex, and especially sexual problems like Riekie's?"

"Simple. I read a lot. My dad has a great collection of books. At the risk of bragging, I retain almost everything I read. That's why I do so well in school. Dad says it's from all the memory work we had to do in Sunday School and Grade School."

"How did you know how to do that phone sex thing that had three girls in this house screaming bloody murder when they orgasmed?"

I grinned. "And two at my house. Ask Carol. Simple. Like I said. I read a lot. In my dad's book collection, he has a large selection of erotica. I really started reading them closely after Carol and I got together. My folks also taught us kids to be sensitive to the needs of others. One of the things I learned from those books was that for sex to be truly pleasurable, it's important to be sensitive to your partner. That seemed to be a natural extension of what my parents taught me."

She looked at me with new respect. "When we get back after the summer, I think the parents are going to be spending more time together. Why don't you kids go watch television or something until dinner's ready." That broke up the meeting.

Carol and I cuddled up on the couch. Riekie came over and fidgeted in front of us. "Can I cuddle with you for awhile Dave?" I looked at Carol. I wasn't going to piss her off.

She nodded. "But it's not with 'Dave' — it's with us."

Riekie beamed. "Oh, you guys! I love you both."

"Sure. I got two arms." I sat up a little straighter, to make room. Riekie cuddled up on my left side. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my arm like she was hanging on for dear life. She sighed contentedly. I was happy. Just like the first time Carol and I went out, I had two beautiful women on my arms. I felt like the king of the world.

Before long, Dolly called us to supper. We had a lovely time. Riekie was a little reserved, like she was thinking, but all in all, it was good. The little boys were all excited about leaving for the cottage. They kept chattering on about what they'd do all summer. Some of their ideas were pretty outlandish, and we laughed a lot.

After supper, Carol and I helped her mom with the cleanup then we went in to watch some TV before bedtime. Everyone was going to bed extra early so we could get an early start. Bob was off doing something with the little boys.

Carol and I cuddled up together on the couch. Riekie came in a few minutes later. As she passed us, Carol held out her arm to stop her then pointed beside me. Riekie sucked in her breath, but you could have lit a dark room with her smile. She settled down beside me. I put my arm around her. Like before, she then wrapped her arms around my arm, and pulled it in close. She squirmed around a bit to get more comfy, and laid her head on my shoulder. Carol leaned out around me to look at Riekie. I think she saw something she liked, because she had a big, satisfied smile. She snuggled in even closer on her side, and turned her face up to me. Her eyes were a little moist, full of love, but they also held a mischievous twinkle, like she was up to something. "Kiss me!"

Always glad to oblige, I proceeded to do just that. The kiss started out slow and tender. It built to a fever pitch. We were bruising our lips on each other. We swapped tongues back and forth. Carol tried something new. When I put my tongue in her mouth, she captured it and started sucking on it. It was mind-wrenchingly fantastic! As we kissed, I noticed that Carol's hips were unabashedly pumping into the air. She was having a grand time! We came up for air a few times. Whenever we did, she'd get her lips up along my ear, and nibble at my earlobe. She was driving me nuts. After what seemed like an eternity of torrid kissing, Carol suddenly stiffened. Her grip on my neck tightened, then relaxed. Her hips lurched off the couch. Damn! The girl came again! She relaxed. We slowly broke the kiss and snuggled tighter. Her thighs were parted. The crotch of her shorts showed a very obvious wet spot. The skin on those gorgeous legs below her shorts had the most delightful glow. She giggled and stage whispered. "Darn! Gotta change my panties again." I almost made a matching wet spot in my own pants.

"Maybe you should just wear skirts and dresses all the time and forget panties completely." The mental image that conjured up for me was almost too much.

"Sounds practical and delightfully sinful." Where had my girl (My Girl!) lost all her inhibitions?

A movement under my other arm drew my attention to Riekie. She had turned her head and was looking at us with awe, and something else... Lust? "You guys are just so hot! So god damn hot!" She smiled. I think she was getting off on her use of profanity. "I didn't pass out that time."

"OH?" From both of us. "AND??" Again from both of us.

She giggled. She dropped her eyes demurely. She whispered. "I came. I gotta change my panties too." Carol snickered. I squeezed Riekie tighter in my arm, and kissed the top of her pretty head. She sighed.

We all giggled then. Carol reached down. She put her hand on my boner. Startled beyond all recognition, I jumped. She'd NEVER done that before. She jerked her hand away. "Did I hurt you?"

"No. You surprised me, is all. It's OK'"

She put her hand back on it, stroking gently, open handed. I was almost delirious with pleasure. "Poor thing. You're gonna be hurting like last night. I want to learn how to fix you up like you did me."

Riekie watched the whole tableau, not saying a thing. Her eyes were like saucers, and she kept licking her lips.

Dolly stuck her head in the room. Bed time kids. We have an early start tomorrow."

We all groaned, headed up the stairs. Everyone was soon getting ready to settle down. Like Carol said, I was bunking in with Bob for the night. He only had a double bed in his room. I didn't want to be sporting a great big boner when I went to bed. What would my buddy think of me? I went to use the bathroom, but it was busy, and there seemed to be a lineup. I had to get my toothbrush out of my bag downstairs anyway, so I decided to use the little bathroom down there. I had privacy, too. I locked myself in and turned on a tap for cover noise. I dropped my pants, faced the john, and conjured up a vision of Carol in a short skirt. She was flashing me, and she had no panties on. I was so wound up from our session a few minutes ago, I only had to take a few strokes before I was spewing. I missed the toilet and splattered all over the place. As I came, I called out softly "Carol A-a-annnnne". My hips jerked like crazy. As I wound down, I thought I heard a furtive movement outside the door, and a faint gasp. I let it go. Imagination? That was a good one! It only took a few minutes to clean up the mess with some toilet paper. I had a pee, and flushed it all away. I brushed my teeth and splashed some cold water on my face. I felt a lot better, and knew I'd sleep quickly. I headed back upstairs. It looked like everyone else had settled down. The lights were all off except a dim nightlight so people wouldn't fall down the stairs.

As I neared the top, someone slipped out of the girls' room. It was Carol. She was wearing her nightshirt that just barely came below her bum. The light was behind her. Silhouetted by the faint light, her shirt was translucent. It revealed every delectable curve. My mouth went dry. She waited for me on the top step, feet slightly spread. I looked up. I was looking straight into heaven! She wasn't wearing any panties, just like in my fantasy. Her pussy was prettier than I imagined. I could see her lips pouting down deliciously. But this was real! I came up to her. She put her arms around my neck and whispered. "Do I get a good night kiss?"

I slid my arms around her. Her nakedness was doing things to me. Her nipples burned me through my shirt. Our lips met, and we enjoyed a very sweet kiss. When we broke, her lips were by my ear. "I listened out side the bathroom. You called my name! I did myself and came with you! Do you feel a little better now?" I almost fainted! I staggered. Her arms tightened around my neck to steady me. I dropped my hands to her cute butt. They cupped hot, bare flesh. I pulled her into me. She felt my hard-on, and wriggled her bare pussy against it.

"Yeah, but you're getting me going again. God, you're the most beautiful, sexy creature I've ever seen. I love you so much."

"I just wanted you to see what is yours when the time is right."

"OK you two, get to bed! Your own beds!" Dolly called out from her room. We groaned and separated. We exchanged a quick kiss, and she slipped back into her room.

Bob was already asleep. I stripped down to my jockeys and climbed into bed with him. So much for not having a boner for bed! I turned on my side away from Bob, and amazingly, went straight to sleep.

Morning came too soon. Dolly had us all up with the sun. Everyone except the little guys looked like too much tired and not enough night. We soon got ourselves sorted out, though, and by the time breakfast was over, everyone had brightened up. We were all excited to get going.

We were taking so much stuff with us Bob Sr. had rented a U-Haul trailer. He was still working, and would meet us at the cottage on the weekend. Dolly would do most of the driving. Riekie had her Beginner's Permit and would spell her off. It took over an hour to get all our stuff loaded. From growing up on a farm, I knew how to balance a load properly, so everything went quite smoothly. I could drive, too, in an emergency, but was still a month away from getting my Beginner's.

While we were loading up, Carol pulled me behind the trailer to steal a kiss. Then she laid a bombshell on me. "I don't think we need to worry too much anymore about Riekie."

"Oh? How so?"

"She jerked off to at least three orgasms last night! I think she thought I was asleep."

"I see, and why weren't you sleeping?" I grinned.

She punched me in the arm. "You got me so hot squeezing my bare bum! I was jerking off, too."

"So what's the big deal? Sounds like Riekie is well on the road to a full recovery. I'd have liked to have been there though. Watching two beautiful women do themselves is a major turn on!"

She giggled. "Pervert! No, it's how she did it. When she came, she called out your name! So did I, but I always do. I love my sister, but she's not going to steal you away from me!"

"You have nothing to fear there Sweetheart. I'm yours and yours alone. Riekie has no other experience, no other fantasy. Because she shared in yesterday's pleasure with you, it actually doesn't surprise me. That was pretty intense for all the females who experienced it."

She looked thoughtful for a minute. "I think you're right, but I'm still going to watch her."

"Something else you might want to consider. Riekie is really worried about losing both of us as friends. She's taking this 'win back our trust' thing very seriously. I don't think she'd do anything to jeopardize that. She'll be content with her night time fantasies." As it turned out, I was absolutely correct. Riekie remained a friend, and never once offered to do anything of impropriety with me.

Dolly found us, and made us finish the loading. There were a few things to put in the back of the station wagon then we were on our way. Dolly and Riekie sat up front to share the driving. Bob and the little boys got the middle seat. Carol and I got the back seat — all to ourselves. Once we got on the road, Carol and I cuddled into each others arms. We fooled around a little bit with play kisses, but the smooth motion of the big car on the road soon had us dozing. We fell asleep in each others arms and slept through most of the trip. We didn't even wake up when everyone else stopped for breaks.

I woke up when the car hit a bump. I felt something in my crotch. Carol had a death grip on my cock through my pants. I was ragingly hard. "'Bout time you woke up. I thought I'd have to break him to wake you up. You must've had a nice dream. It was like that when I woke up. I just had to touch him. Am I hurting you?"

"No, but you could loosen up a little. I was dreaming of a vision I saw last night with the sweetest little pussy and the warmest, cutest bum a man ever laid hands on. Somebody we know, I think. Where are we?"

"We're almost there. We just turned onto the last short road, so don't start anything we can't finish." She gave my cock a playful squeeze and released it.

I sat up straighter, took my bearings. I gave her a quick kiss." That's a nice way to wake up. We should sleep together more often."

She poked me in the ribs, and snuggled up. "Yeah, I'd like that."

The car rolled to a stop in front of an old farm house. We were at the cottage.



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Chapter 10


It was early afternoon when we arrived at the cottage. The aunts came out to greet us. I was introduced to Tante Pie and Tante Jo. Their other sister, Kit, would be there on the weekend. The parents, whom the kids called 'Oma' and "Opa, ' were in the house. They were now quite elderly, and didn't feel they needed to come out to greet us. Everyone would find their way to them soon enough. We got busy and started unpacking all our stuff. With many hands, it didn't take long. Dolly took Bob with her, and they headed into the nearby town to drop off the U-Haul at the local depot. She was going to get some groceries, too. Poor Bob! Grocery shopping with his mom again! The rest of us, under the supervision of the aunts, soon got all our stuff put away.

The 'cottage' was actually an old farm house on the shore of a small, beautiful lake. It had been a family homestead, and was more like two houses joined. There was a connecting door between the two halves, but they were otherwise separate. There was another, smaller, addition on the west end. Bob Sr.'s daughter, Joyce, from a previous marriage used it with her small family whenever they were there. She was significantly older than Dolly's kids. She was almost grown when Riekie was born, so they weren't all that close with her. Dolly spoke of her fondly, though. They wouldn't be here this year, but we stayed out of there anyway.

The east end, or half, of the house was occupied by the grandparents and the aunts. The west half, less the addition used by Joyce, and by far the biggest section, was where we stayed. There were four good-sized bedrooms upstairs. Dolly and Bob Sr. had the largest, at the head of the stairs, on the north-west side. Bob and I shared the next one down, on the east side, next the stairwell. The girls shared the one at the south end of the hall, and the little boys were across the hall, on the west, from Bob and me. Bob and I lucked out. We had two single beds. The girls and the little boys all had to share old-fashioned doubles.

Dolly and Bob got back from town just as we finished putting everything away. The girls helped Dolly stow the groceries, then she kicked us all out while she prepared a feast. The girls wanted to help, but she said "No! My sisters will help. It's a good time for us to get caught up. You kids get outside. It is a beautiful day, and you've been cooped up in that car most of it. Go run off a little energy." She looked at Carol and me. She grinned. "You two keep your pants on, too." We were flabbergasted!

The other kids had already gone out side. Riekie and Bob were watching the little guys, but they soon found the sandbox and started playing. Oma and Opa had moved onto the front step. They were sitting in the shade, relaxing. We went over to greet them. I was introduced, and there were hugs all around. Oma told us four older ones to go ahead and look around. She and Opa would watch the little guys. Neither of them seemed to mind that Carol was cuddled tight to me, my arm possessively 'round her waist. Instead, they gave us very knowing, and almost approving smile.

The four of us started wandering toward the lake. Riekie moved up alongside, but instead of taking my arm as she often did, she took Carol's free arm, and pulled herself into a cuddle with her sister. Like that, we all strolled to the water to check it out. There was a small, private beach. About 75 feet out, there was a floating raft they used as a swim and dive platform. They told me the water there was a little over 8 feet deep. It was a very pretty spot, with the westering sun casting long shadows from behind. The air was balmy, and smelled of new-mown hay. We lazed around by the water's edge, just talking and laughing. We had a really good time, just being together. It seemed no time at all, and Dolly was calling us to supper.

And what a feast those ladies put on! It was my first full-blown taste of Dutch cooking. I was impressed, and stuffed myself to bursting. After supper, the girls helped clean up. Carol and I decided to go for a walk. We were admonished to behave ourselves. We just wanted a little privacy and a few minutes alone. We were tired from the long day, so we didn't go far. We'd walk a way, stop, pull ourselves into an embrace, and kiss. The kisses weren't demanding, just full of love and tenderness. We were having another idyll. We stayed out about an hour. We were just about back to the house, just strolling along, holding hands, when Riekie met us.

"Mom sent me to look for you. I told her you were probably just about back. She sent me out anyway. I was right."

She came up on my open side and took my arm. Instead, I slipped my arm around an amazingly supple waist. I had my other arm around Carol, and the three of us literally skipped back to the house, laughing and giggling.

When we came in, Dolly just raised an eyebrow at us. The girls got out an old Monopoly game which we played until after 11 and Bob cleaned up the rest of us going bankrupt. After the game, it was bedtime. We were all pretty whacked out from a very long day.

The only bathroom was downstairs, so we all had to take a turn. Everyone got in and out ahead of Carol and me and I beat her to it. I just had a pee, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. A soft tap at the door announced Carol. I was done, so I opened the door to come out. She was wearing a floor length robe that hugged and set off her delicious curves. She stepped into my arms.

"What were you doing in there?" she had an impish grin.

"Actually, just the usual bathroom stuff. It's been such a long day, and it's so relaxing here, I didn't need any urgent relief tonight."

She took my hands and slid them inside her robe. She was naked under it! I just kept my arms around her waist, and cupped her gorgeous buttocks, squeezing them gently. I didn't explore further. I pulled her into me. She felt my boner, and ground her pussy into me. "That's better! I was beginning to think I was losing my effect on you. If I have to go to bed horny, you will too!" She giggled. "Kiss me!"

I dropped my lips to hers. We were enjoying a very torrid make out. I think Carol was just about to come, when her mother hollered down the stairs. "That's enough you two! Get to bed! Your own beds!" She had the most impeccable sense of timing. I always suspected that she deliberately did that. She always managed to send Carol off to bed frustrated. We climbed the stairs, holding hands. We stopped for a quick kiss at the top then went to our separate rooms. When I got into ours, Bob was already asleep. He had the most enviable talent: as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold. Once he was asleep, you could hardly wake him. Despite the raging boner Carol had just given me, I fell asleep almost instantly.

I woke up somewhere in the middle of the night. My boner was definitely demanding attention. Those beds squeaked like Hell, so there was no way I was going for relief in the bedroom. The whole house would have heard. I slipped on my shorts and made my way as quietly as possible to the bathroom. Someone getting up to pee at night is not unusual, so I wasn't afraid of waking anyone up. I locked myself in the john, aimed at the toilet, and started stroking to a fantasy of that robe slowly slipping off those beautiful shoulders. I came, whispering 'Carol A-a-nne". This time I managed to control the direction, and squirted most into the toilet. Just like the night before, I heard a small noise outside the bathroom. A soft gasp. I grinned. The cleanup didn't take long, so I waited just a couple more minutes before I came out. If she'd been there, she was gone. I went back to bed, and slept the sleep of the dead. That was the first day of an amazing summer at the cottage.

The days rolled together so quickly. We never lacked for something to do. Bob and I would go exploring around the countryside, poking into old barns and drive sheds. We found some old machinery and spent several days trying to figure out just what it was, and its use. If I wasn't with Bob, I was with Carol, usually accompanied by Riekie. No one made her join us. We enjoyed having her with us. We kissed openly in front of her now. She didn't faint anymore. Occasionally, Carol would get carried away, and rub herself on me to orgasm. When it was just us, or just the three of us, she let loose a bit, and was quite vocal. Every time she got herself off, we invariably heard Riekie gasp. She always blushed, and told us she needed to "change my panties..."

We swam at the small beach and played "King of the Hill" on the raft. The girls were stunners in their two-piece bathing suits. Kids from neighbouring cottages often joined us. We were a tight group, and we didn't make any strong friendships with the other kids. Most of the other kids were younger, anyway. We just had the best swimming hole. At bedtimes we developed a nightly routine. Carol and I would be the last to use the bathroom. She'd let me in first. I refused to jerk off, saying I was tired. She'd meet me when I came out, we'd have a torrid kiss, and her mother would yell at us to get to bed, our own beds. I'd get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I'd jerk off, calling her name. There was always the little gasp just outside the door. That's the way our days went -- and our nights.

One night, I thought there was a little extra noise outside the bathroom. I turned off the light, and peaked out through the old-fashioned keyhole. They were both there! I couldn't see that much in the dim light from the nightlight, but what I could, was HOT! They were doing each other by hand, and kissing hotly! I had to jerk off again before I went back to bed. That only happened once, that I know of, but it was a major turn-on for a 15-year old. I suspect they were afraid of making too much noise to go for a repeat performance. I never told either of them what I saw.

Our idyllic days rolled on for two weeks to the Civic Holiday weekend. Bob Sr. would drive up for the weekends. He and Dolly had an active sex life, too. They weren't particularly quiet, either. They kept the girls and me awake several times. Bob and the little guys could sleep through a tornado. Whenever we were kept awake, the girls and I would comment on it the next day when we were alone. It got to be a game, and we'd score the evening's entertainment based on the volume and duration of the noise. Invariably, those would be times when Carol would rub herself on me to orgasm while we were necking heavily. This ALWAYS got Riekie off, too. Those girls went through a lot of underwear... It looked like Riekie had rediscovered her sexuality. Carol told me several times that Riekie would keep her awake while she masturbated. She said they even had mutual sessions where they compared techniques. Damn! To have been there! The stuff of fantasies.

Civic Holiday is the first weekend in August. It used to be called Bank Holiday, an old British holiday. There was a dance pavilion on the other side of the lake. They were holding a dance on the Saturday night. We were all going. Friday before the dance, everyone had to go to town for various things. The aunts and the grandparents had to attend to some business regarding the property. Dolly took both Bob and Riekie to town. Riekie was trying out for her final driver's test, and Bob had to go shopping with his mother — again. Carol and I were left home to baby sit the little guys. Because they were going to be allowed to stay up late so they could see Bob Sr. when he got home, Dolly insisted they have an afternoon nap. The boys complained a little bit, but they went down for their nap fairly easily. Carol and I stood in the doorway watching them sleep. They were adorable sleeping, as only the young can be. I've always enjoyed watching the little ones sleep.

"They look so cute! Someday we'll have some of our own to love and watch as they sleep."

"Yeah. Someday... maybe..." She squeezed my arm. I slipped it around her waist and held her to me. We watched them contentedly for a bit then we quietly slipped downstairs so as not to disturb them. Little need, though. Those kids slept like the dead. We knew when it came time to get them up we'd have to shake them.

It was very hot that day, so we stayed in the relative cool of the house. The windows were all open, and a nice breeze was wafting through. We parked ourselves on the couch, and just lazed around for a little while. It was so peaceful, with just the two of us. Finally! Some real quality time alone.

Gradually, we started kissing and light petting. Just tender, loving gestures. There was no urgency, but the kisses kept getting deeper and longer.

On one of our breaks, she placed her hand on my chest, her fingers idly toying with the buttons on my shirt, her head on my shoulder "Do you really want to have babies with me?"

"Very much. Someday. Yes."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"I will hold you to that promise." She said it so seriously, I had to look. There was a very determined look on her face. I just knew I hadn't made an idle promise, and that she would definitely hold me to it.

We kissed a bit more then she excused herself to the bathroom. She wasn't gone long, but when she came back, she looked a little different. Her face was flushed. I thought there was an extra button undone on her shirt. She was wearing that same white man's dress shirt as when I first met her. It was no longer tied across her midriff, but hung down loose. God! She looked sexy! Her loose fitting shirt highlighted her form. Her shorts were a very relaxed fit, with wide, flared legs. The waist band was a little loose on her, allowing them to just hang off her gorgeous hips.

Carol eased herself down beside me, and snuggled in. She held her face up for a kiss. Her eyes were warm and moist. We started a soft, sensuous kiss that soon turned into full French. She started doing that tongue suck thing on me, and nearly blew my mind. In the heat of the moment, my free hand went to her breast. There was no bra! That's what had looked different! Her curves had softened a bit with the removal of that garment. My touch seemed to drive her into an even greater frenzy. She couldn't seem to get enough. It felt like she was trying to suck me right down her throat. Emboldened, I let my hand explore a bit. I felt the fullness of her beautiful teenage breast. I could feel her nipple hardening through the thin material of the shirt. We broke from the kiss to catch our breath.

Normally, this is where she'd gently remove my hand with a quiet admonishment against being caught. Today, she just arched her back, pressing herself into my hand. As we resumed the kiss, starting off slow and easy once more, I let my hand wander a bit more. I found the buttons on her shirt, and gently started working them open. Her free hand started undoing mine! She only had three or four buttons, so it wasn't long before her shirt was completely undone. Mine was still tucked into my shorts. She got as many undone as she could, slipped her hand inside, and started caressing my chest. Her touch was so soft and light! It was highly erotic. I'd never experienced anything like it.

Taking my cue from her, I slipped my own hand inside her now fully opened shirt and felt her breast. It was exquisite! I remembered how I told her to do it that day I got her off over the phone. I dropped my hand to her tummy, and started caressing slowly in patterns, drawing my fingertips up along her ribs. She flinched a little, and giggled into my mouth. I kept it up. My fingertips brushed lightly along the side of her breast, then back down to her hip. Moving more to the front, I brought my hand slowly up, palm down, trailing my fingertips up her abdomen to the under side of he breast, then across to the other one, and back down. She was gasping and churning her hips. She could hardly keep her mouth on mine. I turned my hand, brining it up along her ribs, palm down. Stroking and gently massaging her hot, hot flesh. I cupped her full young breast, feeling the nipple burning my palm. I squeezed gently. The whole breast seemed to swell and get firmer, 'erect'. I moved my hand over to her other breast, and repeated the maneuver. That breast seemed to erect almost instantaneously. I was delirious with delight. I'd dreamt of this, fantasized about it, but no dream or fantasy compared even remotely to the real thing! I encircled a breast with my hand, squeezing, massaging her resilient, burning flesh. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefingers, gently squeezing and rolling it. She gasped, and broke the kiss.

She fell back against the back of the couch, head thrown back, eyes closed, breathing hard. I gazed at her in love and wonder. Her breasts were now fully exposed to my view. They were full, without being overly large. Firm, with no sag. Her aureoles were a delightful shade of pink, almost conical on her breasts. Her nipples were slightly darker. Fully erect, with a jaunty upward tilt. If breasts have perfection, I was seeing it. I felt her hand go to the back of my neck, and stroke lightly. I looked up, and saw her watching me. Her eyes were hot and moist.

"Like what you see?' A soft, musical laugh.

"The words to describe the beauty I am privy to have not been invented." Sounds corny, but it was also true. Mere words could not describe what I was seeing and feeling.

Delighted giggle. "Flatterer."

"I am rarely at a loss for words, M'lady, but you have me speechless this moment." Where DID I come up with this stuff? All that reading, I guess.

It must have been the right thing to say, though. She threw her head back against the couch again, whispering. "They're all yours today."

Full green light? Oh Lord! Help me! Where do I start? Where you left off, maybe?

Her hand on the back of my neck pulled me forward. I nuzzled into her neck, licking, kissing, and nibbling. My left hand found her right breast again. I squeezed. I massaged. I played with her nipple while I kissed and licked all around her neck, her throat. I blew a raspberry on her carotid. She jumped and cooed. I nibbled on her lips, and down to her chin, then around to the other side of her neck. I blew another raspberry on that side. She lurched and cooed again. I was delighted with her responses. I traced circles on her breasts with my fingers. She was quivering and humping, moaning in pleasure.

Her grip on my neck tightened. I felt her forcing my head lower. Who was I to complain? I'd told her I wanted to do this. I lowered my head, kissing, and nibbling at the base of her throat, over to her shoulder and back. I left no inch of her exposed flesh untouched by my lips and tongue. I relaxed the arm around her, so I could slide down a bit. I brought it out, and used it to prop myself against the couch. I only needed one free hand for what I was doing, but I needed to keep my weight off her so I could move my face and free hand around. My hand continued to tweak and kneed her breasts. My mouth descended, teasingly slow. I kissed the top of her breast then dragged my tongue over to the top of the other, placing another kiss there. She moaned out loud, and thrust her breasts toward my questing mouth. I dragged my tongue down the upper slope of her left breast. I nibbled and kissed all round her aureole, without touching her nipple, teasing by not touching. Her moan was becoming an almost constant sound, broken only buy gasps and sighs. At the same time, the fingers of my left hand were tracing lazy circles on her right breast, all around the aureole, not quite touching that sensitive area. My tongue traced inward, finally licking the aureole on her left breast. She hissed. Her hand moved to the back of my head, pressing me into her. I let her, and my mouth descended fully on her nipple.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h! So-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-o-od!"

My mouth fully on her nipple, I sucked. She tasted divine! I was lost in the wonder of it! My left hand finally traced inward, too, lightly teasing the flesh or her right aureole. The already tight skin seemed to get even tighter. I took her nipple in my fingers. I pinched. She lurched. I knew I'd sent a jolt to her clit. I left off sucking her left nipple and dragged my tongue through her cleavage up on to her right breast. I moved my left hand to the couch cushions bracing myself, and freed my right hand. My mouth continued its exploration of her right breast. My right hand moved to her left breast, lightly tracing up that glorious mound. My fingers traced circles, working inward, until I was ticking the nipple. I flicked it. A jolt shot through her. Her hips lifted and bucked.

"O! O! O-o-o-h-h-h!"

My mouth descended on her right breast, her hand guiding me. I took her nipple in my mouth. She gasped. My mouth fully on her breast, I licked and teased her nipple. It swelled and hardened more. Her breathing was getting ragged. I sucked hard, suddenly. Another jolt traveled down her body. Her hips rose and bucked again.

"O-o-oo-o-hh—h! You're torturing meeee! Don't stop! So good!"

My mouth trailed lower, off her right breast, down onto her tummy. My right hand continued exploring her breasts. I flicked her left nipple. Another jolt spasmed though her. I reached across, flicked her right nipple. Another jolt! Her hips were squirming and thrusting. I licked down her tummy toward her navel. I blew gentle raspberries on her hot, moist skin. Everywhere my mouth traveled, the taste was wonderful. Her scent was intoxicating. My mouth moved lower, kissing, kicking and nibbling. I found her navel. I kissed, licked, and nibbled all around it. Her belly was vibrating, her hips pumping. I flicked her nipples some more. Spasms rocked her each time I flicked a nipple. My mouth moved to her navel, lightly teasing. My head sank down. I pressed my face into her navel. I stuck my tongue into it. Another spasm! I worked my tongue in and out of her navel, gently fucking it with my tongue. Her hips were really working now. She had both hands at the back of my head, pulling, stroking my hair. I stopped fucking her navel with my tongue. My hand grasped her left breast and I squeezed fairly hard. She sucked in a huge breath. I blew a huge raspberry into her navel. She lurched, uttered a small scream. Her hips humped up, and locked. Her orgasm was intense.

"Oh My-y-y-y--God! What did you just do to me! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

But I wasn't finished. My mouth moved back up toward her breasts, seeking, teasing. I kissed her right breast. Her hips were still churning. Her breathing ragged, hard, I moved to her nipple, and started suckling. I switched brace hands. I worked her right breast with my mouth. She was almost out of her mind! I lifted off her right breast, dragged my tongue across her cleavage again, and attacked her left breast with my mouth, kissing teasing. I popped the nipple in my mouth and began suckling.

My left hand, now free, traced lightly up her ribs, sending quivers through her, and came to rest on her right breast. I squeezed and massaged it. Her back arched. Her moaning was constant, now. I flicked the nipple. A jolt coursed through her body. I flicked again, another jolt! My left hand trailed down off her right breast as I suckled her left, teasing the nipple with my tongue. It sought, tracing patterns over her tummy, lower and lower. It paused at her navel. I gently inserted my index finger into it, and began a gentle fucking motion. Her head thrashed back and forth. Her mouth was open, gasping for air.

I slowed down the motion. My hand traveled lower to the waist band of her loose-fitting shorts. I found the button. I undid it. No resistance. My fingers went to the tab of her zip. Still no resistance. I drew the zip all the way down. Still no resistance. Patience is a virtue. My hand traveled back up to her tummy, my finger paying homage to her navel again. My mouth left her left breast. The wet nipple puckered in the relatively cool air. My mouth moved to her right breast and suckled her nipple. She was writhing and moaning continuously. I flicked the nipple with my tongue. A jolt rocketed through her.

"Oh! You sweet bastard! Don't stop!" Tut! Tut! Such language <grin>

Taking it to a new level, I gently bit her nipple, squeezing and pulling back. She sucked in a breath between her teeth. My left hand traveled back down over her tummy, wandering all about, leaving no area untouched. Caressing, teasing. Once again, my finger invaded her navel for a few strokes then my hand traveled lower, to her open waist band. My hand traveled even lower, and discovered heaven. NO PANTIES! I used my hand to fold her shorts open. My hand wandered onto her pubis. The curls were soft and silky. Her hips gyrated. My hand traveled lower, to the apex of her womanhood. Her legs were slightly parted, relaxed. My fingers probed. I found the top of her slit. My baby finger slipped into it. It was moist and warm. I wiggled it around a little then withdrew. Her hips lunged upward, trying to get it back. Her thighs opened more. A plaintive moan.

"o-a-a-w-w?"

My hand traveled back up over her mons, fingers exploring and teasing those delightful curls. Gently I withdrew my hand from her sex. I switched brace hands. With one little nip of my teeth on her nipple, she spasmed. My mouth left her right breast, kissing, licking lower. I worked down, pausing at her navel. I kissed it, and gave it a single sharp probe with my tongue. She lurched. She was almost inarticulate. Meaningless sounds from her mouth, her head rolling back and forth. My mouth traveled lower, inhaling her scent, tasting her. At last, I kissed my way into those curls, and saw them in the light of day. Beautiful. A single word to describe the bliss of that moment. I buried my face in her curls, worked as low as her unfastened shorts allowed. I inhaled deeply. I smelled her arousal. My cock lurched! The smell to drive a man wild with lust and passion! I could just get my mouth to the top of her slit. My tongue probed out and in. I got a small taste of her juices. My head reeled. I stabbed gently, repeatedly with my tongue. Her hips raised to meet and hold this intruder. Her thighs parted even more. I inhaled deeply two or three more times, loading up on her scent. I pursed my lips and blew straight down through her slit. Her hips suddenly spasmed and locked as she had another orgasm.

"What? Wha-a-a-t are you <gasp>dooo-i-i-n-n-gg tooo meeee?"

I lifted straight out, switched brace hands. I went directly to her face. My lips brushed hers. "Taste and smell yourself My Love. It's so good, I must share." Our mouths met in a mind shattering kiss. My left hand trailed deliberately down to her mons, fingers curling in her hair. My hand probed lower, my fingers trailing into her split. She instinctively spread her legs as wide as she could. Despite the restricting cloth of her shorts, she was wide open in offering to me. My fingers traveled into her steaming depths. I found that nubbin. It was hard and erect. I stroked it gently. Her hips ground and bumped. Her moans into my mouth were ecstatic. I broke off the kiss.

She didn't want to let go. My mouth moved down to her left breast. I inhaled the nipple, started sucking, teasing, nipping. My fingers worked their way into her sopping cunt. I worked in as far as her shorts would allow. They were quite loose, so I got in a good way without binding. My fingers began working her labia. Her juices were flowing freely. She'd have to change her shorts. Glancing down from my position on her breast, I saw the crotch was soaked. I knew now where to get a good taste, and give her another thrill! My fingers worked in her folds, stimulating more juices and groans of pleasure. They worked around. I found the entrance to her tunnel. It was as tight and hot as I thought. Gently I worked a finger in. She loosened a little. I worked in farther. She loosened more. I touched something. Her maidenhead is yet intact! I was afraid she might have broken it with all her masturbation, but she'd managed to save it. I was impressed!

I withdrew the finger. A little whimper of complaint. Her body was writhing. Little shocks kept coursing through her as I ministered to her nipples with my mouth. I brought my fingers back up to her clit. I stroked and flicked. She was starting to really climb. Her moans were turning to a keening wail. I worked her clit a bit more. My fingers descended back into the sopping depths of her labia. One finger, then two, probed into her opening to the first knuckle. No further. The heel of my hand was planted firmly on the edge of her mound, just above her clit. My fingers were now working her hole, finger fucking her in earnest. Her hips were rocking, thrusting. My mouth on her breasts was driving her insane. My finger fucking got faster, more insistent. The heel of my hand pressed rhythmically into her mons. The base of my fingers stimulated that wonderful clitoris. Her wails were getting louder. She was moaning and wailing, calling my name over and over again.

"David! David! David! David! Oh!Oh!OH! Oh! Don't stop! Daaaaaavvvvviiiiiddd!"

Her hips were bucking and thrashing. It was hard to hold her. My fingers worked faster and faster. My nipping and teasing at her nipples got more insistent. I felt her building, building. My mouth latched onto her left nipple. I bit a little sharply, at the same time as my thumb stabbed down onto her clit, rotating, then gave a strong flick. Her hips bucked up once, twice, three times in massive spasms. She lost complete control. Hers hips started humping and gyrating wildly. Her pussy literally gushed on my hand. She screamed.

"DAAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIDDDD!!! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIINNN—GGGG.!!AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! DAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDD!!

She started to wind down. My hand still in her pussy, I slowly wound down my finger movement. My mouth lifted off her breast, and sought her mouth. I placed little soothing kisses on her lips, her eyes, her ears. Slowly her eyes regained focus, her hips slowed down to a gentle rocking motion, but little shocks still ravaged through her body. It took a good few minutes to bring her back.

I straightened back up. My arm tenderly around her, as her breathing slowed, she turned her face for a kiss. I kissed her tenderly and long. I listened to hear if the boys were disturbed by her screams. I heard nothing but Carol's laboured breathing. Finally, she settled down. I made sure my hand was fully soaked. Some of her last juice was thicker, creamier. Careful not to disturb her clit, I scooped as much with my fingers as I could. I carefully withdrew my hand. I brought it to my face, and inhaled deeply. I offered it to her. She inhaled, and smiled.

"Wanna taste?"

"It's your turn, but save me a little."

I sucked each finger except the baby one dry. I licked off the back of my hand. She was delicious! I offered the rest to her. She very slowly, deliberately, sucked my finger into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine. She worked it in and out of her mouth sensuously, sucking it clean. She held my one hand in both of hers, and made the most sensuous production of licking her girl cum off my palm. The sensation of her soft tongue on my palm caused my nearly forgotten cock to rage into full, almost painful recognition. She sighed contentedly, and snuggled into my arms. Her left hand idly traced my cock, causing it to jerk.

"What about you, poor dear. We don't want you hurting again."

"In a few minutes, Sweetheart. You rest a bit first. Tell me about it."

"In a word? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!" Mary Poppins was her favourite musical.

"That good, huh?"

"David, you MUST have done this, or something like it, before."

"Nope. Never. Pure as the driven snow. That's me."

"You learned all that from reading your dad's erotic books?'

"Most of it. But I improvised quite a bit, too. The point of the exercise was to give you maximum pleasure. Was I successful?"

"Beyond successful. I thought the phone sex was mind blowing. It was just a teaser compared to this. Thank you so much, David. I love you!"

"Glad to be of service, and I love you, too."

Carol was still sitting, legs akimbo with her butt out on the edge of the couch.

"What about you David?"

"Soon, I have one thing left to do. Let me up."

I untangled my arm, but instead of standing up, I scooted down off the couch onto the floor. I rolled between her legs, facing her. "You are just so beautiful. I gave you pleasure today, but you gave me a gift beyond compare,"

"Huh? What'd I give you?"

"Your body: to look at and pleasure. That is a priceless gift. Now sit back, and enjoy one more small pleasure."

I was between her thighs, on my knees. I ran my hands up her thighs, caressing, feeling her heat. I stroked and caressed her. Then I kissed her thighs. I started at her right knee, and gradually kissed and licked my way to the top, caressing both with my hands as I went. I deliberately teased away from her pussy. I repeated the process on the left thigh. She started to clench and unclench her thighs.

Looking up, I saw her eyes lose focus. I didn't want this to be too hard on her, so I kept it to the minimum required. I went back to her left leg and kissed my way up the inside, right over the material of her shorts, almost to the apex. I repeated it on her right leg. When I got to the apex from the right, her hips were churning again. This time I kissed right into the junction, and buried my face in her sopping crotch. I inhaled and inhaled again. There is no scent as intoxicating as that of the woman you love when she's in heat!

I kept my face buried in her crotch, worrying her clit through the material with my nose, and growling. The effect of nose on clit, and the vibration of the growl, sent her over the edge quickly. Her hips thrust up once, twice. She exclaimed loudly, and unloaded fresh juice into her pants. I sucked it up greedily through the material. When she settled down, I climbed up straddling her. I kissed her full on the mouth, letting her taste herself on my mouth.

"Now, excuse me for just a minute."



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Chapter 11


I quickly went to the bathroom, dropped my shorts and took off my jockeys. I replaced my shorts only, and got a towel. When I came out, Carol was still sitting with her legs spread wantonly, pants wide open revealing that wonderful bush, her shirt fully undone, her lovely young breasts glorious and proud in their nakedness. She looked calmer.

"You still haven't said what about you." She was actually eyeing my boner hungrily.

"Did you have something particular in mind?"

"Uh, No." Shyly. "I want to help you David but I don't know how. Will you show me?"

"OK. First, let me get comfy." I sat on the couch and put my arm around her. "Now, just like what we did for you, you have to expose me. I could have just dropped my shorts before sitting down, but it's nicer if you do it. Now, getting a guy off in some ways is simpler and easier than a girl, but it's still fun." Her hand was already resting gently on my rod, stoking gently through the material.

She looked at me nervously. "What's the towel for?"

"To catch the mess."

"Oh. OK, where do I start?"

"Undo my shorts and push them down a bit. You can be as fast or as teasingly slow as you want."

The look on her face was eager, so I figured she wouldn't waste any time. I was right. She almost literally attacked the fastening of my shorts. She got the tab and button undone easily. The zip stuck a bit., but she soon had it down. I saw her lick her lips. Her eyes were completely focused on my crotch, pants now loose at the front. Mine weren't quite as loose fitting as hers, but loose enough that when they were undone, the contents could be removed fairly easily. She started pushing down on the waistband. I helped her a bit. Soon my shorts were almost off my hips. My pubic hair was exposed, but my cock was bent down into the material. You could see the base only.

"Now what?"

"Put your hand in my shorts and pull it out. Be careful of the zipper. It can hurt."

With a huge grin, she slid her hand under the material of my shorts. Soon, she touched me. I jumped. She looked scared.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. Just like you, I'm the only one who's ever touched it before now. Your hand felt so nice, I just jumped at the sensation. Don't be afraid. I'll tell you if you do something wrong."

I hoped I could hang on until she got it all the way out. That touch almost set me off. Her hand touched me again. Her touch was like magic to the fevered skin of my penis. I felt her run her hand the full length. She wrapped her fingers around it. She got braver, and started working it out of the material. I wiggled around, helping her. Finally, she got it out. Still holding me, she bent right over for a close look. I could fell her breathe on me.

"Oh! Finally! I get to meet you! You're a very pretty boy!" And damned if she didn't bend down and kiss it! Her first cock, and she puts her mouth on it! Without being told, she was also gently stroking it. She kissed it again. I saw and FELT her lick off a drop of pre-cum. You could see her tasting it.

"I taste good, but you taste even better." She looked at me strangely, absently stroking. "I've heard about 'cock sucking', but they all make it sound so dirty. Is it?"

"What do you think? You already started."

"You mean it's like kissing him?"

"I thought we'd do a simple stroke job. I wasn't going to take you that far today, but if you're game, go for it."

"Tell me what to do."

I knew I fell in love with the right one. "OK. You start by kissing all around the tip and the knob. Its proper name is 'glans'. As you work into it, you take more and more into your mouth. Try not to gag yourself by taking it too deep. I don't have any direct experience, so this really is book stuff. You just keep kissing, licking, stroking, and sucking like a lollypop until it comes. You'll know instinctively, they say, what is the right speed and pressure of the stroke, both with your hands and your mouth, by sensing how far along I am. I understand that many women will suck it off, but won't take the result in their mouth. I'll warn you, when it starts to happen, so you can let go and get out of the way. That's why I have the towel. You might want to get on your knees between my legs like I did for you."

"OK."

The little vixen didn't scoot down like I did. She pulled some kind of female-only maneuver. Basically she stood and rolled at the same time from a sitting position, taking her hand off me only long enough not to twist her wrist. The benefit to me of this move: when she stood up, her shorts fell completely down, and I was treated to a view of her full wonderful nakedness. She was totally unconcerned.

There she was on here knees, legs spread, facing me. It was a sight to die for. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled. That smile was pure lust. She wrapped both hands around my shaft, and bent to kiss it. She spoke to my cock.

"OK, Pretty Thing, ready for a treat?" and promptly licked off a big glob of pre-cum.

"Mmm-mmmm! Good."

I was lost. She was a natural. She kissed. She licked. She sucked. She stroked. She licked from the base to the tip, and then down the other side to the base. She licked back up again, and worked her pointy little tongue into the slit. She drove me wild. My hips started to move. I knew I wouldn't last long. She seemed to sense that I was coming quickly. She quickly engulfed the whole head, and was soon bobbing her head up and down, stroking with her hand. With a start, I realized her other hand had dropped down to her pussy. She frigged herself while she sucked me. That was just too much! My hips started to buck more wildly. I felt it rising up through my balls, about to spew.

"Carol... Anne... I'm... gonna... come!"

Her action got faster and faster. I noticed through barely open eyes, her fingers working busily on her cunt. Her hips were bucking and jerking almost in time with mine. She worked us both. She was quickly becoming expert, knowing when to slow down and speed up, so she got us in sync. At last, I could take no more.

"Carol Anne... I'm... cummmmm... ing!!"

She didn't back off. She shoved it even farther into her mouth. Her fingers flew in her pussy. My hips jerked. I felt it exploding up through my balls. I shot. I squirted, stream after stream after stream. Her hips bucked, and she came on her fingers. She lifted her head off for the first squirt. It shot up about 3 feet, I came so hard. A thick, white, sticky rope of sperm. Most of it landed back on my thighs. She watched it intently.

She very quickly plopped it back in her mouth and took all the rest. I saw her throat muscles working to swallow it all. She couldn't take it all fast enough, some dribbled out the corners of her mouth. It ran down, and dripped onto her breasts. I've never seen anything so erotic. She stayed with me, sucking up every last drop. As my sated cock started to deflate, she took it out of her mouth and licked it clean.

She whispered to it "Good night, Sweet Prince, pleasant dreams."

Then she proceeded to lick up every spilt drop from the first shot, cleaning my thighs. We didn't need the towel after all. She grinned up at me, opened her mouth, let me see the last little bit, and then she swallowed it. She noticed the dribble on her breasts. She put her finger in it. She tested the texture, and using both hands, rubbed it into her skin. I was toast. She climbed back up on the couch beside me, kicking her shorts all the way off! She cuddled her nude body into mine. Her skin on mine felt so warm and wonderful.

"Why'd you change your mind?"

"What d'ya mean?"

"Well, you let the first bit go, then you went back and drank it. How so?"

"I wanted to see it shoot, but I didn't want to waste any, either."

By this time, my arm was snuggled around her waist.

"That was wonderful! We finally got to come together, where we could see each other, not with a door between! And although it wasn't 'fucking' I got your sperm inside me where it belongs, not making a sticky mess on a bathroom floor! We won't get many more chances this summer, so I guess it'll be back to the middle of the night again." I was stunned. She openly admitted to following me to the can so she could jerk off with me. I fell deeper in love.

"We better get cleaned up and dressed. The boys will be up soon."

She reached and took my now flaccid penis in her hand. "Will he be up soon, too?" She grinned.

"Soon enough to be a problem if you don't leave him alone. Go get yourself cleaned up. You're a mess — a beautiful, edible mess, but still a mess."

She stuck her tongue out, picked her shorts up and strolled seductively to the bathroom. I heard the water running and sounds of washing. She was humming "My Girl". I swear she could read my mind.

She came out a few minutes later, totally naked, looking fresh as a daisy. I was on my feet. She rushed up to me, and threw her arms around my neck. "Kiss me".

Our lips met. I'd expected to taste me on her, but she must've brushed her teeth. She could definitely still taste herself on me. As we kissed, those hot young titties burned into my bare chest, and that furry little mound ground into my cock. It hardened instantly, and was poking her where it shouldn't be. She trapped it between her thighs, and bucked a bit. Her lips were wet and slick. It felt too good to be true.

"Oh! I like that! And he's awake again. Goodie!"

"Young Miss! Stop that at once! Now get yer beautiful butt upstairs and get dressed. We don't have anymore time!"

She faked a pout, released me from between her legs, and ran away upstairs giggling. I got into the bathroom, washed up, had a pee, and brushed my teeth. I retrieved my jockeys, and headed upstairs, stopping to pick my shorts off the floor. I quickly put on fresh clothes, and checked on the boys, They were showing signs of stirring, but it wasn't quite time yet, so I left them alone. Carol came out of her room then, fully dressed (and a bra). She snuggled up. I slipped my arm around her.

"We better go downstairs."

As soon as we walked in the room, we smelled it. The place smelled like a bordello.

"Is that us I smell? Makes me horny, but I bet it's a giveaway."

"Yup. Everything makes you horny, Carol Anne. That's why I love you so much." She stuck her tongue out at me. "I think we better find some air freshener."

We found some air freshener and sprayed the room thoroughly. Fortunately, a good breeze came up, and fresh air moved into the room. The smell of sex was almost gone. Another hour and it'd be history.

We went out and sat on the step. Carol was quiet for a minute. Then she spoke. "Why didn't you try to f-fuck me today?"

"Are you complaining? Did you really want me to 'fuck' you today?"

"No, I'm not complaining. I wanted us to have fun with each other, and we did. It's just that there were a couple times where you could have done anything you wanted, and I would have let you, but you didn't. Why?"

"Carol Anne, I told you before. I don't want just a quick fuck, especially for your first time. I want it to be special. It'll be my first, too, and I don't want to rush it because somebody might catch us. There is a time and place for everything. You teased the living daylights out of me today, but you felt safe teasing me because you trust me. If I had taken advantage of you in a vulnerable moment, would I not be breaking that trust? I love you too much to do that to you.

"This was not the time. It could be the place, under the right circumstances, but not today. I'm sure spur of the moment fucking is great in any relationship, but for us, that one time where we just acted and didn't think could get us pregnant 'way before we want or are ready for. Only YOU will know the right time. We don't have access to condoms. You're not on the Pill, so our only protection is YOU knowing when you're safe. And you MUST be safe. When you feel you really want make love, as opposed to 'fucking', you'll let me know. I admit, I was sorely tempted today, especially when you got completely nude and held me there, but what you did was play, and if I'd done anything then, I would have broken trust."

"You're really serious, aren't you?"

"When I'm dealing with the trust, love, and future of the woman I love, I am extremely serious. I don't want to jeopardize that over some heat of the moment thing."

"When I'm ready to take the big step, I'll let you know. At times today, I thought I was, but my plan for today was just to have the fun we did. My main thought was to give you some pleasure and relief after what you did for me."

"Oh? You had a plan? I thought there was something a little fishy about how easily I got my greasy paws on your succulent body today."

She giggled. "When I found out everyone had to leave today, I wanted a way for us to be alone. Riekie came up with the idea of the boys staying to have a nap, and pitched it to Mom."

"Riekie knew we were going to get up to hanky panky today?"

"Yes, and thanks to her, we had the time and the privacy we needed." My estimation of Riekie as friend went even higher.

"Are you going to tell her what we did?"

"Only if it's OK with you. After all, it IS a very private thing between us. I don't think she'll ask right out, but she'll hint around."

"I don't mind. You tell Riekie whatever you're comfortable with, but make sure SHE knows I know. I don't want any of us being embarrassed by little slips. This may be good for Riekie. Telling her is going to lead her to ask other, how shall I say, 'technical' questions. Sharing the knowledge of our intimacy may help her ask either, or both of us, helping her get herself sorted out."

Carol was hugging me like there was no tomorrow. I looked a little closer. She had a glow and radiance about her that spoke of a very satisfied female. "David, I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you."

My heart melted one more time. "... And you have no idea what it does to me when you say that. I love you, too."

I heard a noise inside, breaking the spell. "I think the boys are waking up." We went into the boys' room, got them up, washed up, and a snack. They were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. We changed into our swim suits and took the boys down to the beach. For the rest of that afternoon, we were our own little family playing on the beach. It was wonderful.



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Chapter 12


We were just coming back up from the beach when Dolly, Bob, and Riekie drove in. Riekie was driving. She had a grin from ear to ear. We met them as they parked.

I sidled up to Riekie. I gave her a light tap on the arm "Judging by the grin, you passed."

Riekie turned. "Yup! The examiner was really impressed that I could handle this big ol' boat! (the big ol' boat was a 9-passenger station wagon) When I told him I helped Mom drive down from home with the U-Haul, he was really impressed! I'm so happy! Now, whenever Mom and Dad will let us have the car, we can go out of town to shows and stuff."

Suddenly, she threw her arms around me, and gave me a big hug. Her face nuzzled up to my ear. She whispered. "By the look on Carol's face YOU passed too!" she giggled, then wistfully. "I wish I had someone to love me like you do her." I just hugged her back. The moment passed and she let go.

We soon got all the groceries unloaded and in the house. Carol and Riekie ran off outside, laughing and giggling like any teenage girls to swap stories about their day. Bob and I headed down to the beach. We got out the fins and snorkels and had a ball exploring the bottom of the lake.

I was always amazed at Bob. He never tried to pry into what Carol and I did, although from time to time he would look curious. I was impressed, so today, as we lay back on the beach after our marathon snorkeling, I asked him about it. I thought I knew, but had to ask anyway.

"Bob, we've been friends for over a year now (a year is an eternity to the young). We've talked about everything under the sun, and a lot of stuff above (both Sci-Fi fans). When we got curious about something, we'd ask each other. We've never kept secrets or been embarrassed to ask questions of each other. Hell, we've even jerked off together to the same Playboy picture, and measured each other's hard-on (teenage boys are inordinately obsessed with the length of their penises). But since Carol and I got together, that's changed. We still talk about a lot of stuff, and we have a lot of fun together, but you've never said a word about me and Carol. She tells Riekie everything. Usually she just tells her, but Riekie's not afraid to ask, either. So why don't you ask me?"

"I'm not sure. There's a whole lot going through my head. First, it's my sister. As a brother, I'm happy she has a boyfriend, but I'm nervous and defensive of her, too. What I don't know can't hurt me. Then, you're my best friend. If something bad happened between you and Carol and you broke up, you might not want to be my friend anymore, either. Again, what I don't know can't hurt me, meaning if I don't know, then I can't so easily be forced to 'choose sides' if you guys ever got nasty with each other."

"I see. I can understand that, I think. I don't know what I'd do if Val was thick with one of my best friends, but is that all?" As it turned out, I did have that experience a few years later. She married him. I felt what Bob told me wasn't everything, though.

"No, that isn't all. In a strange way, I'm jealous."

"What's so strange? Your sister stole your best friend's heart. Now you have to share him with her."

"Yeah, but that's not all... I'm jealous the other way, too. I'm jealous of you with her. I feel you're taking her away from me. Carol and me were always pretty close. That's what's strange. I've wanted to tell you about this, but I was afraid you'd get mad at me. I didn't want it to come between us as friends."

'At first glance, it seems strange, maybe. Look, I've said I read a lot of Dad's books. In them there's all sorts of stories about just what you're talking about... brothers and sisters get a crush on the other. It's not unusual, and most times they work through it, usually when one or the other find a partner. You'll lose THAT jealousy as soon as you find a girl. I can almost guarantee that. Tell the truth, until I met Carol, I'd fantasize about Val. We're close, and neither of us had a boy or girlfriend. From the way she's been the last while with me, I think she's feeling something like you. I'd be a damn fool if I let something like that wreck our friendship."

"Somehow, that's what I figured you'd say. But you know, the REAL reason I don't ask or pry, is because of the day you guys did the phone sex thing. When I heard those girls all screaming, I somehow KNEW, what they were screaming about. I just didn't know what brought it on. I got a HUGE hard-on <grin>. When Mom started yelling at Riekie and Joanne, I thought it was over them jerking off. It scared me, and I stopped what I was doing. I thought I'd be next." We both laughed at this. Every teenager has the fear of being caught masturbating.

"But then I heard her yelling at them about breaking trust and invading privacy. I was completely freaked out. Then you know what my mother did? She knocked on my door, and ASKED if she could come in to talk to me. My mom NEVER asks; she just walks in. That, alone, made me think something important had happened or was about to. She came in, sat down, and explained everything. She told me about you and Carol on the phone. She didn't go into any details, but what she did say got my boner going. I was uncomfortable with it, but Mom, bless her, if she noticed, never let on. The point she was trying to make, was about the girls breaking trust and invading YOUR privacy. She really impressed me. I think she had the same talk with Carol. <I nodded> The only time she yelled at Carol, was through the bathroom door, asking her if she was OK.

"Then you came over, and what you said about friendship, trust and truth really hit me hard. For the first time in my life, I had to look at what friendship really meant. I'd always taken being a friend for granted. I had no idea friendship meant that much to you, or what it should mean to me. Did you learn that from your dad, too?

"That day, I learned the true value and importance of friendship. And that's REALLY why I don't ask you about what you and Carol do, or feel about each other. It's none of my business. Yeah, I get curious sometimes, who doesn't? But it's NOT my place, as your friend to ask. If you have something special you want to share or something you want to talk about regarding your relationship with her, I figured you'd come to me, but so far you haven't. I was a little bit hurt by that at first, but knowing how important your own privacy is too, especially after that incident, I let it go.

"A friend doesn't pry. He listens. The only questions permitted are those generated by the conversation to move it along. I've thought a lot about this. I talked to my own dad about it. We've never been that close because of him being away working. I think he was really happy that we could have that kind of talk. I know I sure liked it. We were friends ourselves afterward. He was the one who told me about the listening part. I talked to Opa the other day. He told me the same thing. Anyway, that's why I don't ask you any questions. When you're ready, or need to, you'll come to me. Friends share those types of things, but in their own time."

I was overwhelmed. I knew the friendship speech had a major impact on Riekie, and yes, Carol. Their relationship had undergone significant changes. They were much more open with each other, and because of Carol and me being so close, by extension, I was included in that. That Bob felt so strongly about friendship was almost another epiphany for me.

Suddenly, our own relationship developed a warmth, depth and maturity that has lasted a lifetime since. We might not see or hear from each other for years on end, but when one of us needs the other we will drop what we are doing and go to the aid of a friend. Oh, there might be a little grumbling about convenience, but that's trivial, and we both know it.

Until this moment, I had lived by what my dad had taught me about friendship, but I don't think I completely grasped it. It seemed Bob suddenly had a better handle on it than me. I let it sink in, and cherished this new feeling.

"Bob, I don't know what to say. You've touched me in a way no one ever has, except possibly Carol. I feel like I've left you out. You SHOULD know what's going on, so you can understand and help me, and yes, your sister. Especially if/when we come on bad times. Somehow, I know we will." If I'd only known how truly prophetic those words were... 

We had been sitting side by side on the beach. Suddenly, our arms were around each others shoulders, just looking out over the lake. We had bonded. The physical contact was just two people sharing a moment. There was no embarrassment at two guys touching. The physical contact just allowed us to share. Since then, I've never been afraid to hug a friend.

"Do you want a brief outline, or the whole gory tale?"

"First what happened today? When we came home, Carol looked radiant. I've never seen her so happy. Did you ask her to marry you or something?"

"No, not yet, anyway. We made love." He gasped. "Not that way. She's still a virgin, and so am I. We were just very intimate, and I gave her in person what I tried to give over the phone. I also kept her trust. She didn't want to go all the way, but because of the passion today, she could very easily have been seduced. I didn't, and stayed to her plan. She's happy because she knows for sure now she can trust me, and I think the radiance is just the afterglow of several HUGE orgasms. I think she passed out once." He was grinning.

"Wow! OK, how do you guys feel about each other?"

"In a word, ol' buddy: LOVE. No, it's not just some average teenage affair like we see at school all the time. Remember all those kids falling all over each other in the stairwells, gushing love to each other one week, only each one will be with someone new the next? We're not like that. We are truly, deeply, madly in love. Sounds kinda corny, but it's true. We can't stand to be apart for very long. When we're together, we feel complete. When we're together, we often don't have to talk. We seem to know what the other is thinking. It's amazing how much communication there is in a simple touch, a squeeze of the hand, a look. But we talk, too, and absolutely no subject is taboo: sex, babies, friends, school, hopes and dreams... all those and more."

I was getting overwhelmed with my love, just talking about it. This was GOOD to talk to someone else how I felt about Carol besides her. When I talked to her, I felt the love, but you sometimes can't see the flames if you're too close to the fire. Talking to Bob allowed me to look at it from a distance. The good part was, if anything, my feelings for her proved honest, and if anything, stronger. It was a catharsis talking to Bob.

"Excuse me, but just when did you know how you felt about her? " Bob took the lead and started really drawing me out. He seemed to know I needed to tell him.

"You're not going to believe this, Robert, but I knew it the very first time I saw her. When she opened that door that day, I saw the most beautiful creature in the universe. When I looked in her eyes that day I just KNEW, right down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Hell, I even instantly knew her full name, Carol Anne Scott. You'd never told me that. Shit, we hardly ever talked about your sisters. Most guys don't. They're just fixtures, furniture, almost in our lives. So, don't ask me how I new her name, I just KNEW. That was the most powerful moment in my life. Am I making ant sense?" I was really starting to get wound up.

"Holy Shit, Batman! That's the most amazing thing I ever heard! I'd heard of it, but never thought I'd see it happen! I have no doubt, just listening to you, that it's true, and your feelings are genuine. The way you say her name sends a chill down my spine! That's awesome!" Briefly, his arm tightened on my shoulder. I was almost bawling with the intensity of what I was feeling.

"So how do you know what Carol feels?"

"She told me."

"And you believed her? Are her feelings as strong as yours?"

"Of course I believed her! And yes, her feelings are every bit as strong as mine. Sometimes I think they're stronger. You know? Today she made me promise to make babies with her someday. I was so happy, but it scared me a bit, too."

"Jesus! That's intense! Have you guys talked about how you feel?"

"All the time, now."

"When did she know how she felt? When did you guys first talk about your feelings?" Bob had learned my interview technique very well. I said before, he has one of the most brilliant minds I've ever known.

"Second question first. Remember that day last month when you guys left us alone on the back lawn? You figured your mom would keep an eye out? Well, Carol started it. Up until then, we were comfortable just letting each other know the other was VERY special by look and touch. She asked me how I felt about her, more importantly, my first reaction to her. I was scared shitless, Bobby-boy. I was terrified that if I told her everything, the intensity of what I felt would scare her away. I tried to hedge a little, but as soon as I opened my mouth, it ALL came tumbling out. I told her what I just told you, only in a lot more detail. It was incredibly intense. When I finished, I felt drained, and waited for her to tell me she didn't feel that way, and maybe we'd better back off. I told her that, too. But, ya know what, Buddy?

"I think I can guess, but you're gonna tell me anyway, 'cause you need to." I looked at my friend with growing respect, and squeezed his shoulder.

"She said the SAME thing happened to her! She said that when she looked in my eyes, and I quote: 'I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty sure, that MY MAN was standing right there in front of me. I had a funny urge to throw myself in his arms right then.' Those words burned into my brain, Bud. Bob, we had an almost identical experience! The only difference was that she didn't know me from shit, so she didn't get hit with the name thing like I did, so she was a little hesitant at first. That's why she played 20 questions with you. She wasn't just the curious girl checking out a new guy in town. She just HAD to know. It was driving her nuts to have these feelings and not know what it really was. Then, when you finally told her who I was, she started to realize what she'd felt. When she heard my voice on the phone that first time, all I said was 'Hi! Carol?" and she KNEW instantly. She said she almost fainted, the feeling was so strong."

"Yeah, I remember her getting this funny look on her face. She was standing right by me when she spoke with you. She sat down in the chair real sudden, almost like she collapsed. So you guys had a great talk that day?"

"O-o-o-h-h-h Yeah! We were both petrified that we would scare the other off with how strongly we felt. After she told me what happened to her, I was quiet for a while, just letting it sink in, and feeling this — this JOY. I guess I was quiet too long. She got scared and started to cry. That scared me, but then I 'kissed it better' as they say. Our relationship took on a whole new, wonderful dimension after that. That day, we were so emotionally spent we just held each other and went to sleep."

"Yeah, I know. Riekie and I came to get ya's to do something. When we saw you like that, Riekie clued in right away that something special happened, and we left you alone. I saw Mom watching you out the kitchen window. She had the funniest look on her face. After that day, you and Carol were different, somehow. We all knew it, but couldn't put our finger on it. Now, at least I know. So where to from here, Old Pal-Old Friend?" He still calls me that.

"I don't know, Bob. The future scares me, but for now, I know who, and where, the Love of My Life, is. That's all I need to know for now. That, and I got the best 'Best Friend' anybody could want."

"That's what friends are for..."

We just sat together, arms around each others shoulders, looking out over the lake. Each was lost in his own thoughts. We didn't need to talk anymore. We were just THERE.

Tante Pie came to call us for supper. She gave us an odd look when she saw us with our arms around each other, but never said a word. The moment finally broken, we went up to eat. As we walked in the house, the girls walked around the other side. They looked kind of serious, but happy, too. I guess Bob and I looked similar. They'd been off doing something together. Later that night, when Carol and I went for our walk, we had quite a chat. We were strolling along, arms around each others waist. I was thoughtful, after today's talk with Bob, and she seemed to have something on her mind as well.

"Riekie and me were sitting up in the old lawn swing. We could see you and Bob swimming at the beach. Then it looked like you were having an awfully serious talk. Is it OK between you two? I'm not getting between you as friends am I? Can you tell me about it?"

Sensing there was more here than what she thought she saw, I opened up. "Yeah, you were coming between us." I felt her stiffen. I hugged her tighter to reassure her. "Not any more, though."

She looked at me with a question. I continued. "I realized today that I needed Bob as a friend, someone to talk to besides you, and that I had hurt him by not confiding some things to him. Basically, I was leaving him out. So we had it out. No arguments. I just asked him why he never asked about us. He said as a friend he couldn't/wouldn't pry, but left it open that I should be able to tell him stuff without him asking. That's when I realized I had to tell him about us, if for no other reason than to help sort out my own feelings.

"I told him EVERYTHING, not with all the gory details or blow by blow description, but all the important stuff. I even told him about today. You know? Your brother is one-of-a-kind. Once I started pouring my heart out, he just listened. The only questions he asked were to keep me going. I felt drained at the end, but real good, too. He never said anything. He just was glad to be included in my life again.

"Hope you're not mad at me for telling Bob about us making love today? It was the look of fulfillment and joy on your face when they came home today that brought that up. Bob noticed it, and asked if I'd proposed or something. I couldn't help myself. I even told him about the promise you extracted from me today. Because he's a true friend, he'll never say a word to another soul, but I felt he should know."

I wound down. We walked along in silence. I could hear the wheels turning in her pretty head. Just as I was going to offer a penny, she started.

"How could I be angry with you for confiding in a friend? You already told me it was OK to tell Riekie about today, so I don't see any difference there. I'm sorry I kept quiet so long. I was just getting over a shock."

A chill went down my spine." A- A shock?"

She sensed my fear, laughed, and hugged tighter. "Silly! Not a bad thing. The shock was that lightning seems to strike twice with us."

I gave her a really strange look. "Huh?"

"Well, we didn't just fall in love as a relationship developed. We were both hit by the same bolt of lightning the first time we met." I liked her imagery. "Now it's hit again."

My look was incredulous. "You mean..."

She picked right up on it. "Yeah, Riekie and I had an almost identical conversation. And... to show how close the two conversations were, I told her I made you promise to make babies with me someday. We came out of it closer than we've ever been before. We really are friends, now, and she's so happy for us! Oh, have I told you yet today how much I love you?"

"Jesus H. Christ! I don't believe it! What it is with us? This would be spooky if I wasn't so happy! Yeah. Bob and I are a lot closer now, too. It was just so nice to be able to tell someone else how I felt and what we feel. It made it that much stronger, I think, sharing it. Yeah, you told me, but I think it was in the heat of passion again..."? She punched my arm.

"That's the best time to tell you. But for the record: William David Lloyd, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Carol Anne Scott, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Now that we've got that cleared up, kiss me." And I did. Long, slow, passionate, but tender.

We wandered back toward the cottage, holding each other, basking in our mutual love. Riekie met us a short way out. She was grinning.

"No, Mom didn't send me. You guys just might have a teensy bit of explaining to do, though. There's a certain very wet spot on the couch, and the little boys have been asking about a certain smell of fish."

We all laughed at that. We'd tried to get rid of the sex smell, and thought most of it was gone, especially once the house filled with the wonderful aroma of Dolly's and the aunts' cooking. Little boys' noses are just that sensitive, I guess. Neither of us thought to check the couch, and we should have, given that Carol was a squirter. I guess we thought her shorts soaked up most of it, but we forgot when she got nude. She probably leaked quite a bit then.

"Well, if we're asked, I guess we tell the truth, OK, Sweetheart?"

She squeezed me. "If that's what it takes, OK." Nobody ever asked, but we did get the odd funny look... 

The rest of the long weekend was a ball. Bob Sr. was home. The boys got to stay up late to greet him Friday night when he got home. He was delighted.

We all went to the dance Saturday night, even Oma and Opa. It was a lovely dance, a real old-fashioned neighbourhood family type of thing. The music was good, from old-tyme fiddle to the latest rock. I danced with both aunts, Dolly, Riekie (she melted into my arms), and of course, my own Carol Anne.

She wore her kilt skirt that I liked so much, and informed me during one of the slow, clinch dances that she had taken my half-facetious advice.

"I'm not wearing any panties. I feel so naughty. I think it makes me even wetter." I think I almost passed out on that news.

The rest of the evening was a hoot. They had contests of different kinds, and games for the little ones. I don't remember what the contests and games were. I remember laughing a lot, and dancing with my girl (My Girl!). It was grand!

On Sunday, there was a community picnic. I never saw so much food. I came from a farming community, and was no stranger to big feasts, but this one outdid them all. There were all kinds of games and contests. Tante Jo won the bread and rolls part of the baking contest for her "Oleballen" (that's a kind of Dutch donut that has to be savored to describe it). Dolly took second for her strawberry-rhubarb pie. We stuffed ourselves and had a ball. I ate so much I hurt.

Monday, we had a big barbecue at the cottage. Several neighbours came over. We ate and ate. For the second day, I ate way too much. Bob and I went swimming to try to burn some of it off. The barbecue broke up fairly early. Most people had to return to their homes after a weekend at the lake. We were among the few who stayed all summer. By normal supper time, all the guests were gone, and our five ladies were cleaning up. Bob Sr. had to leave soon to return to his job in the city. From the cottage, it wasn't much farther than when he commuted from home.

The women folk were all busy. Bob had taken the little guys down to the lake to skip stones. Oma and Opa had gone in for the evening, tired from all the excitement. Just Bob Sr. and I were left sitting, relaxing in the late day sun. He got up and moved over to the chair next to me.

"Well, Dave, are you enjoying your summer so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

Bob Sr. had been a Colonel in the Signal Corps. As a cadet, I was impressed and also intimidated by such a high ranking officer, retired from the Service or not. He still carried himself like an officer, even after 20 years of service retirement. Like the kids, I only saw him on weekends. I didn't know him all that well, and we'd never spoken privately before. I just knew he wanted to talk about Carol and me.

He lowered his voice so the women wouldn't overhear in their comings and goings. "Dolly tells me you and my little girl are really quite an item."

"Yessir?" The colonel AND my girl's father all rolled up in one — a recruit's worst nightmare.

"Come, now, you don't have to be all stiff and formal with me. We're not on parade."

"Thank you, Sir." But I found it hard to relax.

"Dave, how serious is it between you two?"

Tough question under the circumstances. I decided to lay it out. As Dad said, honesty is the best policy.

"Sir, we're in love."

He laughed. "I was in love several times when I was 15, or at least thought I was. It all passed. I think this will pass too."

For a smart man, he seemed clueless to me. I got a little angry that he could trivialize what Carol and I felt.

"That may be, Sir, but for now, we are truly, deeply in love. I know we're young, with our whole lives in front of us as they say, but right now, from our perspective (yes, a15-year old did say that) we can't see a future without us in it — together."

He started to look a little less sure of himself. "Carol wants to go to OCA to become a commercial artist. I understand you're looking into RMC and a military career. How are you two going to balance those career aspirations against the feelings you claim you have, and the logical conclusion of them?"

The man had done his homework. I think in his chat with Bob, he must have pumped him for some dope on me.

"We haven't discussed it much, Sir. We've both got 3 more years of high school (Ontario still had Grade 13 then). We think we've got the time to come to grips with what we want with each other and our career plans. We've only just started. We're still getting to know each other. Who knows, in 3 years, maybe we will split up, but for now, what we feel is intense."

"I see... Well, as it stands now, I don't see any harm in it. My little girl is the happiest I've ever seen her, and I think that has mostly to do with you. For that, I thank you. I'll wait and watch. See what develops. Carol's future is of paramount importance to me. I won't have her jeopardizing that for some teenage romance. For the time being, you have my qualified blessing, but if I think things are getting out of hand, I'll move Heaven and Earth to put a stop to it. Do you understand?" I felt a chill go down my spine. I had this uncomfortable feeling of dread.

"Yes, Sir."

He looked at his watch. "It's getting on. I better get my kit and head back to the city. Now, Son, I hope you haven't taken what I've said the wrong way. I'm just looking out for my little girl's best interests."

Yeah, and don't ask for her opinion. Daddy knows best. Carol held her father in such high esteem, I was afraid she'd drop me if he said so.

I plucked up my courage, and faced down the old colonel. "I understand your concern for your daughter's well-being, Sir. Allow me the courtesy of having similar concerns. You will do what you think you think is right and best for her. I can do no less myself. You will do what you must, as will I." And I looked him straight in the eye in silent challenge. The gauntlet was thrown.

He looked at me with a new and grudging respect. "A pretty speech for one so young. I will definitely be watching you both. Now, I must say my goodbyes to the family. I'll see you next week?"

"Yes, Sir. I'll be here. Have a good and safe trip."

Bob Sr. and I were cool with each other after that. There was no outright hostility between us, just watchfulness. The whole family picked up on it, but neither of us said anything. I don't know what he told Dolly, if anything, because her attitude toward me never changed.

And he was gone, saying goodbye to the family. Soon he was driving away. I just sat in my lawn chair and thought.



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Chapter 13


"I saw you and Dad talking. What was that all about?" Carol and I were out for our evening walk after her dad left.

"Oh, the usual father-of-the-girl and boyfriend talk. He was just making sure my intentions were honourable."

I basically brushed it off. I was afraid if I told her what really happened, that I had challenged him, and he'd accepted I would alienate her. In retrospect, I should have told her. Things would have probably worked out differently. Actually, knowing what I know now, they most certainly would have, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Well, if that's all it was, why the long face?"

"Having that talk always makes a guy nervous, especially when it's his first and hopefully only one."

"Oh. Well maybe this will cheer you up."

She grabbed me by the ears, and pulled me into a mind-numbing kiss, making sure her whole wonderful body rubbed against me. She was right, she cheered me right up.

The next week rolled by without incident. We laughed. We played. The four of us did almost everything together. There was a level of comfort, camaraderie, among us that hadn't been there before. When we went down to the beach, it was usually all four. The girls enjoyed snorkeling as much as us. We had great games of King of the Hill on the raft.

Carol and I spent as much time alone as circumstances would allow. Whenever we got truly alone, we'd get as intimate as time allowed. She'd developed a real taste for semen, and gave me a blow job every chance she got. I got really good at giving her major orgasms just playing with her nipples. A couple times we had enough time to get her pants open enough to give her a good hand job. She even learned how to give me one, but she didn't really like to do it, saying it was just for quick relief and a waste of 'his Precious Stuff' as she called it.

Carol and I also spent a good deal of time studying together for our upcoming 'Three-Sixty-Five' Driver's test. This was the written part of our Beginner's Drivers License Exam. Nowadays, they call the 365 a "Learner's Permit". Back then, your "Beginners" was good for 365 days, hence the common name. Once you had it, you could drive under supervision. It was expected that you get your full license before the 365 expired, otherwise, you wrote the test all over again, and started from scratch. I would turn 16 in the middle of August. The 365 was like a rite of passage for most teenagers, especially boys, and most people took it on their birthday. Carol hadn't bothered with it much, but after Riekie's success at getting her full driver's license, and it was a big deal for me, she decided to go for it. We were really excited to be doing it together.

That Friday night, Bob Sr. rolled in as usual. We spoke and were polite, even civil with each other, but everyone picked up on the latent tension. Carol mentioned it to me. I just laughed and said I didn't think he believed me when I said my intentions were honourable, and besides, I was taking away his little girl, making a bit of a joke out of it, something she wasn't to take too seriously. If only I'd said something then! As the weekend went on, the tension between us lessened enough for the others to ignore, and we all had a good time.

Bob Sr. had something planned for Dolly and the little boys for the following weekend. The Toronto Zoo had some special thing on for youngsters he was taking them to. Dolly and the boys would be away all weekend. Bob Sr. was leaving his car for Dolly to drive down, so the wagon was available for the rest of us. Dolly wouldn't be back until sometime on Monday, the day Carol and I were taking our test, so we needed the wagon for Riekie so she could drive us in. My actual birthday fell on the weekend, making the Monday the closest business day to it. Dolly had originally planned some kind of birthday party for me, but Bob Sr. insisted she take the boys to Toronto. They didn't get to see their father very often, much less do family stuff with him, so Dolly had little choice.

So, on Sunday night, Dolly and the whole crew jumped into the wagon and we took Bob Sr. to catch a train to the city. After we dropped him off at the station, and made sure he caught his train, we went out for ice cream. It was a pleasant end to a pleasant weekend despite the tension between Bob Sr. and me. It was also the last time I saw him all summer. His company got really busy and he was away on business trips every weekend until well into September.

The rest of the week went as usual. We swam; we walked; we played and laughed. Bob and I did more exploring. We played with the boys and I got to know the grandparents and the aunts better. Because they were Dutch, Dolly and her family usually spoke it among themselves. The kids didn't speak Dutch very well, but they understood it. It was odd to hear one of the adults speak to one of the kids, and the kid would reply in English. As the summer went on, I learned to do it, too. Even after all these years, I can still understand many words of Dutch.

They had a phone at the cottage. I was not only allowed to call home once in a while, I was expected to do so at least once a week. The only caveat was that I do so after 8PM, when the rates were cheapest. So, I kept in touch with home. There wasn't really all that much going on. Val got a similar invitation as I, and had gone off to my uncle's cottage with my cousin Cathy. Apparently she was having a good time too. Heather, who is 9 years younger than me, wanted to know everything I did. She missed her big brother, and I was touched. Mom and Dad said they missed me too, but were glad I was enjoying myself. They always asked after Bob and Carol, especially Carol. They were delighted when I told them our relationship was stronger than ever. At least somebody thought we had a good thing going.

As I said, it was a normal busy, happy week at the cottage. The girls seemed to spend a lot of time with Dolly, the aunts and Oma. Often when Bob and I entered the house, they would be sitting at the kitchen table, laughing and carrying on. As soon as we came in, though, they would all clam up in some conspiratorial silence.

Friday afternoon, right after lunch, Dolly loaded the boys in Bob Sr.'s car, and drove down to meet him in Toronto. They wouldn't be back until Monday. Dolly told us they were coming back by train, and would call us to let us know which one, and the time. She wished Carol and me good luck on our 365 test and then they were gone.

It was quiet without the boys around. We made our own supper, or rather Riekie and Carol made our supper. They were just as good cooks as Dolly and the food was great. They simply beamed when I told them how good it was. Carol and I went for our usual walk, fooled around a little bit, and then we played board games until bed time.

Saturday, we did our usual swimming and exploring. After supper, Carol begged off our walk, but told me I should go anyway.

"You're getting fat from all the good food we're feeding you. Go walk it off. Take Bob with you." She teased.

So Bob and I went for a walk that evening. We spent some quality time together, and headed back to the house. We were gone about an hour and it was almost dark by the time we got back. Oddly, the house was in darkness. I walked in, and just as I reached for the light switch, the lights all came on.

"SURPRISE!"

I didn't recognize the place. There were streamers and balloons with 'Happy Birthday' on them all over the place. The guests included the four of us, the aunts, and the grandparents. Carol threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a sloppy kiss.

"Happy Birthday, Darling! Mom was disappointed she couldn't have a party for you because she was leaving, so we did it for her. She helped with the planning and got all the decorations for us."

Aha! Now I understood all those conspiratorial silences. I'd known Dolly wanted to have a party for me, but figured when she had to leave, it was all off. They had noisemakers and silly hats — the whole nine yards. We had a grand time. Tante Pie, who was usually very stiff and formal, got right into the spirit of things. We got the music going, and everyone was dancing, having a good time.

I was dancing with Tante Pie. "We know your birthday isn't actually until tomorrow. We wanted to have the party then, but we will not be here."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Didn't Carol or Riekie tell you?"

"No, they were probably too wrapped up in their preparations and trying to keep me from finding out. Where are you going?"

"Yes, of course. We have to take Oma and Opa home tomorrow. They both have doctor's appointments. One on Monday and one on Wednesday. We won't be back until Thursday."

"I'll miss you all." And I meant it. They had been wonderful to me all summer, treating me like a member of the family.

"We will be leaving early in the morning. Opa says if he must go home, he wants to get there early enough to work in his garden."

We both laughed and had a good time with our dancing.

I was dancing with Carol. Well, we were standing in the centre of the floor swaying to the music, glued to each other.

"You didn't tell me the aunts and your grandparents were leaving tomorrow."

"Must've slipped my mind. It's no big deal is it?"

"No, it's a surprise, is all. I'm going to miss them, even if it's only for a few days. I like being around them. They don't treat me like some damn-fool teenager. They actually listen to what I say, and respect my opinions."

"They like you, too — a lot."

Carol ended that conversation with a kiss that almost took me off my feet. I was a little embarrassed in front of the old folks, but when I could see, I saw Opa give me the Big OK sign. He was smiling very broadly and nodding. Oma had a knowing smile. The aunts looked busy, like they hadn't seen a thing.

I was dancing with Tante Jo when someone turned the lights off. Then I saw a glow coming through the doorway from the grandparents half. They all started singing "Happy Birthday" as Carol carried in a big birthday cake topped with 16 candles and placed it on the table. They wouldn't turn the light back on, until I blew them all out. I swear one was a trick candle. I almost ran out of breath blowing them out, but I got them on one pass and got a round of applause for it.

I did the honours and cut the cake. It turned out Carol had baked the cake herself from scratch. I don't know when she got the time. It was delicious. I made a little speech thanking everyone for the party. Carol and Riekie served up the cake with some ice cream and Tante Jo surprised us all by breaking out a bottle of wine. The four of us each got one glass. Opa proposed two toasts.

"To Dave on his sixteenth birthday... may there be many more, and as happy." They all raised their glasses and drank to my health. I was immensely pleased.

Then, to my never ending astonishment and a little embarrassment.

"To Carol and Dave... May their love stay pure and true forever."

I almost fell through the floor. Carol blushed prettily. It was a good time to kiss her, which I did, and just to make sure I got it right, I did it again. She was practically swooning when I finished. Everyone, I mean everyone, applauded. You would have thought it was a wedding instead of a birthday party.

Riekie disappeared somewhere, came back and called Bob out to help her with something. A few minutes later, they came back in, each carrying a pile of gift wrapped packages — all for me! I was overwhelmed. They made a 'Chair of Honour' and had me sit in it while I opened my gifts. There was one from each of them. There were even gifts from my parents and Val and Heather. How they snuck them into the Scotts' and got them to the cottage without me seeing them beforehand remains a mystery to this day. After all these years I don't remember who gave me what, except for two.

Riekie got me some small gift. I don't now recall what it was -- some little keepsake or some such thing. She came up to me and said.

"I got you a small gift, but I have one other for you. Carol said I could give it to you tonight."

She looked over at Carol, who just nodded and smiled. She looked a little strained.

Riekie put her arms around my neck, and pulled me into a cock-throbbing senses-blowing French kiss that went on forever, it seemed. I just about passed out from the intensity of it. That girl put her whole soul into that kiss and she made my birthday very happy indeed. As we slowly broke off the birthday kiss, she relaxed in my arms and cooed. Her eyes had a dreamy far away look.

"If you ever want a change from Carol, I'm right here. That was fantastic. She said you were a great kisser. Now you have two fans."

"Uh... thank you. I don't think Carol is going to lose me any time soon."

Now I understood why Carol had looked a little strained: she had let her sister lay that big kiss on me, knowing full well the effect of one. She trusted both of us to keep our heads on straight, but it was still hard on her to watch it. The rest of the crowd thought it was great, and again Opa gave me the big thumbs-up and a huge smile.

Carol saved her gift out from the rest. After I recovered from Riekie's mind-blowing birthday kiss, she parked herself in front of me.

"Back in the chair Big Boy, we ain't done yet."

I sat down in the Birthday chair. Carol promptly plunked herself in my lap, and squirmed around, acting like she was trying to get comfortable.

"There's an awful lump here. Did my sister cause that?"

"Yup. I recognized a certain tongue sucking technique that never fails to get your personal friend's attention (like my wife in later years, Carol anthropomorphized my penis.). I'd almost suspect that she'd been taking lessons and practicing!"

Carol actually blushed beet red. I'd taken a long shot and scored! Then I remembered what I'd seen outside the bathroom that night... 

She punched me in the arm, found a spot she liked, and wiggled that cute bum down snuggly to her 'friend'.

"I'll have to speak to her about that. I have a gift for you."

She handed me a small box. I opened it. Inside was a ring. It looked almost like a wedding band. It was actually two bands of gold twined together ingeniously, with a small Alaskan diamond in a matching setting.

"Read the inscription."

Engraved on the inside was 'Carol and Dave 1965 Hearts Entwined Forever' The symbolism of the two bands twined together became obvious to me.

I didn't know what to say. Tears welled up in my eyes. I think I probably was blubbering. I pulled her so tight to me she complained she couldn't breathe. I slipped it on my left ring finger. It was too big, but it fit my middle finger, so I wore it there.

"Thank you isn't good enough, My Love, but thank you will have to do. I love you, I love you, I love you!"

I planted one of those mind-numbing kisses on her and she positively melted in my lap. I felt a heat where her bum was resting against her 'friend'. Later, when she got up, there was a wet spot on my pants that I didn't make... After we broke off the kiss she leaned in close to my ear.

"Your birthday isn't really until tomorrow. That's just a token of my love. You get your real present tomorrow."

I couldn't imagine what else she might get me for my birthday that would be better than that ring, and the sentiment it expressed. I didn't know how she got it. We hadn't left the cottage since we'd been there, except to take her dad to the train. The mystery was solved later that fall when I got her a matching one for her Christmas. I had an almost identical inscription engraved on it. The jeweler commented that he'd only ever sold one like it, it was so unusual. He'd sold it to a young lady earlier in the summer. She had it before we left home! I kept that ring for several years. It was my most prized possession. I wore it all the time. When I was working for Northern, they wouldn't let us wear jewelry when we worked on the power side. I took it off and put it in my locker. Some son of a bitch broke into a number of lockers that day. Mine was one of them. When I couldn't find it in my locker, I was sure Carol's ring was among the stolen items.

We danced a bit more, but it started to get quite late. We said good night to the aunts and the grandparents. After they left, the girls cleaned up the party mess and Bob and I took down the decorations. We said our goodnights and everyone went to bed.

Carol and I played our usual game at the bathroom, but her mother wasn't there to yell at us. Imagine our surprise when Riekie yelled and told us to get to bed — our own beds -- right at the appropriate time! Later that night, she skipped our usual door-between-us mutual jerk off. She hadn't been down to join me the last few nights. I think it was her monthly or something. All was otherwise well in my world, and I slept soundly.

The next morning, the aunts and grandparents had already left by the time we got up. Mind you, we did sleep in a bit because we didn't have those early-rising boys to wake us up.

Riekie and Carol made a wonderful breakfast. After we cleaned up, we went for a swim, and just lazed around the house. Breakfast had been more of a brunch, so we didn't bother with a mid-day meal.

Early in the afternoon, Riekie came out with a newspaper. She said she was getting bored and wanted to go to a movie or something. She said she'd found a triple feature at a local drive-in. Carol said she didn't feel like any movies. Bob wasn't all that keen either, until Riekie showed him the playbill in the paper. One of the movies playing was a science fiction flick we'd both wanted to see. The other two were 'Teenage Something or Other' horror flicks. Bob decided he'd go. I would have liked to have seen the science fiction one, but if Carol wasn't going, I felt my place was with her, so I begged off. We decided on an early supper so Bob and Riekie could leave in good time. The drive-in, although 'local' was still an hour's drive away. With three features, and at least two hours of driving round trip, they'd be gone until 3 or 4 in the morning.

The girls busied themselves in the kitchen and soon the air was filled with delightful aromas. While they were getting supper ready, Bob and I went for a swim. We took the soap with us and got cleaned up. Neither one of us much liked the old tub in the bathroom.

The meal was a roaring success. Those girls outdid themselves on the food, which was simply marvelous. Tante Jo had left the rest of last night's wine. We all had a glass, except for Riekie, who being a newly licensed driver, and under age, didn't want to take any chances.

After that scrumptious meal, we all relaxed a little bit. Soon Bob and Riekie changed into warmer clothes, thinking it might be cool at the drive-in, and got ready to leave. Carol and I did the supper cleanup. They were changed and ready to go about the same time we finished washing up.

Riekie gave us one last chance. "You're sure you don't want to come with us?"

Carol stretched and stifled a yawn. "Naw, I'm not into those kinda movies, and I don't think I could stay awake long enough to get my money's worth."

"OK. Suit yourself. Have fun, but be good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Riekie had an evil twinkle in her eye that I almost missed.

"Riekie are we going or are you just gonna stand there gabbing!" Bob was getting impatient. Once he decided to do something, he wanted to get on with it.

"OK! Hold your horses. I'm coming!"

Then they left. Carol and I held each other as we waved them good bye from the step.

"I'm for a bath. You and Bob already had yours. I feel all greasy after working in the kitchen. Come scrub my back when I call you."

"Delighted to serve, M'lady!"

Carol skipped into the bathroom and ran herself a tub. While it was filling, she ran up and got her robe. When she came down, she said. "I'll call you when I'm ready." Then she disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard splashing sounds and a delighted "A-a-a-h-h-h-!" About fifteen minutes later "David! Oh, David!"

I could hardly contain myself and hurried to do M'lady's bidding. Carol had that old tub just heaped with bubbles. All you could see was her head. One slim arm held out the wash cloth to me. As I soaped up the cloth, she leaned forward. I reached into that sea of bubbles and gave her back a good scrubbing. Once I had her scrubbed, I eased up, and just started to rub her back.

"Mmmmmmm. Feels nice."

I continued to rub her back, and started to work my hand around to her breasts. She pushed my hand back to her back.

"Not now, I just wanna soak."

Thinking she was still on her period (many women get very sensitive nipples then), I complied, and rubbed her back some more, until... 

"That's enough for now, Lover. Let me soak for a little while."

I left her in the tub, and sat down with my book. I'd been working on the latest Isaac Asimov since I picked it up the night we took Bob Sr. to the train. Between our fun times and studying for our 365, I hadn't had much time to read, unusual for me. I normally had my head stuck in a book every free minute of the day.

Carol came out of the bathroom about twenty minutes later, wearing her robe, and toweling her hair. She gave me a mysterious smile as she glided past, heading upstairs. I figured she was going to finish her hair in her room, dress, and come back down. It was still daylight (hell, it wasn't much past normal supper time), and there was lots of the evening left to do things, like our nightly walk.

About ten minutes later. "David! Can you come up here? I need you for something."

"OK, be right up."

What could she need help with? I was just getting into my book. I finished the page I was reading, marked my spot, and headed upstairs to see what she wanted.

I didn't see her and called out. "Where are you?"

"In my room, Silly."

I pushed open the door. She was in bed. She'd done something to her hair to make it softer adding radiance to it, almost a glow. There was a banner on the headboard that read 'Happy Birthday David", with hearts on it. It looked more like a valentine. Around her neck was a big blue ribbon, with a matching bow at her throat and a card attached.

She threw back the covers beside her and held out her arms to me.

"Come get your birthday present, Big Boy." The way she said it was sexy as Hell, with a little Mae West corniness thrown in.

I knee jerked over to the bed and knelt on it. I heard a soft crinkly sound. I bent over to kiss her. Carol put her hands up to my shoulders and stopped me.

"Read your card."

I read: 'Happy Birthday David, My One True Love. The Time Is Right.'

I nearly fainted. She giggled. Then she stared into my eyes, and held my gaze. Her fingers started undoing the buttons on my shirt. I may have been a little dense, but not completely -- I was beginning to get the message. Her eyes held an open invitation. Carol finished with my buttons and reached for my belt. She got it undone, unzipped me, and popped the button. I hadn't worn jockeys since that day on the couch. She started pushing my shorts off. I finally got the full hint and turned and sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes and finish with my shorts. Her hands pulled my shirt off my shoulders then she helped me take it the rest of the way off.

I turned and slid under the covers with her. I slid over next to her, felt the incredible warmth and smoothness of her skin. I heard that crinkly sound again and gave her a quizzical look. Carol giggled again.

"Can't make the same mistake twice. Remember the couch? We put one of the boy's mattress covers on."

"We?"

"Yeah."

She snuggled up close as I slipped my arm around her warm, bare shoulders.

Another one of those damn lights went on. Riekie's evil eye! She was in on this! The movie thing was just to let us get alone. I wondered if Bob knew about this. Later, I learned the WHOLE family except Bob Sr., and maybe Dolly, were in on it. The aunts and the grandparents left to give us our privacy. Bob and Riekie had no place to go, so they went to an all-night movie, although Bob didn't know until well into the movies. He got bored with the second feature, and wanted to go home. Riekie told him they couldn't because they might interrupt something wonderful. He pouted, but then apparently a light went on for him, and he just grinned. Opa was in shit with the women because of his toast. They thought he'd give the whole thing away.

I never learned if Dolly knew for sure. If she didn't, she at least suspected, although when I learned all this, I became suspicious of her acquiescing so easily to a weekend in Toronto with the boys. Bob Sr. NEVER knew. He was never very popular with Dolly's family. As far as Dolly's family was concerned, this WAS our wedding night. They never forgave Bob Sr. for what happened later, and it was whispered that that was the main cause of his marital split with Dolly. But I digress, that's for later.

"I'll be damned..."

Carol turned to face me, head cradled in the crook of my arm, fingers playing idly in my chest hair. Newly 16, I didn't have much, but I had some. She lifted her face for a kiss and our lips touched in that age-old tenderness.

When we separated, she asked. "Aren't you going to take the ribbon off your present?"

I flipped her onto her back, and attacked her mouth. My hand found the end of the ribbon and slowly pulled. As the ribbon came away, she broke the mind warping kiss.

"There, now it's ALL yours... just be gentle with me."

I would be so-o-oo-o gentle. "I wouldn't have it any other way, but I do have half a mind to tickle you just to hear you scream."

"Do me good, and I'll scream for you anyway."

"Temptress!"

"Yeah? So? And your point is?"

Knowing I wasn't going to win this, I did the only thing possible. I sealed her mouth with another kiss.



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Chapter 14


We started out slow and easy, but it soon became demanding. She started that tongue sucking thing, and just about drove me insane with lust. It was much nicer in bed. I had free access to her whole body. I could move around and pleasure her however I wanted, with no awkward sitting position, like we were used to.

Wanting to see this entrancing creature in her glorious entirety, I threw the covers off. It was still daylight, so there was lots of natural light in the room, softened by the curtains on the window. I knelt up beside her, cock waving in the breeze, and just looked. I looked long and hard. I could not believe the beauty laid out before me.

"Whatchya lookin' at? Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"You. The image being burned into my brain will last longer than a mere photograph. You are just so indescribably beautiful. Have I died and gone to Heaven? Are there 76 more of you?"

"Thank you, kind sir. You ain't so bad yourself. 76 more of me?"

If you saw me today, you would wonder what she was talking about, but back then I still had a waistline and the broad shoulders of farm work and sports.

"I'll tell you later. God damn! You're gorgeous! Edible! Where do I start?"

"Will you stop?" a laugh. "Your talk is making me all tingly. I'm getting wet just hearing it. Edible?" She looked longingly at 'her friend'. "HE looks edible, but I'm not doing that tonight. So please to keep HIM out of my face, lest I be tempted! Not a single drop of HIS precious stuff is gonna be wasted tonight."

This girl was getting corny with the words, too. Is it contagious? Maybe all that Shakespeare they shoved down our throats in school came out at times like this? She'd already quoted Hamlet a couple times.

"THAT I can show you." Then I whispered. " Now relax, Honey, I'm taking you to the Stars and beyond."

I started with her mouth but not with soul-searing French kiss. I nibbled at her full lips, and chewed gently on her bottom lip. My right hand wandered all over her body, caressing gently from her navel up and over and around, teasing past a breast, lightly stroking the underbreast, up over those perfect mounds, palm lightly brushing the nipples, then back down over her tummy, down to just the top of her curls, then back up her flank, drawing my hand up, and caressing that gorgeous tittie from the side, lightly tickling. She flinched a bit. She started moaning and sighing softly.

"Feels s-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-od..."

My mouth was all over her face, lightly kissing her eyes, her forehead and the tip of her nose. Little pecks on her lips, teasing, she reached for a deeper kiss. I paused long enough to suck her mouth and taste tongue. Her breath was so sweet. Teasing, nipping, I moved to her left ear, kissing lightly. I nibbled her dainty earlobe and breathed in her ear, sending shivers through her frame. I rose up, kissing lightly back across her eyes, those beautiful blue orbs that captured my soul. My lips descended to her right ear. I nibbled her earlobe, breathed on her ear, inserted my tongue in the opening and blew gently. She shivered violently. Gasped.

"Wh-wh-wh-a-a-a-t are you doing to-o-o me-e?"

My hand had not been idle. It wandered the curves and softness of her succulent flesh. Found her left breast, squeezing, massaging. I tweaked her nipple. A spasm rocked her. I drifted my hand to her right breast. As I squeezed it, it erected to firmer fullness. I tweaked that nipple, another spasm shook her. Her hands at the back of my head suddenly gripped and relaxed in my hair. I gave that nipple another little tweak. Her hands flew off my head. Her left hand slapped down on the mattress.

"A! A!"

My mouth drifted down from her ear toward her carotid. I blew a gentle raspberry. She stiffened in shock, I worked across the base of her throat. Kissing, licking, nibbling. I blew another soft raspberry on that side. Once again she stiffened.

"Uh! Uh!"

My lips worked lower. My hand was still massaging her right breast, moved to the left. I squeezed the fullness of it and felt it swell against my palm. Her nipple quickened. I tweaked it. A shock! I did it again! Another shock! Her hips were pumping now. Her moaning was more continuous.

"O-o-o-o-o-oooo-ooo-ooo..."

My hand moved downward, caressing in figures, into her navel. I dipped a finger into her navel. Carol arched. I swirled my finger in her navel. My lips made it to her beautiful pink-tipped mounds. I suckled one, then the other, nipping at the nipples, sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. Her arms were pounding the bed, fists clenching and unclenching. Her head rocked form side to side. I kissed the tender under side of her breasts. My finger worked a little more magic in her cute little belly button. It gently made a quick stab inward. Her back arched suddenly. My lips once again found her breasts, my tongue circling first one aureole then the other. I orbited in and flicked the nipple with my tongue. More shocks raced through her body. Her whole body was shaking and vibrating, hips gyrating madly now. Her breathing came short, fast.

" <gasp> <pant> <pant> <gasp> David!"

I teased her breasts and nipples some more with my mouth. I moved my body farther down hers, kneeling. Both hands free, now, my right hand moved away from her sweet navel, wandering toward her left breast. My left hand joined the attack and moved onto her flank. I trailed the fingers lightly, teasing up her ribs toward her right breast. Both hands now stroked and caressed her flanks, moving, fluttering toward her breasts. My lips nibbled southward toward her navel. She was squirming and gasping, her moans rising to one continuous wail.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aa-a-aa-a-a--a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaa--aa—aaaaa-a..."

As my hands found their luscious quarry, my lips descended onto her delectable belly button. I squeezed her breasts simultaneously, as I tried to suck her soul right out through her centre. I kneaded her breasts almost mercilessly. Carol's body was going wild, hips thrashing, arms flailing. My fingers each grasped a nipple, pinching, twisting. My tongue stabbed into her natal hole. Her whole body arched, shock waves coursing through her as the assault on her nipples continued. Then... my lips pursed. I got a firmer pinch grip on her nipples. Her body was rocking quite violently now, hips pumping. I blew a huge, sloppy noisy raspberry into her navel. At the same time I pulled and twisted her nipples. The resulting explosion was almost instantaneous! She yelped. She thrashed. Her knees pulled up in spasm, then her legs convulsed back straight. Her heels thumped the mattress as her hands clenched into the sheet. Her arms locked. Her back arched, lifting and locking her hips off the bed. She screamed.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDD!!!

As the largest of the spasms faded, she started to curse, or was it supplication?

"Jeeeeeeeesuuuuusss! M-maaarrryyy! M-m-oth-th-th-er-er o-o-o-ff G-o-o-o-od-dd-! F-f-f-u-u-u-l-l-l o-o-f-f-Grr-a-a-a-c-c-c-e!!"

She was raised a good Catholic girl. I think she had a religious experience!

"Wh-wh-wh-a-a-a-t the F-F-UU-CK Just Happened to me????"

"Nice language, M'lady. Tone it down a bit. I have sensitive ears" I think if she'd been able, she'd have BOXED those sensitive ears.

I kissed her gently, working her down a bit. Little love pecks all around her abdomen. Her abdominal muscles rippled and spasmed. My kisses soothed them. She relaxed, but aftershocks were still causing her to jerk and tremble. My hands had long since released her overstressed nipples. They gently stroked and kneaded her breasts, soothing, working lower along her flanks, massaging, relaxing tight muscles. As her hips stopped jerking, and slowed down to a gentle pumping motion, she started to coo.

"Oo-oo-ooo-ooo-ooo, that's s-o-o-oo-o n-i-i-i-ce. Oh David, what DID happen to me? Every time you do me that way, you do something a little different, and it just gets more intense."

<chuckle><evil grin>"You ain't seen NUTHIN' yet Baby!"

"I-I'm almost afraid." Delighted giggle just the same.

I started winding her up again. I moved up her body, trailing kisses up her tummy, across her breasts, and finally to her lips. They were engorged and I placed little love kisses there. She was still breathing a little hard, still up a bit. I wanted to keep her there, not let her all the way down. My lips locked onto hers. We started gently, but she was soon insistent, her body starting to writhe. She tried to suck the tongue out of my head — oh no you don't — this is MY birthday party<grin>.

I broke the kiss, gently, my mouth quickly working south, tasting her lovely pink nips briefly on the way past, just enough to elicit small gasps and shocks, gently winding her up, my right hand already exploring. My lips continued their southward trek. I paused briefly at her navel, tasting, probing it with my tongue. Her back arched slightly. My hand traveled farther south, brushing lightly through those wonderful brown curls, tickling a bit, causing her to shudder. It moved down, not quite to the top of her slit, rotating slightly, with a little pressure on her mons. It halted, teasingly close to her slit. My little finger touched, ever so lightly at the very apex. Her hips came up, reaching for it. Carol moaned plaintively, wanting it. I teased; the hand moved to the side, finger tips lightly tracing down the top of her thigh. She shuddered again. Her legs parted slightly.

I shifted my position, my mouth traversing below her navel, where it had been gently sucking. My lips met and brushed her lovely thicket. I inhaled her scent, fresh, clean with a hint of arousal. My hand traced back up her thigh, her body shuddering. My hand moved up, brushing my own face, as it came to the apex, without touching. Then it trailed, fingertip light down her right thigh to her knee, then back up, slightly more to the inside, toward her apex. Again it turned just short, and trailed back down the inside of her left thigh. She instinctively spread wider.

My face was buried in her curls, the texture and scent overpowering. My hands continued their teasing, wandering up and down her thighs. She opened more. I slid my hand up her right thigh, past the vee onto her curls, and started back down her left thigh. Just below her nether lips, it stopped. I slid it between her thighs and turned it ninety degrees. She got the message and opened wide. I flipped myself between her now outspread legs, both hands on her hips, supporting my weight on my elbows. My lips in her bush started kissing back up to her navel, kissing side to side. Her hands came to my head, started pushing me down. I resisted moving too quickly. She was moaning, hips pumping.

Gradually, nuzzling, blowing raspberries all over her wonderful flesh, my mouth worked lower. My mouth was on her bush, moving downward, her hand pushing me lower. Her hips pumped. My lower lip dropped over the precipice of her mons. I nuzzled into the top of her split. My mouth worked lower into her. She spread her legs even farther, drew her knees up and let them fall outward. She was now totally open to me. I took a few seconds to just gaze at the wonder so willingly, eagerly displayed for me. I glanced upward. She raised on her elbows so she could look down and we smiled at each other.

"What's the view like down there? You don't know how much I've wanted to show you my secret places, David!"

Gulp! She is definitely THE woman for me. Every fantasy I have, she mirrors!

"Fan- fucking-tastic! You don't know how much I've wanted to see those secret places! Let's keep them OUR secrets, OK? Sorry to delay the action, but I just have to stare in wonder for a bit longer. This is the most awesome thing I've EVER seen. What's it look like from there?"

In our innocence and naiveté we didn't know you're not really supposed to compare notes; and yet... how else do we learn?

"Looks hot, like you're trying to crawl back where you came from."

"In a sense, I guess I am."

I got more comfortable.

"Do you shave down here?"

"Never, why?"

"It's clean and fresh all around the labia. That lovely bush of yours hangs down over your mons, protecting your clit a little as it should, but between, there's no hair. It's WONDERFUL."

"What's so important about hair there or not there?"

"Tell ya later."

"How is my Sweet Prince doin?"

"You're what?"

"My Sweet Prince, you know, my friend — how's he doing?"

"He's enduring a little stress, but nothing we can't handle as a team. We may have to do some heavy math though."

"Huh?"

"Tell ya later."

"You're getting a list..."

Back to the business of pleasure: I got more comfortable. I slid down more onto the bed between her thighs, brining my arms down, under thighs, and wrapping them around her legs so my hands were resting on her bush. My face was now looking straight into Heaven's door. I inhaled! Ah! The aroma of woman in heat! So intoxicating!! I took another look.

Carol's lips were a lovely coral pink, slightly parted, the inner lips protruding out slightly past. They were a similar shade, only darker. I could just barely see her clit sticking out near the top. It was pink too, but a much hotter, stimulated shade. She was glistening with her juice, wet down into the divide of those luscious buttocks. The sheet under her showed some dampness and everywhere, the smell of her sex and heat. I brought my hands down toward her furrow, and gently pried her slit open with my thumbs. Her clit popped out hot, and erect. I flicked it with a thumb. She lurched and bounced.

"Oh God!"

I moved forward, pushed my tongue out to its full length, so it was pointed at the tip, and very deliberately licked from the bottom of her labia to the top, forcing them to part. Her pussy lips opened like the petals of an exotic flower. The taste was simply exquisite. I'd tasted her before, but nothing as fresh as this! She started squirming. I had to hold her in place. I licked again, this time from the bottom all the way to her clit. The reaction was astonishing! She spasmed, and a small amount of her fluid sprayed out of her virgin hole, which was now completely wet. I licked again. The inner lips parted fully. Oh what a beautiful sight! There before me, were the gates of Paradise. Her virgin tunnel was pulsing, almost breathing. I couldn't resist. I pressed my face up tight, and stuck my tongue as far up her tunnel as I could get it. My nose was running the bottom of her clit. She went orbital! Her hips started bucking and churning, her thighs were clenching against my head.

"Oh GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH... OH... OH... OH... OH!!"

I started tongue fucking her hole. My nose, rubbing through her upper labia, and bumping her clit, set her off. I decided to try for just a vaginal orgasm. I dropped my chin, relieving the pressure on her clit. I pulled my tongue back and literally suck-kissed her vaginal opening. I got a mouth full of her juice. Delicious! I also got a strangled scream out of her.

This girl had more raw nerves than an open wound! Her hips thrashed and pumped. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled me tighter into her sopping depths. My tongue worked back into her hole. I swirled it round and round, in and out, in and out, just my lips and tongue working her vagina. I felt her orgasm building.

I speeded up my tongue fucking, her hips worked faster and harder. I was hanging on for dear life. I felt her build to a crescendo. She was making inarticulate groaning sounds, building in pitch and volume.

My tongue worked her faster and deeper. She kept building. Her hips were raised off the bed. I felt her getting close to the edge. I pulled my tongue back, feeling her build with the out stroke. I stabbed my tongue back in -- hard! She bucked and flailed, not quite there yet.

I pulled my tongue back again, sucking in a pulsing motion with my whole mouth. I launched my tongue again, suddenly probing almost to her barrier. She was almost there!

I pulled my tongue back one more time then plunged it straight in. I think I touched her hymen. I swirled it around, then rapid in and out. I loosened the suction of my lips, and blew a raspberry. She went beyond orbital!

Her hips launched off the bed, jamming her pussy hard into my face. Her vagina pulsed, contracting and releasing. Her hips dropped to the bed. I worked with my tongue. Her hips came back up hard, and stayed up. Her thighs clenched around my head, holding me. Her vagina squirted and squirted. I sucked up her nectar as fast as she shot, and she screamed. To my ears, an angel sang.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!!!

She bucked and churned, her hands pounding the mattress. Her thighs still locked on my head, it was getting difficult to breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out from lack of air, she relaxed and I was able to get my head back far enough to breath. It meant pulling off her vaginal opening. She was still squirting! As she relaxed, she was wide open. I dropped my tongue to the bottom of her furrow, pressed my face in a little tight, and moving my head licked straight up with the full width of my tongue, right up to and over her clit. She rocked and convulsed again. As my tongue got to her clit, I applied a little more pressure and licked it hard. Just as the tip of my tongue passed over it, I flicked it hard with the tip of my tongue, then fluttered the tip of it against her clit and GROWLED. She almost launched straight up off the bed! The spasms were hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side. Her heels drummed the bed. And she screamed and screamed and screamed!

"D-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV-I-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD... D-D-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV--IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-DDDDDDDDDD-DDDD OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD DDDDD-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-VVVVVVVVVVVVVVV-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!"

I looked down. Her vagina squirted about six inches, and it kept squirting! The distance it reached reduced with the violence of her spasms which kept rocking her body. Just when it seemed she was done, another one would rock her, and she'd squirt again. I just lay there and enjoyed the show. Her breathing was laboured, gasping for breath.

Curious, and yes, I'm a bastard, I know... I blew gently directly on her clit in a long continuous fine air flow. She started to buck and thrash again! She was grunting hard. Her vagina squirted and squirted.

"UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH!!"

Finally, not wanting to wear her out completely, I let her wind her self down. Her hips and body were jerking, but less frequently. Occasional jolts passed the full length of her body as she settled down, I checked her out. The inside of her thighs was soaking. The sheet actually had a puddle on it, thanks to the plastic cover underneath. The spasms and shock waves passed gradually away and she was able to relax her legs. Her knees were drawn up, bent, folded to the outside, her whole pussy fully exposed, and it was gorgeous.

"H-H-HOLY F-F-F-UCK B-B-BATMAN!!"

"Are you OK?"

"I... I... think so... that was so-o-o-o intense! I didn't think it was ever gonna stop!"

"I was beginning to wonder if I pushed you too far."

How much mess did we make?"

"Lots, but the plastic is doing its job."

I crawled up to face her. She lay there, still breathing a little hard. I kissed her gently. She returned it with passion. Soon we were in another of those tongue sucking clinches. My hands were wandering all over her body. She started quivering. Her hips were rising insistently off the bed.

My hand wandered down to her pussy, trailed loosely through her curls. My fingers dropped over the edge, and probed her virgin opening. My finger entered her easily. She was relaxed and totally lubricated. I worked my primary digit into her until I touched her barrier.

I worked her a bit and then worked in a second finger, loosening her up. Her kissing was becoming demanding. My finger was working her hole, gently fucking it.

Carol broke the kiss, gasping. "David! Oh David! I want him in me. I want him in me NOW!"

Her arms were pulling me on top of her. Her head started rocking side to side. I worked my fingers a bit more as I rose up and swung my legs in between hers. I positioned myself for a classic missionary position. I grasped my now raging cock, and worked the head up and down through her slot, teasing her and spreading the pre-cum leaking furiously from me. She became demanding.

"NOW! NOW! PUT HIM IN ME NOW! HURRY DAVID! PUT HIM IN! HURRRYYYY!!"

I steered the head to her opening. It lodged there naturally. She Gasped.

"Go-o-od! Put him ii-i-i-i-nnnn!"

I pushed forward. The head slid in part way. The feeling was indescribable, a delirium of pleasure. I pushed a little farther and the head popped in, grasped tightly. I pushed a bit more, and came up against her barrier. I had to pause, it felt so good, I thought I'd blow it right there. She was moaning and trying to get in deeper. Her hips thrust up to meet me.

"Oh Sweet Prince! You feel s-o-o-o-o-o go-o-o-o-o-d. Deeper!"

"Easy, Baby, Easy. This is where it's going to hurt. Are you ready?"

"Oh. Yes! YES! YY-EEE-SS. DEEEEEEEPER!"

I pushed harder. The resistance seemed to get stronger. I backed up a little and took another push. I could feel something start to give. I pushed a little harder. Suddenly something gave completely, and I was in halfway. She screamed!

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!! Y-EEEEEEEEE-SSSSS!!"

I paused to let her adjust then pushed once more, and slid all the way into her velvety, grasping glove. The sensations I felt were indescribably wonderful. She was tight, hot, wet! I felt something touch, almost nibble at the tip. The mouth of her cervix.

"OH YEAH! SO GOOD!SO FULL! OH SWEET PRINCE! MISS PUSSY'S HUNGRY! FEED HER!"

God! Another anthropomorphism!

I let her savor her fullness for a few seconds. I withdrew, almost out then I pushed back in one long stroke. Her hands went to my butt, pulling. Her hips lifted. She pulled me deeper. Her legs wrapped around me. I started to stroke. I was amazed at myself for the control I had. I fucked into her, she fucked back. She met me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. Soon, I was ramming her hard, the base of my cock rubbing her clit, my pubic bone slamming down on it.

We rutted like two animals in heat. I couldn't believe the sensations! Her pussy was contracting around my rod, milking it squeezing it. Our thrusts became wild. I slammed and slammed into her. She slammed back, I sensed her building. It added to my own sensation. I could feel it building up through my balls, building and building. Her own orgasm was getting close. We clutched. We fucked.

We ground against each other. I couldn't take much more! My thrusts became short rapid strokes. My buttocks were a blur of motion. She matched me. We were both grunting and gasping. I felt my release coming. I sensed hers was close too. We rode the wave together. UP! UP! UP! UP! My balls spasmed! My cock swelled even more.

One, TWO, THREE, FOUR thrusts. ANOTHER ONE! I felt it starting to go. I exploded! At the same time, her arms and legs wrapped around me as she came hard. Her pussy bucked hard into me. I pulled back one time, then buried it as deep in her as I could get and left it buried. I felt my cum shooting, shooting.

I heard her scream my name. I squirted and squirted and squirted and squirted. I'd never come so much at one time. My hips convulsed and I squirted another big load. I felt her pussy milking me. Hot liquid scalded my balls. Finally, at last spent, I relaxed against her. I rolled to my side pulling her with me. My cock still buried inside her, only slightly softened. Goddamn! Our first time, and we came together! Amazing!

We held each other close, our hips making small, after-fuck motions. My cock started to deflate, but I kept it in her. It felt too good to take it out. She just held onto me, making cooing sounds. Our lips met in the most tender kiss we'd ever shared. This was LOVE. L-O-V-E! LOVE!

"Oh God! Carol Anne, I love you so much". I had tears in my eyes. "That was just so wonderful, I can't describe it."

"David, David, David. That other stuff we do is fun, but THIS is what it's all about isn't it? I come hard when you do me the other ways, but nothing like that. You said you were going to take me to the stars and beyond. WE MADE IT!!! I felt Sweet Prince shoot in me. He shot so hard and so much, I thought it was gonna come out my mouth. Oh! I love that feeling! How soon before he's ready again?"

"I don't know. Let's just enjoy the moment."



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Chapter 15


We cuddled, my now nearly flaccid penis still inside her. We cuddled in contented silence for a few minutes. Her hips started humping against me. Her nipples were hot, hard, burning my chest. Her pubis was slowly grinding into mine. She nibbled on my ear. She was gently stimulating me, and I was responding. I felt my penis stiffening. So did she.

"Oh! Sweet Prince! You're coming back to me."

My cock quickly returned to full hardness. I rolled her over. Our mouths locked in a soul-searing kiss. There wasn't the urgency this time. We made long, slow, passionate love. Our bodies seemed to be in perfect sync. We were made for each other. I experimented with various strokes. She was learning to control those muscles. We could talk while we loved. I was above her, looking into her eyes, stroking slowly, her hips matching mine. Her eyes were full of love. She was so wet and hot, and tight.

"Did it hurt much?"

"A little, at first. There was a pressure that was a little uncomfortable then a little tearing kind of pain, and My Prince was in me! And I felt so full... and... and... complete, like now. Oh David, what you're doing to me, with me, right now! It feels so good, I don't ever want it to end."

"I feel exactly the same!"

This feeling was EXQUISITE!

But nature requires it to conclude, so the end-product can be delivered. Before long, our tempo increased, and we started the buildup to another crashing mutual orgasm. As I came, she convulsed around me, and once again screamed my name.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!

It felt like I came a quart, I shot hard. Three, four, five, six full squirts of baby-making juice deep inside her. Her pussy milked me dry. I fell on top of her. She held me in her arms. At last I thought I was getting heavy, and rolled off. My cock came out of her with a sucking sound. She was so tight!

"Oh look at the poor Prince! Poor Sweet Prince! He's exhausted, poor thing. Oh, I think I'll kiss him better!"

She scooted 'round to be able to take it in her mouth. I was too shot then, to respond, but it felt good. She licked and kissed it clean. Then she patted it, and cooed.

"Sleep tight Sweet Prince." She looked at the bed and giggled." If we're gonna sleep here tonight, we better change the sheets."

I looked. I couldn't believe the size of the wet spot. There was a bit of red in the middle, her virgin blood. I didn't know it then, but that sheet was saved and shown to her family. In some ways they were very old-fashioned European, despite the unconventional style of our 'wedding'.

"Maybe if we put a towel under you it would help?"

She turned so she could open her pussy and show me. "How do I look now?"

Her pussy was actually gaping. Sperm was leaking out and running down between her cheeks. There was also some pink in the white cream oozing out of that gorgeous opening. That was one well-fucked pussy! I did that! I was inordinately proud of myself!

"A mess! A beautiful, sexy, awe-inspiring, wonderful mess. And you know what? This time, the mess is all made by your Prince and me! What a team! I think what I'm seeing is called a 'well-fucked pussy'."

"Yeah, I can feel his precious stuff leaking out! He really filled me up! To overflowing! I want to feel like that all the time. When he shoots in me, I come right away. I love it! And I LO-O-OVE YOU!"

She spun around, and attacked me with a playful kiss.

"Shit! It's still daylight. Let's take a bath. I think we need it, and go for a walk."

"Sounds like a wonderful plan."

It seemed like forever, what we were doing, but in reality it wasn't all that long.

We climbed off the bed and headed downstairs to the bathroom. She led, I followed. I was once again mesmerized by the sway and tic-toc motion of those wonderful hips and cheeks. The come running down the inside of her thighs glistened in the light. It was so seductive.

I started the tub filling. Carol sat on the toilet, waiting for it to fill.

"I have to pee."

"So go."

I heard the hiss and splash of her relieving herself and a sigh of relief. She had absolutely no inhibitions around me anymore.

The tub finished filling, and I helped her in. I climbed in behind her and sat down with her back to me, intending to cuddle a bit. Carol wasn't having any of that. She was like a little kid. She stood up and turned to face me, then sat down. She put those gorgeous legs over mine. We soaped up the cloth, and started washing each other. The cloth was soon tossed out, though in favour of soapy hands.

I soaped up my hands and began washing her breasts. Caressing them would be a better description. Her nipples hardened and perked up. The sight was to die for. I washed her down toward her pubis. I worked the soapy water into her hair, which had become matted with all our juices. I washed lower, but at that angle, she was a little hard to get at.

She stood up in the tub, and presented that gorgeous pussy to me at eye level. I soaped up my hands. I washed each of those beautiful legs all the way to the top. I made her turn around, and washed her sweet butt, paying particular attention to the divide between her cheeks, down to her lips. I had her face me, and repeated the process on her tummy, her glorious brown curls, and her thighs.

I soaped up my hands again, and gave her pussy a thorough and complete cleaning. I ensured that her no-longer-virgin tunnel was well cleaned and, 'accidentally' maybe just a little stimulated <grin>. Her slit and clitoris got a like treatment, and maybe just a little more 'accidental' stimulation <GRIN>. Her hips wee pumping a little when I declared her clean and had her sit down to rinse off.

She made me stand and turn. She cleaned my butt and crack as I had done for her. Her soapy hand felt absolutely divine, and I felt a stirring in my groin. When she was satisfied my anterior regions were clean, she had me turn around. She washed up both my legs and did a thorough job. She looked fixedly at my cock and licked her lips.

"My Sweet Prince, you look like you could use some special tender loving care."

She soaped up her hands and ever so gently, like she was handling some prized family heirloom, proceeded to wash my cock. She paid particular attention to making sure I was clean in the scrotal area. She had handled my balls before, but never worked them very much, preferring to play with the big ticket item. This time, she examined them very closely, lifting them gently, cleaning around and behind, making certain they were absolutely spotless. She hefted them as if weighing them. She got so close I could feel her breath on them. Her warm, soapy hands, her warm, sweet breath felt exquisite on the sensitive skin around my balls. I felt another stirring.

"So this is the factory where My Sweet Prince makes his precious stuff. We must take very good care of your factory, My Prince." She said, speaking directly to my penis.

She then proceeded to wash my penis very thoroughly. Her touch felt absolutely divine. By the time she was almost done, it was back to about half mast. This was not lost on her, either. When she declared it clean, she very deliberately leaned in close, and placed a rather passionate (?) kiss right on the tip, as if she was actually kissing a little man. That did it. The thing woke up to full tumescence. She giggled herself silly over that. Then she made me sit down.

She got a far away look in her eyes, and held my gaze. I didn't at first notice her hand was busy in her pussy. I only noticed when the water started sloshing rhythmically in the tub. Her other hand had never let go of my penis when I sat down. She made certain it was well rinsed.

Now, both of her hands came up to my chest. She pushed lightly and breathed. "Lean back."

I leaned back until I was resting against the end of the tub. She wiggled herself forward on my legs, until she had pushed my penis vertically between us, her pubis brushing against my ball sack. She brought her feet back under her knees. With one hand on the side of the tub, she reached between us and grasped my cock. Using her hand on the side of the tub, and straightening her legs a little, she raised up. The hand holding my cock positioned it, and she let herself down. As soon as it was started into her clasping vagina, she put both hands on my shoulders, straightened her legs back out, and sat down on a very aroused and grateful cock, impaling that wonderfully tight pussy completely with an extremely contented sigh.

"A-a-a-h-h-h-!"

Now THIS is the way to take a bath! My Sweet Prince, Pussy is all dirty inside will you scrub her out, please?" She leaned into me, and elicited a very passionate kiss.

If it wasn't so erotic, I'd have laughed myself silly! I had to agree with her though it was certainly a great way to take a bath.

We started a slow, sensual rocking motion. The feelings around my cock were deliriously wonderful. She was really learning to use those special internal muscles, and was actually fucking me with them. As we gently fucked in the tub she said.

"You've got a list of things you were going to explain 'later'. Start explaining, please. First,76 what?"

I grinned. "Well, it's back to 77 now, 'cause you ain't no more."

"Riddle me no riddles, young man"

"Virgins." She giggled delightedly. "In the Islamic faith, if a man is made a martyr, he goes to his Heavenly rewards. One of those rewards is eternal bliss with 77 virgins. How they stay virgins and yet give it up is beyond me."

"Oh! Now I get it, when I remember you asking if you were in Heaven." And she laughed. When she did, that moved her muscles working my prick in the most astounding and delightful way. "And the thing about shaving Miss Pussy?"

"If you shave her, I'll disown you. She's beautiful the way she is. Some women are very hairy, right through their crotch, and often extending well up into the crack of their butt. That can cause some hygiene problems. The hair traps and absorbs the fluids locally produced. It's also a fertile breeding ground for bacteria, and the odours that result can be most unpleasant. Some women shave that part of their pussies to combat that, just like you shave under your arms. It's the same principle applied to another area of the body. Others shave their pussies completely bald to get a 'little girl' look. I've read that being bare there increases the sensitivity, especially around the clitoris. I'm not into little girls, so I like a full 'beaver' as it's sometimes called. I do like it bare around the labia, though. Yours is so clean there, I thought you might have shaved it. I'm glad it's 'au naturale', though, because shaving results in bristly stubble. It can be very irritating to the woman 'specially when she sweats — sorry — perspires; women don't sweat, my mother keeps telling me. And the stubble can be irritating to the man when making love, either with his mouth, or his penis".

The rocking was getting a bit more violent. Those muscles were working harder, milking my cock.

"OK. I understand the hygiene part. I've always kept myself clean, and Pussy has never had a problem with bad odours. I'm intrigued by the bald thing, though, if it increases the sensitivity and makes what the Prince does to her even better. If I decided some day to try it, would you really disown me?"

"No, of course not, Silly! But I'll make you a deal. If you want to try it someday, I get to do the shaving, and eat it right after. I've read that eating a freshly shaved pussy is VERY stimulating to both parties."

Her vaginal muscles were really starting to put a strain on my concentration. I could feel the heat starting to rise in my balls. I never thought I'd be able to go a third time so soon, but this wonderful creature, surely not of this Earth, had the most amazing affect on me.

"Oh, Miss Pussy! This awful man wants to eat you. He wants to eat you all up!" She giggled hard.

Her muscles were VERY active now. Her giggle just made the sensation even more intense. My hips were moving pretty good now, too.

"A-And the h-heavy m-math?" Her concentration was failing too, and her breathing was getting heavier.

It was getting hard to think "It-It's s-something of an old gag, b-but there's probably a g-grain of truth in it, too. I t-tried it today, but I c-couldn't c-concentrate, you were d-doing such n-nice things to me, j-just like n-now. I-if a man f-f-feels he's c-coming too s-soon, he should do c-complex m-math to t-take his m-mind o-off it, th-thereby l-lasting l-l-longer. S-solving f-for P-Pi or s-something I-I g-guess."

"Oh-oooooo..."

It was difficult to talk and fuck that hard at the same time. She was really bouncing now, and my hips were thrusting hard. I felt it build quickly. We were moving so hard and fast, the water was almost sloshing out of the tub. It built fast. I felt myself starting to come.

"Oh, Jeezeus, Baby, I'm co-ommmm-ing!" I felt it starting to squirt.

"Oh God, YESY!YES! Come in me! Oh Sweet Prince! Fill Pussy up! Cum David! Cum in me!! Cuummmmm!" Her hips ground into me. I felt her pussy muscles spasm and clench around my turgid, exploding prick.

We came together. Again! We came hard. I squirted, and squirted, and squirted some more. Her muscles squeezed and milked every drop out of me as she wound down from her own climax. Finally we just sagged into each others arms, sated for the moment.

"Sweet Prince just gave Miss Pussy a nice warm bath. She's VERY pleased and deliciously full, thank you." I was informed.

She leaned in, gave me a tender kiss. My prick was wilting. She felt it.

"My Sweet Prince needs a rest, I think. Let's get dried off and go for our walk."

She got her feet under her, and disengaged from my cock. She reached down, and gently washed it off under the water. She gave her inner thighs a quick wash, and stood up in the tub. She helped me stand up then. I got out of the tub, grabbed the biggest bath towel there. She stepped out of the tub into it, another of my fantasies fulfilled.

I toweled her off, a kind of slow process, with her squirming and giggling. I think she was ticklish or something... but I managed to get the job done. Her breasts and pussy got dried especially well.

She took the towel, and dried me off thoroughly and very efficiently, paying particular attention to my penis. As she finished, I thought she was reaching out to give me a hug. I stepped into it. Instead, those tricky little fingers tickled me. I'm very ticklish, and she got me. I lunged at her for revenge. She squealed and dodged. She ran out of the bathroom, squealing and giggling, me hot on her heals. I soon lost interest in that, though. The sight of that nymph running naked through the house joyously was just too much of a miracle.

As she ran up the stairs, I could see sperm running down her thighs. She was totally unconcerned. She ran in her room, and locked the door.

"Get dressed." Through the door, still giggling. "I'll be right out."

I went in my room, and quickly donned some light shorts and shirt.

"I'll be downstairs. Can't find my shoes. Musta left them down there." I headed down stairs.

A few minutes later, she came down. She was a sight for weary eyes. She wore a little white pleated skirt I hadn't seen before that came about 4 inches above her knees. She was wearing a very simple white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show a very delectable cleavage. The material was translucent; making it very obvious she was braless. She saw me staring. She twirled, and the skirt flared out, revealing an eye-popping amount of teenage thigh.

When I got my eyes unbugged and my tongue working. "You are the most beautiful creature in all of God's creation."

She blushed prettily (she's GOOD at that), pulled off a smile that dazzled and said sweetly. "Why thank you Kind Sir. You look pretty good yourself. Oh! Were you looking for these?" She had my shoes.

She gave me a coy look with a raised eyebrow. "They were under my bed. Now just HOW did they get there, d'ya think? If they're there again in the morning, I'll be wondering just what your intentions are." They were... 

She came close, handed them to me, and held her face up for a kiss. I obliged with a very tender kiss. I slipped my shoes on. "Daylight's awastin'! All set? Let's go." It was almost dark already, but a good time for a walk.

We left the house, skipping, holding hands and swinging them back and forth like little kids. We were extremely happy. We were madly in love. We had madly made love. Life was good. It doesn't get any better than that.

At the turn around point of our nightly walk, there was a nice little nook just off the path. It wasn't much, just a small cozy spot to step off the trail. We always stopped there and talked a little and usually made out pretty heavy. There was a tree that leaned away from the trail which we always ended up leaning on. This night, full of love and sated with love, we stopped by that tree once again. We had taken a little longer than usual to make the first half of our walk. There was nobody back at the cottage expecting us to return in a specified time. We had time, and used it, to pause and kiss gently, sometimes just holding each other, feeling our love.

I curled her into my arms, bent and kissed her upturned mouth. The kiss grew into one of our more passionate ones yet. We had made love three times in a fairly short period of time, and I should have been sated. As we kissed, her with that damn tongue suck that never failed to arouse me, I felt the stirring in my loins. How could this be? My name isn't Kal-el of Krypton! Carol felt it stirring, and pushed into it. We broke the kiss, my arms still around her waist. She smiled sweetly and whispered.

"Do you really like my skirt? I picked it just for you, for your 'Vision in White'."

"I love it, but I really love what's in it."

Her head leaned on my chest, her fingers playing with my buttons. In a small, seductively playful voice: "I'm not wearing any panties... just for this place... I've leaked out most of his stuff... I'd like some more, please..."

My prick roared to new life! More fantasies fulfilled! She turned her face up to me, eyes shining. I kissed her hungrily. My hands dropped to her butt. I felt that hot skin of her cheeks through the thin material of her skirt. My hands worked, and pulled it up over those wonderful globes. I grasped bare woman flesh and squeezed rhythmically. Our mouths were glued together. The passion was rising exponentially. Her hips squirmed into my new erection. Her nipples burned me through her blouse.

Still locked at the lips, her hands dropped to my pants. She deftly opened my fly, and gently extracted my boner. Her hands on it were gentle, hot. She broke momentarily from the kiss.

"I want you in me NOW. I want your stuff in me NOW." Not 'him', not 'his' -- She wanted ME.

I grasped her cheeks and lifted her. One arm around my neck, helping me, her other hand held and guided me to her entrance. I entered her in one smooth motion. She got both arms around my neck. She was fully impaled, her hips pumping and she loved it. My hips started to move in the ageless motion of love. She moaned and groaned. It took an amazingly short time and I was thrusting hard. She bucked back. Her vaginal muscles milked me. I felt our climax approaching.

"Oh Baby, I' m Co-o-mmmm-i-i-ng!"

"O-O-O-O-O-OOOO David! Fill me up! Come in me! Daaavvviiiid!

We came together, yet one more time. As I felt her spasms rock through her, I squirted and squirted inside her. I was sure she felt each squirt, because on each one, her eyes fluttered, and her gasps exploded. Her pussy muscles milked out every drop.

"Oh, David, that was so good. You fill me up with you, then you fill me with your stuff. I'm so happy I could just die!"

"I'm kinda happy myself... Ya know?"

She sighed contentedly. We stayed coupled until my penis, flaccid now, succumbed to gravity and fell from the grasp of that wonderful pussy with a slurping sound. She pushed me away from her, dropped to her knees, and cleaned me off with her mouth. She did a wonderfully thorough job, tucked me back, and zipped me up. She licked her lips and stood. She backed against our leaning tree, grasping the hem of her skirt.

"Wanna see what ya did, Lover? I'm so proud and full!"

She looked intoxicating in the brilliant moonlight. She leaned back against the tree her skirt raised above her hips, eyes on mine, and spread her legs as completely as she could. I was awestruck! I moved forward, knelt between her legs, and kissed her full on her well-fucked pussy. I licked through her furrow, and got a taste of us both. I didn't mind my own taste, but hers was to die for. My tongue came right hard on her clit. She spasmed, gasped, and pushed my head away. Her skirt fell to cover Heaven.

"Too much right now. Later, maybe"

"That's Ok. I got the taste I needed."

I rose to my feet, took her in my arms again, and gave her a lingering, tender kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other and strolled lazily back to the house. It took almost an hour at our leisurely pace. It was nigh on midnight, under a brilliant moon. We were very tired.

"Bedtime? You can put your shoes under my bed again..."

"Why thank you Fair Lady! An offer like that cannot be refused."

We stopped long enough to get a drink and do our toilets. I grabbed the big bath towel and took it upstairs with me. We entered her room. She had changed the sheets and remade the bed when she got dressed, apparently. The wet sheet was in a heap on the floor. She had me help her fold it neatly. I wondered why. She gave me a mysterious smile.

"I have my reasons. What's the towel for?"

"Despite how well the plastic works, the towel is for you to lay upon, My Love. If you get wet again, as you most assuredly will, it will absorb far better than a sheet. It'll make it more comfortable for you and me to sleep."

We turned the bed down together, this very domestic act making us suddenly shy. After what we'd been doing since late afternoon, this struck us as funny, and we collapsed onto the bed giggling. We kicked off our shoes, and stood again together. We undressed each other slowly, turned out the light, and crawled into bed.

We cuddled. Her hot flesh against mine, her furry bush rubbing against me, soon had me hard again. I was astounded at how often and quickly I was able to get it up for her. My reading had NOT prepared me for this. Her own insatiability and wantonness were certainly factors in keeping me going.

"Love me, David!"

I entered her. She was still wonderfully tight. We made love, long and slow. The debris of our last two rounds made wet slurping sounds as the pace accelerated. We came together again. She screamed my name as I filled her once again. We rolled to our sides, still joined,

"Carol Anne, today was the best birthday I EVER had! Your gift to me of yourself is the most wonderful and precious birthday gift one person could ever give or receive. It sounds trite to just say two simple words, but they mean so much: Thank you! I love you more than life itself!'"

"David, My One True Love, today was MORE than just a special birthday present. I gave myself to you completely and totally without reservation. You gave me the same in return. If we make a baby from this, which I'm sure we won't, because I know my cycle, but if we do, it will be our gift to each other. We didn't stand in front of a priest, buy today we were, to all intents and purposes married. I will know no other man, and I will be yours forever. You accepted my ring. Riekie is to be our witness to our consummation. I love you David. "

She said these words so softly and tenderly, but with such conviction I knew it was so.

"Carol Anne Scott, Light of My Life, I thought there was more meaning to what we did today than a special birthday gift. We're too attuned to each other to truly keep such a secret from the other. I began to sense it last night. I don't have a ring yet, but I will get you a matching one to mine. When I find it, I will give it to you at Christmas or your birthday, whichever comes first. I will know no other woman, and I will be yours forever. We are married. Riekie's gonna watch us?"

"No, she only has to see the evidence."

"Ok. Then I say Riekie is our witness to our consummation. I love you Carol Anne."

I put as much tenderness and conviction into my words as she did.

We had made our personal vows to each other. I had accepted her ring and promised one to her. We shared a tender, loving kiss, and fell fast asleep in each others arms, still joined, in our bridal bed.



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Chapter 16


I woke in the middle of the night, no idea of the time. It was still dark. The moon was close to setting. I could see a form under the cover, near my crotch. A warm wetness engulfed my stiffening penis. I could see the covers rising and falling. The wet, warm suction on my penis increased, and drew me to full erection. Apparently satisfied, the wetness left my member. The form started to move under the covers and moved up toward me. A happy, face appeared from under the blanket. It was my One True Love.

"I woke up and just had to check on My Sweet Prince. I was concerned for him. Miss Pussy is hungry. She asked me to wake him up."

"Oh?" I reached my hand between us, and felt her pussy. I inserted my fingers. She was sopping, and my touch caused her to buck and lurch. "Yes, I see. It feels like Miss Pussy is starving! She's absolutely salivating!"

She pulled me onto her, guiding me into her depths. I entered her tight, wet little snatch slowly, savoring the sensation. A couple hours sleep had invigorated us. I bottomed out, feeling the tip entering her cervix. She wrapped her legs around me and her hands grasped my butt.

She said. "Riekie and Bob are home, I think. A car driving in woke me up. They're sleeping in Opa's half. Riekie won't disturb us. Now, you and My Sweet Prince, do those wonderful things you do to Miss Pussy and me. Fuck me and feed her!"

Who was I to complain? My team mate heartily agreed, as it throbbed in that glorious sheath. I started to move. Soon we were rutting like crazy. She got extremely loud, squealing in delight, calling out "Fuck me!" at the top of her lungs, hollering for Sweet Prince to stuff Miss Pussy full. It was like she was advertising her joy and heat to the world.

All this noise and free abandon stimulated me to even greater efforts. I pounded her to a mind-shattering explosion. As her body shook and convulsed and I squirted another gallon or two, she screamed my name at the top of her lungs. I'm sure they heard her all the way across the lake, and maybe even in town. We wound down into a tender embrace, sharing a loving kiss. Once more we fell asleep in each others arms, Miss Pussy still happily nibbling on Sweet Prince and his wet offering. What a team!

We woke together, still holding each other tight. Miss Pussy was still nibbling on Sweet Prince, who was VERY erect. My usual morning hard-on, but it woke up finding itself in the most delightful place. It was so happy, it didn't want to leave. She moved her hips delightedly. Her smile would illuminate a stadium.

"Do you wake up like that every morning?"

"Usually, but until now, it has never woken up to such a delightful companion or in such an amazing place!"

"Do you suppose you and your partner in crime here" she milked with those wonderful internal muscles "could feed Miss Pussy her breakfast now? She's starving again."

"We thought you'd never ask!"

With her, this anthropomorphizing was extremely erotic, making it easy to get into the game with her. I started to roll her on her back as usual. She resisted, and had me roll so she was on top.

"I want to try it this way, and I think you'll be able to see what happens a lot better."

Had she been reading those books, too? She sat up. I felt my prick bury even deeper into her. She told me to lay still, she was going to do this. The view was gut-wrenching. To see a 16 year old nymphet in her full sexual heat riding your cock in the early morning sunshine is a sight beyond compare! At least to another 16-year old! She leaned down, gave me a cock-bursting kiss, and started to ride!

She got her hips moving back and forth, up and down and all over me. As she rode, she had her hands at her breasts, working her own nipples. When I tried to get my hands involved, they were gently pushed away. "Watch!" I was told. At the rate she was going, and the sight of my cock being plunged repeatedly into her gushing sex was too much for my young mind. I started seeing stars.

Her fluids were flowing freely again, my entire groin was soaked. As she rode, she got more and more vocal. She called me a "Sweet Husband, Oh Sweet Husband!" at the top of her lungs and shouted that I should "Fuck Me-e-e Fuck M-e-ee, OH DAVID FUCK M-e-e-e-e!" This last seemed to be her favourite as she rode and bucked us both to another mutual, mind-shattering orgasm. As I filled her full of my sperm one more time (only a couple cups this time, I think), she squirted all over my balls and crotch. I was soaked in girl cum. She screamed my name so loud I swear I heard glass shattering on the far side of the house.

Ever since I encouraged her to be noisy with our first sexual experiment over the phone, Carol had noisy orgasms, but these last two sessions were extra loud in their announcement of orgasm and joy. I wondered if it didn't have something to do with Bob and Riekie being home. Riekie might not disturb us, but I wondered what we were doing to her.

As she settled down and ground my softening cock into her, she collapsed onto my chest, sighed happily, and went to sleep with a satisfied smile. Miss Pussy nibbled contentedly at her sleeping Sweet Prince. I had to pee a bit, but there was no way I was breaking this up! It was just too-oo good. I nodded off again.

I woke some time later to the sound of the phone ringing downstairs. I was about to get up and get it, when someone else picked up. Shortly I heard sounds of someone moving around.

Somewhere in our last sleep period Carol had managed to roll off me. She was laying spread eagled, flat on her back in total abandon. She was still sound asleep. I was captivated by her beauty. She looked so hot! Her pussy hair was all matted, still a little damp from our last furious fuck. There was a small trickle of white cream oozing from her lips, which were still slightly parted. I felt my penis stir and stiffen.

I rose up on my side, gazing raptly, drinking it all in. I was so happy and deeply in love! A pair of the most amazing blue eyes fluttered open. A smile of recognition played across those luscious lips.

" Hi-i-i, Handsome Husband!" She whispered.

"Hi, Beautiful Wife! Your smile just made a nice day a glorious day"

"You say the sweetest things! You'll have me believing you yet."

"Carol Anne Scott! Either you're fishing for another compliment, or you really do think you're plain."

"I certainly don't think I'm as attractive as you keep telling me, but it always makes me feel so good. I get wet, just listening to you."

"I'm beginning to think everything makes you wet... Well, you just might come now, then, because I'm going to tell you the truth. Simply put, you are the most beautiful creature in the Universe. Of course, my opinion may be slightly biased. The most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen captured my soul. Your lips are kissably gorgeous. Your skin is so soft, warm and perfect, little babies are envious. Your breasts! OH! So much beauty and perfection, I find it difficult to describe." Damn! Her hips were starting to pump, as her eyes watched me with longing. "Your legs! I've seen shapely gams in my time. I fancy myself a leg man, so here I have others with which to compare yours. You have the most exquisite legs I have ever seen, or will ever see, I think. They alone can set me to full hardness. Your pussy is, to me, perfection itself. Even messy after making love, it is simply gorgeous! And it tastes real good, too!"

Her hips were churning pretty well now. Her hand reached down to my cock.

"I only get wet around you, or when I think of you. Seeing as that's most of the time now, I'm wet most of the time. You're good! You almost have me coming just from talking. How can you do that to me? At least My Sweet Prince is awake again! Miss Pussy is hungry! Come to me, David! Make me yours one more time!"

She pulled me by the penis over to her. I mounted her and entered. Her tunnel was slick, but still deliciously tight. It was so natural for us now. Her legs wrapped around me. Her arms pulled on my butt, pulling me deeper into her. I started slow and deep. Her passion quickly built, sending me off quicker toward the pinnacle. As the pace of our strokes and counterstrokes quickened, her cries of joy and ecstasy got louder and wilder, reverberating off the walls.

She was getting wilder beneath me trying to get me deeper. Her hips were bucking and writhing. My hips were pounding her, mashing her clit on each down stroke. She grunted. She moaned. She yelled her delight and demands. She was such an active participant, she has got to be the best fuck a man ever had. We built toward another mutual orgasm. We were so finely tuned to each other, our hips and thrusts moved in perfect sync. Her pussy muscles milked my penis, driving me even wilder with those amazing sensations. We hit the peak, and fell over. My penis squirted and squirted. It felt like another cup full. In all my best jerk off sessions, I never came as much or hard as I did any one time loving her. Her orgasm hit with mine. As I filled her, I felt her squirting on my balls. The towel had done its job, but it was getting overworked. She came hard with me and screamed.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddd!!!"

I swear I heard more glass break.

We wound ourselves down, slowly fucking ourselves to rest. Carol had the most delicious red flush from her hairline, descending to her tummy. It actually seemed to radiate upward from her pussy. I bent for a gentle post-coital kiss. As we embraced, we rolled to our side, and my penis slipped out of her with a soft sucking sound.

Shortly, there was a soft nock at the door, and Riekie's voice, softly inquiring.

"May I come in? "

I looked at Carol, eyebrows raised. She nodded. I nodded back. I slid under the covers, but Carol stayed fully exposed. I think she even arranged herself more wantonly, her gaping, leaking, well-fucked pussy aimed directly at the door. She gave me a 'watch this!' grin, then "Ok! Come on in!"

Riekie opened the door. She didn't blush when she saw Carol in her wanton pose, she flushed and her body actually shook. She had all the visible signs of an orgasm. She carried two new white terry cloth robes over her arm. She moved to the foot of the bed and laid them there, where she got an up-close and personal look at Carol's gaping, sopping, oozing hole. Sperm was leaking obscenely. Riekie's gaze was transfixed. Carol raised up on her elbows and spoke softly to her sister.

"Isn't it the most amazing thing you ever saw, Riekie? David says that's what a well-fucked pussy is SUPPOSED to look like. If it looks as amazing as it feels, then it must be fantastic."

Of course, she thought Riekie only saw her pussy, but the towel under her also held the evidence of the three previous sessions. Riekie struggled to regain her composure. She licked her lips, looked at me, and said.

"You made all that mess? All by yourself? I have nothing to compare by, but if you did all that, then you are some kinda man.! How many times?"

"Thank you, Riekie. I'm rather pleased with the mess myself, but I had some help..."

Carol butted in

"Eight wonderful times! Four since we went to bed last night."

Riekie literally shook herself. "Jeez! Well we don't have time to sit here and talk all day, and I feel strange like this. I am now your Witness. If asked I will say you have Consummated your Marriage Bed. I brought you your robes, so you can have a bath."

Carol fumbled beside the bed. She held out that ruined sheet to Riekie. "Can you look after this for us?" Riekie took it and nodded.

Beginning with Carol's declaration and vow to me last night, and Riekie's little witness speech just now, I was beginning to suspect more people were involved than just the three of us. Their speeches sounded coached. Don't get me wrong, I fully agreed and participated myself. A little foreknowledge would have been nice, but as this was also part of Carol's birthday surprise to me, I understood why I wasn't initially consulted. Besides, I think the women really do run the world.

She went to leave and then turned at the door. "Don't forget your 365 tests are today. I'll run the bath water for you. You guys get your butts downstairs pronto. If you're gonna fool around in the tub, make it quick. I'm making breakfast. Oh! Mom called. Her train isn't in until tomorrow, instead of today. You guys get one more night together." She lowered her voice. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must change my panties -- again."

As we heard her steps heading downstairs, Carol and I burst out in delighted laughter. We did as we were told, though. We got up; slipped on the new robes she delivered. They felt great. In our new matching robes, we headed downstairs. Bob was sitting at the table, drinking a coffee. He was reading a magazine, and seemed totally unconcerned. He looked up. "Hi guys! Have a good night?"

We giggled together, and as one, "Oh yeah!"

Carol blushed a bit. After her wanton behavior with Riekie, it seemed odd, but then one was her sister and the other her brother. Riekie came out of the bathroom. "The tub is ready. Don't be long."

The tub was indeed ready. It was filled with just the perfect amount and temperature of water. She had added some not-too-feminine sweet smelling oil. There were two new big fluffy towels laid out, and a new bath mat on the floor. Two brand new tooth brushes were laid out side by side on the sink. Riekie had been busy trying to make our bath as pleasant as possible. Carol and I wasted no time getting in. We were both starting to feel grungy, and maybe just a little smelly. We were so saturated in our own scents we didn't notice, but I imagine others did.

We had our bath. We fooled around a bit; we made love in the tub again. Carol screamed bloody murder when we came, and more glass broke somewhere. We toweled each other off with the new fluffy towels. It was so much one of my fantasies about the bath and the big towel, I did take a little extra time drying her and giving her a little extra pleasure. We brushed our teeth with the new brushes laid out for us. Somebody was really taking care of us. But we really weren't long. We were hungry, famished even, after our long evening and night of love making, and Riekie said she had breakfast ready.

Dressed again in our robes, smelling fresh and clean, we held hands and joined the others at the kitchen table. Riekie served up a magnificent breakfast. Before we ate, Bob surprised us. He said Grace. The last line of his prayer still sweetly haunts me: "Thank you Lord for the joining of our two friends. Let no man put them asunder. Amen."



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Chapter 17


During breakfast, Riekie quizzed us in preparation for our 365 test later that day. We did very well and she pronounced us ready for it. We relaxed over a cup of coffee. Riekie suddenly got a tear in her eye.

"You guys! What I saw this morning shook me up quite a bit. Once I got over my initial shock, I was humbled by your openness and willingness to prove to me that you had actually consummated your love. You have no idea how happy I am for you! I wish we could tell the whole world about your marriage, but I think if our father found out, he'd kill you, David, and send you, Carol, off to a convent! I see you so happy together, and I think how lucky you are to be so in love. I am honoured and privileged to be your witness. I hope someday that I can be so lucky."

Carol blushed, and together we said. "Thank you, Riekie."

Bob spoke up. "Yeah, I'm happy for you too. I only have one small complaint. Can you keep the noise down? You even woke up a sound sleeper like me, and I was sleeping in Opa's room with the door closed!"

We all had a good laugh. Everyone knew Bob's ability to sleep through the loudest noise.

Riekie added her own complaint. "While we're on the subject... I don't want to embarrass anybody, but Carol, can you PLEASE tone down the screams? I dropped three glasses this morning when you let go! At that rate, there isn't gonna be a drinking glass left in the house!"

Carol squirmed in her chair and blushed prettily. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be a little quieter. David taught me on the phone thing to not be afraid to let it all out. I guess I get a little carried away sometimes. But I'm telling you both now, that what David does to me is so amazingly wonderful, I just have to yell. It feels so good!"

It was my turn to colour a bit. "Riekie, I understand that you and Carol set the stage for us to play, but I have a couple questions. This whole thing seems so elaborate, there has to be more to it, and I get the feeling there's more people involved than just the four of us. What's going on here? Don't get me wrong -- Carol and I committed to each other, and I understand keeping me in the dark because of the birthday surprise part, but this whole 'marriage' thing while I'm happy with it and don't regret it in the least, baffles me."

Riekie looked at Carol before answering. Carol nodded permission for her to tell. "The day after I got my license, that would be the Saturday of the long weekend, the afternoon before the dance, Carol told me that she intended to give herself to you for your birthday, but needed my help to make it happen. She said after the way you were with her the day before, she just HAD to do that for you. I understood just how important a step that is. I asked her if she was sure she knew how huge a step she was taking, and the risks involved. I love my sister, but she is my friend, too. Friends don't let each other act on big decisions like that, without at least making sure they understand all the possibilities. She said she did.

"We didn't know it, but Oma overheard us talking. We were sitting on the step out front. We didn't think anyone was near us. The aunts and Mom had the little boys down at the beach. Dad was running errands in town for Mom, getting stuff for the barbecue on Monday. You and Bob were off doing your own things. Oma and Opa were having a nap so they could be fresh for the dance. We thought we had total privacy. But Oma got up a little early. She was just going to open the door to sit on the step until Opa got up, when she heard us talking. We were talking so quietly, she knew it was something important and private, so she didn't come barging right out. Carol got a little excited and raised her voice a bit after I asked her if she knew the seriousness of what she planned. She said 'I said I am going to give myself to David for his birthday! I just KNOW it's right. I know it's a big step. I know it's risky! Will you please help me Riekie?' loud enough for Oma to hear every word. You better tell your part, Carol..."

Carol started: "Oma made a noise so we heard her coming. When she joined us, she was quiet for a minute. Then she asked me directly why I wanted to do that for you. We both freaked out that she overheard us, and I was so embarrassed! I started crying, afraid about being caught saying I planned to do this thing, and thought she'd tell Dad. You can imagine what his reaction to would have been!

"Oma put her arms around me and hugged me saying she wasn't mad at me at all. She just wanted to know why I would do something like that. I told her how much I loved you, and that was the perfect gift to show that love. She said I was right about that, but that gift was usually kept for a wedding night. Then she asked if we planned to really get married. I told her we hadn't used that word, but that we planned to be together forever, and have babies together. She asked when we talked about that and I told her about what you said at the party before we came to the cottage. She was so interested and loving, I told her about the day before, when we made out on the couch and how you were so gallant. I told her how you could have easily seduced me but didn't because you wanted it to be right, and that only I knew when it would be right.

"She already liked you a lot, but from what I told her, she was really impressed with you! She said 'Ah, so!' You know how she does, when she's come to some conclusion. 'Such a one deserves such a gift.' Then she asked me again about babies, and I told her we didn't plan to make any right away, but that you promised me someday we would. She did that 'Ah!So!' thing again. She asked me again if I was sure. I said I was. Then she asked me how I thought Riekie could help me pull it off. I said I wasn't sure, but I needed to be able to get some privacy for us, to do this, and that I thought Riekie could help me figure something out, and maybe even help me arrange it. She asked Riekie if she would help me. Riekie said she would. She asked her why. Riekie said she was my friend. Friends help friends.

"Then she said the most amazing thing! 'You will need more help than Riekie to do this! If you really want to do this, I will help, too. Ah! To love someone that much!' I 'bout fell over dead! She asked when your birthday was and I told her. She said two weeks should be enough time to plan and set up something. Then she said to leave it with her and Riekie. They would work on it and let me know. Riekie you better tell the rest."

Riekie picked up the tale. I was astounded so far. More revelations followed.

"We couldn't do much over the holiday weekend. There were just too many things going on. One thing we all knew: Dad was NOT to know or even suspect, so we waited until he was gone. The next day, Oma called me to her. She said she'd thought of different things, but the only way to help was to get Opa and the aunts in on it too and maybe Mom if possible.

"We didn't want to tell Mom because she might say something to Dad. I thought I knew how to get Mom out of the way. She could help without really 'knowing'. I knew Dad had mentioned the zoo trip to her before. I just went to work on her, and convinced her to go. That was harder than I thought it would be, because she had her heart set on having a birthday party for you. She wanted to do something special for the 'young man who gave us all a lesson in friendship.' I must say, Dave, you have made some real strong impressions on the members of this family — the Dutch side, at least!

"Why thank you! Please continue."

"I told Mom that with her gone, you wouldn't expect a party, and so then we could have a real Surprise one. She liked that idea and it helped convince her to go with Dad. I didn't even have to ask her to leave the wagon for us. She knew we'd need it today for your tests. Once I got Mom convinced to go on that zoo trip, it was up to Oma. She had to find some way to get them and the aunts away. She tried telling them she and Opa had doctor appointments for the Monday after your birthday, and would have to leave Sunday to be home for them. She didn't fool them or Opa. They all figured she was trying to get them to leave for some reason, which, of course, she was. She decided she needed to tell them the truth, but was afraid they'd freak out. She wasn't too worried about Opa. She thought he'd see things her way, but the girls were a different story.

"Oma asked to speak to Carol again. She asked her if it was OK to tell the aunts and Opa. It was the only way to get them away. Carol thought that would ruin everything, but with it ruined anyway without telling them, she said OK. She was still very embarrassed about the whole thing, especially with the number of people getting involved. Oma told the girls and Opa. I was there. I still can't believe what happened! Opa actually jumped up and danced a little jig! He was delighted! Tante Pie and Tante Jo were quiet for a few minutes then they amazed me! They looked at each other and they laughed! They were a little angry that Oma had tried to keep it from them at first, but said they would help now they knew why Oma really wanted everyone out of the house for your birthday. They said they had some things to talk over privately with Oma and Opa then they would to talk to Carol. Your turn again, Carol."

"When Oma asked me if she could tell the aunts, I was scared. I was sure those two would freak and rat us all out. I was really beginning to wonder what was happening. I was more than just a little paranoid, and still embarrassed that something so private and personal between us was becoming a major production. But I was already committed. If we didn't tell the aunts and Opa, things were ruined anyway. If we did, they might be ruined. At that point it didn't matter anymore, so I said OK. Then Riekie told me their reactions, but they had some things to talk about and then they wanted to talk to me. I was dumbfounded! I was able to hope again that I would be yours for your birthday.

"The next day, they called me in to them. They were all there. They asked me a bunch of questions then they said someone was going to talk to you."

"What sort of questions?" I asked.

"'Why do you want to do this?' I told them all again I was doing it for love. 'Does he love you?' He swears he does, has proven it to me. I told them the same things I told Oma. 'Do you understand the significance of what you are planning?' Yes. 'Do you understand this is usually a wedding gift, not a birthday present?' Yes. 'Do you two plan to have children some day?' Yes, but not soon. It was a tough interview. They were very serious. I just knew, whether they would help or not depended on how I answered their questions. They said they would talk to me again, and that was it. Did anyone say anything to you?"

"Yeah! Opa called me over one day, and asked me what my feelings were for you. I knew I could tell him the truth, so I did. He asked me if you felt the same way. I ended up telling him about what happened when we met, and that day on the back lawn. He asked me about babies. I told him. He asked if I was planning to 'get into your panties'. I told him I thought that was a very personal question, but as I had nothing to hide, I'd tell him. I told him that like any young man my age, my hormones try to get the best of me, but my love and respect for you were so strong, I was able to resist them. Yes, I 'planned to get into your panties', but only at a time of your choosing, and that only you knew or would know when that time was right. I told him I had no plans to seduce you. I thought all those questions were a little odd at the time. He never told me why he was asking, except to say he was 'curious', but now I understand. We were being interviewed the way any couple planning to get married would be, and they were double checking to make sure their own involvement was for the right reasons. How noble! What happened after your interview?"

"Opa must've talked to you right after they talked to me, because it wasn't long before they called me back to them. They were all very happy then, especially Opa. He couldn't keep from smiling. Tante Pie reminded me of the wedding gift thing. She said it was OK to want to do this for your birthday, but would I consider an ancient form of marriage? She said she asked because it was obvious from talking to us we planned to get married anyway. We might as well say our vows to each other then. Getting legally married later would be a formality, really. They would know we were 'wed' as she put it, and if we did make a baby our first time, it would be a blessed baby because we were 'sworn'.

"Tante Jo said there was a slight risk you might not 'get into the spirit' and take the vow with me, but what they saw so far of you, they thought that risk was low. Opa even calculated the odds (he was a mathematician) and he said they were 'statistically insignificant', whatever that means. I told them whatever it takes to make it happen. So I agreed to their idea. They told me the right words to use, and basically when to say them, which boiled down to when things were the most 'romantic' instead of 'hot', between us. They didn't know I bought that ring for you, but when they saw me give it to you, Tante Pie whispered to me to add something about it in my vow. She thought it would make it even more binding.

"They told me that for this ancient rite we needed at least one witness from the bride's family to verify that we had really done it. In olden times, the witness actually stayed and watched. I didn't like that idea, so they said the witness really only needed to see the evidence. They also needed proof of the lost virginity. They wanted the sheet. That's why I folded it up and gave it to Riekie. 'Sides, we didn't want Mom to find that sheet in the dirty laundry, eh? They coached Riekie on how to be a witness.

"They don't really have doctors' appointments, but they told you that because of the birthday surprise part of it. Bob wasn't told because he might let something slip to you, partly because you're so close, and partly because they were afraid the idea might so excite a young man he wouldn't be able to keep quiet. I felt myself that because he was your friend he might let something slip to you, giving away the surprise. And that was all. I didn't think Bob would cave in to his hormones. I felt he was stronger than that. Riekie was supposed to explain the whole thing to Bob last night at the movie. Did she?"

Bob had listened to the whole story, and now got his chance to tell his limited part. "Yeah, after I got bored with the second feature and wanted to come home. Riekie laid it all out for me. I was pretty stunned at first, let me tell you, but after our talk that day, I realized that for you two, feeling the way you do about each other, it was only a matter of time before you tied the knot in some fashion or other."

Carol and Riekie looked at each other, a sudden realization dawning on them. They spoke in unison "Oh No! We forgot! The knot!"

"Is it too late?"

"I don't think so."

"Where's the string?

"I'll get it!" Riekie ran upstairs. She was back quickly with a length of fancy string. "As the witness, after I saw 'the evidence'. I was supposed to have you guys hold hands, bind them together with this string, and ask you a couple simple questions. Can we do it now?"

Carol and I shouted together. "YES!"

"Hold hands!" We did. Riekie wrapped the string around our hands, binding them loosely together and she helped us tie a strong knot with our free hands. "Carol and Dave, have you shared a bed and made love in that bed? Have you made vows to each other swearing undying love and fidelity? Carol? Have you exchanged rings?"

Giggling " Yes and several other places... Yes. Yes." A bit of a stretch on the last. She gave me a ring. I would rectify that at the earliest possible convenience. I had promised her no less.

Riekie rolled her eyes toward the ceiling at the 'other places' remark. "Dave?"

"Yes we have. Yes we did. Yes we did"

"Are you now wed, Carol?"

Dreamily "Oh, yes, I am wed."

"Are you now wed, Dave?"

"I am wed."

Riekie got very solemn "As the Official Witness, I have verified that this union was consummated. They have taken solemn oaths to each other. Through this symbolic knot, they are now bound together, and I declare them wed."

Bob spoke up, enlarging his line from the breakfast Grace. "I, too, am Witness to this solemn rite. What we have symbolically bound together with this cord, let no man put asunder. Hey, aren't you supposed to kiss the bride or something?" I didn't know Bob could be so eloquent. He wasn't party to the plan, so wasn't coached.

Carol dissolved into my arms. It was a little difficult with our hands tied together, but we managed. We enjoyed a most warm and tender kiss that left us gasping and me with a hard-on threatening to poke through the front of my robe.

Riekie pulled the string off our hands, leaving the knot tied. She gave it to Carol. "Save this string as your remembrance of this day. Some of the words we spoke may sound corny. Tante Pie told us what to say. I couldn't remember every word she suggested, so I improvised a bit. Tante Pie didn't originally know about the ring Carol gave you, Dave, so I added that. I don't think it takes away from the importance and significance of the rite. I think adding the personal touch made it sweeter." She was absolutely correct.

"Now, you two better get upstairs and get dressed. We have to get into town for your tests. I laid your clothes out on your bed for you already while you were in the bath. Dave, if that tent in your robe is what I think it is, control it, we don't have time for you two to deal with it in your usual fashion." Riekie was giggling, but she was looking at my obvious erection hungrily. Her face was very flushed. I blushed at her remark drawing even more attention to it.

Carol, once more brazen, took hold of my member through the terry. She then led me by the penis upstairs, saying. "Come, Husband. Let's get dressed, and you stop teasing the ladies. This is mine now." I heard laughter behind us.

We went up to what for now was 'our' room. The bed was made up fresh with new sheets. The window was open, with a lovely breeze freshening the air. A subtle spicy aroma hung in the air from a scented candle burning on the dresser. The heavy musk of our marathon of sex was almost gone just enough lingering to indicate this was more than just a place to sleep, but a place of consummated love.

Riekie had been very busy. Laid out for me was a brand new shirt and dress slacks. They were the latest fashion, and looked to be very expensive. I wondered how they knew my sizes. For Carol, there was a new, sexy tank top that was meant to be worn braless, and a short, denim skirt. Both were the latest summer fashion, and again, obviously expensive. There was no underwear laid out for either of us. We wouldn't wear it anyway, today. We dressed quickly. The new outfits fit us perfectly.

I couldn't take my eyes off Carol as she dressed. Her movements seemed designed to entice. They did. I lost sight of her as I bent over to get my shoes. While I was doing them up, Carol said from behind me. "How do I look now?"

I turned toward her voice. She lay on the bed, legs drawn up, her knees apart in one of her brazen poses. She was flashing me with that delicious pussy.

"Edible, simply deliciously edible. Too bad we have to rush."

Still, I took enough time to kneel on the bed between her legs, and push her skirt up. I planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her nether lips, and ran my tongue the full length of her, giving a rather erect clit a flick. She yelped in pleasure. I backed out of her and stood up. She tasted wonderful, and there was a hint of me. As I looked back, her now fully open lips oozed out a little stream of white. She was still leaking from our tub fuck before breakfast! Her hips were pumping gently.

"David, my husband, don't you dare leave me like this!"

"Too late, Hon. Riekie says we don't have time."

"Then why'd you do that?"

"Because your pose invited me and if I must walk around like this." I grinned, indicating the tent in my pants. "Then you should suffer similarly."

I held out my hand. "Come, Wife. There are going to be many times when we will have to put our physical need for each other aside in order to function in the everyday world. We have important things to do today. Our tests today are the first steps to our independence from family. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives -- together. We have lots of time later to look after our lust. For now, let's greet the world together for the first time together as Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd, even if it is a secret that only a handful share."

"Oh, David! I love you so much. You always have a way of making me feel so good about myself. I'm still horny, but it's a nice, sort of background feeling now, along with the deep satisfaction of what we've already done. It's there, but not nagging. I know I'll be more satisfied later than quick relief now. I feel WONDERFUL!"

"You look like you feel. My heart is bursting with my love for you." My own erection had subsided some as I felt a similar reaction. I actually felt good -- a sense of deep satisfaction, but with the knowledge it would get better later.

"Thank you, Kind Sir. You look pretty fine yourself." She giggled and tickled me a little. "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary!"

I couldn't resist. "More like the bird who ate the pussy, don't you think?" We broke up laughing.

She took my hand. I pulled her to her feet. Her nipples were slightly erect and tenting her tank top wonderfully, advertising her full womanhood. She looked radiant and sexy, every inch the well-fucked young female.

Carol positively GLOWED with fulfillment. I kissed her quickly. She blew out the scented candle, and we headed downstairs, still chuckling over our little play on words. She went ahead. The short denim skirt showed off those marvelous legs to perfection. Her pantieless bottom made the skirt twitch delightfully. I was suitably entranced.

Bob and Riekie were waiting for us. They looked a little surprised to see us so soon.

Riekie said. "You were taking so long, I half expected to hear one of those screams." Then she took a long, hard look at us, especially Carol. "You guys! If you could only see yourselves the way I do. Your joy and love just SHINES! I'm jealous as hell. I don't think those Romance novels are so far-fetched anymore. You look like newlyweds are supposed to. Carol, I'm told there is only one other time when a woman glows like you do now." Carol looked a question at her.

I took up from Riekie. "Fat chance. You told us to hurry. We did as best we could, but we had to talk a little, too. Thank you for your kind words. Let's get going. We're wasting the best day of our lives. We can talk more in the car." I was eager to show off My Girl (My Wife!) to the world.



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Chapter 18


We piled in the wagon, all laughing and joking. As Carol got in ahead of me, her skirt rose up those beautiful thighs, showing her legs in their full splendor. As she swiveled into her seat, I got a quick glance at her furry little pussy. My cock lurched at the sight. Behind me, I heard a gasp from Bob. He'd seen what I saw.

He whispered in my ear. "That's my sister! I didn't realize 'til now just what a hot piece she is. You are one lucky man."

Carol and I got comfy, and cuddled up together. Her skirt had risen a bit and was showing lots of delicious leg. I saw Bob stealing looks and grinned in pleasure. I knew she was gorgeous, now her brother knew. If he saw her that way, then imagine the looks from other men, and envy of me! Riekie threw a bag of dirty laundry in the back. She was going to the Laundramat while we took our tests. The spirit of our love and friendship overflowing us with joy, we headed out on our first day.

As we drove into town, I asked Riekie about the clothing and the treatment we were receiving.

"As their wedding gift to you, the aunts bought the robes, towels and toiletries, the new bedding, and the scented candles; all of the bedding you guys have used is new. Our grandparents bought Carol her new outfits as a sort of 'trousseau'. Your new outfit was actually Mom's birthday present to you. I just held it back for today. I think if she knew, she'd want it that way. My gift to the two of you is to treat you like a Prince and Princess until Mom gets home tomorrow. Today, your wish is my command. If I do it right, I will anticipate most of your needs and you won't have to ask."

"What's with the dirty laundry? Your mom does the wash in the machine at the cottage."

"I thought you'd guess. It's your used bed clothes. We wouldn't want them to be in Mom's wash, now, would we? I'll wash them up, and put them away until you guys can use them again in your own home." DUH! Men can be SO dumb sometimes. Women are far more romantic and yes, more sensible sometimes, too, especially when it comes to this domestic stuff.

Carol asked. "What did you mean there's only one other time a woman glows like you said I do?"

Riekie laughed. "When you're pregnant!"

Bob laughed out loud. I choked. Carol blushed. "Well I'm not! At least not yet, anyway, I hope! One of the reasons I was so eager to do this for David's birthday was because I figured out my cycle. I was ecstatic when it showed I would be safe for the whole weekend. It meant I could just let myself go completely, without any fear or guilt about what could happen. Don't get me wrong! David and I will make babies, lots of them I hope, but not just yet."

"And what if you are one of those four percent of women who get pregnant their first time? We women are built to make babies. When we experience the level of joy you have, our bodies sense this, knowing it is actually a good time to make a baby, and can release an egg out of cycle. It's nature's way." Riekie wanted to be a doctor. She was showing she'd already started her preparatory reading.

"Then, a little earlier than we hoped, David and I will have given ourselves a wonderful gift. A child born out of the happiness we have just shared must be a happy and loved one. At least we wouldn't have to love and be wed in secret anymore..." Carol sounded a little wistful on this last.

I couldn't agree more, and said so. "Carol speaks for both of us. Case closed." It wasn't quite closed yet. We watched very closely for her next period. When it came, we were very happy, but at the same time, just a little sad over what might have been. In retrospect, I wish she did get pregnant then. While difficult with her parents, especially her father, things would certainly have taken an entirely different and positive turn for us.

We arrived in town. Riekie dropped Carol and I off at the License Bureau office. I got another nice flash of her teen pussy when I helped her out of the car. We didn't need an appointment. I noticed several men in the License office give her some very appraising looks. Several placed magazines over their laps. They all shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. I was on cloud nine! Carol seemed oblivious to the stir she caused. She clung to my arm, and only had eyes for me. This seemed to cause the males in the room even more discomfort. A few nodded to me in unspoken admiration.

We went to the counter, and asked for our test papers. The lady filled out all the forms, asking questions. When she asked Carol her name for the form she said "Mrs... ?"

Carol laughed and said. "Miss... Carol Anne Scott. The Mrs. isn't official yet."

The lady blushed. "I'm sorry. You two just look so much in love, I thought you were newlyweds. You have that glow."

We laughed with her to ease her embarrassment. We explained we were in love, but weren't legally married... yet. After some more small talk and much filling out of forms, we paid the fees, and went into the examination room. We wrote our tests and passed. We both got one hundred per cent. Despite the distractions of the last two days, all our studying, and Riekie's pop quiz this morning, paid off handsomely. We were overjoyed. One life task, however small, taken together. Our first and it was a success. Between the form filling, the wait for seats in the exam room, and the actual exam, we were over an hour and a half. Riekie and Bob were waiting for us in the parking lot.

They saw the looks on our faces, and knew we passed.

"Congratulations! Who wants to drive?" Carol demurred, saying she wasn't ready to take the wheel yet. I had been driving various farm vehicles since I was big enough to reach the pedals. I regularly drove Dad's old pickup on the back roads around home, so I was elected.

Riekie got in the passenger seat next the door. I helped Carol into the big car from the driver's side. I got another mind-jarring flash of her crotch as she sat and swiveled into her seat. I climbed in. Poor Bob had the back of that huge car all to himself! Carol sat close to me, but left my hands free to drive. Her skirt was hiked enough to show lots and lots of leg. We drove around the small town a bit, sight seeing. We picked up a few odds and ends at the IGA grocery store to top up the groceries.

There was a small restaurant where we had a quick lunch then we headed home. As we drove out of town, I dropped my right hand off the wheel to those luscious thighs. She parted enough to let my hand between those hot gams, then closed them tightly and trapped my hand firmly. I saw Riekie watching us with a happy smile.

We arrived back at the cottage mid-afternoon. We were all a little hot and sweaty after the drive, and decided on a swim. We quickly changed into our swimming suits. Carol and I fooled around a little while we changed, but by unspoken agreement, we decided to control ourselves for later. It would be our last full night together. We wanted to savor every minute we would be able to share a bed. It is said a large part of the enjoyment of anything special is the anticipation.

We spent the rest of the afternoon by the lake. We swam and played King of the Hill. Bob and I did some snorkeling. We relaxed in the sun on the beach. We had just a good time. Riekie broke off early and went to start preparing supper. She had picked up a few things at the IGA grocery store to make tonight's supper a little special, she said. Carol offered to help and was promptly told this was our day to be served, 'So please to sit down and be served'. Riekie did grab Bob to help her, though.

Carol and I were left to our own devices until supper was called. We took this time to talk about what we had done, what we wanted to do, and what we would do if she was pregnant or got pregnant in the near future. We were lying on the beach watching the clouds.

"Carol Anne, it's a little late now, but are you sorry about what's happened since yesterday?"

"No, David, not one little bit. Are you? Why do you ask?"

"You made a huge decision to give yourself to me. I treasure the thought alone, let alone the actual act. The gift you gave me is priceless. You made me so happy, I was afraid you might think I didn't fully appreciate it, and might have some regrets. I love you so much I'm petrified of hurting you. If I did anything to drive you away, I think I'd wither up and die. I don't regret anything we've done. The only regret I have is that our time together in this way is too short. Tomorrow your mom will be back. No more waking up in the middle of the night to make love. No more falling asleep with you in my arms. We'll be back to 'normal'. After this honeymoon weekend, nothing will seem normal again."

"I feel exactly the same way." She turned her face to me. We shared a sweet kiss. "David... ?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"David, I made a pretty speech to Riekie today about what we would do if we have actually made a baby in spite of my cycle being safe. What would we really do?" She sounded a little scared.

"Honey, I can't tell you the exact details, because I can't see the future any better than you. What I do know, is that if we have indeed made a baby, we will raise our child together as a gift of love to both of us from each to the other, just like you said. We will be scared. There will be tough times. Together, we will succeed. Like you said, we could at least then unveil our secret marriage and make it legal as well as traditional. We will have the support of most of our family and friends. I think some of them are quietly hoping that we do get pregnant from this.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I feel there is a Power working in our lives. That Power has a Purpose for us. I have no idea what that Purpose is, but I feel it. It brought us together with a drama that neither of us could then or still does yet, understand completely. And here we are, just ten weeks later, so totally in love, neither of us has the words to describe to the other the full depth of our emotion. We have made love more passionately, completely than I ever dreamed possible. We have secretly wed, with the collusion of your siblings and your mother's family. We are seriously considering what to do if we are pregnant. We openly plan that the only future for us is to be together for ever. With all these sudden and dramatic events, I am forced to think some Power has taken control of our lives."

"Darling, what about school, college, careers? We both have plans. Can we still have those and still be together? Can we do them if we have made a baby already?"

"We can and will do whatever we set our minds to, My Love. Having a baby would complicate things a bit, but certainly not make them impossible. We might have to reschedule, is all. All I know is that a future without you in it for me, is a dark place I don't want to even think about. I think if something bad happened between us, that my education and career plans would come unglued. Your love moves me forward. Without it, all the things I want to do would seem pointless. I want my military career. RMC is the best way to procure that for me right now. My family can't afford to pay my way through college. The military not only pays for the education, I would get paid as well. It's not a lot, but with careful management, it would support a family. The whole point of what I want to accomplish is to support a family. You want to go to OCA and get your art degree. With OSAP loans and grants, we could do that without your family's help, if necessary. It would be tight, but we CAN do it. And I'm sure our families would help in any way they could to get us over the roughest times. If we stay together, we can conquer the world. If we fall apart, we will both suffer long and cruelly."

"Oh, David! I love you so much! You're so sure of what we can do! I know we can do it when I listen to you." We were sharing another tender kiss when Bob called us to supper.

We returned to the house, got changed, and went to supper. Riekie had made a special feast. That girl could cook! She made all our favourite Dutch dishes. We were a long time eating and enjoying our meal. After the meal, we all lingered at the table and enjoyed each other's company. We laughed and joked and carried on like the teenagers we were. Life was good. The world was our oyster.

At long last, Riekie cleared the table. Once again she dragooned Bob to help. Bob usually complained when he had to help with domestic chores, but this night, not only did he help Riekie with the clean up, he seemed to enjoy helping her. Carol and I offered to help, but were told to be a good little Prince and Princess and wait to be waited on.

When the clean up was complete, Riekie surprised us. She went into the Koorstis' part of the house, and came back with a small bottle of champagne and four glasses. She asked Bob to do the honours and open the wine.

"Before they left, Oma and Opa asked me to toast you. They left this bottle of bubbly for us."

Bob poured out four glasses of the sparkling wine. The bottle was just big enough to fill those four glasses once. No danger of ruining our evening with drunkenness but enough to give us a nice warm glow.

When the wine was poured, Riekie began. "I've never made a toast before, so I'm not sure where to begin. No one told me what to say, so I will speak from my heart. Ten weeks ago, two people met. They didn't know each other from Adam (or Eve). Although it took a day or so for it to sink in, especially for some people," Carol winced, "they both realized they had instantly met their soul mate. I was privileged to be made privy to that revelation. I was further privileged to observe that initial realization quickly grow and bloom into a love story that should be made into a song for the ages.

The love of these two people and their maturity in dealing with it has impressed me more than I can say. Their love also impressed others, so much so, that a plan to give a special birthday gift turned into something much more profound. We are here tonight celebrating the physical and spiritual union of those two very special people. Although we are not presently at liberty to speak of this union beyond our own little group and the four others who helped make it happen, I want to make this toast.

"Please raise your glass, and drink to Carol and Dave, who have bound themselves together today with the ancient and sacred knot of matrimony. May their lives continue to be as happy as they are now. May their love continue pure and true, and a continuing inspiration to us all. I give you Mr. and Mrs. Dave Lloyd! Their Health and Happiness!"

Bob and Riekie both raised their glasses and drank to us. Carol and I were overwhelmed with tears of love and joy.

Bob proposed his own toast. "I believe it is traditional for the groom's best friend to also toast the happy couple. Like Riekie, I have watched the love of these two mature into something wonderful. Through them, I have learned the true meaning of Friendship. I won't ever forget that. So, again, a toast to the happy couple! To Carol and Dave! May their happiness last forever!"

Bob and Riekie again raised their glasses and took a sip.

Carol was weeping happily openly now, but she also wore the biggest smile in the world. I felt it was my turn to respond and make my own toasts.

"I would like to propose two toasts. First, thank you both for your words. You both have been the truest friends that Carol Anne and I could ever want. Your love, friendship, and support mean so much to us. Words alone cannot express how much we value each of you. Please accept this toast as a small token of how we feel. Sweetheart, please raise your glass and drink with me. To Bob and Riekie, good friends and true!"

Carol raised her glass with me and drank to our friends.

"My second toast is to a very special person. Without her, I would be lost. Before I met her, I was just a kid, wandering aimlessly through life, looking for something, but I didn't know what. When I met her, I knew I had found that something, and felt complete. I found the missing part of my soul. I will never willingly let her go. Please raise your glass and help me drink to the most beautiful creature in God's creation! To Carol Anne, my One, my True, my Only, Love, My heart, My Wife!" Bob and Riekie joined me in the toast. We drained our glasses.

Carol threw herself in my arms. She kissed me all over the face. She was a ball of loving energy, and totally swept me away. "This is the happiest day of my life, except for one," she said.

"Oh? And what was the happiest, then?" I couldn't imagine a happier day than this.

"The day I met you..."

You know? She was absolutely right!

The evening was winding down. Carol and I strolled out of the house, arms around each other. It was dark. The moon wasn't up yet. The stars were incredibly bright. We had thought maybe to take our usual walk, but were so warm and content, we just wandered around the yard, softly talking and exchanging occasional tender kisses. We found ourselves at the little beach, gazing out over the lake. Lights from the remaining cottagers twinkled around the lake. August was rolling away. The summer was winding down. There were fewer cottages occupied each day as people returned to their normal lives. We stood in the warm late summer evening basking in our love, gazing out over the lake. Carol stirred.

"Anyone for skinny dipping?"

"Last time I went skinny dipping, we got caught by a troop of Girl Guides."

A surprised giggle. "What?"

"Long story short. Some friends and I were messing around below the dam near the farm. It was hot, and we wanted to cool off. There wasn't a soul around, so we decided to go for a swim. One problem. No suits. We said the hell with it, and went skinny dipping. We'd just got in the water when a troop of Girl Guides showed up on a tour or something. They hung around for the longest time. For a bunch of 13 year-olds, it was a scary experience."

"So you're scared to go in with me now, then?"

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" I started stripping. Her clothes came off as fast as mine. Laughing and giggling, we joined hands and ran into the water together.

We waded out to our necks. We splashed and played for a bit. She got behind me and tickled me. I spun and caught her as she tried to get away. I tickled her right back. After the emotion filled time with the toasts, this was welcome light relief. Somehow the tickling turned into a loving embrace. I pulled her tight to me. Our lips met in a hungry kiss. Our kissing became so hot I'm sure steam rose off the water. Her body was pressed tight into me. I felt her nipples burning my chest. Her bush squirmed against me. My penis became very erect. It rose between her thighs. As she felt it rise, she opened her legs, and welcomed it against her lower lips.

A delighted "Mmmmm!" vibrated my mouth as we kissed. Her hips started to pump along the length of my shaft. My hands lowered to her deliciously smooth butt. Her arms tightened around my neck. I lifted her. She spread her legs eagerly. My cock, no longer forced down, raised and centred on her. I lowered her back down, and entered her.

Our lips still locked together in a soul-searing kiss we made long, slow, love. We took our time, but the passion overtook us. Our hips mashed each other in perfect sync. Too soon we crested in a wonderful mutual orgasm. As I squirted into her, she broke the kiss. Her hips spasmed and she called out my name.

"Daaaaavvviiiiidd! OH!"

It wasn't one of her patented screams, but she was quite loud just the same. We stayed joined for some time, hips gently pumping together, whispering sweet nothings. We started to get a chill from the water and had to separate. We waded back to shore. I was dreading having to put my clothes on over wet skin. Amazingly, our clothes had disappeared. Our robes and two towels were left in their place. That Riekie had slipped down sometime while we were playing and loving in the water. Such service!

"Carol Anne, we are going to have to do something extra special for your sister some time. This is above and beyond. With this kind of care, I'm really starting to feel like a pampered Prince."

"Yeah, David, but not right away. If we do something too soon, she'll think we're just being nice. Let's take our time and get her when she least expects it. 'Sides, I can't think of anything just yet."

We toweled each other off. Because we were chilled, we rubbed each other briskly to warm up. It was fun. We helped each other into our robes, and headed back to the house. The lights had been turned low. It looked like the others had already gone to bed. Carol and I shared the bathroom as we brushed our teeth. We were giggling and laughing as we shared a kiss. Riekie called downstairs. "You two get to your bed! Tomorrow's another day!" Even on our 'wedding' day, we were able to work a twist on the running gag. We held hands and climbed the stairs to our room.



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Chapter 19


Our room smelled wonderful. The scented candles had been lit, and provided a romantic glow. We undressed each other, and crawled into bed. A towel had already been placed for Carol to lie on. Riekie was outdoing herself! We made love twice before we fell asleep in each other's arms, still joined. Each time, we came together, hard. I filled her to overflowing each time. She kept the screams down, but still got off a couple good ones.

She woke me twice in the night for more passionate and noisy lovemaking. She was insatiable. I continued to be amazed at myself for my stamina. She managed to soak her towel completely. We fell back asleep each time, still joined.

We woke in the morning, still joined. My morning wood delighted her once again, especially considering its placement.

"I want to wake up like this every morning,." She smiled.

Her hips got moving. She rolled me onto my back, never losing contact. She then rode me to a noisy orgasm. As I squirted what seemed like a gallon of baby making juice deep into her, she screamed my name.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!!

I heard glass breaking again.

Shortly, a soft tap on the door. "Rise and shine, you two. Your bath is ready. I'm starting breakfast. Don't be long."

"Sorry 'bout the scream, Riekie. Carol Anne forgot herself." I got punched, and a very pretty tongue stuck out at me. "I hope you didn't spill anything when you dropped the glass."

"I didn't drop a glass, but Bobby did. Take it easy on him, will you. The poor guy's turning into a wreck." She opened the door a crack, and stuck her head in. Her face was flushed. "I just have to change my panties, is all." And giggled delightedly. Then she was gone.

We got up, slipped on our robes, and went downstairs. Riekie pointed at the bathroom. "It's all ready. Enjoy. It'll be a long time before you can enjoy it again. Breakfast will be ready when you come out."

We went into our bath. We made wild love in the tub. We came together again. As I filled her one more time, she screamed.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD!!!"

I heard a thump, some voices, and then the sound of someone running heavily up the stairs. Did Riekie faint again? She hadn't done that in a long time.

We climbed out of the tub, had fun toweling each other off. As we put on our robes, I saw some of this morning's offerings running down Carol's thighs. "You should clean that off."

"Nope. That's the Prince's Precious Stuff. Miss Pussy is a sloppy diner. It's good for my skin."

We went out to breakfast. Bob had been sitting at the table reading one of his magazines when we came down. There was no sign of him now. We sat down at table, side by side, holding hands. Riekie brought us our juice. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"OK, Riekie, give! What happened? Did you faint again? You haven't done that in weeks."

"Not me! Bobby!"

"You're kidding! He never was bothered before!"

"You guys are just too goddamn hot! I keep telling you. Poor Bobby couldn't take it any more. He went white as a sheet, and fell off his chair. I went to help him up. When I bent down to help him, my dress pulled up a bit. I was really embarrassed. He got a good look up my dress. He went all red in the face, got to his feet and ran to his room, saying he had some business to take care of. From the bulge in his pants, when he woke up, I think I know what business. I don't think I helped him much either, with the view he got up my dress."

For the first time, I noticed she was wearing a nice little summer dress. It was quite form fitting and showed off her lovely curves, hugging her pert breasts suggestively. It had a fairly low bodice, and showed some delightful cleavage. It came just nicely above her knees, and showed a nice amount of her own shapely legs. The colour of the dress set off her natural blonde hair prettily. She was a vision of teenage loveliness.

Carol teased her a bit." And I suppose you have to change your panties again..."

"Nope! I decided to take a page from your book. I'm not wearing any. You guys are too goddamn hot. Some days I don't have enough to wear and I hate having to do a laundry everyday."

I choked. Carol gave the rising tent in my robe a playful slap. She knew why it was there. I'm sure she got the same mental image I did, and knew how I'd react. I had just had a vivid mental picture of Bob waking up to the vision of a beautiful blonde muff, open and wet from her own orgasm as her legs spread, squatting to help him up from his faint. No wonder he'd had to run to his room and jerk off! The poor guy had been subjected to two nights and one day of Carol and me noisily rutting like animals. Yesterday, he'd got a full view of Carol's well-fucked and still wet pussy. Today he'd been up close and personal with Riekie's beautiful wet blonde puss. They were his sisters, but they were both beautiful and he'd got a look at them both when they were in heat! In Riekie's case, he probably got a whiff of her arousal, too. Any male animal will respond to that kind of stimulation. I think Riekie knew full well what that look up her skirt did to Bob, and took a little pleasure from being able to turn her own brother on.

The conversation, the lingering mental image, and Carol's hand holding it possessively kept my penis very hard all through breakfast. Bob rejoined us just as Carol and I finished eating. He was a little flushed, and had a hard time meeting Riekie's eye.

Carol said. "Riekie, I think you and I should talk, later." She led me away by the cock again, saying. "Come on, Big Boy! You and I must have a little chat about a certain problem right now." She had a glint in her eye. I was sure I was in it deep.

When we got to our room, I was expecting her to give me a blast for popping a hard-on over Riekie. Instead, as the door closed, she pulled my throbbing member out of my robe. She untied her robe, and pulling me on top of her as she fell back on the bed, she guided me into her heat.

"Fuck me, Stud. I got as hot from what Riekie told us as you did. It just doesn't show. Now fuck me and fuck me hard!"

I obliged. We fucked. We rutted. Her pussy was sopping. She never ceased to amaze me though. As wet and used as she got, she was always tight. She had learned to use her muscles extremely effectively. They milked my cock of every last drop. We made obscene slurping sounds as we fucked. We both shouted our passion. It was a very noisy, uninhibited fuck-fest. As we came together, I squirted as hard and as much as I ever have, despite two earlier sessions. That woman could get a response out of me almost continuously. No other woman I ever knew could stimulate me like her. Carol squirted as hard as she ever had. We made quite a mess. And she screamed. I swear they heard her in town.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!"

We wound down slowly, as our breathing returned to normal. We always enjoyed our post coital wind down. We would murmur sweet nothings and exchange little nibbling kisses. Even our wildest ruts ended in this quiet, gentle, loving manner.

When we stirred to get up, the back of Carol's robe was soaked. She wouldn't go back downstairs looking like that, but she did need to clean up before she got dressed. I had an idea and headed downstairs. As I came through, Riekie was sitting at the table. Her dress was pulled well up over her thighs, and bunched around her hips, showing lots of shapely leg. When she heard me coming, she guiltily pulled he dress down over her thighs. It was still bunched around her hips. It was apparent she was sitting bare-bum on her chair. I couldn't resist. I stopped behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the neck. She shuddered like an electric shock went through her. I whispered "Good thing Carol finished me off. Seeing you like that, I'd be awfully tempted to try that pretty blonde pussy of yours."

"YOU can have it any time you want. Just clear it with Carol first. You guys make me so horny, I can't think. It's probably a good thing Mom's coming back today, or you might have me in your bed, too. I don't think Carol could handle that, and you'd die of guilt."

"Thanks for the offer. Very tempting. Besides, you're a virgin. Save it for the right guy like Carol did. You're probably right. Do me a favour, though, will you? Try to keep it demur around Bob. You're getting to him. It's not just us. He'd die of guilt if he got so turned on by her that he tried something with his sister, regardless of how beautiful or sexy. Where's Bob now, anyway?"

"In the bathroom. He ran in there when Carol screamed. I think he had a similar problem to me. Turn away while I get up. I made a mess on the chair, and keep Bob out until I get it cleaned up." I turned away and kept an eye out for Bob. Riekie made some small noises behind me. She gave me the all-clear.

I turned and went to the bathroom. Bob was just coming out. He looked shaken. "You Ok, Buddy?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Good thing Mom's coming home today. I don't think I can handle much more of you guys carrying on. And Riekie's starting to look so hot, I'm scaring myself."

"Oh!" I left it at that. Good thing I mentioned it to her.

I went in the bathroom and made my preparations. I filled an old-fashioned porcelain wash basin with warm water, grabbed a wash cloth, the soap and a towel. I took my cleaning kit upstairs to Carol. She was lying where I left her. Her pussy and thighs were a mess. I liked the look of it. That was one well-fucked pussy, but it wouldn't do for polite company.

"What took you so long?"

"Riekie got herself into a real state. Bob had to run to the toilet. I had to wait for him to get out. You better have that chat with Riekie soon. I spoke with her a bit, but I think she needs to talk to you. Go easy on her. She's in a bad way, and really confused."

I wet and soaped up the washcloth. I gently started washing her pussy and thighs. As I washed her clean, I told her about Riekie's serious reply to my joke about jumping her. I told her what Bob had said about Riekie looking hot. We had no secrets. I wanted her to know what was going on. We had created this potential monster. We would have to deal with it. If it developed any farther, we could ruin all our friendship. Carol was worried for Riekie. She said she'd talk with her. I said I'd talk to Bob if he wanted. We decided we would be a little more private with our lovemaking, and try to consider others while we were in the throes of love.

My ministrations to clean Carol's delightful pussy were complete, but the touching and rubbing of such a sensitive area had her going again. My cock was finally defeated for a while, so I got her off with my hand. She squirted a bit, and I had to wash her again. It wasn't much, and I was careful not to over-stimulate her.

"You didn't wash away all his Precious Stuff, did you?"

I kissed her on the furry part. "No, all done. It's still inside you. A little is starting to leak out again. You'll have to wear a skirt or dress for today. You've really learned how to control your vaginal muscles when we make love. You should try to learn to use them to close it tight and keep it all in so you don't lose it. I know that's where you really want it."

"Good thinking."

She took the wash cloth from me and washed me up, too. The feel of her warm hands on my genitals felt really nice. My penis was sated for the time being though, so it didn't respond to the stimulation. She bent and kissed it. She murmured sweet nothings to her Sweet Prince.

As it turned out, we didn't really have to talk to them. Bob and Riekie were able to talk and sorted out what was happening between them. It was hard on them for awhile, but they remained close, and really good friends. They never got into an incestuous relationship. Carol and I realized our totally uninhibited and frequent lovemaking, while immensely satisfying for us, was difficult for those nearby. We promised ourselves we would be a little more circumspect in deference to the sensibilities of others. We never did succeed completely, but we tried.

After her sponge bath and chat we got dressed. Carol wore a little summer dress similar to Riekie's. Those dresses had a built-in bra, and were the sexiest little dresses I've ever seen. I just love it when I see a woman dressed in one to this day. When we went downstairs, Riekie had a fresh pot of coffee going. While we had a cup, she busied herself upstairs. She soon reappeared with another bag of laundry.

"Don't you two be using that bed again today. If you get those urges, find someplace private outside. I have to sleep in that bed tonight and I don't want to be on a big wet spot. I've changed it to the sheets that were on it before, and removed the mattress cover. I hope you don't need your robes before tonight. They're being washed with the sheets EEWW! You guys are messy! Dave, I put all your clothes back in your room. Good thing Mom's back today, I don't think I could stand doing a large load of laundry every day. Speaking of Mom, I'm going to go in to town now. I'll get the wash done at the Laundramat, and be there in time to meet her train."

Carol said she was going with her. They needed some girl time alone. She also said we needed some time apart. I suspected she was going to talk to Riekie about our fears for her. She told me I needed to spend some time with Bob. As always, she was right.

The girls left for town. Bob and I emptied the coffee pot between us. I wasn't sure how to begin, so I barged right in.

"Bob, what do you think is happening between you and Riekie?"

"Jeez! I scared myself so bad with thoughts of her this morning. I just had to talk to her about it, so I did while you guys were upstairs. I told her what she was doing to me. She said she didn't realize, and would keep the sexy behavior down around me. She said she was so turned on by what you guys were doing, if I'd made a move on her, I'd have had my way with her. That scared us both. We realized we were responding to an outside influence more than anything else. So, I think we're OK now. She's got a huge crush on you, though. Be careful with her. Don't hurt her."

"Yeah! I'm glad to hear you guys are cool with each other. I was a little worried about you. I figured out she had a crush on me the other night at the party when she kissed me but I didn't realize how big it was until today. I kidded her saying I was tempted to jump her pretty blonde pussy." Bob's eyes went a little glassy at his memory of that pussy. "She told me I could have it anytime, as long as I checked with Carol first. I know if I did, she'd die of guilt afterwards. I love her, Bob, but not that way. I'm sure she'd be a great fuck, but that wouldn't be fair to her. I told Carol about it. She's gonna talk to her. I think that's why she went to town with Riekie."

We finished up the last of the coffee, changed, and went for a swim. We played in the water, snorkeling, until the girls returned with Dolly and the boys in the mid-afternoon. As soon as the car stopped, the boys came tumbling out like dervishes. They were so full of energy! I didn't realize just how much we'd missed them until they got home. Carol and I had had a lot of fun. We'd wed, and made wild, passionate, uninhibited love, but the house was almost too quiet other times without those youngsters around.

The boys made a bee line for Bob and me. They chattered up a storm. They were full of what they'd seen and done. The trip to the zoo had been a roaring success. They didn't see everything in the time they had, so they stayed over the extra day. Bob and I each grabbed a laughing squirming little boy. We piggy-backed them back to the house so we could say hello to Dolly. Pretty soon things were back to normal.

Dolly kept the girls busy the rest of the day. She was curious why they were wearing dresses instead of the usual shorts and halters of teenage girls at the cottage. The girls just said they were tired of that, and wanted to be 'pretty'. They certainly were that. Dolly took over the kitchen duties again and soon had a big supper cooking. She said she was tired of restaurant food, and was glad to be back in her kitchen preparing what she called real food. The wonderful smell of her cooking soon filled the house and spilled outside to us on the lawn.

Our whole routine returned to normal quickly. We had that delicious supper Dolly prepared. While we ate, Dolly asked how things had been with us. We told her about the party. I thanked her for the new shirt and pants. We told her the rest of the weekend was spent just lazing around. We told her about passing our 365 tests. She was inordinately pleased and proud of both of us for that. She asked if Carol and I had behaved ourselves. Riekie just said "Oh! They were good! They were very, very good!" She almost overdid it. Dolly's eyebrows were raised in an unasked question. To this day, I still think she knew what went on, but couldn't say or let on.

After supper, the girls helped Dolly clean up. Carol and I went for our walk stopping by our tree. We went into one of our torrid French clinches with Carol doing her tongue suck thing. Needless to say, I got an instant erection. She felt it, rubbing that delicious little pussy against me. Without breaking our kiss Carol got me out of my pants. I worked her dress up to grab those fabulous butt cheeks and she steered me into her soaking tightness. We fucked hard standing. Carol made the woods ring when she came, screaming my name as I filled her eager pussy with baby juice one more time. We rested a bit, still joined. She got her hips moving and mouth working in another hot kiss then she dropped to her knees to lick me clean.

I got hard again when she licked me clean. She giggled, and told me I would just have to do her again. Her scream wasn't as loud, but she was still noisy. We returned to this earth gradually from our double session, still joined. We nibbled and kissed. Finally, my dick softened and fell out with a very wet slurp. She giggled and said she'd really have to start working on those muscles. She was leaking heavily. She hoped her mother wouldn't see his Precious Stuff running down her kegs.

Carol dropped to her knees again, and promptly licked me clean the second time. All the while she cleaned, she whispered sweet nothings to her Sweet Prince. She told him how much Miss Pussy enjoyed the way he scratched her itch. She rose to her feet and kissed me. I tasted our combined juices on her lips. I thought she was so beautiful I could probably have got it up for a third time. Carol had that much of an effect on me. It was getting late, though. We strolled back toward the house, arms around each other. Carol was cooing the whole way how wonderfully full she felt. I was delighted to have been of service.

Riekie met us part way back, as usual. Our routines were rapidly returning to normal, indeed. She moved in on my open side, slipped her arm around my waist, and snuggled up. She stopped, so we all stopped. She looked at Carol.

"May I?" Carol nodded.

Riekie reached up and kissed me very tenderly on the lips. It was a kiss from the heart. I felt mine go out to her.

"What was that for?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. "You trying to steal me away? I've only been married a little over a day, and already they start climbing all over me."

Riekie's eyes blazed. "David Lloyd! Don't cheapen that with a joke! I love you, yes. I admit that. I'd have you in a minute if Carol and you ever split! I know you don't feel the same way! That kiss was saying hello to my new brother and welcome to our family. Carol and you have made me so much a part of your lives I couldn't help falling in love with you. I've actually fallen in love with both of you! Maybe I put too much into that kiss for the purpose I intended, but I couldn't help myself." She nuzzled my chest then moved over to Carol, and gave her the same tender kiss she gave me. I saw Carol blush in the fading evening light, but she returned the warm kiss full measure. I knew she was feeling something akin to me.

"Carol Anne, you look and smell like a well-fucked woman. I taste David on your lips. I know now I love you both. It is an honour to share, even in this small way, your love for each other. I hope someday you will be able to let me share some leftovers. I know if I was ever to get one of you, I would get both. It's a package deal."

"Ya got that right." Carol and I said it together. More and more often, lately, we spoke in unison. I couldn't believe how two hearts could be so closely bonded that we had the same thoughts and voiced them simultaneously.

Carol and I looked at each other stunned. Riekie was just FULL of surprises. She was wrong about me, though. I just couldn't let her see it. I was feeling myself starting to fall in love with her. My feelings for Carol were far more intense. She was the other half of my soul, but I loved this wonderful blonde girl, too. She was devoted to us. Her actions of the last couple days were proof of that. She was also now calling me David the way Carol did. You could feel the warmth. The tenderness with which she called her sister Carol Anne melted my heart. Was that the way it sounded when I said it? Now I understood some of the effect I had on Carol when I used it. I struggled with myself trying to understand how I could love two women at the same time. I just had to talk to Carol about this before it would be safe for me to say anything openly. We had a warm group hug, and continued back to the house. Once again, I was strolling along with the two most beautiful women in the world.

Life for me was good. As we strolled along, I quickly re-capped for myself the summer thus far. Like a bolt of lightning, I fell in love with the most wonderful creature in God's Creation the first time we met. She had the same experience. We experienced the most intense ten weeks, discovering and nurturing that love. We had consummated that love this past weekend. My Love had given herself to me as the ultimate birthday present. Our friends (her brother and sister) and her mother's family got wind of the special gift she planned. Rather than try to stop her, they helped. Their intervention gave us a whole night of total privacy together, but they gave us something else. In an ancient rite, we had literally 'tied the knot'. Except for Canadian law, we were, to all intents and purposes, married. Only the conspirators and we knew, but for the time being, that was alright. My bride's sister openly declared to us her love for both of us. It was becoming apparent she wanted to share in our bliss. The odd thing was, I was falling in love with her. From the reactions of my young bride, she was too. So now, my life was also becoming a little complicated. It was still good, extremely good — just a little complicated.



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Chapter 20


Carol, Riekie and I returned to the cottage from our walk. We didn't talk much. After Riekie's declaration of her love for both of us, there wasn't much else to say. Our little mutual admiration society strolled, arms around each other, in comfortable silence.

Our routine did vary a little. At bed time, Carol and I changed into our robes before taking our usual turns at the bathroom. In deference to her mother, we performed our evening toilet separately. The last couple of nights, we had done it together. When Carol finished her evening clean up, we fell into each others arms as usual. The difference was my cock poked out of my robe. She trapped it between her thighs and rubbed me in her slickness. We knew not to go for penetration. Her screams would have alerted her mother. Carol could NOT keep quiet when she had me in her. Carol was just starting to get off, when Dolly, as usual, hollered downstairs.

"Get to bed you two — your own beds!"

We groaned. "Back to normal!" We said it together, and laughed. We didn't have our mutual masturbation session after that in the middle of the night. We were past that.

We closed our robes and went to bed, separately. I didn't sleep a wink. I was too used to that wonderful warm body, and only after two nights! Bob, normally the soundest of sleepers complained to me the next day that my tossing and turning kept him awake. Riekie complained that Carol did the same to her.

The next day, we were completely back to normal. The girls did their thing together. Bob and I did ours. The four of us spent time together. The girls were dazzling in their sexy summer dresses. We laughed and played. We played cars and trucks with the little boys in the sand. We swam and snorkeled. Carol and I touched and kissed tenderly at every opportunity. We were open about our shared love. We had fun all day. Carol and I weren't able to get alone until we went for our walk. We stopped at our tree and made passionate love twice before returning to the cottage. Carol told me this would be the last time for this month, at least. She was getting too close to her fertile time. We were both disappointed, but knew it was the best, safest thing for us to do.

Riekie met us on our return, as usual. She held her lips up to both of us for a tender kiss. She commented that once again Carol looked and smelled like a well-fucked young woman. There was a trace of envy in her voice. She cuddled Carol this time. The three of us strolled leisurely back to the house.

At bed time, Carol and I got Dolly's nightly admonishment to "Get to bed you two -- your own beds."

I slept a little better that night, but was still restless, missing my lover in my arms. Carol informed me the next day she spent a similar night.

The next day, the aunts and grandparents returned. They brought Tante Kit with them. She was originally supposed to be there earlier in the summer, but her work kept her busy until now. She would be staying until the Labour Day weekend, now less than two weeks away. I was struck by Kit Koorstis, a stunningly beautiful woman in her late twenties. If I had been older, or she younger, I felt there just might be something there. There was something in her eyes that reminded me of carol and Riekie. She was several years younger than her sisters and her parents obviously doted on her. Her two older sisters thought the sun rose and set in her. Tante Pie seemed especially close to her.

I didn't get to spend much time with Tante Kit. She was always doing something with her sisters; I was always with Bob and My Girls, as everyone started calling Carol and Riekie. Carol's and my developing closeness with Riekie was becoming obvious.

Bob asked me about it later the day we met Kit. "What's with you guys and Riekie? It's getting pretty obvious you guys are really close. I'm used to seeing you kiss Carol all the time, but now you're kissing Riekie, too. Not as intense, but you are."

"Why? Feeling left out?"

"Hell, no! I think it's great! It helps me distance myself from those strange feelings I was getting for Riekie. When I see she's happy with someone else, it helps me. I just wanted to know what's happening with you guys, especially after I warned you about her crush. Sorta stay in the loop, ya know?"

"Bob, you're right to ask. I want to keep you up to speed, but in this one, I don't rightly know for sure, myself. Things are still shaking out. I'm afraid it isn't just a crush. The other night, Riekie told us she was in love with both of us. She was very open about it. She had obviously thought a lot about it. The strange thing is Carol and I are starting to feel the same way toward her. I'm having a bit of a hard time with it. I enjoy her attention and being with her, but..."

"So what's your problem? Most guys would die to be in your shoes, with two beautiful girls hanging off him."

"Oh, I love that part. Who wouldn't? It's a real ego boost. The thing that bothers me is being in love with two women at once. I didn't think it was possible. I love Carol more than life itself. I describe her as the other half of my soul. But I love Riekie too. It's not the same as what I feel for Carol, but it's romantic love, just the same. I sometimes feel like I'm cheating on Carol right in front of her. That's not fair to any of us. I have to talk to Carol about it before I say anything to Riekie. I think Carol is feeling something similar for Riekie as me. She's just as confused as I am. We have to talk about it, but we haven't had a chance yet. We can't be fair to Riekie until we sort it out between Carol and me."

"I don't know what to tell ya, OldPal-Old Friend, but you know where I am. Anything I can do to help the three of you out, I will. You know that."

"Thanks, Robert. That means a lot to me."

We were called to supper just then. Because Tante Kit was there, we all ate together. It was a re-union for them all. Dolly hadn't seen her youngest sister in a year and she wanted to get caught up on everything. Tante Kit was a delightful dinner companion. She kept us in stitches with jokes and gags. That woman knew more jokes than anyone I ever met. She was a natural story teller, just to put some icing on that beautiful cake.

After supper, Carol and I went for our walk. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. They fit perfectly, showing off her delightful 16-year old curves. Her outfit also told me in no uncertain terms our lovemaking had ended for that month, just as she'd said. Carol was very passionate, but she kept her head, too. Her attitude was very mature. I loved her more for it. One good thing about not making love, we had an overdue opportunity to talk about Riekie and us. We stopped at our tree and shared a passionate kiss. When we broke, Carol complained.

"David, I don't know if I can keep up my promise not to make love. I'm so horny!"

"Me, too, Baby. However, this gives us a chance to talk. We have to talk about Riekie."

I was actually quite forceful in that assertion.

"What about her?"

I started. "Where does she fit in with us? How do you feel toward her? How do I feel toward her? How do WE feel about her? Are her feelings toward us genuine, or the product of being too close to our love? You spend time with her. She must talk to you. She sleeps with you. Do you talk at night?

"Carol Anne, I'm thoroughly confused. This situation has me nervous as a mouse in a room full of hungry cats. We just have to sort it out. I'm scared to death of losing you, and I don't want to hurt her. I'm also a little scared of losing her. Am I making any sense at all? Or am I just babbling?"

"You're right, as usual, Lover. I've been avoiding this, because I'm just as confused as you, I think. I knew we had to talk, but I wasn't sure how to go about it."

"So... question one. Are her feelings toward us genuine? Bob warned me on the weekend she had a crush on me, but knew nothing of her feelings toward you."

"Oh, David, she's definitely in love with you. That's no crush. She's loved you since the day of the phone sex. I've known that all along. She's told me many times about that. I didn't say anything to you, and she kept it cool until the other night. We didn't want to burden you with guilt at not being able to return her love. 'Sides, you're mine! I didn't want to share or compete!

"I suspected she was developing some other, how shall I say, unusual feelings for me, too. The funny thing was I felt myself returning them. When she told us her feelings the other night, that last piece of the puzzle fell into place for me. I found I was a bit in love with her, too. What about you, My Husband?"

Her use of that word indicated very strongly to me her true feelings for me, at least. I could do no less for her.

"Carol Anne, as I said, I knew she had a crush on me. I suspected it was deeper than a simple crush from a few things she said and did. That kiss at the party was more than a school girl crush. It blew my mind. The way she treated us both all last weekend told me she loved us both very deeply. The other day, when she was so bothered by our lovemaking, I teased her a bit about jumping her bones. I was more sexually attracted to her than just a guy looking at a beautiful girl in heat. I felt something else. Something more like I feel for you. Not as intense, but real just the same.

"I was embarrassed and confused by what I felt. Then, the other night, she declared her love for both of us. Like you, I knew then that she meant it. I realized, too, that I had fallen in love with her as well as you. Talk about confused! So how do you feel about her, Bride of Mine?"

"I haven't really come to terms with it yet. There's some issues. I'm pretty sure I'm actually in love with her. But... she's a woman, AND my sister. How do I deal with those? Plus, how can I be in love with two people at once?

"I know it's not unheard of for women to fall for each other. I just never thought of myself as that type. I think I can get used to it, though. It's a different love than what I feel for you. You are the other half of my soul. You make me complete. I just have this warm fuzzy love for her.

"The sister thing really gets me. We warned Bob and her about becoming involved, and here I am, considering involvement with her myself. Is there something wrong with me? With her?

"I can't understand how I can be in love with two people at the same time. I guess it can and from this, it does happen. How about you?"

Carol was being very realistic. Her concerns were similar to mine, but with that added personal touch of sister-on-sister.

"I had a chat with Bob today. He's noticed, as have the rest, apparently, that our relationship with Riekie has evolved to another level. He asked about it. Talking to him helped me sort it out a bit more. He's glad for us. He said it helped him deal with his own thoughts about her, and is more able to get a handle on them. He wondered why I was so confused. From a guy's perspective, I've got the world by the ass with a downhill pull. Two beautiful, sexy women all to myself! It's a real ego boost, but aside from making every other guy around green with envy, what of it?"

"Sounds like one lucky man, to me, Lover. Even from a girl's view."

"Yeah, but... how can I be in love with two women simultaneously? Is it fair to you? You used my own words a few minutes ago. You are the other half of my soul. You make me complete. How can I fit Riekie into that? How can I be fair to her? More importantly, how can I be fair to you? I like the feelings we three now share, but sometimes I feel like I'm cheating on you right in front of you. That is my main worry.

"The incest issue between you two is a non-starter with me. There is no chance you could make a baby together, so you instantly avoid that social taboo. That was our concern for her and Bob. For Riekie, I think it was just overcharged hormones, anyway. In Bob's case, it's a combination of overcharged hormones and a desire to have a woman to love — basically envy of our relationship. They both realized the peril in that, and stepped back. You've already been intimate with her.

"I've read quite a bit in Dad's books about this. It's VERY common between sisters. Sisters are often bonded very closely. The rest of the world doesn't realize how close, because incest is generally considered a male-female thing. For girls, I think it has a lot to do with exploring their sexuality as they grow up. They often share a room, even a bed. The opportunity is just here to explore and try things on. Some, like yourselves, fall in love. Because the public expression of that love, kissing and hugging between women, is socially acceptable, nothing is said, if even suspected. More intimate kissing just tells the world how close some sisters are, and it's left at that.

"The sisters involved with each other get married and have kids. It doesn't take anything away from what they feel for each other. They have normal relationships with their men, but behind closed doors, they can continue their private love affair. In many cases, their husbands know, even encourage it. It's a common male fantasy to watch two girls do each other, sisters or not. Quite a number actually engage in menage-a-trois like we're considering. That, by the way, also deals with the girl-on-girl thing you're concerned about. It doesn't make them raging Lesbians. Their intimacy grew out of growing up together.

"That is probably the seed of what is happening to you and Riekie. You two would probably have fallen in love any way. Our love for each other may have been something of a catalyst, making it happen sooner."

"Jeez, David! That makes so much sense! When you put it like that, you just lifted a huge weight off me! I feel FREE! Oh I love you so much!"

She threw her arms around me and gave me one of her patented tongue-suck cock-wrenching kisses. As we gazed into each other's eyes after that kiss, I had something of a revelation.

"I love you, too, Sweetheart. The main questions we have to resolve now are: how do we deal with being in love with two people at the same time, and how do we fit Riekie in? I have some ideas."

"I think I know where you're going. Speak, Husband Mine. Let's see if our two minds really do think alike."

"Darling, like I said. You and Riekie probably would have fallen for each other anyway. My arrival on the scene complicated things for you, but as it's so common, you would have learned to deal with it, and kept the two loves separate. The real complication is what she feels for me, and what I have started to feel for her. Is it possible that Riekie has become an anchor, a reference point, for our own love? She's been involved in our relationship since our first date at some level or other. Is it possible that at some level we actually need her? Has our love overflowed and sucked her in? I'm beginning to think that that Power I mentioned to you some time ago has a purpose for the three of us. I don't think we have to worry anymore about loving two people at once. Riekie does, and she's very obviously come to terms with it. She is committed unreservedly to both of us. Do we not owe her the same?"

"I knew it! You used almost the same words I was thinking. This two-minds-alike thing with us is starting to get spooky. So, what do we do now? How do we include her?"

"We already have, mostly. We just have to tell her the conclusions we've arrived at. We also have to be honest with her about our own feelings. And with each other. That brings me to an issue we've hinted at, but not discussed. The answer to that will determine what we tell her. How do you feel about Riekie's feeling s for me? Even more importantly, how I feel about her? To be honest with me, you must first be honest with yourself. The answers you arrive at to these questions will determine where we go from here."

I hugged her warmly as she thought. You could almost hear the gears turning.

"From the first time I recognized that Riekie was actually in love with you, I just accepted it. I felt sorry for her, to have a love that couldn't be returned. She is a friend first. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. She was instantly not a threat to me. She wouldn't try to steal you from me. Oh, she'd take whatever there was, a kiss here, a hug there, but only with my knowledge and permission. But mainly, her love for you meant she had first to ensure your happiness. Seeing you happy makes her happy. That's why she has helped us so much, especially this past weekend. She was doing it for me to a certain extent, but and this is HUGE! She did it mainly for YOU. It hurt her some, I'm sure, to see the man she loves with me, to hear us making love, doing all the things she wants to do. B-uu-t to see you so happy, and to contribute to that happiness, was all she needed or wanted.

"As for how you feel, Stud Muffin, that's a little different, but not that much. I've seen the way you look at her sometimes. You love her as a friend. That's obvious. But I sometimes see another look. It's a questioning look. Like you're trying to figure out how you feel. You may not admit it just yet, but I think you've been gradually falling in love with my sister all summer. She's so good to you and such a loyal friend, that you couldn't help yourself if you tried. You're almost as protective of her as you are of me. To use one of your big words, that realization was an epiphany for me.

"That you love me totally, I've never questioned. That you are faithful and true to me, I've never questioned. That you will do the right thing, I have no doubt. You are honourable to a fault. That's one of the things I love so much about you. You weigh everything carefully. You question yourself and your own integrity constantly. I trust you completely. If you love Riekie, you will do the right thing and tell her. I will do the right thing, and allow her to have her share. Your love for me won't be diminished by your love for her. The two may help each other grow. So! I guess that means we have a third member in our love affair. Just remember, I'm still First Wife."

I was overwhelmed by the soundness of her reasoning and the depth of her commitment.

"Ok, First Wife! First in my heart. Primary in my soul. A mere detail now, but what about taking her into our bed? That is, assuming we ever get a bed again... ?" We both laughed at that. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that — that WE'RE ready for that. We're still learning and exploring each other. Will she be content to be excluded from that, even for a little while?"

"Just like a man! Thinking with his penis!" She giggled.

"I was NOT! It just seemed the next logical step. If we're talking about involving her more completely in our relationship, sooner or later we're going to have to deal with the sex issue. We might as well do it sooner rather than later. Sooner means now."

"I know you weren't! I was just teasing! I'm very aware of those issues. You're right. WE aren't ready to take her to bed with us yet. Someday, but not just yet. Will you trust me on this to know when that time is right?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way. As a man, I do think too often with my penis. That can get me doing things before the time is right. YOU knew the right time for us to be joined. YOU will know when this is right, too. I add one caveat. I reserve judgment to put a stop to things if I think that we're going too far too soon at any given time. I'm thinking here of her virginity. I am no cherry hunter, unlike most guys. I've had one virgin in my life. That is more than any man should rightfully expect. Like the day we were on the couch, it will be my call to stop if the going gets hot enough that either or both of you want me to do her that way, simply in the heat of the moment. It may be that someday WE will decide to take her virginity. Only YOU and SHE will know when that time is right.

"I would much rather have her give it up to her one true love. I'm not thoroughly convinced yet that I am he. YOU aren't ready to share that part of me with her, and I think it will be some time before you are. You've already indicated quite clearly that Sweet Prince is all yours. Some day you might share him, but not any time soon. If and when we share our bed with Riekie, it will be oral and manual sex only with her, of that I'm certain. Does that make sense to you? Will she be content with that?"

"As usual, in these matters, you're smarter than the average bear. When we talk to her, I'll follow your lead. I agree with you completely. I think we also have to be a little tough with Riekie on this, like we were on the friendship and trust thing. Oh! Have we ever told her she's completely back on the trust issue? We better tell her that, too. Anyway, I'm getting side tracked. I think we should be a little tough with her. We'll tell her how we feel, and she's included in this relationship except for the sex. We'll tell her she has to earn the right to be in our bed. I don't want to make her our slave. She just has to understand that we have to be sure it's right and when it's right. Sides, she has me in her bed now. OK?"

"Sounds good to me. Only one problem. Now I'm jealous! She gets to sleep with you when I can't. No fair!" I whined.

"Oh stop your whining! You have a part of me she will never have, or ever could! We'll sleep together as much as we can, even if it's just holding each other in the back seat of the car going home or on the lawn in the afternoon sun. Uh-oh! It's getting late! They'll be sending out a search party. We better get back. Now, My Husband! Kiss me!"

I kissed her long and hard. We started back.

We were near the house close to the spot where Riekie usually met us. It was dark. We heard a sob from just in front. We looked a little closer. There was Riekie, sitting on a large stone in her little summer dress. She had her head in her hands, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. She hadn't heard or seen us approach. Carol and I exchanged questioning looks. She waved me ahead.

"Go to her." She mouthed.

I walked up to Riekie.

"Here now, Little One why all the tears?"

In her state Riekie's dress had worked up her thighs. She was showing a delectable amount of teenage thigh. She jumped, startled. She paused just for a second to recognize who had spoken to her. She leapt off the rock, and threw her arms around me. She sobbed into my chest.

"Oh David! Where's Carol? You guys were gone so long I let my imagination get the better of me. I was sure you'd run away and left me all alone."

Carol moved up then, and stroked Riekie's shoulder.

"I'm right here, Riekie. David and I were talking. It took longer than we thought, is all."

Riekie pulled herself away from me. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked like a waif. If I wasn't before, I knew now that I was in love with this blonde beauty too.

"I feel so silly. I shouldn't have let my imagination go like that. I love both of you so much I got scared I'd lost you."

I took a step closer to her. I looked at Carol. She nodded and smiled. She waved her hand in encouragement to indicate I should make a move. Nervously, I stepped in close to Riekie. I could feel the heat of her body. I slipped my arms around her. She instinctively put her arms around my neck. I leaned my face close to hers.

"Have I told you yet today how much I love you?"

She giggled nervously, thinking it was some kind of joke.

"N-No..."

"Let me show you."

I planted a mind-numbing French kiss on her. Because it was the only thing she knew, she started that tongue-suck thing Carol had taught her. The kiss dragged on for an eternity. My penis hardened. I let my hands wander her body as we kissed. My hands lowered and cupped her cheeks. I felt Carol move in close. Her arms went around both of us.

Riekie was bare under the dress. Her flesh through the thin material was scalding hot. I pulled her by the cheeks tight to me, and let her feel my erection. I ground it into her a little. She instinctively ground her own hips into my hardness. I felt her mons tight against me. She squirmed and pumped. She was so hot, she soon came! I felt her whole body convulse as she groaned into my mouth. I heard another groan and a gasp from beside us, and Carol's arms relaxed away from us.

We slowly disengaged from the kiss. Riekie was gasping for air.

"WOW! Why did you do that? Carol will be pissed! I'm so embarrassed!"

Carol asked softly. "Why are you embarrassed? Because you came for the man you love, and who obviously loves you? To use your own words, you guys are too hot! Too goddamn hot! I came watching you. Now I understand what you've been going through."

Carol pushed me out of the way.

"Now it's my turn!"

She took Riekie in her arms and gave her the same treatment I had. She ground her pelvis into Riekie, who responded likewise. Their kiss went on for what seemed forever. I saw them both stiffen and their bodies shook. They came together! They broke the kiss, looking deep into each other eyes.

Carol whispered "Riekie Scott, I love you."

Riekie, all dreamy voiced said. "Carol Anne, I love you."

I was ignored for a few minutes while they collected themselves.

I stepped in close to them and put my arms around both. I kissed each of them tenderly on the lips. I began my little speech. Carol would know where to take over. As I spoke and Carol answered, Riekie's mouth hung open in astonishment and wonder.

"Carol Anne, I love you more than life itself. We have exchanged vows, tied a knot and promised rings. We are wed. We made love to consummate and consecrate our vows. Nothing can change what has happened or my love for you. Be that as it may, I love your sister, Riekie Scott, too. What do you say?"

"David, I love you as my soul mate forever. We are wed. Someday we will make babies together. Nothing will ever change that, or our love for each other. I recognize that you love my sister, Riekie Scott. I give you my blessing. Now, I must tell you, I also love my sister, Riekie Scott, not as a sister, but as a friend and lover. What do you say to that?"

"Carol Anne, My Bride, I recognize your love for Riekie Scott, and give you my blessing, as you gave me yours."

I took the lead again. "Riekie Scott, you have heard both of us declare our love for you. You are now part of us, and we, part of you. Do you accept us?" I DO read too much! I can get real prosy at times.

"Th-this is so sudden! But... y-yes! I-I do."

We were close to overloading the poor thing's mind.

"Riekie Scott, David and I were wed last weekend. You were our Witness. I declare myself First Wife. Do you accept to be wed to us as Second Wife?"

Carol surprised me with this little poetic gem of her own.

"I do! Oh yes! I do!"

There was no hesitation now. Riekie was beside herself with joy! She was bouncing up and down like a kid.

Carol fished in the pocket of her jeans. She brought out the string we had used on Monday.

"I carry this with me all the time as the reminder of what David and I said to each other. Now, all three of us will join hands."

Carol was full of surprises. This bit with our string was inspired!

Carol and I sandwiched Riekie between us. We each held out a hand. We clasped all three. It was a little awkward, the way we were standing, but Carol managed to get the tied string looped around our three hands. Carol just kept the surprises coming.

"Say after me, you two: Under this bridal knot, we three, Carol Anne Scott, David Lloyd, and Riekie Scott are joined and wed. Each to each other and all three together."

Riekie and I repeated it after her.

A voice came out of the darkness, scaring us half to death.

"I am Witness to this joining of three hearts. Let no man put it asunder."

Bob! Where in blazes had he come from?

Bob stepped up to us.

"You were so late, I thought I'd come look for you. I came up just as Carol and Riekie broke from what looked like a hot kiss. I thought something big was about to happen, so I kept quiet and watched. Congratulations, Riekie. You got your man," he laughed in delight, "... and... your woman! Dave, aren't you supposed to kiss your new bride?"

I took Riekie in my arms and laid a soulful kiss on her. She just about totally dissolved in my arms. I released her, only to have Carol do the same, saying Riekie was her new bride, too. Poor Riekie could hardly stand when they finished. I then took Carol in my arms. We kissed so hard and long, I saw stars. We heard a groan and a gasp from beside us. Riekie put her hands on our arms and squeezed.

"You guys are still too hot! Too goddamn hot! You're the hottest! If I even get a tenth of that from this, I'll be the happiest person on earth!"

I started into the rest of what Carol and I had decided.

"Riekie, my love," she swooned at those words.

"Carol and I had a very long discussion about this. We came to some conclusions. If you don't like what we propose, say so, and we can dissolve you from the knot. We want you as part of us. We are both in love with you. You must realize that the love we feel for you is different from what we feel for each other. We also feel that there is a Power guiding us in this. We feel that for whatever reason, you are part, an intimate part, of whatever is planned for us.

"We decided that you would be with us, if you wanted. You have just shown and told us that you do. You will be part of our lives in everything we do, and we will be the same for you. We have one caveat for now. We can't take you into our bed just yet."

I saw the utter disappointment on her lovely face. I held up my hand.

"I said not yet. The reasons are simple. Carol and I are still just learning about each other. We felt having you with us right away might overly complicate that part of our lives for the next little while. Besides, from now on, there will be little opportunity for any of that, Carol and I alone, or you with us. We won't get so lucky now, to have the family take off and leave us alone. You do have one advantage over me, though, as one consolation. You get to sleep with Carol Anne. I can't sleep with either of you. Tonight, you two can consummate our bed together. Just think of me while you do. Is that acceptable?"

Riekie still looked disappointed, but she brightened.

"When you put it like that, I understand. I had hoped we could all three sleep together, but at least now I have Carol Anne. That is a major consolation. I knew we wouldn't be able to do anything anytime soon. You made it sound so dramatic; I thought you were never going to invite me in."

"We've left it up to Carol Anne to decide when the time is right. Are you OK with that?"

"It's time to be a realist. If I want to be part of your, I mean OUR relationship, and I do, then I have no choice. Yes, I'm OK with that. But you'll forgive me if I beg from time to time, OK?"

"I don't have a problem with that. Carol Anne?"

"OK by me."

"There's more, Riekie, but Carol Anne will tell you all that later, as it's of a personal nature we don't need to discuss here. No offence, Bob."

"None taken. I understand. Now, don't you lovebirds think it's time we got back to the house?"



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Chapter 21


I slipped an arm around each girl, Carol on my right, Riekie on my left. They each put their arm around me. We strolled back to the house. We'd expected it to be in darkness, but with Tante Kit's arrival, everyone was still up. The four sisters were sitting at the table when we came in. It wasn't unusual to see the three of us coming in from our walk, arms linked, so when we came in, arms around each other, they weren't greatly surprised. Tante Kit hadn't seen us together before, so she raised her eyebrows questioningly. We got some very raised eyebrows from all four sisters when we sat together on the couch. My girls very possessively cuddled up on either side and lay their heads on my shoulders. I was one very contented individual, and it showed. It was very evident that something was different among us. Bob had a Cheshire cat grin that added to the mystery.

Dolly spoke up. "Out kind of late, aren't we? We were stating to get worried. Where did you go?"

"David and I had a lot to talk about, and we didn't notice the time. On our way back, we met Riekie. She comes out to meet us on the way back every night. We all got talking and the time just flew by. Bob came out looking for us. He found us with Riekie, then the four of us got talking again, and it got really late. We're sorry if we worried you. We weren't that far away."

"That's OK, Dear. It's just that you're usually in so early, we got concerned. You know we don't really have a set curfew here."

We sat and visited for a little while. Soon, though, everyone declared themselves tired and we all headed off to bed. Carol and I did our usual goodnight thing outside the bathroom with a small change to the routine. Riekie joined us. I was in a clinch with Riekie, Carol holding us. Riekie was just working herself to orgasm against me when Dolly hollered down the stairs. "

You three get to bed! Your own beds."

She wasn't fooled for a minute! She knew something momentous had happened with the three of us.

Once in bed, I heard soft sounds from their room. My imagination soared, and I soon had a raging boner. I fell asleep at last. In the middle of the night, I just had to relieve an aching hard-on. I went to the bathroom to jerk off. I heard a little noise outside the door, and looked through the keyhole. They were both there, doing each other! I came mightily and long as I watched them in the dim night light. I still didn't get a good look at Riekie, which I was now dying to, but what they were doing to each other, got me off big time. I had quite a mess to clean up afterward.

In the morning, Bob went downstairs ahead of me. I was just going down, when the girls came out of their room. Carol kissed me. She tasted of pussy. She tasted good, different, but good. Riekie kissed me next. I definitely tasted Carol on her lips. They just managed to blow my mind completely!

After breakfast, I was sitting down by the beach, just thinking. A familiar pair of arms wrapped themselves around from behind. Carol nibbled on my ear, sending chills down my spine.

She whispered "I've made up my mind."

"Oh? And what was there to make up you mind about, Lovely Lady?"

"Riekie."

"I thought we settled that last night. What else is there to decide?"

I was deliberately being stupid.

"We have got to take her to bed together as soon as possible."

"Why the sudden change?"

"It's not fair to you that she and I have each other, and you're left out by circumstance."

"I'm deeply touched, Sweetheart, but I sense there's more to this than that. We already talked about that last night."

"Oh David! You know me too well. The real reason is Riekie herself!"

"How so? Did she beg you, and you caved in that quick?"

"No, Silly! She never said a word! No, she's such a sweet lover it isn't fair to deny her to you. And you're so good it isn't fair to deny you to her."

"I thought she might be. And... thank you for such a wonderful compliment!"

"You know, Riekie and I have shared a room forever. But when you grow up together, you sometimes don't notice things about the other, and unless you're lovers, there're lots of things you never know. I discovered a lot about our new wife last night."

"You're deliberately keeping me in suspense, Wench! I've a notion to put you over my knee."

"Oh! I love it when you talk rough1 G-r-r-r-rr!" she giggled happily.

"Spill it! Pu-leeese."

"You are simply going to die of pleasure, My Husband! Riekie has the prettiest blonde pussy in the world! And she's bare the same place I am, just like you love. Did you taste her on me this morning?"

I'd suspected about the pussy. I'd fantasized about it since Monday.

"Yes, a bit."

"She tastes just heavenly. I can't wait for you to taste her! I tried to do with her what you did for me, but I don't have the man's touch. A woman knows how to please another woman, and should be able to get her off better than a man, most times, but she needs YOU to eat her properly. She wants to meet My Sweet Prince, but is too shy to ask.

"I think she's already earned the right to be in our bed, or however we can get together with her. Remember how we wanted to do something special for her for being so nice to us last weekend. This is just the thing. She's been told we're in no rush to invite her in with us. This will be a total surprise. She'll just die!'

"I like your thinking. Tell me more about her body."

"No! I've told you too much already. You need to see it to appreciate it. I only meant to tell you how wonderful she tastes, and that she's a delightful lover."

"OK. Now all we have to do is figure out a way to get together. We could take her on our walks — we should anyway. We might be able to do something then, but that would be just a quickie. Not good enough for first love. We had hours together that first afternoon on the couch. Let me think. I might come up with something."

"I know you will. Remember, we're leaving next week. We don't have much time left."

"We could have something as early as tomorrow. I have a couple thoughts. I just need to check it out. Did you talk to her about the virginity issue?"

"Yes. I told her exactly what you said. She was disappointed at first, but just like me, she was really touched by your concern for her. She really liked the 'cherry hunter' line. She loves you more than ever now."

"I'm glad. I don't want her to rush into that simply because she thinks it's a prerequisite of being part of us. She might meet another guy who she wants to give herself to. You only do that once. It doesn't grow back. You said she loves me more than ever now? What about you?"

Shameless fishing.

"Oh, David! I was worried at first that taking her to us would change how I feel. Not so. I'm as bad as Riekie. I just keep falling deeper for you all the time! You ARE the other half of my soul! Don't you ever forget that!"

Such passion! Just then someone called her back to the house. I was left alone with my thoughts again. Bob stopped by. He had been playing with the boys.

"Bob, remember that old barn we found? Do you recall if the roof was still up?"

"The one behind the woods over there?"

"Yup."

"Yeah, I think it was. I think most of the side boards are still on it, too. Why?"

"Just a thought."

"C'mon Old Buddy-Old Pal, this is me yer talkin' too. Are you lookin' for a quiet place to take Your Girls?"

"The thought crossed my mind. But I don't need an audience..."

"Waddaya think I am? I'm not an ol' Peepin' Tom pervert!" he was insulted.

"Sorry, Bud. Didn't mean it that way."

"OK! I thought you and Carol weren't ready to do anything with Riekie yet, aside from what they do on their own at night?"

"Yeah, well things change quickly sometimes, I guess. I left the decision up to Carol Anne. She informed me not five minutes ago, that the sooner the better. With women, Bob, I'm learning that sooner usually means today, now, and sometimes even yesterday."

"I see. Tell you what. Why don't we slip over there now, and check it out. If you need anything to make it comfy, we can haul it over there this afternoon if we have time. We might not. Opa told me to tell you they want to see you, Carol and Riekie some time today."

"I guess it's time to make our report for the weekend, eh?"

"Guess so."

"Well, let's go then. I'll just stop by the house and tell Carol Anne we're going to check something out. She'll know exactly what I'm talking about."

We went up by the house. I slipped in long enough to let Carol know we had gone exploring. If I found what I was looking for, we'd be back before lunch. Bob and I took off across the fields toward the old barn. We took the most direct route to save time. There was an old, kind of romantic trail that was less direct, with lovely old shade trees along the sides which I'd use if I took my girls over there. First we had to make sure the barn was suitable. A romantic tryst needs the right location... 

Bob and I cut across the fields and through the old sugar bush. We were at the old barn in less than ten minutes. We looked it over closely. From the side we approached, it looked difficult to get into the loft and mow area without a ladder. I didn't want anything so crude. We walked around behind. The barn was built into the side of a hill, very common for those old structures. On the far side of the barn, the hill was level with the upper story. The double sliding doors were slightly open, enough to slip in. We pushed, and managed to get them open a little farther. A person could now walk through them without squeezing or catching their clothes. We pushed again. The old rollers squalled in complaint, but they opened wide enough, three people could now enter side by side. Bob was reading my mind.

We snooped around inside. It was dry and cozy inside. We tested the floor. It was still sound. Wouldn't want one of My Girls to fall through and get hurt, now, would we? The siding boards on one end were mostly off. That mow was useless for my purposes. The wind and rain had ruined what hay there was. The other mow was a different story. The boards were all still in place. There was about two feet of soft, still sweet smelling hay. It was higher around the edges, forming a soft depression in the centre. It was perfect. We bounced a few times to test the structure. It was still solid. I pronounced it eminently acceptable.

Bob wanted to know what I needed. We would need some blankets to put over the hay. It was soft, but old hay can be prickly, too. Bob thought he knew where he could find some blankets. If he could get them, he'd run them over this afternoon while the girls and I were talking to the Koorstis's. Satisfied with our find, we headed back to the house. It hadn't taken us long to get over there, but with checking it out and planning what we needed, we were gone longer than we expected. We got back to the house just in time for lunch. When I saw Carol, I just gave her a thumbs-up. She grinned from ear to ear.

We had a lovely lunch. Once again, we all ate together. Kit kept us laughing with her jokes. She also kept stealing glances at My Girls and me as we giggled and had fun at the table. They had maneuvered it so I sat between them. I was holding hands with both under the table. My hands being occupied, they took turns feeding me. We made a game of it and had a lot of fun.

After lunch, I went down and sat by the lake. I took my Asimov book. I was waiting for the call to see Opa and company. I figured he wouldn't call us until Dolly went to town to do the weekly grocery shopping. Her trip the other day had just been to pick up stuff we were short on. She was taking the little guys, because we all said we had plans for the afternoon.

As I sat reading my book a slim pair of arms wrapped around me. A pretty blonde head looked over my shoulder and asked what I was reading. I showed her. Just like Carol this morning, she nibbled my ear, and kissed my neck lightly... 

"Mmmmm... This is so nice. David, I'm so happy you and Carol Anne took me to be with you. I've loved you for sure since the day you and Carol Anne took me back as a friend. I've longed to tell you, but didn't want to upset Carol Anne or you. Now I can tell you openly, and it feels so good. Carol Anne knows I'm here with you right now. When I told her I wanted a few minutes alone with you, she told me I didn't have to ask anymore. Is that right?"

"Of course it is, My Love."

She swooned.

"But I still think it's common courtesy to let each other know what we're doing. And which of the others we'll be doing it with. Are you OK with that?"

"Makes sense. All families should work like that."

I stood up and walked toward the beach. She came alongside and I slipped my arm around her. She melted into me. I stopped by the water and brought her to stand in front of me, facing away. I had my arms around her waist. It was a comfortable pose. I knew she had more on her mind as I kissed her on the neck.

"So, Little One (she really liked that endearment ever since we found her sobbing in panic), methinks you have something else on your mind."

She turned in my arms and faced me, hands on my upper arms.

"Carol Anne had a talk with me after we went to bed. By the way, she's delicious, isn't she? When she told me what it was about, I understood why you didn't want to talk about it in front of Bob. Thank you for not embarrassing me."

"I would never embarrass either of you knowingly. So what was this talk you two had?"

She squeezed my arms, and gave me a little punch. "Oh You! Must I draw you a picture?"

"Maybe. I know the general nature of the conversation, but I'm sorry I can't anticipate your questions, because that is surely why you're talking to me now."

"You're right. It's just I have a little trouble talking about... you know... sexual matters. Still that old nun bugging me. I think."

"You're 'way past that now. Just say what's on your mind. I want you to be as free and open as our Carol Anne is. Although, I must say, she's the most uninhibited person with me I've ever met. She says I bring out something in her that makes her totally free with me. Anyway, fire away Gridley."

"Ok. I'll try. Carol Anne told me you wouldn't take my v-v-virginity. Why not? I want you to."

"Riekie Scott, I didn't say I wouldn't outright. What I said was, I didn't want to rush into that. Carol Anne and I had a similar conversation about her. Your first time has to be perfect, not just a quick fuck in the heat of the moment.

"It may be that I am not the man you will want to do this thing with. I want you to give yourself to the one you feel deep down is your one true love. I know you are deeply in love with me right now, but am I really he? Then there's Carol Anne. She has laid personal claim to a certain part of my anatomy. She's not ready to share it in that way yet. It may be a long time before she is. Then there's the question of timing and even, to a certain extent, location. Only YOU will know when the time is right and the location is right. Only YOU will know when you are safe. We don't need you making a baby when you're getting ready to go to med school. It wouldn't make it impossible for you, but it would add difficulties you don't need.

"Then, if Carol Anne decides the time is right for her to share, it will happen. Guaranteed. I'm not a cherry hunter. Don't believe in it. I've already had one. That's more than any one man should expect, especially in today's world. You have remained a pure virgin for seventeen years. I have to respect you enough to know that keeping it this long has meant something to you, and that you always intended it for that special someone. Am I that someone? Part of me hopes so, but if I'm not, then for me to take it lightly would be a disservice to you. I love you enough not to hurt you with a moment's passion."

"William David Lloyd!"

Uh-oh!

"I've known since that day that I love you. I told myself then that if at all possible, you are the ONE. I'm just like Carol. I can't come near you without soaking my panties. I know Carol Anne has first dibs on you, and that part of you. I just want YOU to know it's yours and only yours.

"I know you will never love me the way you do Carol Anne. That love you two share is so special, only one in a thousand or maybe a hundred thousand finds it. I am content to live in the light of it, knowing that my own love for you approaches it. I love Carol Anne almost as much as I love you. Being able to share love in any degree with two like you, is priceless. So hear me, and hear me well. I am yours. My virginity is yours. And if we make a baby the first time, so be it! Such a child would be loved beyond measure. I will let you and Carol Anne know when the time is right and safe. Let's pray that SHE will be ready to share. Somehow, I think we'll both know, and I won't have to ask her."

I was stunned by her passion on this subject, amazed by her eloquence. I knew she loved me, but never dreamed it was that serious.

"M'lady, you humble me. Have you told Carol Anne this?"

"Yes. She told me I had to talk to you."

"Then, I am honoured. Have I told you today how much I love you?"

She started to cry a little.

"N-no!"

"Let me show you."

I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. We kissed long and deep. She melted in my arms. Her supple body pressed into me. When we broke the kiss, she looked deep into my eyes.

"That much, eh?"

We exchanged another passionate kiss. We felt another set of arms go 'round us, and warm lips kissing our faces. When we separated from our kiss, Carol kissed each of us deeply and passionately.

"Mom's gone shopping now. They want us."



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Chapter 22


We didn't know really what to expect from this meeting, with the aunts and grandparents but it couldn't be that bad. After all, they had helped Carol and I consummate our relationship. Carol had simply wanted to give me her virginity as a birthday present, but they had seen something more profound, and had planned an ancient rite of marriage. The gift would be given, but as a bride's gift to her groom, rather than a very special birthday present.

Carol and I did perform the rite with the help of Riekie, and to a lesser extent, Bob. To all intents and purposes, Carol and I were now married, at least in our eyes, and those of Bob and Riekie. Carol and I had then, just last night, taken the additional step of 'marrying' Riekie. We were now three, where the Koorstis's had planned for two. They didn't know for certain if we had performed the rite, and they certainly didn't know about Riekie yet, either. How they would take this, we weren't sure, but they had to know. Also, to the best of our knowledge, the youngest of the aunts, Tante Kit knew nothing at all.

Carol, Riekie and I walked into the Koorstis half of the house to meet with the aunts and grandparents. Their part of the house was smaller than the one we used. It had a small kitchen with no room for a table. The larger common room, where we were now, was furnished with a couch, two easy chairs, and a dining table. The table was to one side of the room. The couch and chairs were arranged loosely along the long wall facing the table.

Tante Pie and Tante Jo were seated on the couch, quite close together, lightly holding hands. Unlike their usual drab garb, today they were wearing light summer dresses similar to what Riekie and Carol wore. I mentioned before how much I like that type of dress. Their hair, usually done up quite severely, was today worn loose. They were actually very attractive women, when they wanted to be, it seemed. Their dresses showed that they had young-looking and still attractive figures, with quite nice legs... 

Because I had never seen them dressed and made up so casual, I took a closer look. The resemblance to My Girls was remarkable. Tante Pie, with her dark brown hair, closely resembled a forty-something Carol, and Tante Jo, in her lighter, almost blonde hair, looked like Riekie might at that same age. They really were attractive, and it was obvious that in their younger days, had been beautiful. I was stunned at their transformation. If My Girls looked that good at that age, I would be a happy camper indeed.

Then there were the rest. Tante Kit sat on the couch with her older sisters. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, also dressed in a light summer frock. Oma and Opa, dressed casually as only the elderly can, each sat in one of the comfortable chairs. They looked relaxed. But... nobody was smiling.

As we entered, holding hands, Opa waved us to three chairs lined up on the side of the dining table farthest from the couch, facing the rest of the room. Despite the aunts' casual dress, and everyone's relaxed demeanor, it looked like it might be an inquisition. My 16-year old brain started to imagine the worst. The girls noticed it too -- I felt their hands squeezing mine tighter, expressing their nervousness.

We sat, facing them, Riekie on my left, Carol on my right. As we sat, I saw the table was covered with a stained white cloth. With a start, I realized that it was that grungy sheet from our first rounds of uninhibited lovemaking, when I took Carol's virginity. I was confused and becoming even more nervous. I summoned the courage to speak.

"You folks wanted to see us?"

Opa laughed loudly and good naturedly. The women all smiled warmly. The level of tension dropped sharply.

"Yes, we want to talk to the three of you, but this is most definitely NOT an inquisition, as I see you fear from the expressions on your faces. Forgive us our little joke at your expense. It was perhaps a little cruel, no?"

"And just what, pray tell, would you like to talk to us about?"

I was a little annoyed at their joke, letting it show in the wording and tone of my question. The smiles faded. The girls both squeezed my hands, indicating I should lighten up. I tried again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude or abrupt, but we're not sure what you want with us."

"Well, My Boy, that should be obvious. We want to celebrate with you. That sheet is not there to accuse anyone of anything. It is displayed with pride and joy. But first, we have some questions. Please allow us a little curiosity."

At these words, the three of us relaxed a little more. We were still somewhat tense, because they didn't know about the addition of Riekie to our little family, and we were wondering about Kit's knowledge. She informed us straightaway, sensing our questions about her.

"Dave, and Carol, there are no secrets in this family. I know most of the story we're here to talk about, if that's concerning you. You can talk freely around and to me. I'm your friend and co-conspirator in this." She laughed delightedly, and my heart warmed toward her even more. "And let me be the first to openly congratulate you; that is, assuming the whole plan was completed?"

Riekie spoke up. "Everything went as planned, and then some. Carol and Dave exchanged their vows. They tied their bridal knot, even exchanged, or promised to exchange rings. If Dave had known more in advance, I'm sure he would have had a ring with him. Carol gave her gift with all the love we expected. It was received equally as lovingly. I am their Witness, and I say to you now, that their marriage was fully, <giggle> repeatedly, extremely enthusiastically, and noisily consummated. What I didn't see, I heard. I think half the township heard..."

Carol blushed and hung her head. I developed a shit-eating grin with my own blush.

Opa laughed so hard, I feared for his health. Oma chuckled and grinned, delighted. Tante Kit fell against Tante JO's shoulder, laughing. Tante Pie and Tante Jo looked at each other with huge smiles, and hugged each other tightly. Riekie's little speech had evidently pleased them all no end.

When they regained some composure, Tante Pie spoke.

"Then we can safely assume that this sheet that Opa has so proudly displayed is genuine proof?"

Carol, still blushing deeply, and unable to speak, simply nodded. "Y-yes."

A chorus of 'Well dones' and 'Very goods', along with Oma's emphatic "Ah! So!"

Tante Jo had one question for Riekie. "As their Witness, did you actually see proof of the act of consummation?"

Riekie was on a roll. "Oh yes! The evidence was copious and fresh! There was nothing else that could have made such a mess. They both seemed rather proud of themselves at creating such a mess."

Riekie seemed to be taking some delight in Carol's discomfort.

"Carol, despite her blushing now, was especially pleased, and displayed the evidence with pride and a certain -- how can I say it — indelicacy. She said, and I quote (uh-oh!) 'Isn't it the most amazing thing you ever saw? David says that's what a well-fucked pussy is SUPPOSED to look like. If it looks as amazing as it feels, then it must be fantastic.'! "

Beside me, I thought I could feel Carol trying to sink through her chair. I wasn't sure, trying to make myself invisible took all my own energy. Riekie had better be easy with Carol, I thought. She might not get her little 'party' with us after all.

Instead of being shocked or dismayed at the language, Riekie's audience just ate it up. The whole family surprised me no end with their bawdy sense of humour and fun. Tante Pie and Tante Jo actually squealed and giggled uncontrollably like a pair of schoolgirls, holding tightly to each other! I had never seen those two women so happy or full of enjoyment! They always seemed so straight-laced in their schoolmarm personas. I didn't know these two people!

Tante Kit was a 'snorter' when she laughed uncontrollably. She sounded like an old sow we once had. I laughed at her laughing. Oma's sides were shaking, the only outward sign aside from her broad, happy smile, that she was laughing. Opa threw back his head and roared his laughter. Riekie had started to giggle as well. Everyone was having fun except for poor Carol, it seemed, but as the laughter continued, even she saw the humour in Riekie's report, and started to giggle behind her hand.

As they got themselves back together, Opa motioned to Tante Kit. She rose from her seat, still laughing, and disappeared into the small kitchen. She reappeared with a full-size bottle of champagne and eight glasses. Opa took the bottle and opened it with a loud 'Pop!' He handed the bottle over to Kit, who then filled all eight glasses to the brim.

When he finally stopped laughing, tears were running down his cheeks. He started to speak as Kit served each of us a glass of the bubbly. She motioned us to stand and move to their side of the table.

"We have no more questions. I think if Riekie were to give any more reports, poor Carol would faint, but not before she strangled her sister. Does every one have a glass? I want to propose a toast to the happy couple..."

I interrupted him.

"Opa!"

I looked at My Girls. They nodded in agreement, but now it was Riekie's turn to blush a little.

"Before you go on, we have an announcement to make that may make you want to rethink what you were going to say."

The far side of the room suddenly developed serious faces. I think they thought I was going to back out on them, or something. It had only been a few days, so there was no way we were announcing a new baby. But... we were announcing an addition to the family, so I took that approach. I could have a little fun with them, too.

"Carol and I wish to announce an addition to our family..."

An incredulous chorus erupted of "So soon?" "How can they know so soon?" and the like.

"No," I laughed, "We're not pregnant, at least yet. But... last night we did add another member to our family."

I paused for effect.

"Last night, Carol Anne and I married Riekie, and Riekie married us. Bob was our witness. We are no longer a couple. We are a threesome. We adapted the ancient rite you taught us. We three are bound by the same knot that bound Carol Anne and me. Now I have two rings to buy."

A few seconds of stunned silence while this little tidbit of information sunk in. The three of us waited nervously for the explosion. There was one, but not what we had feared and half expected.

The three aunts all squealed at once, and as one, leapt to their feet and threw themselves into a jumble of arms and bodies as they launched themselves into a group hug. Hugging each other, they jumped up and down like teenagers and squealed again. I heard someone in that group declare "At last! The circle is complete!"

Opa literally danced a jig, spilling wine unconcernedly everywhere. Oma actually leapt to her feet and hugged herself! You had to see their display of joy to believe it! These people, who outwardly seemed so civilized and straight-laced, were cavorting like children over what amounted to a bigamous marriage, an anathema in our society! I really began to wonder what their social and even religious background had been in Europe.

When he slowed his dancing down enough to stop spilling his wine and could speak, Opa declared.

"Oh so much joy in our house today! We had hoped! We prayed! We did not dare suggest such a thing when we suggested the wedding plan to Riekie and Carol! We sensed Riekie's love for you, David, and her growing love for Carol. We suspected that you and Carol were coming to feel that way about Riekie too, even if you had not admitted it to yourselves yet. We suspected, but it was just too much to suggest. We had already asked a great deal of Carol to consider the ancient rite for the two of you. And yet, out of a clear blue sky, our prayers were answered! You did it on your own! Oh happy day in our house today!"

There were nods and happy smiles from the other four. The three of us just looked at each other, stunned. We had expected a reaction, but nothing like this! Who were these people we thought we knew?

Opa refilled his glass, preparing to make his toast.

"I have several toasts. I will keep them short, simple, and to the point. First, to the original couple, Dave and Carol. Congratulations on your marriage by the ancient rites. May your love remain pure and true. May your union be fruitful. To Dave and Carol!"

Everyone except Carol and I raised their glass and drank. "To Dave and Carol!"

"Secondly, to the happy, unexpected new union of Dave, Carol, and Riekie. Our warmest congratulations on your joint marriage, again by the ancient rites. May your mutual love continue to grow and deepen. May your union be fruitful. To Dave, Carol, and Riekie!"

Five glasses were raised and the toast made "To Dave, Carol, and Riekie."

"Finally, to someone very special. Welcome to Family Koorstis, David! To William David Lloyd, the newest member of our family! Welcome!"

Seven glasses were raised and drank from. "To David! Welcome!"

Carol finally got a chance to drink some wine. As the object of most toasts lately, she always had the fullest glass at the end of the toasts.

I spoke, filled with emotion and love for these people.

"On behalf of my partners, Carol Anne and Riekie, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. I want to propose a toast of my own. To the two most beautiful creatures in God's Creation, Carol Anne and Riekie. I publicly declare my undying love for you both! To My Girls... My Brides... My Wives! Carol Anne and Riekie! To the brides!"

All but Carol and Riekie raised their glasses and drank. The girls were beaming. "To the Brides!"

Carol and Riekie still had most of their wine. They each poured some into my almost empty glass.

Tante Kit, as the youngest Koorstis, proposed the final toast, eloquent in its simplicity.

"To our family! May its joy never end! To the family!"

We all raised our glasses. "To the family!" And emptied them. Opa threw his glass to the floor, where it shattered. Oma did the same, the rest of us following suit. That was the end of the toasts. I wondered who was going to clean up all the broken glass.

The family then moved to us for hugs all 'round. Tante Kit threw her arms around my neck and delivered me a gut-wrenching French kiss that compared favourably with any My Girls ever laid on me. My penis stirred. She felt it, and rubbed herself into it. The heat from her pussy was amazing. I was left speechless, and felt something deeper for this beautiful older woman stirring inside. When we broke the lip lock she whispered in my ear.

"How many times the first night?"

Carol overheard her. She also noticed my arousal. Wrapping her arms possessively around me, she proudly declared.

"Eight! No! Nine!"

Tante Kit stumbled back, feigning shock. Her eyes were full of admiration. "Ah! So!"

I just smiled. Let her think I was Superman! I knew I wasn't. SuperGIRL just hits the right buttons... 

Tante Pie and Tante Jo also surprised me by laying hot kisses on me. For ladies in their forties, to a 16-year old, this was unheard of behaviour. Then they turned and exchanged a very tender kiss between them. Those ladies were just full of surprises. I began to suspect there was more to their own relationship than met the eye. Carol noticed it too.

Finally, all the hugs and kisses were exchanged. I collected my brides and we faced the group with our arms around each other. In front of the group, to a round of applause, I kissed each of them passionately, and they exchanged a passionate kiss. We were extremely happy.

"Today, you have made three people very happy. When we came in here, we were expecting who knows what. We did expect questions regarding last weekend. We expected a lecture, maybe, on the perils of the future. We had no idea how you would react to our announcement about Riekie and us. To say we were, and remain, stunned at your overwhelming joy, would be a major understatement.

"Because of this, and your original assistance to Carol with her plan, I have but one question: why?"

Tante Pie spoke softly, with emotion. Her explanation was short.

"Years ago, Jo and I fell in love with a young man not unlike yourself. We thought we would be able to have a relationship similar to what you three now enjoy. Our parents knew about it, and at first were reluctant, but soon saw we were truly in love. They may not have actually encouraged us, but they gave us their full support.

"We were happy for a time. But our young man was driven from us. The whole family was distraught. We thought we'd never be happy again. Then Carol brought you here. We saw the total love and commitment you had for each other. We saw Riekie's unspoken love for you. After our own experiences, we knew what to look for, and this time, our parents not only supported, but encouraged the union. That you chose to go farther into a multiple union has delighted us.

"David, you impressed us with a wit and maturity beyond your years. You seemed to be a natural addition to our family. We decided early to help you in any way we could. When Oma overheard the girls talking, and heard Carol's plan to give herself to you, we knew the time was right, and although we had loved and lost, we felt we could somehow make things a little better for ourselves through you. To us, Carol and you were my young man and myself reborn. Riekie was Jo. Through you, our own love could be rekindled. Riekie and Carol have always been special to us. They are almost twins of our younger selves. We could not do anything else but help and encourage you. Does that answer your question?"

"More than enough."

Carol was full of curiosity. "Who was your young man, Tante Pie? This is the first we've ever heard of him."

"And the last, at least for now. Someday we may tell you the whole story, but not today. It is still too painful for us to dwell on much."

Tante Jo answered a discrete knock at the connecting door to our half. It was Bob.

"Bobby! You should have been with Dave and his brides! You have been such a big part of it. You missed a very happy time. Where were you?"

"I had an errand to run for a good friend."

He moved over toward me. He spoke low, for me only. I noticed Tante Pie speaking quietly to Carol while I spoke with Bob.

"Everything's ready. It's up to you now, Old Pal-Old Friend."

He grinned.

Oma got out a broom, tut-tutting over the broken glass on the floor. Opa handed Bob a glass of the bubbly.

"Quickly! Drink to the family and your friends, then break the glass on the floor before Oma gets it all swept up!"

Bob must have been thirsty after his afternoon's labour at the old barn. He said his toast, drained his glass in one gulp, and smashed it on the floor. Oma resumed her sweeping, humming happily to herself.

We took Oma's cleaning as our signal to break it up. We hugged everyone tightly, and left to our own half of the house. As we were leaving, Opa pressed something into my hand.

"You may have more use for these than me."

I glanced at what he had given me — a box of condoms!

We had just nicely got back over to our own half when Dolly and the little guys arrived back from their grocery shopping trip to town. The boys ran into the house whooping and hollering about all the neat things they'd done in town. Apparently Mommy had allowed them to shop for some small toys, and had bought them ice cream cones. Those small things made their trip to town special for the little guys.

Bob and I unloaded the car for Dolly, and carried the groceries into the house to be stowed. Dolly noticed the smell of alcohol on our breath.

"Where did you boys get the booze? You know I don't mind letting you split a beer now and then, but I won't have you sneaking it." (Dolly Scott gave me my first beer.)

"We didn't sneak anything, Dolly. Opa gave us all a glass of wine this afternoon. He was feeling pretty good about something, and called us all in for a drink. We would have asked you if it was OK, but you weren't here."

"I wonder what my father was so happy about, he gave you kids wine? Although it doesn't surprise me. We were all raised on a little wine. That's one of the differences we noticed between Europe and Canada."

"Dunno, you'll hafta ask him."

She let it drop, thankfully, and rushed off to get supper ready, dragooning Riekie to help. Bob took the little guys down to the beach to play in the sand. I was about to follow them when Carol slipped her arm through mine and dragged me around the other side of the house, saying we just had to talk.



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Chapter 23


"So what's so important you drag me behind the house?"

I was feeling pretty good from the happy outcome of our meeting, and maybe just a little under the influence of the champagne... The girls had each given me over half of theirs, and they were big glasses. It was the most I'd ever drunk at one time.

"I didn't want anyone to overhear us, including Riekie. It's about her."

"What? Is she dying or something?"

I got a hard punch in the arm and a stern look for my foolishness.

"Did you see Tante Pie talking to me just after Bob came in?"

"Yes, I did."

"She wanted to know if we had 'consummated' with our new wife, especially if you had. I told her not yet, because you and I were still learning about each other, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to share that part of you yet. I told her we had explained it to Riekie when we married her, but as a surprise, we were going to have some fun with her tomorrow, just not going all the way."

"I think I smell something brewing here. What else did she say?"

"She said if we didn't go all the way with Riekie, that we, and especially me, were being selfish, in spite of our reasoning. She said 'You both married Riekie. She is fully entitled to everything that goes with that, including her husband's full attention in the bed. Riekie will not think she is fully married until she gives herself to David, and he takes her.' You know how formal she can sound. She scared me a little, David. She was so intense about it. When I asked her why she was so concerned, she looked so sad! She said she thought her own unwillingness to share her young man with Tante Jo may have had something to do with his disappearance, and she didn't want something like that to happen to us."

"This old relationship of theirs is getting more mysterious all the time. I wonder if we'll ever hear the full story. Anyway, did you not tell her we were as worried about getting pregnant with Riekie as we were with you, and that we want to make sure it's safe?"

"Yes, but Tante Pie said if we all really do love each other, it was worth the risk. She told me Opa gave you something to look after that. What did Opa give you, David?"

I showed her the box of condoms, and told her Opa thought I might have more use for them than him.

"Now I understand. That's their way of telling us to get on with it! Eeewww! I'm glad I didn't need them my first time. Just the thought of covering Sweet Prince in rubber, and not feeling his Precious Stuff on your first time would make me not want use it. I don't think Riekie is going to like that either, especially after I've been telling her how good it feels."

"I'm with you, Sweetheart. I hope we don't have to use them either. I imagine they deaden all those wonderful sensations. You and I should try one sometime to see what it really feels like, though. I don't want to use them with Riekie on her first time. It's way too special to use a condom. I think it makes me look like a horny sailor just going for a quick fuck, which isn't fair to Riekie at all. She is really looking forward to her first time being very romantic and sensual, and I think she'd feel cheated if it wasn't."

"Yeah! She's got this notion that someday, when she gives the signal that she's safe, you'll sweep her off her feet and gently seduce her. She's not like me where I decided I wanted to give it to you and was going to do it whatever it took. Not that I don't like romance too. She just has a, how do I say it, softer fantasy."

"Don't be too sure about that! Riekie told me in no uncertain terms, just after lunch, that her virginity was mine, and mine alone, and that she meant for me to have it — period, full stop. OK, Dear Heart, you've told me Tante Pie, and I'm sure the others, from Opa's little gift, want us, me specifically, to make love with Riekie, regardless of the risk, as soon as possible. I understand that. What do you think?"

"I can't argue with Tante Pie's reasoning, especially about Riekie feeling cheated as a wife until it happens. That isn't fair to Riekie. I claimed First Wife status, which makes her Second Wife, but I only meant that as I was literally the first one to get you. It doesn't mean she's any less important. I think, no, I KNOW you should do it as soon as possible. Tomorrow, we already planned a little extra for her, we'll just take it the extra step.

"I know Riekie can hardly wait. She told me this morning, 'The time is RIGHT, Carol Anne. Won't you let me be with David?' Then she went to talk to you, and you just told me what she said. She wants it, and she wants it yesterday. She was more than a day later than me finishing her last period. I finished mine last Sunday morning, just in time to give you your 'present'. It ran so long, I was afraid it wouldn't finish in time. Riekie finished hers on Monday, so she should still be fairly safe tomorrow. I think I might be too, but I don't want to push our luck. SHE thinks she's safe, so she wants to do it. She's going to bug me about it every month, you know, until I finally say it's OK. 'Sides, as Tante Pie pointed out it's her RIGHT, and I think Riekie is starting to realize that. We can't deny her that, even if it means we risk making a baby."

"So, tomorrow is Ok with you? It's a lot sooner than we planned, but Tante Pie is absolutely right. You and I pride ourselves so much on doing the right thing, we should have seen this from the beginning and been prepared. Tante Pie is also right that until we do take Riekie to us completely, she is less than a full wife and will resent us for that less-than-equal status.

"So now we agree that Tante Pie is right, and we've agreed it will be tomorrow as part of our surprise for her, what I want to know now is how do you feel about it, not just what you think."

"Simply, the time IS right. Riekie deserves it. It is her right, not a privilege, as our wife. I can't deny that. How do I actually feel? I want you to do her. I've been fantasizing about watching it. And I want her to see US doing it, too. I get really wet thinking about that one. I guess I'm an exhibitionist, but only with you guys. I think it would be so hot! Remember what I told you this morning about how sweet she is as a lover, and how I couldn't wait for you to taste her? "

"And what if Riekie wants some privacy for her first time? Because of the type of fantasy you've told me she's built up around her first time, she may want it to be very private, so she can savor the moment. Remember, we had total privacy. Doesn't she deserve the same consideration? Can you handle that?"

"Yeah! You actually took the words out of my mouth. There we go thinking the same thing again! I said I'd like to see it, because I think it would be so hot, but if Riekie wants and needs privacy for her first time, I understand. It is a very special time for any girl, and it should be as good as it can be. I don't have a problem with that, and if that's the case, I'll find something to do while you take her away and have your way with her, you lecher, you.

"I know there's lots left for me, both of Sweet Prince and your love. Nothing changes that. I'll find some way tonight of asking her how she feels about her privacy, and find some way to let you know before tomorrow. And just what IS tomorrow's plan? We keep talking about doing 'it' tomorrow, but I don't have a clue what you have in mind. Give, Mister!"

"Carol Anne, my first love! One day when we were exploring, Bob and I found an old barn that nobody uses anymore. I thought when we found it, that it would be a great place to take a girl for some really heavy make-outs, and a wonderful place for a seduction."

I got an evil look and a punch.

"It's a guy thing, I guess. Anyway, after we talked this morning, and decided to give Riekie a treat, Bob and me went back to check it out. Bob went over there again this aft' while we were at Opa's and set it up with some blankets, so we wouldn't be too obvious leaving the house tomorrow carrying a lot of extra gear. It also helps keep it a surprise for Riekie.

"Now, we have to figure out a way for the three of us, or possibly just Riekie and me, to be away from the house for at least the whole afternoon without causing your mother concern. The others might notice, but aren't going to say anything. I think, even if Riekie wants her privacy, we should at least be seen to leave as the three of us. For me to wander off alone with Riekie is so unusual, it would definitely cause your mother to pay attention. She's the only one we have to be careful of. And we don't want to ruin the surprise for Riekie, even though she's getting what is rightfully hers."

"You're thinking too much, David. The three of us are going for a picnic. We may not be back until dark. We're big kids now. Even Mom said so. I'll suggest a picnic to Riekie, as if I just came up with the idea. I may have to work on her a bit by suggesting it will be one of our last chances to be alone before we go home, which is true. Leave that up to me. I'll have her invite you in front of Mom to go on a picnic with us tomorrow. We'll even invite Bob, but he must refuse, so you give him the word as soon as you can. He's in on this so far now anyway you should tell him what's up. And... it will be a real picnic. We'll pack a nice picnic lunch and maybe even a supper, and take it with us."

"That's a wonderful idea! I just knew I loved you for more than a gorgeous, sexy body! What's the dress? Can I make a suggestion?"

"This is a picnic, David, not a formal affair! What's the dress?! You're funny!"

Carol laughed hard at that.

"I was going to suggest to you that both of you wear your nicest, form-fitting frocks, and that you both, or at least Riekie, wear panties for a change. I think her fantasy will work best for her that way. She wants to be seduced from a position of total innocence. It allows her to be the truly demur virgin. The panties are the last item covering and 'protecting' her treasure. 'Sides! I like the idea of completely unwrapping that package! It's one of my fantasies, too! I think that's a common one for most guys. And as you know, I have a real thing for those summer dresses. I think they are probably the sexiest garment ever designed for the female body."

"Oh my! Aren't we the romantic one? I love it! To put a little spice in it, I think I'll get her in the tub for a bath in the morning. That'll give me a chance to tease her a little, and get her thinking really sexy, not that she needs much of that around you! She's worse than me for that, although I think I was that bad at first, too. A bath will make sure she's fresh, too."

"You're one devious person! I'm glad you're on my side!"

I pulled her to me, and we exchanged a very hot kiss, just as supper was called. As we parted, she added an aside.

"You better bring those rubbers with you, just in case... She will want to go bare back, I'm sure, but if she's scared, she might want you to use one."

"OK."

We rounded the house, heading for supper. We met Bob and the little guys coming back from playing at the beach. I pulled Bob aside for minute.

"What happened to you? I thought you were going to help me with the little guys."

"Carol Anne waylaid me, wanting to talk about tomorrow with Riekie. If one of them invites you on a picnic with us tomorrow, beg off. Tell her you have plans with Opa or something, and make sure your mom hears it. If you use Opa as your cover for begging off, go to him tomorrow and explain what's happening. He'll know what to do to keep you looking busy."

"OK."

Our tryst with Riekie was set, that is, as long as Riekie herself didn't have other plans for the day we didn't know about, and if the weather cooperated... Bob and I went in to supper.

After supper, Bob and I hung around the house reading, not unusual for us. Dolly sat at the table, reading and enjoying an after dinner drink. She allowed herself one screwdriver or glass of wine a day. The girls did the washing up. We heard all kinds of giggling and chatter. Riekie came out at one point and asked her mother if it would be OK if they went on a picnic tomorrow. They might be gone all day.

Dolly said "Sure, but shouldn't you ask the boys, too?"

Riekie then invited Bob and me on their picnic. Bob, of course, declined, saying Opa had some chores for him tomorrow. I, of course, accepted, although I demurred a bit, saying I thought I should stay and help Bob. Bob said for me to go with the girls. Opa only needed one person. The game was afoot!

Later that night, as we got ready for bed, the girls and I got our usual admonishment from Dolly:

"You three get to your beds — your own beds!"

I still think that woman knew or suspected what was going on the whole time. She was a Koorstis, after all. They didn't keep secrets among themselves. She just had to play dumb because of Bob Sr., I think. There was no activity around the bathroom in the middle of the night, either. I didn't need to get up to jerk off because I knew I was going to get the real thing tomorrow.

Saturday dawned bright and beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky. Rainy weather was the only real thing that would have spoiled our day. We had a magnificent summer that year. In all the time we spent at the cottage, there was only one rainy day. We weren't short of rain -- it just came in the form of late night thunder showers. That whole summer seemed like it was charmed.

The girls were up extra early, before anyone else. They made up our picnic basket, and had breakfast ready for all of us, which delighted Dolly. As I came to table, each girl presented themselves for their morning kiss. We had become very open in our mutual affection, so Dolly just rolled her eyes skyward. Carol snuggled and whispered to me that Riekie didn't care if Carol saw us making love or not, that she got her privacy in the intimacy of the moment. She also thought she might get a little thrill from it. Riekie whispered when she snuggled that we were going to have a simply wonderful time today, and ground her pelvis into me to emphasize her point.

We weren't leaving for our picnic until late morning, so Bob and I went for a swim to freshen up. Despite my romantic adventures with Carol in that old tub, I still didn't care for it, and bathed in the lake whenever possible. Then we took the little guys fishing. They had a ball catching sunfish. Iain caught a nice smallmouth bass. Bob and I were kept busy baiting hooks for them. They weren't afraid to handle worms. We were afraid they might stick themselves with the sharp hooks.

Carol called me from the house.

"David! We're ready to go now! If you're still coming with us, get a move on!"

"Be right there!" I finished putting a worm on Sandy's hook and strolled back to the house.

The girls already had the basket out, and were waiting for me at the start of the trail. Dolly was on the step, to see us off. I slipped into the house to grab my stash of rubbers. As I was coming back out, Dolly stopped me, and leaned in to speak softly.

"What's come over Your Girls? They're acting a little strange. Do you know what they just did?"

"No, waddaya mean strange?"

"They took a bath."

"So?"

"Together! I haven't seen or heard of anything like that in years. Not since..."

Her face took on a far away look and a smile of remembrance. Then she shook her head.

"No, it couldn't be... Forget what I said. I must talk to Pie..."

She just sort of trailed off, and wandered back into the house. She'd forgotten all about us, lost in some old memory.

I joined the girls. They were dressed in very similar summer frocks that showed off their feminine charms. Both dresses came to about 4 inches above the knee. They were full in the skirt, draping over those young hips just so. The bodices were a snug fit, and hugged their beautiful breasts, with just a hint of décolletage. Riekie's buttoned down the front. Carol's had a zip in the back. I was mesmerized by the sight of them.

One would be hard pressed indeed to choose between them -- brown haired Carol with a hint of red, that made her hair glow, and flaxen-haired Riekie. They were equally lovely, yet different too. I was madly in love with both of them -- a fiery passion for Carol, and a softer, more mellow love for Riekie. Again, equal but different. I was really amazing myself with my capacity for love. Sixteen year olds are always falling in or out of love, but this was not like that. There were times when I felt a lot older than my sixteen years. The circumstances and decisions that had fallen on me were very unusual for someone my age.

Carol asked. "So, David. We have a picnic basket all packed and no real idea of where to go to have our picnic. Any ideas?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I think you'll like it. Up for a little stroll? It shouldn't be more than a half hour to forty five minutes, walking real easy."

I was handed the basket, and two arms were linked into mine as we started down the old trail we used for our walks. Once again, I was king of the world, strolling along linked with the two most beautiful girls in the world.

About five minutes in, we came to the tree-lined old road that led to the old barn. Neither of them had ever been down this way before, so it was an adventure for them regardless of the outcome for the rest of the day. The entrance to the old road was a little overgrown, and easy to miss. I set the basket down while I held the branches aside, and helped them step through. I turned to get the basket. As I retrieved the picnic basket and turned to face them, I noticed the top one or two buttons of Riekie's dress were undone. There was a lot more teenaged breast showing than before. She was trying to seduce me!... And it was working.

The old road immediately opened up into a tree-lined tunnel. The late morning sun filtering through the leaves overhead dappled the path. The path itself was soft with years of old leaves. The air was cool with a hint of a breeze. It was a rather magical and romantic spot. Both girls exclaimed.

"Why David! It's beautiful, so romantic! Where does it go?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out. That's part of the adventure. It would spoil the fun if you knew where an old road went. The fun is in finding out."

Carol skipped on ahead. Riekie took advantage, and snuggled into my free side as we strolled up the old trail. My arm was comfortably around her supple waist. She laid her head on my shoulder as we walked. I had a fabulous view into the top of her dress. She wasn't exposing her nipples, but I could see the full curve of her pert boobies. I had been 'married' to this lovely creature for almost forty eight hours, and had yet to see or touch her except for cupping her warm buttocks through the light material of her dress as we embraced.

I was mentally kicking myself for a fool. Tante Pie was right. How could I, or Carol and I, deny this wonderful creature her rights as my wife? Today we would fix that terrible oversight and injustice. After today, our threesome would be absolutely complete.

Riekie and I paused along the trail to admire some wild flowers while Carol poked around up ahead. She was really getting into the exploration thing. Riekie turned her face up in silent supplication. I bent my lips to hers and we exchanged a very tender lovers' kiss. It wasn't one of those torrid French jobs, but it still managed to get my penis stirring. Riekie pulled me closer as both arms came fully round my neck. It was obvious from the tenderness and passion in her kiss that she was living her fantasy. I enjoyed that kiss immensely -- it wasn't demanding, but full of promise.

"Get a room!"

We broke slowly from that magical kiss, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Riekie had stars in her blue orbs. I think I did too. That kiss and that gaze told me just how much this girl loved me, and how much I had come to love her. I knew then I wanted to be with her forever. For now, I just basked in the glow of her love, given freely and without restriction.

We turned toward the sound of Carol's voice. Riekie asked.

"W-what?"

"I said, get a room! You guys are too hot to be doing that in public."

She then ran happily up and threw her arms around us.

"That was a beautiful thing to see."

She kissed us both lightly on the lips. I felt a hand quickly squeeze my butt. I instinctively jerked my hips forward. I think Riekie had a similar experience, as her hips suddenly jerked forward. Our pelvises pressed suddenly, and forcefully together. She got a good poke from my erection, and I felt intense heat from her mons.

Carol skipped away from us again. She was like a child in her enthusiasm to explore and play. She climbed one of the old stone fence walls that ran between the trees, and did a precarious-looking balancing act walk to the next tree. She jumped down, her dress billowing up, revealing those fabulous thighs and a flash of sexy panty. Riekie and I laughed at her antics.

Riekie and I resumed our stroll, following a cavorting Carol. At about what I felt to be the half-way point, I called a rest because the picnic basket was getting heavy. There as a low spot in one of the walls, forming a natural seat. I moved to it, set the basket down, and sat on the stones. Carol came skipping back wondering what the holdup was. I explained about the picnic basket.

As I sat, Riekie just stood close to me, her right hand on my left shoulder, leaning in a little close, letting me rest. I couldn't resist. From this position, my hand easily reached below her knee. Almost absently, I caressed the back and inside of her right leg from below her knee up her thigh to just below her buttocks. Her skin was incredibly smooth and warm. As my hand moved up the back of her thigh under her hemline, fingers curved to stroke the more tender inner flesh, I felt her tremble. Her hands tensed and relaxed on my shoulder. As my hand went a little higher under her dress, she shifted her weight slightly, allowing her thighs to part so my fingers could move higher, but then my hand retreated back down her leg, fingers trailing lightly. I let my hand trail up and down her leg and thigh like this a few more times. The heat of her skin increased, and her breathing got faster. Each time my hand got to the highest point of its caress, and started back down, she shuddered a little and moaned softly. I glanced at her pretty face. She was staring into space, biting her lower lip. This was the most intimate contact we'd ever shared.

I heard Carol returning from one of her forward forays. I let my hand fall away from Riekie's leg. Carol was skipping like a six-year old, and singing a happy little ditty. She skipped up to us. I was thoroughly impressed with Carol. She was letting this be all for Riekie. She was the one along for the ride, and she was happy doing it.

"You guys gonna sit here all day? "

"Nope, I'm better now. Let's move on. I'll be glad when we get to the picnic spot, though; this basket just keeps getting heavier. What did you guys pack in here, canon balls?"

I stood up, stretching a bit. Riekie stepped into my arm. Carol had moved up fairly close. I slipped my free arm around her waist and pulled her to me. I kissed her almost as tenderly as Riekie had kissed me. Carol melted into me. The kiss was warm and sweet, open mouth, with just a hint of tongue. As I released her, she looked into my eyes. I looked into hers, those gorgeous blue orbs that owned my very soul. There were stars there, too.

"I love you, Carol Anne."

"I love you too, David."

Then she giggled, twisted gently out of my arm and ran a few steps ahead.

"C'mon lazy bones, lets get moving."

I picked up the basket, pulled my lover closer, gave her a small, tender kiss, and followed after Carol. Riekie walked like she was in dreamland. We were all having a very good time in our own way, but I think Riekie was enjoying it the most. I later found out, during one of those warm and fuzzy post-coital quiet time conversations all true lovers enjoy, that part of her seduction fantasy included a tree-lined path very like the one we were on.

I stopped again a few minutes later. We weren't far from the old barn. I set the basket on the ground, and pulled Riekie into both my arms. I kissed her again, very tenderly. She responded by molding that delightful body to mine. As I released her from the kiss, and we stood gazing at each other, I asked.

"Having a good time so far?"

"Mmmm-hmmm. David, I love you so much. You always seem to know what turns me on, even when you're not trying to. It's absolutely beautiful here."

"Glad you like it. Does that mean I can have another of those delightful kisses, or are they rationed?"

"You can have as many as you like."

"One'll do for now."

She reached her lips up to mine, and blew me away with a mix of tenderness and passion. She gave me just enough tongue to tease and incite. I had a full blown hard-on poking out the front of my shorts when we broke. She rubbed her pelvis into me playfully and giggled softly.

"Somebody liked that kiss, I think."

Still holding her gaze, I brought my left hand up to her right breast, cupped it and squeezed gently.

"I think somebody else does, too."

She gasped as I felt her breast quicken and harden. She made no attempt to remove my hand.

I retrieved the basket, and we resumed our journey. Soon the old barn appeared around a bend. In the early noonday sun, it shone. Though derelict, it had a charm and beauty born of age. Carol came bouncing back to us, her delectable boobies jiggling delightfully.

"Is that our picnic spot?"

"Yes, My Love."

Instead of running off in front again Carol moved to Riekie's free side, and they slipped an arm 'round each other. Three abreast, we approached the old barn. I led them around to the back, and we entered through those double doors Bob and I had pried open.



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Chapter 24


It was a little shaded and cooler inside the old barn. This upper level of the barn was bright and airy, with a light breeze moving through. It was very comfortable inside. We explored a bit. Carol found the mow where Bob was supposed to lay out some blankets and squealed in delight.

"C'mere you guys! I think I found the perfect spot!"

We joined her. Bob had outdone himself. A double thickness of blankets covered the hay for about half again the size of a modern king-size bed. He had found some old crates, and spread them around the area to serve as tables. Each had an old-fashioned kerosene lamp on it that he must have found in the old stable below. It looked cozy indeed. Before any of us stepped onto the blankets, we all kicked off our shoes.

Riekie was delighted.

"It's like a play house."

I think she sensed that all this was staged just for her. She and Carol moved all around the area, looking at this and commenting on that. They had soon explored the whole small area.

Riekie stood in front of me, hands clasped behind her back, thrusting those beautiful breasts upward and out. She was rocking on the balls of her feet. In a wonderful little girl voice, batting those beautiful blue eyes like a little girl, she curtsied and asked:

"Would 'ou like some lunch, Sur?"

"That would be very nice, Little One."

She melted at the use of her favourite endearment.

"Please have a seat, Sur. I will serve your lunch in just a min-ute."

I sat down on the blanket. The two girls busied themselves at the picnic basket. They had prepared quite a feast. Soon, Riekie approached me with a plate filled with various goodies. She curtsied prettily again, holding the plate out to me in both hands.

"Your lunch, Sur."

"Thank you, Young Miss."

I took the plate from her graciously. Riekie then skipped off happily to fix her own plate. I couldn't wait, and started mine. I know it was a little rude not to wait for the girls to finish fixing their own plates, but I was so hungry, my stomach thought my throat had been cut. Breakfast seemed like forever ago. I noticed a form in front of me. I looked up.

Riekie, still in her little girl character was standing in front of me, her small hands holding her plate like a child would. She even managed to make herself look a little knock-kneed. She offered a shy smile.

Carol watched, fascinated and amazed, from across the blanket, sitting Indian style, thighs open and brazenly showing her sexy white panties, her dress shamelessly hiked up her thighs. I don't think she'd ever seen her sister play act like this. She was trying hard not to break up laughing and spoil the mood, but it was a struggle. She grinned from ear to ear.

"C-can I sit w-with you Mis-ter?"

"Of course, Little One. Do you need some help?"

"Nope. I can sit down all by my-self."

With that, she turned to face the same way as me and plunked into the same pose as Carol. Carol was getting the same view up her dress as I was of Carol. As she sat, her dress hiked way up her thighs. I caught a flash of lacy white panties in her crotch. She glanced down and giggled.

"Oops! My mom-my al-ways tells me I shouldn't show off my pan-ties."

Nothing like making a man want to take a closer look by drawing attention! I should have politely looked away. Instead I craned my neck around, and took a good look. Her crotch showed a wet spot, and you could see blonde curls around the edges. Her prominent mons was made more so by the obvious cushion of her luxuriant bush. I licked my lips in appreciation and anticipation.

"They're really very pretty panties, Little One, but your mommy is right: you shouldn't show them off to just anybody."

"I like show-ing them to YOU, Mis-ter. You're not just any-body, a-are you?"

I don't know how she did it, but Riekie gave me the most endearing look of little girl innocence as she said that. If I closed my eyes, I could easily believe she really was that little girl.

"No, Dear, I'm not just anybody. My name is not Mister, it's David."

"Da-vid? I like that! My name is Hen-drie-ka, but you can call me Rie-kie... all my friends do."

She flashed me that dazzling little girl smile and batted her eyes.

"Riekie... that's a VERY pretty name, Little One. Does that mean I am your friend, now?"

She gave me another beaming little girl smile, and wrung her hands prettily.

"Yas, Da-vid. You're my friend! Am I YOUR friend now?"

"Yes you are, and thank you, Riekie. I don't want to seem rude, but shouldn't you do as your mommy says, and pull your dress down a little? I don't mind. They ARE very pretty panties, but some bad man might try to do bad things to you and hurt you if he saw them."

"Oh. O-kay. I would-n't want no bad mans to hurt me. YOU would-n't hurt me, would you, Da-vid?"

"I'd never hurt YOU, Little One. You're my friend, but please pull your dress down."

"O-kay..."

She straightened her legs out in front, causing her dress to rise farther up those sexy thighs. She drew even more attention to herself by clumsily trying to pull it down and still hold onto her plate little girl fashion. You know, a girl shows more leg in a bathing suit: the view from toe to crotch is full length. Nice view, usually, certainly, but not a real cock throb. But... put those same legs under a dress or skirt, and show just a little, and you have a man's undivided attention. How is that?

Riekie's little girl attempt to pull her dress down only partly succeeded. She bent over and looked at her crotch. She pointed her toes inward and played toesy with herself, as kids do. She looked at me with another of those big smiles, her huge eyes full of innocence and excitement, and shrugged her shoulders.

"There! That will just hafta do! Is that o-kay now, Da-vid?"

Stifling a laugh, I nodded.

"That's much better, Little One. Now don't you think you should eat your lunch? The rest of us are almost done. We can't play until everyone is finished eating."

She wiggled her bum over closer to me, so she was sitting touching my arm, and started to eat, picking at her food like any child.

I continued eating my meal, Riekie's shoulder touching mine. Carol sat on the far side of the blanket, eating hers, and occasionally watching us, trying valiantly not to laugh. While we ate, Riekie kept up the little girl chatter, making little childish remarks about what she liked and didn't like on her plate.

I finished my lunch. Carol finished hers, got up and put her plate by the basket. Riekie's plate was only half done, messed about like a child's. She set it on the blanket, an arm's reach away.

"There! A-a-ll done! I don't like the rest!"

She spoke with the finality only kids can muster.

Carol, getting a little into the act, from her position by the picnic basket asked:

"Riekie, would you and your new friend like some dessert and a drink?"

"Yes, please."

"Oh! Can we pleeese? Pretty please?"

Carol poured two small glasses of a cold drink from a thermos, and brought them too us. Riekie took her drink in both hands. She drank it down in two big gulps, burped daintily, and grinned delightfully.

"Ex-cuse me."

"Certainly."

Carol went back to the basket, and produced a bowl of strawberries.

"You'll have to share them."

"Thank you, we don't mind. Riekie, would you like me to show you how to eat strawberries like big people do?"

"Oh, yas, Da-vid! Please show me how big people eat straw-berries!"

She giggled and bounced up and down, clapping her hands. I finished my drink. Riekie watched me expectantly, big blue eyes sparkling. I took a strawberry and slowly ate it, exaggerating how good it tasted. She continued to look at me with those big blue eyes. She licked her lips sensuously. I took another strawberry and placed it to her lips. Her tongue came out and tasted it, then sort of wrapped around it, savoring the whole berry. Her lips opened, and she gradually sucked it in about half way. She made a very sensual production out of sucking and eating that strawberry. It was extremely erotic. I fed her three or four more berries that way. I put a berry between my lips, and offered it to her. We kissed that berry to a pulp. We broke long enough to swallow our halves.

"Little One, may I show you how to kiss like big people do?"

Her eyes got big as saucers. She wrung her hands in front of her. She dropped her head, and looked up at me from under batting lashes. The pose was priceless.

"I-I don't know... my mommy says I shouldn't kiss strangers."

"I'm not a stranger anymore, am I? I thought you said I was your friend?"

"You ARE my friend!"

"Well then, don't you think it would be alright to kiss a friend?"

"I guess so..."

She said it with that air of resignation kids use when an adult gets them to do something they don't think will be fun. Then she made her small hands into fists, and locked her arms to her sides. She puckered her lips and turned her head up, extended slightly forward, in that exaggerated way all little girls do when they have to kiss that awful boy for the school play.

"Not like that, Little One, here, let me show you. Now relax, and just do what I do."

I slid my right arm around her shoulder. I leaned her back as my face came close to hers. Riekie fell back against the hay, my face pressed to hers, beginning a very passionate kiss. Still in her role-play, Riekie at first kept her eyes tightly closed and acted stiff, as if she didn't know how. I teased her lips with my tongue, and she slowly relaxed. Then she melted a bit more and started to participate. Well into it now, she got that tongue sucking magic going, and I thought my head would explode.

As we kissed, my left hand found her right breast. I cupped and squeezed. Her eyes flew open and she broke the kiss.

"Is that part of a big people kiss, Da-vid?"

"Yes, Dear, it is."

"Goodie! I like this part!"

I heard a snort from somewhere across the blanket.

I resumed the passionate kiss, and fondled her breast some more through her dress. My hand moved to her buttons and I slowly undid them all. As the bodice fell open, I slid my hand onto her breast. Her skin was on fire. Riekie's right breast quickened and hardened almost instantly and I felt the hard point of her nipple against my palm. I tweaked the small nubbin of her nipple with my fingers. She gasped. I moved my hand to her left breast and did the same. She gasped again. Both breasts were now fully erect. I had to see and kiss and suck these delectable morsels! I broke from our passionate French kiss and traced little nibbling kisses down over her throat toward her luscious boobies.

I lowered my head to her right breast, and gazed intently at that wonderful mound of feminine flesh. Her luscious boobies were about the size of a grapefruit, firm, sitting proudly on her ribs with no sag. The roseates were a lovely shade of pink, with darker pink, small nipples erect in the centre. Riekie's breasts were more rounded than Carol's, which were of a more conical shape. The two girls were equally beautiful in their difference. I bent my head, and kissed the nipple of her left breast. My left hand worked her right, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple.

I looked to Riekie's face. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. She was breathing hard. Her hands loosely twined in my hair, holding me to her breast. I tongued the roseate, and gave a playful nip at her nipple. She jumped and gasped. Her hands pressed me tighter to her breast. I sucked and chewed. Shockwaves started to move through her body. I tweaked her right nipple again. She shuddered. I shifted my position, freeing my right arm from beneath her, rising up a bit, so I could get both hands working her breasts. She was soon gasping and moaning in pleasure.

As I tweaked both nipples and massaged both breasts, her whole body started to convulse. Her moaning got louder and more continuous; her hips churned. As I teased those magnificent young breasts with my hands, my lips caressed her throat, ears, eyes, and the tip of her nose. Her moans deepened, her head moved from side to side, and her hips thrust more violently. She started gasping as her hips bucked feverishly. She was getting near. I squeezed both breasts suddenly, firmly. She arched her back, thrusting them into my hands. I took a nipple between the fingers of each hand. I pinched and pulled. Her hips lurched suddenly upward then slammed down. She gasped and yelled. She came hard, and loud.

"OH! OH! David!"

Riekie's body was wracked by several spasms then she gradually started to wind down, the occasional shudder rocking her. I heard a small noise. Carol had moved up quietly close to us, and was watching very intently, eyes smoldering. I mouthed a small kiss to her.

Riekie was coming down from her orgasm, but I didn't want her down all the way. I kissed her passionately then returned my lips to her nipples, teasing them alternately. Her hands were holding my head to her breasts as I trailed my left hand down over her tummy, dragging my fingers over her mons, feeling her intense heat even through her clothing... Her dress had hiked quite high while she thrashed out her orgasm. I moved my hand lower, tracing her left thigh through the material of her dress, onto bare flesh, and on down as far as I could reach without stretching. I trailed my hand up the inner part of her thigh. Her legs were still partly closed. She moaned softly.

When my hand reached where her thighs touched together, I trailed it back down the inside of her right leg. I crossed back to her left leg about the knee. All the while, my lips continued to tease her nipples. I stroked with a little more pressure, up her thigh, fingers curling into the more sensitive inner flesh. As it approached the top, my hand carried her dress up with it. She opened her thighs more, allowing me to stroke higher, almost to the crotch of her panties. I could feel the heat of her womanhood against the back of my hand. Riekie has to have had literally the hottest pussy I've ever seen. The physical heat from her was amazing. Her hips pumped gently, and she whined as my hand stopped short of actually touching her crotch.

I moved my hand down the inside of her right thigh, teasing lightly, crossing back over to her left as I approached her knee. I stoked back upward, this time more fully on the inside. As my hand caressed and teased higher, Riekie parted her thighs widely. As I reached her apex, my hand curled deeply into the sensitive skin there, lightly caressing and teasing. She was moaning; her hips churned more insistently. The back of my hand touched her apex lightly, feeling her heat and moisture. Her panties were completely soaked in the crotch.

I turned my hand over, and stroked her crotch through her panties, feeling her intense arousal and wetness, then placed it on her prominent mons. Through the skimpy material of her panties, I felt the softness of her luxuriant cushion of curls. I slid my hand back into her crotch, fingers teasing her sex through the material, pressing it into her slick wetness and heat. She raised her hips, pressing her mound tighter to my hand, urging more contact.

I moved my lips back to hers, teasing them with my tongue. Her mouth sucked greedily at mine. She moaned and sighed, sucking on my tongue, her breathing ragged.

I slid my hand over the smooth material of her panties to the bare tummy above. I caressed the hot bare flesh there in patterns, finding her cute little belly button. I slid the tip of a finger into the opening, tickling lightly. She gasped, and pulled my face tighter to hers.

My hand traveled southward again, this time fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. She actually sucked her tummy in, trying to ease my access. I worked my hand under the elastic band, teasingly slow. I touched the top of her curls then retreated, teasing even more. Riekie's hips thrust hard into my hand, trying to increase the contact. Our kiss was leaving me breathless. I broke it, and nibbled on an ear, sending shivers through her entire frame. She groaned at the lost contact.

I glanced to where Carol was watching quietly. She was totally mesmerized. Her lips were parted, tongue licking them repeatedly. Her breathing seemed rapid and shallow.

I nibbled little kisses at Riekie's moist lips as my hand resumed its exploration inside her panties. Further southward, my fingers tangled lightly in her soft warm hair. She was getting frantic, hips thrusting upward. My fingers pushed deeper into the confines of her panties until they reached the edge of her mons, and probed into her slit. As my finger brushed her clit, she bucked and exclaimed.

"Oh!"

No man had ever touched her there. Her panties were too confining. I slid my hand up and around, cupping the soft, warm, moist skin of her buttock. My thumb hooked in the elastic band, and pulled downward. Riekie got the message instantly, lifting her hips clear of the blanket to help. Working gently but persistently, all the while kissing gently around her mouth and throat, I worked her panties down over her hips. As the material cleared her firmly rounded butt, she eased her hips down onto the blanket. Her panties were now a couple inches below her crotch, her legs parted nicely.

I kissed her lips tenderly as my hand found its way onto her mons again, fingers twisting and playing in her curly bush. I was still amazed at the heat from her. I had felt a bit of it other times when she pressed herself into me during a passionate kiss, but this was my first direct contact with that heat. What an erotic stimulation!

Still locked to her mouth, tongues swapping spit, my hand began its full journey of exploration through her sex. I stroked down through her curls to the edge, fingers probing into the top of her slit. I found her clit and tickled it a little, eliciting gasps and lurches of her hips. My hand continued to probe farther.

As my fingers entered her wetness, probing for her virgin opening, she tried to open her legs farther, but was prevented by the binding effect of her panties. She whined in frustration into my mouth. I grasped the material of her panties, and shoved them farther down her thighs. She raised her legs and drew her knees up. I was able to push her panties past her knees. She worked her legs, and got one foot free of the restrictive clothing. Immediately, she drew her knees up, and allowed them to fall outward, opening her sex to me completely.

Fully open to my exploration now, Riekie's kiss became even more intense. I thought she would suck the lungs right out of me. My hand probed into her slot. She was very wet, and very hot. My fingers probed. From the feel, it seemed her labia were not as prominent as Carol's. Her clit was very erect and sensitive. Little tickles and flicks with my finger caused Riekie to buck and shudder violently in several mini orgasms.

My fingers continued to probe into her, tracing the full length of her feminine crevice from the crease of her buttocks to that supersensitive little nubbin at the top. My ministrations had her moaning and groaning into my mouth as we kissed frantically. She was sopping, her juices flowing freely. It seemed she got almost as wet as Carol. Family trait, I guess.

My fingers continued to probe. I found her virgin opening, and slid some finger into it, wiggling it around. She was very tight, but well lubricated. She moaned and thrust her hips up to meet the invader. Riekie may never have been touched by a man before, but she certainly knew what she liked, and this was it. I worked my finger in until I met her barrier. Her hymen was fully intact. I withdrew enough to not endanger it just yet with some careless probing. If she was anything like her sister, there was only ONE way she wanted to lose that little bit of skin. As I worked my finger into her, Riekie's hips churned and bucked. Her moans into my mouth grew more continuous.

I ended the kiss tenderly, and trailed my lips downward toward her breasts, heaving with her heavy breathing. As I probed her soaking sex and tight opening with my finger, I latched onto a very erect, lovely nipple with my lips and sucked. A spasm went through her entire body. Riekie shook and shuddered in another mini orgasm. She gasped and panted.

My fingers worked in her beautiful little pussy. I worked another one into her hot tight hole. I gently wiggled my fingers, loosening her a little. Her hips bucked and pumped. She moaned in pleasure.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! O-o-o-h-h y-e-e-es!"

I started to gently finger fuck her virgin hole, working my hand rhythmically, my palm pressing her mons, the base of my fingers rubbing her clit. The motion of her hips became more pronounced. She bucked and thrust. Her hands fell away from my head, her fists clenching at her sides, as she succumbed to the sensations coursing through her nubile body.

My finger action speeded up, my hand pressing harder to her mons, fingers rubbing her clit more insistently. I could sense her building to her climax. I worked my fingers in and out, 'round and 'round, building her to a major orgasm. I felt her body start to quiver and tense. Her hips were thrusting hugely now. I continued to stroke, faster and faster. Her moans were becoming little yelps and grunts as she built higher.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! "

She was near the edge. I worked my fingers even faster, as I sucked on her nipple. She started to crest. I grasped her nipple gently in my teeth. As she reached her peak, I pulled sharply and nipped. At he same time, my thumb stabbed down onto her clit and twisted.

Riekie went over the edge. Her hips thrust massively one, two, three times, and then locked, raised a couple inches off the blanket. After a brief second, they dropped back onto it. Her legs spasmed, her heels drumming into the blanket. My hand was drenched as she squirted, and she SCREAMED!

"A-a-a-i-i-i-iii-eeee! Daaaa-vvvv-iiii-ddd!"

Her hips continued to spasm several times. Shocks and after shocks raced through her body. Her hands pounded the blanket. Her legs quivered as her heels drummed the blanket. I felt more wetness hit my hand as I slowed the action of my fingers. Her hips seemed to hump harder again. Her whole body convulsed one more time! Her voice came back.

"O GOD! O GOD! OGODOGODOGODOGOD! Uh-uh-uh! O-O-O-O OOO GO-O-O-D!"

Gradually she wound down, her body shaking as smaller spasms rocked her. My God she came hard!

Her eyes were closed, hips still pumping. I just had to see and kiss what I had just touched and probed. I drew my right arm from its place under her shoulders. Rising on both hands, I kissed down her breasts, across the waist band of her dress to her exposed tummy, kissing ever southward. I paused briefly at her navel, and swabbed it with my tongue, causing another spasm to wrack her body. I kissed lower until my face was buried in her curls. Her bush was pure blonde and absolutely beautiful. She smelled sweet. I maneuvered myself between her legs, and lay out between them.

I lifted my face away from her mons, and scooted back a bit so I could get a good look at her wonderful pussy. I kissed the tender, sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs. I rose up and filled my eyes. I felt someone move in alongside on my right: Carol. She looked at me then looked straight into Riekie's gorgeous pussy. She whispered.

"I told you she had the prettiest blonde pussy, but seeing is believing, no?"



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Chapter 25


I reached and gave Carol a tender little kiss on the lips, then looked back at Riekie in awe and wonder.

"This is probably one of the prettiest, most wonderful things I've ever seen. Your own pussy is as beautiful as anything I've seen, but this is every bit as lovely. I MUST taste it."

All this time, Riekie seemed oblivious to us as she wound down from two massive orgasms and many smaller ones. Her hips were still pumping gently, and occasional small shudders of mini quakes raced through her. I took a long, hard look at paradise. Her pussy was fully open to my inspection.

Her beautiful sex was framed by a thick, luxuriant thatch of blonde curls that extended to, but not into her cleft. From the top of her girl slit to where her lovely butt cheeks started, she was completely bare. Her labia were not as large as Carol's, as my fingers had earlier indicated. They were fully open, slick with her juices. Her inner lips were also fully open, bloomed like a delicate flower. The outer labia were a deep shade of pink. Her inner lips were the prettiest colour of pink and perfectly framed her virgin opening. Riekie's clit was a bright, attractive pink, standing erect at the top of her slit, looking like a small penis. It pulsed with her heartbeat. Her fluids had been plentiful, soaking the entire area. She was slick through her entire pussy, and the wetness ran down into the crack of her gorgeous butt. Some had run down onto the blanket, forming a dark wet spot.

I looked over to Carol again. She was grinning, her eyes hot with her own lust. She nodded. I bent and kissed Riekie right on her clit. She yelped and jumped.

"A-i-ee!"

I kissed Riekie's clit again, getting another, similar response. Then I kissed my way down her furrow to her inner lips. I placed a delicate kiss right on them. Her heat was tremendous. I worked myself into a more comfortable position, propped on my elbows, hands cupping her butt cheeks. I pulled forward and proceeded to eat her in earnest.

I buried my face in that wonderful place, and took a deep breath, smelling her. I've said it before and I'll say it again. There is nothing like the smell of your woman in heat. It is heavenly! I licked, I kissed. I probed her vaginal opening with my tongue. I strummed her clit. Her moans and cries became frantic. Her hands reached down, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me into her.

I pointed my tongue and fucked it into her hole. I swirled. I tickled. I fucked her with my tongue. I licked the full length of her from top to bottom. I sucked on her hole, my nose rubbing her clit. She just kept building and building. The pumping and bucking of her hips made it difficult to hold onto her. I kept my face buried in her. As I felt her building to the top, I stabbed my tongue as deeply into her as I could and fluttered it. She started to keen and wail, almost there. I worked my tongue in her some more, feeling her muscles start to tense for release.

I backed off a little, brought my left hand up to her mons, swirled my tongue around her opening. She was at the top! I flicked her clit hard with my thumb, and blew a loud raspberry on her swollen inner lips. She launched straight up! Riekie clamped her thighs tightly around my head. Her hips were right off the blanket, her weight supported only by her shoulders and heels. In this position, her hips rocked and pumped, her thighs locking me in place. Her vagina squirted and squirted. I sucked it up as fast as I could. Her juice was the nectar of the gods! Sweet, oh so sweet! All the time she shouted and screamed.

"YES! YES! OGOD!OGOD! YES!DAAAAIIIVVVVIIIIDD! OGODOGODOGOD! DAAAAVVVVIIIIDDD!!!"

Her hips suddenly collapsed back onto the blanket, releasing me. Her vagina continued to squirt her nectar. I couldn't lick it up fast enough, and the wet spot on the blanket grew. Her hips continued to spasm and pump. As they slowed down, and her juices slowed to a trickle, I moved my face back into her pussy. I licked her from bottom to top with the full flat of my tongue, flicking her clit a little at the top, causing shocks to shake her body. I did this a couple more times, getting stronger and stronger responses from her. Her hands were beating a tattoo on the blanket. Her hips rose and reached, pressing into my face. I licked the length of her one more time. I nipped her clit with my teeth, buried my mouth full on it and growled deep and loud as I flicked it hard with my tongue.

The response was electric. Her whole body shook and convulsed. She grunted and yelled.

"OHSHIT! OHSHIT! DAVID! Daaavvviiiddd! What... have... you... done... to... MEEEEeeee?"

Her hips convulsed one more time, her body shook violently and she fainted dead away!

Carol and I looked at each other and grinned. My face was sopping with Riekie's juices. I leaned over and kissed Carol full on the lips. She then licked my whole face clean.

Carol sighed then giggled.

"I told you she tasted good, eh? I think she tastes better than me. She really does faint on orgasm, too!"

"She's absolutely delicious! I don't know if it's any better than you or not! I love your tastes equally. They're different from each other, is all. I'm not surprised at her fainting. She's worked hard. I think she came harder than you did with much the same treatment. But then, I think she was a bit more worked up to start with. She's had to put up with you and me fucking like mink and screaming bloody murder since last weekend, so she's a lot more stimulated."

"I watched how you do that, so now I know how to do it better. Oh, there! I think she's starting to wake up."

I looked up. Riekie was opening her eyes. She took a deep breath, her hips pumping gently.

"What happened?"

"You fainted again."

"Oh no!"

"Oh, yeah! It was a good one this time, though! A real good one! You earned it! How do you feel, Little One?"

After all she'd just been through, Riekie got right back into character. The delightful little girl voice dreamily asked:

"I-is that the way big people really kiss?"

"Yes, Dear, it is."

"Oh, goodie! I can't hardly wait to grow up!"

Carol had moved off a bit when she saw Riekie coming around. I heard her snort, and stifle a giggle.

"Did you like that, then, Princess?"

"Yup! Uh-huh!, Da-vid. It felt s-o-o-o goo-ood! Can we do that again some time? I promise I won't tell Mommy."

I moved from between her legs, taking one long last look at her heavenly pussy, still fully aroused.

"God! You're beautiful! Your little pussy is the sweetest thing I ever saw, Little One."

"Thank-you, Da-vid. Will it be as pretty when I grow up?"

"Oh yes, I think so, My Darling."

I moved up beside her. I placed my right hand above her head, resting my head on my arm. She turned her head toward me. I kissed her ears, her nose, her eyes, and then placed a very tender kiss on her lips. My left hand played idly with her right breast. She rolled over to face me. Her eyes looked deep into mine. She broke out of her little girl character for a moment.

"Oh, David, that was so wonderful! I love you so much!"

"And I love you just as much!"

We kissed tenderly again. When we separated from the kiss, she was back in character. Her hand reached down to the front of my shorts, and gently squeezed the lump there.

"Da-vid? What's this?"

I acted embarrassed.

"Th-that, Little One, i-is my penis."

The little girl was all curiosity now.

"What's a p-p-p-peen-us?"

"That is the part of me that I use to go pee. I can also use it to make babies."

"It's your pee-pee? I saw my little brother's pee-pee, once, and it's not a bit like this 'tall!"

She squeezed me, making me get harder. There was absolute silence from the other party present. She was waiting with baited breath to see where this would go.

"Yes, it's the same thing. It has many names that you may hear as you get older."

"Can I see it?"

"I'm not sure it's right for little girls like you to see a grownup pee-pee."

"But I wanna! I won't tell! Promise! Oh can I see it? Pretty please?"

"Well..."

"Oh, Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"And whipped cream?"

"Yup!"

"Well, OK, if you promise not to tell anybody,"

"I prom-ise!"

"Alright, then, Little One, you have to take it out yourself, but be careful you don't hurt me."

"I'll be real care-ful. What do I do?"

I rolled on my back.

"Get up on your knees, and move down so you can be closer to it. "

Riekie pulled one of those female-only flexibility maneuvers, and was on her knees beside my hips. She was regarding the tent in my shorts hungrily. Her dress fell back down over her hips, but her wonderful boobies were still fully exposed. I noticed that her soaked panties were still around one ankle. It kind of completed the little girl look.

"What do I do now, Da-vid?"

"See the zipper in my shorts?" She nodded vigorously. "Pull it all the way down.' She did. "Now undo the button at the top." She did. "OK, now start pulling my shorts down until you can see it."

Riekie tugged and pulled like a child would, to get my shorts down. I raised my hips to help her get them over my butt. She struggled to get them down past my erection, but she finally succeeded in exposing it. I finally flopped out to her view. This was the first time Riekie had ever seen an adult penis, hard or soft. Her eyes got huge. I saw her lick her lips as she stared at it. She dropped momentarily out of character again, her voice filled with awe and wonder.

"He's beautiful! Carol Anne was right! But her description doesn't do him justice!"

She reached out a tentative hand, took it by the base gently, leaned down, and placed a tender little kiss right on the tip! She looked at it intently and whispered.

"Oh! I'm so pleased to meet you finally! I've heard so many good things about you! We're going to be real good friends!"

Carol taught her how to do that damn tongue-suck thing when she kisses, and now she'd taught her to anthropomorphize my penis!

Riekie dropped back into her character.

"Is it all right if I touch him? I should have asked first."

"Just be gentle, Princess. Do you like your new friend? I think he likes you. See how straight and tall he is when you hold him? If you want to make him feel real good, move your hand up and down. Yes. Like that. Oh. That feels nice!"

She stroked me gently then leaned in for a closer look. She spoke to it again.

"Oh! You're such a pretty boy! Da-vid calls me Princess. You must be my Prince! My Sweet Prince!"

She turned her head to me.

"Can I kiss him, Da-vid?"

"Just don't bite."

She giggled a little girl giggle, and kissed the tip again. This time I felt and saw her lick the pre-cum from the slit at the end. Some more appeared, and she licked it off too. She made a point of tasting it. Another, larger drop appeared, and she licked that off with relish. Then she took the whole head in her mouth and teased me with her tongue. She sucked on me for a few minutes, getting quite a little bit of pre-cum. She released me from her mouth, but kept her right hand on it, stroking gently. She lay back down on her left side, facing me, holding my penis in her right hand, still gently stroking.

"He tastes real good, Da-vid. Better even than Ca-rol Anne, and SHE tastes real good."

Her eyes were looking into mine. I put my left hand on her shoulder, and pulled her into a tender kiss. The kiss deepened. My left hand wandered down her body. I found the skirt of her dress and gently pulled it up, stroking her flank, reaching behind to cup and squeeze her butt cheek. She rolled onto her back. She released my penis from her right hand, only to re-acquire it with her left. I broke the kiss and lowered my lips to her breasts. I gently teased and sucked her gorgeous little nipples. My left hand busied itself pulling the hem of her skirt over her hips again.

I found her mons, and petted her. The heat was amazing. My fingers moved into the top of her slit, probing. I found her clit, and strummed it. My fingers dropped deeper into her furrow, searching for her virgin opening. I found it, and slipped a finger in to the first knuckle. I finger fucked her and played her clit with my thumb. She got extremely wet very quickly. My mouth moved back to hers, and we engaged in a very hot, mind-blowing French kiss. My fingers continued working her. Her hips started to gyrate and pump. Her breathing got very hard. She broke the kiss, gasping, and still in character begged.

"Da-vid! Put My Swe-et Prince in Sweet Pus-sy. She's it-chy. I think he can scratch it."

I dropped my face to her nipples and nipped them with my teeth, making her shudder. My fingers raced in her pussy. Her hips were really pumping. She dropped out of character.

"Oh! David! Put him in me now! Hurry! Oh! Please hurry!"

She was begging, pulling insistently on my cock, trying to get me to her. I rolled on top of her. She spread her legs completely. I raised up on my knees and forearms. She had me. I leaned forward. She steered me to her opening. The head touched her, and started in. She spasmed and came! I felt hot wetness around my penis. She seemed to loosen, and I slid the head in. She was incredibly tight. As the head entered, I felt her opening close around it. I pushed a little farther, and felt her barrier. I stopped.

She moaned and complained.

"Don't stop! Oh why did you stop?"

"Easy, Princess, it's going to hurt now for a bit. Relax."

"I don't care, put him in! Hurry! Now!"

She was writhing under me. I pushed inward. I felt the resistance of her hymen. I saw a tear form in her eyes, and a look of pain on her face. I stopped and retreated a little. She groaned.

"Oh, no-o-o."

I renewed the attack. I pushed back to her barrier. I saw the pain again, but there was no way back, now. I pushed steadily and something started to give. I felt her pussy walls expand and contract around my invading member. I pushed harder. Something suddenly let go. She screamed her pain, and I was pushing, in one continuous stroke, all the way in. I felt my pubic bone touch hers. Our hair mingled. Something felt like it was nibbling at the tip of my cock — her cervix. I stopped and let her get used to being so full. I felt her pussy walls adjusting to their new state. They were expanding and contracting, almost pulsing... 

I looked in her eyes. I saw a little pain and a lot of love. Her arms were around my butt, pulling me into her.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not much, now. I just feel so full. It feels so wonderful! I don't want you to ever take him out!"

"You're just saying that. Are you ready for more?"

The little girl was back.

"Oh yes! Da-vid. Sweet Pussy is still itchy. Let My Sweet Prince scratch it pleeese?"

"Your wish is my command, Princess."

I pulled almost all the way out, stopped, and slid all the way back in.

"Mmmmm! So good!"

I did it again. All the way back, then all the way in.

"Oh God! That feels so-o goo-ood!"

I picked up the pace a little, and started stroking long and slow. She kept moaning her approval. I sped up, grinding my pubis into her clit on the bottom stroke. Her hips started to move with mine. Her hands dug into my butt, pulling me into her on each downward stroke. Before long, I was slamming her hard and furious. Her hips slammed back into me. She matched me stroke for stroke. We were in sync. She yelled her encouragement and her enjoyment.

"Oh YES! Deeper! Harder! Oh God! David! Fuck me! Fuck me! David! FuckmeFuckmeFuckme!"

I stroked harder and faster. I felt her building to a climax. I wasn't ready to come. I fucked harder. Suddenly, she went over the top. Her body convulsed under me. I felt wetness on my balls. She yelled as she came hard.

"Oh yes! OGODOGODOGODOGODOGOD! DAAAAVVVIIIIDD!!"

I didn't stop. I pounded harder and harder. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and her legs wrapped around my butt. Her hips matched me stroke for stroke. I rutted into her. She rutted back. She started reaching the top again. Suddenly, she squeezed me tight, her pussy muscles spasmed around my cock, setting up a milking action. She came hard again.

"OGODOGODOGODOGODOGODOGOD! UH-UH-UH-! DAAAAVVVVIIIIDDDD!

I couldn't stop. I was in a mating frenzy. Her hips soon started to match mine again. I felt her building yet again. Our mouths were glued together. I slammed even harder and harder into her. She bucked back, grunting and yelling incomprehensible words and sounds encouraging me to greater heights of passion and lust. I felt myself building, felt the pressure building in my balls. I sensed her starting to go up to the top yet again. I pumped and rutted, taking us both to the summit. We reached it together. My balls erupted. I felt squirt after squirt of baby juice rushing from my cock, splashing inside her, soaking her womb with sperm. I felt hot wetness splash against my balls. I came so much inside her, some was squeezed out past my rutting cock. At the same time as I started to squirt, she convulsed around me, her breath coming in great wracking gasps, and she screamed and screamed.

"DAAAAVVVVIIIIDD!DAAAAVVVVIIIIDDDD!"

I felt the last of my sperm squeezing from my balls, her pussy muscles milking me dry of every drop. I gradually slowed my strokes. Her hips wound down. I dropped down on top of her then rolled to my side, carrying her with me. My cock, softening now, still buried in her clutching pussy. We lay facing each other, out hips gently pumping. I kissed her tenderly and held her close.

"Oh God, David! That was the most incredible experience I've ever had! I want this all the time. What you did to me before felt really good! But this is so much more satisfying. I felt My Sweet Prince squirt so far in me! I felt all his Precious Stuff! I love it! I'm addicted! I love YOU! I love you so much!"

"That good, eh?"

'In a word? WOW!"

And I was expecting something from Mary Poppins... 

We heard a strangled gasp. We looked. Carol was masturbating herself furiously. Her panties were off. Her dress was around her waist. She lay on her back, pussy facing us. She was really doing herself. Suddenly her hips pitched up off the blanket, her thighs clamped onto the hand working her sopping pussy, and she yelled.

"OH!OH! YES!"

She relaxed then and raised herself to look at us.

"You guys are so hot! I've never seen anything so hot!"

She fell back to get her breath. Her thighs fell open releasing her hand, giving us an unfettered view of her gaping pussy. I felt my cock stir. So did Riekie. We turned to each other and joined in a soul-searing kiss. My cock came to full hardness buried in that sweet little pussy. Riekie worked her hips a bit, and broke the kiss. The little girl came back.

"My Prince is back! Wonderful! Sweet Pussy isn't itchy anymore. She's hungry. Can my Sweet Prince feed her now?"

He fed her. He fed her hard. He fed her a lot. Riekie came three times while Sweet Pussy was dining. She came for a fourth time when her Sweet Prince spewed his warm wet offering deep inside her. It felt like I fed her a quart. I don't know where I found it all. As she came the last time, she screamed my name again.

"DAAAAVVVVIIIIDD!"

We collapsed together, breathing hard. I rolled over again carrying her with me, still joined. We relaxed and whispered sweet nothings to each other. My cock finally softened completely and fell from her with a small sucking sound. I rolled Riekie on to her back. I kissed her tenderly.

"I just have to look."

She giggled. She drew her knees up, and flopped them open obscenely. I crawled around to admire her and my own handiwork. Carol crawled over to have a look. Riekie, usually the quiet one, raised on her elbows to look at us.

"Well. Is it a well-fucked pussy or not?"

It certainly was. Her small hole gaped open. A stream of white, tinged with red, trickled out. There was a spot of red on the blanket beneath her.

Carol looked at Riekie's pussy hungrily.

"That is indeed a well-fucked pussy. Riekie, you have the most beautiful pussy in the world."

"And here I thought yours was."

I spoke up.

"It's only right that the two most beautiful girls in the world would also have the two most beautiful pussies in the world!"

They laughed together.

"And they're all yours, David!"



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Chapter 26


Carol was still eyeing Riekie hungrily. She moved forward, pushing me aside.

"I can't help it. I want it. My Sweet Prince's Precious Stuff is leaking out of Sweet Pussy! He gave her too much. It's being wasted! The two nicest tastes together!"

She dove between Riekie's thighs and ate her noisily and well, greedily slurping up the leaking sperm. Her butt was sticking up in the air, her thighs well spread. I couldn't resist either. I crawled underneath her, pulled her beautiful pussy in to my face and promptly ate her out too. Carol and Riekie came together, and as usual, very noisily. Anybody near that barn that day must have thought murder was being done.

We rested for a bit. Riekie looked thoroughly wanton with her dress undone and pulled up over her hips, legs spread almost obscenely, panties hanging off one ankle. Carol looked almost as good, with her dress up around her waist. I unzipped her from the back. She peeled her dress off completely. God! She was gorgeous. We then helped Riekie get completely nude. She was just as lovely as her sister. To be there with those two nymphs was to die for!

After a short time, both girls cuddled up to me. I was once again king of the world. We talked quietly, and exchanged kisses amongst ourselves.

"How do you feel, Sweet Thing?"

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! I'm so happy, I could burst!"

"Any pain?"

"None."

"Anything else?"

"Just deliciously full. I can still feel his Precious Stuff deep inside. It feels so-o good!"

Carol spoke up.

"It's the most wonderful feeling I know of. I'm so happy for you, Riekie, Dear. Now you're fully married to us. Waddaya think of that?"

"In a word? Complete. I know you guys wanted to wait before doing this. What changed your minds?"

I spoke, looking directly into Riekie's beautiful eyes.

"In a word? YOU!"

"Huh?"

Carol tried to explain better than my single word.

"What David is trying to say is that we changed our minds because of you, yourself. You have been so sweet and loving to us. You did things for us last weekend that went way beyond being our witness. We wanted to do something special for you. And then, on YOUR wedding night, you made love with me. It was so special and sweet I told David we couldn't wait to share both of us with you. I still wasn't sure about letting you share Sweet Prince, though.

"Then yesterday, Tante Pie asked me if we had made you fully our wife. I told her we hadn't and our reasons why. She told me we could lose you if we didn't share that part of us, that it is your Right, not a privilege, like we were treating it. Let me tell you! That was a wakeup call when she told me we could lose you. I didn't want that at all! I talked to David while you were helping Mom get supper ready, and told him what Tante Pie said. David?"

"Riekie, darling. After what Tante Pie told Carol Anne, I felt like fifteen different kinds of fool! I was still concerned about making a baby, but Tante Pie said that was a risk we had to take if we really loved each other. I, no we, should have realized right away the importance of making love with you. It is the fullest expression of our love, and we tried to hold it back on you! I'm so sorry! We wanted to do something special for you because you have shown us unconditional love, so today is YOUR day. You love us unconditionally. You deserve no less in return. I can understand if you want to leave us now. We have been unworthy of your love!"

"Nonsense, David! My love for you two IS unconditional. I didn't attach any strings to me, and I told you so. If there were conditions from you two, who had a prior relationship, I was willing to accept them, just to be able to love both of you up close, instead of from a distance. The only way I'll leave now, is if HE goes with me."

Riekie indicated who she was talking about by affectionately stroking my penis. That shriveled appendage liked the attention, and stirred. She giggled and patted the head like a little puppy. She continued to idly pet and stroke it as we talked some more.

"I'm being silly, but I mean it! You're stuck with me now. Even if I am pregnant now, tough! Our parents will have to get used to the fact that we all love each other, and even though a baby right now might be a little inconvenient, we all want and plan to have babies together sooner or later. I'm telling both of you right now. I WILL have David's babies, and WE will raise them as a family. I'm no different from you, Carol Anne. You want David's babies so bad you made him promise to give you at least one some day."

Riekie insisted she would have my babies. She meant it with all her heart and soul. Riekie never kidded about things like that, and she was a woman of rare determination. It was years before I found out to what lengths she would go to make her flat statement of intent a reality.

Carol and I looked at each other and then at Riekie with deepening respect. Carol might be 'First Wife' by dint of temporal seniority, but Riekie was sounding like one! Acting as one, we shifted around so Riekie was between us. We pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. Riekie regained her gentle grasp on my penis.

"Is this day really all for me?"

Carol and I nodded as one. We both started to speak at once, but Carol prevailed.

"It started out as a treat for you for being so sweet and loving. Since speaking with Tante Pie and realizing how much we truly love you, we turned it into YOUR wedding night. That's why I've kept back a bit. Opa even gave David a box of condoms in case you were scared of making a baby, but still wanted him to take you. This is your special time to be mainly with David, for you to become and be fulfilled as his wife, as I already have. We still wanted it to be something of a surprise gift. To answer your question, My Love, yes, this is YOUR day, your true wedding day. Did we do OK?"

"Oh yeah! You guys are just too much! I love you! I can't begin to tell you how much I love you! My wedding day... I really AM married to you guys now..."

Riekie got all dreamy as the full realization sunk in. She leaned into Carol and kissed her tenderly. She then turned to me, and kissed me with full abandon. I felt my toes curl. My penis stiffened in her hand, as much from the stimulation of her hot, hungry kiss, as her stroking, which had become more insistent as her kiss deepened. She broke the kiss with a gasp, and regarded my now swollen unit with open lust. She leaned over and spoke to it.

"Glad to see you're awake, Pretty Thing! They said it's my day, and I think you're the prize! Wanna play?"

She leaned in closer. I felt her hot breath on my crotch. She took me gently in her hand, laid her pretty head in my lap, and began to lick and kiss every inch of my genitals. I was still covered in her fluids and my own. She licked and kissed me completely clean. Her attentions had a very desirable effect. My cock got stiffer and harder as she worked me sensuously. At last she took me in her mouth, and sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow. She got a rhythm going with her hand and mouth, sliding up and down. She couldn't take the full length in her mouth, but what she did felt absolutely marvelous!

Carol got down close, and watched, licking her lips. I'm sure that she got as much pleasure out of watching Riekie on her special day, as she would if she'd been doing these things herself. I could feel her breath on my skin as she intently observed Riekie giving me an expert blow job.

Riekie started to work me harder. Her movements became more rapid. My hips started to pump. I knew I was coming soon. Riekie sensed it, and slowed down a bit. I felt some of the pressure ease. She sensed it too. She started into me again, working me up. She kept doing this, taking me near the peak then easing me back down a bit. Each successive peak was higher, the sense of pressure greater.

Carol couldn't stand any longer just to watch. She leaned in, and licked and kissed my balls while Riekie worked my engorged shaft. I know it's an old saw that whenever a guy gets it from his woman, 'My cock was the hardest I've ever known', or words to that effect, but this episode certainly qualified as one of the times I was harder than I could ever remember. Having two gorgeous women that love you to the ends of time giving you a double header has to be one of the most stimulating experiences ever.

With Carol licking my balls, and Riekie giving me her first ever, but expert in delivery blowjob, I was soon ready to blow a complete gasket. Riekie and Carol both sensed it. Their licking and sucking became almost frantic. They each had a hand in their own pussies, frigging themselves I watched the whole drama unfold. I was driven almost to madness. My hips were pumping, fucking into Riekie's hot, wet mouth. I looked back and forth, watching them frig themselves. As I neared that last crest, blood pounding in my ears, my temples throbbing, those two vixens switched hands, and started frigging each other, hardly missing a stroke! This was too much for me and my balls started to erupt. I felt my hot jism coursing, rushing up from my balls under tremendous pressure, through my cock, and exploding in squirt after squirt after squirt. I roared my release.

"I-I-I-M-M CU-U-U-U-UU-UM-MM-I-I-ING!"

Riekie and Carol redoubled their efforts, licking and sucking to maximize my release. They both came with me, fingering each other off. On the first squirt, Riekie lifted her head off, and watched it shoot into the air, landing back on my belly and thighs. She deftly recaptured it on the second squirt, and greedily sucked down almost every drop I produced. How Riekie managed such control when her hips were writhing in her own orgasm is beyond me. I think some of her antecedents hailed from Krypton... My spend was prodigious! I may have come more and harder at other times in my life, but I can't recall when. Although, to be fair and honest, with these two horny, almost insatiable nymphs, every time I came seemed like the hardest and most voluminous ever. Superlatives start to run out when I recall the wild and free sex I had with them. I squirted a good five or six times. Riekie kept me in her mouth, her eyes watching me, as I came and came. She swallowed as fast as she could, and she did get most of it, but some inevitably leaked out the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her beautiful boobies.

Carol didn't have to control a raging, erupting cock while she came, and she was able to fully let herself go into her orgasm. Her body shook and quaked. She settled down some, and licked all my spilled seed from my body. As she licked up my sperm, making something of a production of it with exaggerated licks, her body would spasm, hips jerking She wet herself pretty good. Riekie's hips spasmed and jerked as she sucked me dry. I saw her inner thighs gleaming with her own wetness. I lay back, then, and relaxed. Riekie leaned over to Carol and kissed her hotly. As they broke, I saw Carol smile delightedly, lick her lips and swallow! Riekie had shared my cum with her through that kiss! Carol saw the little bit of cum dribbling from the corners of Riekie's mouth, and kissed it all off, opening her mouth and sharing that with Riekie. Too much!

I reached sensory overload, and passed out! Everything went black. I came back to my senses a few seconds later. Two gorgeous sets of blue eyes were regarding me with some concern and a great deal of love. As I drifted back to reality, I wondered just how it came to be that BOTH these wonderful creatures owned my soul. I described Carol Anne as the other half of my soul, she made me complete. How was it then, that I felt the same toward Riekie? In a profound moment of clarity, I decided that my soul was probably infinite. Half of infinity was still infinity, therefore, I could feel the same infinite depth of love for each and both of them, and I was not complete without either. Such moments of cosmic realization are rare, and leave the person who experiences them subtly changed. Someone sensitive to that person can sense the change.

As I recovered, Riekie noticed the cum dribbling down her breasts. Like Carol before her, she tested the texture with her fingers, then promptly rubbed it thoroughly into her skin. The girls cuddled up to me on either side. Each offered a kiss. I tasted myself on both of them. We relaxed and whispered sweet nothings, happily loving each other. We were experiencing that soft post-coital afterglow that true lovers enjoy (Hey! A good line is worth repeating!). The girls sensed that I was subtly different. They exchanged glances. Carol asked if I was OK.

"Yes, Love of My Life, I'm fine. I'm more than fine. Why?"

"You suddenly seem a little different. Not in a bad way, just different, like you love me even more than before. How can I sense something like that?"

Riekie spoke her piece before I could answer Carol.

"Yeah! I noticed it too. I always knew you loved me, and could even feel it sometimes. Now, it seems to radiate from you. What happened?"

"I'm maybe gonna sound corny, but just now, I passed out from what I can only describe as sensory overload. When I came to, I saw both of you looking at me. I found myself wondering how it could be that both of you own my soul equally. Carol Anne, I've said, and meant it, that you are the other half of my soul, that you make me complete. At that moment, I realized something incredibly profound. I feel exactly the same thing for you, Riekie, my True Love.

"So how could this be? A soul can't have three halves -- one for each of you, and one for me. Thirds, maybe? Possible, but unlikely. In a startling moment of clarity, more than an epiphany, I realized that my soul is probably infinite. Half of infinity is still infinity, therefore, I could feel the same infinite depth of love for each and both of you, and I am not complete without either.

"It's probably that cosmic realization that you sense in me. Carol Anne, you hit me like a thunderclap when I met you, and Riekie you loved me softly, warmly until I noticed and realized I loved you back. I think that if you, Riekie, had opened the door that day, we would have had the same experience as Carol and I did, And Carol would have come to me later, as you did. That is how closely the three of us are entwined. Am I making any sense?"

Riekie kissed me tenderly before she spoke.

"That, David, My One True Love, is exactly how I feel. I felt attracted to you since I first met you. But you were Carol Anne's boyfriend. I fantasized about you, but I thought it was just a case of boyfriend envy, and I was confused by what that nun did to me. It wasn't until you talked to me about friendship that I suddenly realized that I truly loved you. You did hit me like a thunderclap. I just didn't recognize it. It took me most of the summer to work up the courage to tell you. Understanding my love for Carol Anne helped. Yes, you make perfect sense, and I know that if it had been me at the door that day, it would almost certainly have been the same. You don't know how often I wished it had been me."

Carol was silent for a moment then whispered tenderly.

"What you say answers questions I had about the how and why of the three of us, and wondering how it could be to love two people so intensely at the same time. David, you and I talk all the time. We have become so close we don't even have to speak to communicate. I feel the same now with Riekie. I've often wondered how I could give myself equally and completely to two people. You just described it perfectly. I love you both so much my heart feels it could burst with happiness!"

"I love BOTH of you the same, Baby. I love you so hard sometimes it almost hurts. Now, I don't want to put a damper on us, My Loves, but there is a horrible downside to this, I think. I don't want to scare you, but you should know. I feel very strongly that the bonds between us are so linked, that if one of us were to separate ourselves from the others, all three would stumble and fall. The remaining two could not form a viable pair. It takes all three of us. Even if the three of us can't actually be physically together, as long as we're true to our love, all three will survive and thrive, knowing the others are out there and love us."

I didn't know how prophetic that statement was.

The three of us cuddled close, and quietly drifted into a light sleep. It didn't last long, but the batteries did need a little recharge. I awoke not more than a half hour later, refreshed by my nap. The girls were already awake. While I slept, they got into a little loving of their own. I woke to an amazing sight! I'd read about such things. The girls had alluded that they had played a bit like this, but seeing it was something else. My wives were busily engaged in 'soisante-neufe'. I think it was their moans that woke me up. I just watched in amazement as they pleasured each other with their mouths. They were both extremely wet from their earlier finger-induced orgasms, and were busily cleaning each other of these juices as well as the fresh ones they were producing now.

Riekie and Carol were so tender with each other, it was very apparent they were deeply in love. They were in perfect sync. When they finally came, they came together, and wound down at the same rate. As they recovered from their torrid lovemaking, they looked to me at the same time. I had never, ever, seen anything so hot or beautiful as those two lovelies making love. I had thought my penis was done for at least an hour or more. Wrong! It was raging again.

The girls separated, crawling to me on all fours. Seeing them come to me like that drove me insane with lust and love. I wondered which one would attack me. It was Riekie's day, so most likely her. Carol looked at her with a question. Riekie nodded. Carol moved to me.

"Where's those rubbers, Lover Boy Mine?"

"Right there in my pocket, why?"

"Let's try one. Sweet Prince looks like he needs some attention, and Miss Pussy is starving."

As she spoke, her hand was busy in her pussy. Her hips were gyrating and pumping in arousal. I reached for my shorts, and fetched out the box of condoms. I got one out, and looked at the foil pack curiously. I had never used one before, and wasn't sure how to put it on. A soft pair of hands took the packet from my fingers.

"Allow me. We took this in health class last year. If the school board ever knew what Miss Levesque showed us, she'd have been run out of town. You pleasure your woman so she's really ready while I get you ready."

Riekie was very persuasive as she fondled my cock, getting it even harder.

Carol crawled up beside me. She was very much in heat. I opened my arms to her, and kissed her deeply, passionately. I felt Riekie's hands at my cock. She stroked me gently. Carol didn't need much preparation, just some loving to set the mood.

I felt something touch the end of my penis, then a sensation of being encased in wet saran wrap. It was tight, and not that comfortable. I felt the condom roll onto my penis as gently as possible. Riekie had certainly learned her lesson well. She crawled forward and gave me a little kiss. She giggled.

"There, the equipment is installed and ready for use at your convenience, Sir and Madame."

Carol was getting hornier by the second. When that girl made up her mind to fuck, she wanted it NOW. Her hips churned and squirmed. Her breathing was fast.

"C'mon, David! Put him in me now! Hurry! Oh hurry! Please!"

I mounted her. Riekie reached between us and guided me into her. I sank into almost nothing! I could feel a little heat, but hardly any other sensations. The only other thing I felt was when I bottomed and felt our pubic hair mesh. I tried a stroke. I wasn't sure if I was pulling all the way out or not. I hated the lack of sensation. My enthusiasm waned.

Carol had been moving eagerly beneath me as I prepared to enter her. Usually when I entered her, she would squeal in delight and wrap arms and legs around me tightly. This time, she lay almost inert under me. Her hips moved of their own volition because she was still in heat, but no enthusiasm. She made a face as I tried my tentative test stroke. Suddenly, she started pushing me away as if I was raping her. She struggled and yelled.

"EEEWWWW! Get that filthy thing out of me! Get it out NOW! GET IT OUT!"

Scared, I pulled out quickly and climbed off her. She was crying. Careful not to appear to be putting it in again, I swung to the side, and kissed her gently, my hands caressing her face and brushing back her hair.

"Oh My Love! What did I do? Did I hurt you? Why are you mad at me?"

"It's not you, David, it's that horrible rubber! I can't stand to have it inside me. Miss Pussy just about freaked! She HATED it. You know how it feels when you're going to be sick to your stomach? That's how it felt in Miss Pussy. I NEVER want to feel like that again. EEEWWW! Riekie, take that awful thing off him! Poor Sweet Prince! What did we do to him? Is he alright?"

Riekie busied herself at my penis. I felt the thing being rolled off. A hair caught in it, and I winced.

"He didn't like it either. It was just like I thought, only maybe worse. It's like covering your eyes and ears wearing gloves, then be told to describe what you see, hear, and feel by touch. It was just a dead feeling."

"The offending device has been removed. Waddaya want me to do with it?"

"Put it with the rest. On our way home tonight, we'll have a little fire. Maybe they'll feel a little heat then."

I felt warm hands stroking me, soothing. Riekie squirmed around, and I felt her warm mouth engulf me. She was bringing me back to full erection and cleaning off the lubricant or whatever was inside the thing. She was braver than me.

I looked down. The sight of me in her mouth was a major turn on. I was back to full raging hardness.

Carol put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for one of her tongue-suck kisses. Riekie learned them from Carol, who holds the patent. My senses blurred. Carol's body was hot and squirming under me. Her hips churned full tilt again. She reached between us, and pulled on my very erect cock. Her touch seemed to make it even harder.

"Miss Pussy is very hungry! She wants Sweet Prince NOW! Put him in Now, David! Hurry! Oh I need him in meeee!"

"But..."

"No buts! I want it now. I don't care! I have to have you inside me now, David! Do me! Hurry! Pleeeese!"

Her hand pulled on me in urgent haste. Her hips writhed in arousal. I could smell her arousal. I mounted, and she guided me to her. Ah! The sweet tight heat of that pussy! No matter how many times I visited it, I was amazed at how good she felt! I plunged into her in one smooth stroke, to her very depths. I felt her cervix nibbling at me. As I entered her and bottomed, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. She yelled her approval to the world.

"Ye-e-e-s! That's It! Ah Sweet Prince! Pussy's starved! Feed He-e-e-r!"

That was my cue to start moving. We rutted, we fucked. We grunted. We yelled. Fucking Carol was a rocking and rolling, noisy affair. I pounded my hips into her, hard, fast. She bucked hers back at me. We rode the wave, aiming for the stars. We rode it together, up and up!

As we reached toward the pinnacle together, I drove into her, mashing her clit with my pubic bone. She grunted her approval on every stroke. Her arms around my neck in a death grip, her heels wrapped around my butt, pulling me deeper. She yelled her arousal, urging me on, harder, faster, deeper. There was nothing in this world except us and our passion.

"C'mon David! Do it! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder-r-r-r!"

I felt the top of the mountain approach. I could see the stars above. Our rutting reached new levels of frantic motion and incoherent shouts. We got there together. We jumped off the top together! We came noisily and wetly together! I squirted and squirted! You'd think after what I'd already done today, I'd be lucky to get it up, let alone come hard like I did! As my first shot left my balls and erupted out of my cock, Carol's hips bucked up hard. Her whole body convulsed and shook. She screamed.

"DAAAAVVVVIIIIDDDD! OH YEAH!!"

I emptied my balls into her. I felt every squirt. Her practiced pussy muscles milked me for every drop. My sperm splashed into her womb. I felt her filling. I squirted so much some was forced back out around the base of my cock. I thrust into her some more, finishing. We made wet, slurping sounds as we rutted and came. Her body was wracked by several mini orgasms as we wound down. Carol's death grip gradually relaxed. I sagged onto her, spent. We rolled to our side, still joined, my slowly deflating penis still inside her.



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Chapter 27


Carol brushed my face tenderly with her finger tips. She smiled, looking into my eyes. She kissed me sweetly, and snuggled tighter into me. We lay like that for some few minutes, savoring the moment, my penis still buried in her heat.

"Oh, My Darling, that was so good! Miss Pussy says thank you to you and Sweet Prince for a wonderful meal. Oh! I love the feel of his Precious Stuff in me! I almost hope we made a baby today! He squirted extra hard! I felt every one! I swear they splashed inside me! I love you so much!"

"I love you, too. The Prince and I are glad to be of service."

What a team!

We slowly became aware of more than just us. We heard a noise. I looked behind me. Riekie was in the throes of a massive self-induced orgasm. Her left hand was abusing her sweet little blonde pussy. Her right hand was almost literally mauling her titties. The sight of Riekie masturbating was such a turn on, my penis twitched and stiffened inside its snug home.

Carol giggled and moved her hips rhythmically against me.

"Miss Pussy wants to know if Sweet Prince has dessert to serve after that wonderful dinner."

I started to move my hips back into hers.

"Surprise! I think he does!"

I tried to roll her to make love. She flipped and rode me instead. Once again she made me watch as she fucked me. She started slow, twisting and tweaking her own nipples. Her hips bucked and twitched. Riekie moved close. She licked her lips. Her eyes were fastened on Carol's beautiful conical breasts.

As Carol bucked away, riding my cock for Miss Pussy's dessert, Riekie moved closer. Her lips found Carol's, their arms wrapped around each other, and they enjoyed an extremely passionate kiss. Their moans were enticing. As they kissed, Riekie's hands found and caressed Carol's boobies. Her fingers tweaked the nipples, causing Carol to jump and spasm. The effect on my penis was electric. I could see Riekie's hot little blonde pussy as she knelt beside us. I placed my hand under that sweet butt, and lifted. She raised herself. I moved my hand and guided her over. She got the idea of what I wanted. Soon, she was straddling me, her gorgeous pussy firmly planted on my face. As Carol rode me, I licked and kissed and sucked that hot pussy. Riekie's hips squirmed and pumped against my face, my nose rubbing that wonderful clit.

All three of us started up the mountain. We got there together, huffing and panting. There wasn't a lot of vocalization this time. The girls had their mouths glued together most of the time, reducing both to incoherent moans. My face was buried in hot pussy. I felt myself reaching the top. Riekie's motion on my face indicated she was getting close. Carol's moans meant she was too. The two girls rode me, building toward their climax. I felt my balls swell, ready to unload.

I flicked my tongue around Riekie's opening, strumming her inner lips. My hands reached for her titties, but found Carol's there already. I brought my hands back down and stroked her hot thighs. A hand found her bush and a finger found her clit, stroking it, working it in circles, flicking it lightly. Her hips bucked against my face. It was difficult to breathe, but I was in heaven. She tasted absolutely delicious! The scent of her arousal was overpowering. Riekie's juice flowed freely, running down my face and chin. I lapped up what I could. There was just too much.

Carol was bucking harder and faster, riding my cock to her high. Her inner muscles flexed and milked. I felt myself starting to boil. All three sensed the others nearness to the peak. We worked together. Riekie started to pitch her hips more sharply on my face. Carol's movements became more demanding, rapid, intense, her pussy muscles taking their toll on me.

This part, the girls told me after. My face was buried in sweet blonde pussy so I couldn't see: The girls had broken their soulful kiss, rocking on me, playing with each others titties as they rode me to completion. They held each other's gaze as their high approached, along with mine. They sensed through their eyes as their time approached. My hips started pounding upward into Carol. My tongue was busy in Riekie's hole. I had a finger working her clit. They were getting there fast. I felt my load boil up. Carol's pelvic muscles spasmed around my cock. Riekie was fast approaching. Her thighs were clamping my face as she started to spasm. Finally, I felt my balls erupt. I thrust up hard into Carol as my finger ground Riekie's clit and blew the raspberry into her hole. The three of us exploded together. I shot three or four heavy ropes of sperm deep inside Carol. Her body convulsed. I felt wetness against my balls and running down the inside of my thighs as Carol squirted her own juice onto me. Riekie clamped her thighs tight around my head and squirted into my mouth. The girls screamed their orgasm as one.

"Daaaavvvviiiidddd!"

I thought it sounded like a choir of angels -- in stereo. The sound of them going off together got one last thrust and a huge squirt out of me. The girls collapsed into each other's arms, their orgasms draining all their energy. About the time I thought I couldn't breathe, Riekie fell off me, and Carol's weight disappeared from my hips. Two very satisfied young ladies crawled up alongside me. They both kissed me tenderly. Riekie giggled.

"Sweet Pussy says thank you for such a nice tongue lashing."

Carol kissed me lightly again.

"Miss Pussy says thank you to you and Sweet Prince for a lovely dessert. "

They both snuggled up a thigh draped over one of mine, heads nestled comfortably in a shoulder. Each had a hand on my chest, toying lightly in the hair there. They cooed and sighed contentedly. Carol raised her head a little and spoke to Riekie.

"Next time you fuck, and I'll get eaten. 'Kay?"

"Deal."

I might not be able to walk out of there at this rate! Despite all our frenzied sexual activity, it was still just late mid-afternoon. We had lots of daylight left. I was hungry again, though. I'd worked up quite an appetite again. Wonder why?

Carol squirmed away. She turned her pussy toward us, drew her knees up and exposed herself completely. Her pussy gaped. A stream of white trickled down toward the crack of her cheeks. Her whole nether region glistened with our combined fluids. Riekie gazed at it hungrily.

"That is one well fucked pussy, Carol Anne. He made a mess in you again, didn't he?"

"Ya think? I do feel a little messy, but nice messy."

Riekie kissed me quickly as she rose.

"Got a job to do."

She dove into Carol's pussy proceeding to eat her clean, and of course, making her scream at least once. Riekie's pussy was exposed to me. I joined them, and gently licked her clean of her juices. She came once, but not too hard, and I was able to get her very clean. When Riekie was finished with Carol, that 'person was gasping for air, but her pussy, while gaping, was clean. I think Riekie sucked every drop of sperm right out of her.

I lay back, exhausted, shriveled and hungry. The girls snuggled into my arms again. They didn't stay quiet long. Together, they wrinkled their cute noses.

"Smell that?"

"Yeah! Smells like Sweet Prince needs a bath."

"Let's check on him, poor dear."

Two pretty heads disappeared toward my soaking crotch.

"Eeewww! Look at the mess! Poor thing! He looks half drownded."

"We better get him cleaned up."

I felt two mouths on me. They licked and kissed until they had every inch of me spotless. They noticed the exhausted state of the equipment.

"Jeez! Sweet Prince looks all worn out!"

"Poor thing has had a hard day. Kiss him and let him sleep for awhile."

I felt two gentle sets of lips kiss my penis. It didn't respond, but it felt really good.

Those nymphs crawled back up and snuggled up to me again. Carol sniffed.

"I smell Riekie, where she is?"

"Kiss me, and you'll know."

She kissed me and tasted Riekie on my mouth. She started licking me all over my face and neck. She licked and kissed until she declared Riekie was no longer evident. She snuggled back down. Riekie rose over to kiss me I sniffed.

"I smell Carol Anne, wanna bath?"

Riekie giggled and held her face for me to lick Carol Anne's juice and scent off her face. We had fun, and everyone was more or less clean.

"Anybody besides me hungry?"

The girls laughed, but allowed as they were a bit. They got up to check out the picnic basket. Carol came back with some fried chicken and potato salad. We ate from the same bowl and fed each other the chicken. Eating with those two was a very erotic experience.

The afternoon wore on. Our bellies were full and we curled up together. I pulled one of the blankets over us, and we dozed off. I woke a little over an hour later. Carol was still sleeping, but Riekie was awake and gazing at me with love. I didn't want to move, it was so sweet lying there with my two beauties. They were curled into my sides. Each had a warm thigh thrown over mine. Two lovely bushes pressed into me. Each had an arm across my chest. It's every man's dream, and I was living it.

"Ya know? I could get used to this."

"What's that, David?"

"Waking up with you two lovelies. But... I suppose. We really should think about getting back before too long. We said we might be out 'til dark, but we shouldn't push it too hard."

Riekie's pretty blonde head moved toward me. Her lips brushed mine. A hand belonging to that pretty blonde head trailed down to my cock. I had wakened with a semi hard-on. I was surprised given the work out they'd already given it. Riekie's hand brushed against me. It quickened and lurched, almost as if trying to jump into her grasp. She giggled softly.

"Sweet Prince seems to have woken up in a good humour."

Her hand playfully stroked me to full erection. She squirmed herself closer. I turned toward her and kissed her tenderly. Her hips started grinding into me. I felt her hot little nipples burning into my side. She maneuvered herself more onto me, disturbing Carol, who awoke with a smile, and felt Riekie's hand working my cock, brushing her bare thigh. She leaned up and kissed me gently.

"You two at it again? And they said I was insatiable."

Riekie's hips churned against my hip more insistently, her lovely bush tickling me sensuously. Her hand on my cock had me breathing just a little hard. Carol politely moved away from us allowing us a little more freedom of movement.

I rolled Riekie on to her back and sucked her soul through her mouth into mine. Her hand gently stroked my cock, getting it harder and harder. I tailed my hand down over her breasts, tweaking a nipple on the way past. It circled her pretty navel and I slipped a finger in the opening. My hand traveled farther south, caressing her mons with it s marvelous thatch of soft blonde curls. I trailed it down over the edge into her cleft. She opened her legs fully and raised her hips to meet me. I strummed and flicked her clit. She pumped her hips eagerly.

I broke from the heavy kiss to just nibbling around her eyes, ears, throat and the tip of her nose, teasing gently. My hand continued to explore the heat and wetness of her delicious pussy. Riekie's hips pumped harder. She moaned. Her pussy was soaked. Her opening seemed to literally suck at my finger as it probed into her. I finger fucked her, working my finger all the way in now. She whined and pushed my hand away. Her grasp on my cock tightened.

"I want you inside me NOW. Hurry David. I want you to squirt inside me again. Put it in! Hurry!"

I swung between her legs. She opened fully and drew her knees up. She released her grip on my cock. I leaned forward. We were perfectly aligned. She didn't need to steer me in. I touched her entrance with the tip. This was only her second time at penetration. I pushed forward. She was so deliciously tight. I slid into her in one continuous thrust, bottoming, feeling my pubic bone mash her clit. Her cervix seemed to open more. I felt deeper in her than last time. I ground myself in as far as I could get. She groaned in delight.

"O-o-o-o-o. So-o-o-o-o Goo-ood! So-o-o Full!"

I loved her long and slow. I took my time. Her hips matched me thrust for thrust. While the pace was slow, we looked into each others eyes and enjoyed the moment. We exchanged tender kisses. Gradually the tempo increased. My thrusts got shorter, harder, and faster. Her arms wrapped around my neck and held on. Her heels wrapped around my butt and pulled me in tighter, deeper. Her gasps became more frenzied. We worked each other higher and higher. Our hips moved in unison. I felt myself starting to build to a new explosion. Her hips took on a more frantic action, bucking and churning under me, meeting my thrusts.

I sensed her getting to the top. I pushed into her harder and harder, faster and faster. My hips were pumping like a jack hammer. Hers jerked back at me in the same rhythm. I felt my release coming close. I felt hers was near too. We bucked and rutted, her breathing coming in short gasping pants. We reached the top. I thrust hard, once, twice, three times and exploded into her. She felt the first spurt of baby juice, and tripped over the edge. Her hips bucked and spasmed frantically as her own release came. I spurted into her three, four, five times. My juice splashed against her cervix. Her wail of completion must have been heard for miles!

We wound down slowly. Our breathing returned to near normal. We held each other close, kissing gently, tenderly. We rolled to our sides, still joined. My penis slowly deflated. As we kissed and petted, it shriveled and slipped out of her with a soft slurp.

Carol joined us for a hug and a tender kiss.

"We better get dressed and get going. It's getting late, and I have too pee. If we get back early enough, we can go for a swim and clean up a bit. I bet we smell."

"So do I."

"Me, too."

I stood up and helped them to their feet. Poor Riekie was a little unsteady. Come ran down her thighs.

"Oooo! I'm messy! I kinda like that!"

Dressing for the girls was a simple affair. They simply slipped their dresses over their heads. Riekie left hers unbuttoned, saying she wanted to be as wanton as possible until we got close to the house... Carol asked for help with her zip. They left their soiled panties on the blankets. I slipped on my shorts and shirt. We all found our shoes and slipped them on. Riekie started cleaning up our picnic dishes and putting things away.

"I think we should take Riekie's blanket with us. I think I'll give it to Tante Pie."

Carol indicated the one with the blood stain.

"Good idea"

We folded the blanket neatly and placed it on the now packed picnic basket. We checked we hadn't left anything important behind. I saw the box of condoms.

"Anybody got a match?"

No one did, so we buried them in the hay and left them behind. We walked out of the barn. The sun was westering. The girls could hardly wait to pee. They stepped off the ramp and squatted, lifting their skirts. We had no false modesty now, after what we'd done all day. While they passed their water, I stepped to the other side and did the same. A slim pair of arms reached around my waist from behind.

"Need some help holding that?"

"Sure, if you want. She stepped up closer, Her hand reached lower and held me while I relieved myself. When I finished, she shook it dry, and helped me replace it in my pants.

"Carol Anne Scott, you are some kinda woman, ya know? I'm proud to know you, and even more proud to love you."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Yup! All the ones here, anyway."

"Riekie! He says he's proud to know us!"

"Izat all?"

"The rest ain't for polite company."

"The beast!"

I growled and made to chase them. They ran up the road, giggling and squealing. I trailed along with the picnic basket and blanket. They slowed and waited for me. As I caught up, they took an arm on each side, and snuggled up. The king of the world was back, strolling up a beautiful country lane in the early evening sun with the two most beautiful creatures in God's creation.

We made it back to the halfway rest point. I set the basket down, and pulled my wives close. I gazed longingly into Riekie's open bodice. Her nipples were erect.

"This was meant to be Riekie's special day, but it turned into something special for all of us. Was it a special day for you My Love?"

"Mmmmm-Hmmmmn! And How!"

"Did you get enough?"

Riekie grinned.

"For now, but I'm plotting a way to get some more of him before bedtime."

Carol rolled her eyes in mock disgust.

"Shameless hussy! I see your titties sticking out! They are pretty, though. I wish I'd worn a dress like that."

"I think we better go. Any more of this kinda talk, and we'll be walking home by starlight."

We moved on. We got to the end of the trail. Before we stepped onto the main trail to the house, we stopped for Riekie to do up her buttons. Both Carol and I groaned to see those beautiful mounds disappear from view.

We stepped into the main trail. We heard voices approaching from the direction of the cottage. We walked slowly toward them. We rounded a bend, and met Tante Kit and Tante Pie. We were happy to see them. Carol took the blanket from me.

"Tante Pie. Put this blanket with my sheet. Put Riekie's name on it."

Tante Pie's reply was a simple "Ah! So!"

Tante Kit, that beautiful woman, gave me a frankly appraising look and laughed.

"I though I smelled happy woman."

Blunt and devilish as ever, she asked Riekie.

"So! How many times?

Riekie, catching on to her aunt's blunt humour asked in return.

"For myself, or all together?"

"Both, unless you're shy."

"Four and two makes six since noon."

Both aunts rocked on their heels. Remember my superman speech? I'm not, but two super girls can get you thinking you are.

Tante Kit got serious then.

"I was only half joking about the smell of happy woman. You three get into the house and into your swim suits as quickly as you can. You need a soaking!"

"Thanks, Kit. We suspected, but we've been around ourselves all day, so we don't notice anything."

"Don't get me wrong. It's not a bad smell, but it does advertise arousal at the very least."

My estimation of Tante Kit kept rising; she was a true friend. We said our good nights and hurried back to the cottage. Fortunately, when we got there, Dolly was visiting with Oma and Opa. The boys were already in bed. Bob was reading at the table. We spoke to Bob briefly. He wrinkled his nose and pointed at the lake. Needing no further advice, we raced upstairs and quickly changed. I grabbed a bar of soap from the bathroom. The girls were downstairs by the time I did that. We ran laughing and teasing to the beach and straight in the water. It was very refreshing. That ended Riekie's wedding day.

Riekie didn't get me alone again that night, but in the ensuing week before we went home she managed to get me under her skirt at least once a day, and usually twice. Carol managed about the same.

That last week at the cottage passed quickly. We explored our love. Everyone knew that something major had happened. The three of us were often together, but just as often it was only two of us, in any combination of pairs. The girls were a little circumspect about their love around Dolly, but when one or both were with me, we openly kissed and cuddled. It was very apparent that Dave had landed both girls equally.

Labour Day weekend came too soon. There were things planned for the pavilion, but we couldn't stay. With school starting on Tuesday, we had to be back. We left on Saturday morning a week after Riekie's wedding day. It was the best summer of our lives. The twenty summers following were some of the worst, but for now, all we saw was a promising year ahead.



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Chapter 28


Riekie and I drove into town on the Friday before we left and picked up the U-haul. We thought we might find a quiet spot to make love, but no such luck. We made do with our evening walk with Carol. We had a secluded little glade we could use, and we always liked it better when it was the three of us, even if only two were directly involved. We had the U-haul mostly loaded Friday night, ready for a fairly early departure.

Saturday we had to say all our good byes to the family. It took longer than expected, but we were away by mid-morning.

The trip home from the cottage that Labour Day weekend was uneventful. Riekie and I shared the driving. Carol rode up front with us. We were able to cop a few feels and be close to each other, but that was all. We left the cottage mid-morning on the Saturday. We arrived home mid-afternoon.

I called home as soon as we got in to let my folks know we had arrived safely. I told them I'd call for a ride home once we got everything unloaded, and had a bite to eat. It took some time to unload the car and U-haul. It was early enough, we were able to return the U-haul to the depot. We had a light supper then I had to leave. I called Dad to pick me up.

It was hard to leave My Girls behind. It was one thing at the cottage to kiss them good night and go to a separate bed. At least they were in the same house, and I would see them in the morning. It was an entirely different experience to leave them and go to an entirely different house. When Dad came to get me, everyone helped me carry my gear out to the car and load it. I gave Dolly a big hug and thanked her for putting up with me for the summer. I gave the little guys each a hug. Bob was a 'See ya.' I kissed both girls openly and passionately in a group hug. There were tears. Dad raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything until we were on the road.

"Both of them?"

"Both of them."

"One's not jealous of the other?"

"Nope."

"How so?'

"Total trust amongst ourselves, total love amongst ourselves, and total commitment to each other."

Dad laughed.

"Sounds almost like you married 'em."

"You could say that,"

He was about to make another crack until he realized how seriously I said that.

"You're not serious!"

"Never been more serious about anything in my life, Dad."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not yet. I have to talk to My Girls before I can talk to you. We didn't think about it much at the cottage until it was almost time to come home, then we never got a chance, we were so busy with last minute details."

"'My Girls', eh? Sounds neat the way you say it. Well, at least you have excellent taste in women. They're a pair of beauties. I won't press it for now, Dave, but you will have to talk to your mother and me sometime. You talk to the girls then we'll talk. We've never had secrets in this family, and I don't want to start now, OK?"

Dad was right. We never had secrets before. I thought maybe I better get my wives out to the farm as soon as possible to meet and talk with their new in-laws. I was really starting to take the marriage thing seriously. It wasn't late when we got home. Dad and I carried my stuff into the house. I wanted my family to know everything, but I couldn't tell them anything until I cleared it with my own new family.

Everyone was home. Val had arrived from her summer with Cathy earlier in the day. There were hugs and 'Welcome home' from everyone. Heather was full of questions. She wanted to know everything I'd done. I'd picked up a couple small trinkets from my few trips to town that I gave her. That made her day. They asked if I got my birthday presents they sent with Dolly. They wanted to know about the party, and all that. I showed them the ring Carol got me, plus a few other things I got. Mom eyed the ring closely. She was impressed. She called it a 'forever' ring, even though I didn't show her the inscription. I got a little nervous.

When I showed them my ring, Dad's eyes got round. He leaned to Mom and whispered something to her. I didn't catch what it was, but imagined it was about seeing me openly kissing both girls. Mom chuckled at what he said then regarded me intently for a few seconds. I told them of the day we got our Beginner's Permit and how well we did on the test. My stories of the summer ran out. There'd be other times to talk about the exploring, swimming and fishing. I did tell about Iain and his bass. We spent a little more time catching up with Val then I went to my room to start putting my stuff away.

There was a phone on my desk! I ran whooping and hollering back downstairs. Mom and Dad were still at the kitchen table talking quietly.

I should point out that as farm people we were also 'kitchen people'. The kitchen was the focal point of everyday life, not only for us, but every farm family we knew. It was office, meeting room and common room. All the really important things in our family happened or were discussed there. That meant we hardly ever used the formal living room and dining room except for special guests and occasions. Dad always said the living room was just used to entertain the parson, so we should turn it into something else. That big old farm house had a large kitchen with a large table that would seat eight easily. There was a smaller room off it that we used as a TV room.

I ran into the kitchen and threw my arms around Dad's shoulders. I hugged him and then hugged Mom. Dad grinned at my reaction.

"Looks like he found it, Lori!"

"Mom and Dad, you're the greatest! I don't know how to thank you!"

"A belated 'Happy Birthday' to you, son. You might not think so when you have to start paying the bill. We paid for the installation and the first month for your birthday. We got a deal on it. They took out the old party line this summer, even though we were the only ones left on it. The main number is private now, too. There was a promotional deal on, and we got the second line for half price."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

I was so excited by this gift I was at a loss for words. Mom spoke up.

"Well, at least you can have some privacy when you talk to your girl... s."

Dad had told her what he'd seen, and probably our conversation as well.

"Yeah! This is so neat! I can't wait to use it!"

"I know just who you'll call first, too." Both Mom and Dad laughed at that one.

Thanking them for the phone again, I decided that I would pre-empt my parents' questions about the girls and me. I wanted a meeting to tell them what we'd done and ask for their support at least. I doubted a blessing would be forthcoming.

"Thanks again, Mom and Dad. Oh! Is it alright if I invite the kids out for supper tomorrow night? I'm not sure they can make it, but I'd like to clear it with you before I invite them. I was their guest all summer. I should return the favour. Can I extend the invitation from you?"

Mom smiled warmly and nodded. Now all I had to do was sort out with the girls and Bob just what we were going to tell them and how much.

"We were going to suggest you have them out soon anyway. We don't get to see much of them. We hardly know Carol, and we've never met Riekie. You're always there. Did you know your father has a little bit of a crush on Carol since she called him Dad and hugged him the day you left? Not that I blame him, she is really sweet."

Dad winced and she poked him playfully in the ribs.

"Wait until you see the other one! Ok, Dave run along and play with your new toy! I bet you can hardly wait to make your first call!"

He was right! I ran up the stairs to my room, picked up my new phone and dialed the number. Carol answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Carol Anne? You must've been standing on top of it!"

"I was just going to call you. You've only been gone a little while and already I miss you."

"Me too, Love. I just had to try out my new phone!"

"New phone?"

"Yeah! My folks got me my own private phone for my birthday! I can talk to you guys all I want now, and not worry about tying up the line."

"That's great! So what do we talk about on our first call on your new phone?"

"I'd just like to sit hear and listen to you breathe, but I really do have something to discuss. Is Riekie nearby, and Bob? Where's your Mom? Can you talk fairly privately?"

"Riekie's right here. You don't think I'd get to call you without her, do you? Bob's just in the kitchen. I can get him easy. Mom's giving the little guys a bath and putting them to bed. They went over to the neighbours to play and came back filthy! Oh, here's Bob now... hey you guys! David got his own phone! Yeah!"

She spoke directly to me again. I could hear Bob and Riekie talking in the background.

"So what do we need to discuss? You make it sound all mysterious and serious."

I gathered myself together. This might not be as easy as I thought. I started with the invitation.

"Mom and Dad have invited the three of you to supper tomorrow night for having me with you all summer. Can you come?"

"I'll check with the others."

I heard them talking, but couldn't make out what they said. Carol had covered the mike out of habit. She came back on the line.

"Yeah! We can come. We're not sure about a ride, though. If Mom can't drive us or let Riekie use the car, will your Dad come get us?"

"No problem just let us know."

"Is that all? That wasn't so mysterious. That's very nice of your folks and tell them thanks for us."

"No, that's not all. We're going to use this opportunity for US to initiate another meeting and announcement, like with your family, except I don't know what to tell my folks, or how they'll react. Dad already suspects something from the way I replied to a wisecrack, and he was stunned to see me with both you girls. He's told Mom what he thinks. They were very impressed with my ring, Carol Anne. I think Mom clued into the seriousness of the intent as soon as she saw it. They're very curious.

"That's mainly why I called. I want us all on the same page tomorrow so when I start talking, you don't get any nasty surprises. I have some questions for all of you. Do you still want to come, even though it could get tense, to say the least? If you do, then what do we tell them? If you don't, what do I tell them on my own? They still want to know what's going on. Dad has already reminded me we don't have any secrets in this family, and that I must bring them up to speed fairly soon.

"If we tell them everything, I don't know how they'll take it."

Riekie's soft voice came on.

"Hi, Lover. Are you forgetting that friendship speech you gave me? Friends tell each other the truth, no matter how painful or embarrassing it might be. Your parents are also your friends, David, and we want them to be ours. We may get yelled at and called stupid fools, but your parents should know about us. Carol Anne and I WANT them to know. We want the whole world to know. Keeping secrets is hard and unfair. We have to keep it from our father, because we KNOW what he'd do. Your parents are a lot more open, from what you've told us. Remember how they handled the phone sex thing? Carol told me how great they were when she spoke to them that day. That's how you came to get your phone. I think they'll be OK. What do you think Carol Anne? Bob?"

Riekie sounded more like she should be First Wife all the time. She put the phone down to talk to the others. I heard muffled voices. After a short discussion, I heard someone pick the phone up again.

"Bob, here. I'll let the girls tell you their decision themselves. I'll just remind you of what you told me to say when Carol was playing twenty questions about you way back when: 'The truth, Bob, the truth. Answer her questions the best you can. I don't have anything to hide.' Do the same for your parents. Someone else wants to talk to you."

It was Carol.

"David, my darling, Riekie and Bob are right. You can blame yourself for that. You have drilled it into all of us how important Truth is, now you, we, have to live by what you preach. I'm nervous, even scared to talk to your family. It's an entirely different situation than with my family. They knew the basics, and helped, they just wanted some detail and then they celebrated with us. Your parents don't know anything, and we're gonna drop a real bombshell on them. I trust your parents to do the right thing. They were so sweet and understanding on the phone sex thing, I just KNOW they're gonna be OK with this. Riekie and I love you more than either of us can say, we'll be with you. It won't be that bad."

"Carol Anne, Riekie, if you can hear me, Bob. You don't know how glad I am to hear you all say this! I want to tell my family everything. I might have already, but I had to check with my new family first. The three of us ARE a family now. The needs and desires of that family come first, even at the expense of our original extended families. We need the support of more than just the aunts and your grandparents. We need someone here, not away in Toronto or someplace far away. You've all made me very proud. I love you all, even you, Bud!"

I heard laughter on the other end, and some gentle teasing of Bob.

"What's the dress?"

'C'mon, Carol Anne! This is supper at my house! We don't dress fancy for dinner, you know that!"

"Riekie has never met your family formally, and she wants to make a good impression."

I had to tease a little bit. I knew Riekie was listening.

"Well, from what I hear about the impression you two have made on my dad, I think if you showed up nude, he'd think that was OK."

Giggles and laughter.

"David! You're disgusting! No wonder we love you! Your dad might think it's OK, but what about your mom? She's the one Riekie's really concerned about. Would our pretty summer dresses be alright?"

That would be perfect! My mom wore them all the time. She's an attractive lady, even to her son. That's probably where I developed my fondness for that style of dress.

"That's perfect! I imagine Mom will be wearing something similar. She wears them all the time, even for the preacher, so you should be fine. Tell Bob something casual, not jeans, to complement your beautiful selves. I'll wear the new outfit your mom got me. It's clean. Your mom washed it up before we came home."

"Sounds good, Honey."

"And Sweethearts? Panties are optional. Just don't flash my dad too much..."

I got a chorus of 'Pervert' and 'Dirty old man' for that last remark.

That wrapped up the conversation and on a more positive note. The girls each gave me a noisy smacking phone kiss. I returned them. We expressed our love, and hung up.

I got off the phone relieved, but still very nervous. We were going to spill the beans, but we didn't know what would happen after that. Tomorrow would come when it came. I had to wait.

The next morning, Riekie called. She could get the car. What time should they be there? I suggested as soon after lunch as possible. That would give us a little time to break the ice, and all afternoon to talk to my folks. I had no idea how long it would take. We exchanged lovers' pleasantries and hung up.

I told Mom and Dad the kids would be out shortly after lunch time. Mom made Val and me vacuum and dust the big living room, although it was already spotless. Then she had us set the best dishes out on the big dining room table. We wondered who else was coming to supper to warrant the full treatment. My friends didn't expect this kind of guest treatment. They were basically kitchen people too. If we were having company besides the kids, there wouldn't be a chance to talk. I asked mom about it.

"Somebody else coming for supper? Is the preacher coming out today?"

"No, Dear! Just your friends."

"Then why all the formal stuff? My friends are quite comfy in the kitchen. They're 'real' people just like us."

"Oh, we thought it'd be nice for a change. It's not everyday a boy brings TWO girl friends home! Your father seems to think they're special enough. It was his idea. I know your friends are just like us, and don't wait on ceremony, but he insisted. Sometimes I wonder about that man. He's really quite taken with Carol, you know, and now he keeps going on about what a looker this Riekie (Is that her name? I've never met her.) is. Watch your girls, Dave! <Grin>. He said,

'It's time we used these rooms for more than just entertaining the parson'. He keeps complaining we only use half the house. You know? When I think about it, he's right. We should use what we have. Keeping part of the house closed up and not used except for the parson and Christmas just doesn't make much sense."

She went on a bit about how hard it was to keep a big house, and all that. I drifted away and finished my assigned chores. Mom was right, of course in her explanation. Dad and I were in complete agreement about the old-fashioned use of the house, but women rule there and we never expected things to change. We just cracked off about it now and then. I sensed, though, that there was something more profound in his suggestion to use the living and dining rooms to entertain my guests. Dad suspected something special was afoot with My Girls and me from one unguarded remark. I began to think he hadn't told Mom all he suspected after all, though, because she was a little mystified why he wanted them to get the red carpet treatment too.

Lunch came and went. I waited nervously by the hall window, watching for them to turn up the lane. Soon, I saw the big wagon turn in. I went to the door and waited. I watched the car pull up and stop. I was out the door in a flash.



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Chapter 29


Carol was driving! She looked nervous. She had a death grip on the wheel. I let her unwind a bit, and helped Riekie out first. Riekie showed a lot of leg getting out of the car. She rose from the seat straight into my arms. We exchanged a very warm kiss that had her friend squirming. She felt it and squirmed a little back.

"Welcome to my home, Little One. Someday we'll all live here. "

"Hi, Lover! I like your greeting! Seems somebody else is glad to see me too."

I took her hand and we went around to help Carol. She had finally relaxed her grip on the wheel, and was ready to get out. As she turned in the seat, I held out my hand. She took it and slid forward. Her dress rose way up, her thighs were a little parted, and Riekie and I got a healthy flash of her beautiful pussy. She rose into my arms like Riekie before her. We exchanged a similar hot kiss. Her friend squirmed his 'hello' to her, too. She acknowledged by squirming back.

"Hi Doll! Did you guys get a good look? Sweet Prince is glad to see us, too, I think."

I held my wives at arm's length. I looked them over appraisingly. They were wearing almost identical summer frocks which came to a stylish four inches or so above the knee. The only difference between them was the colour, which they'd obviously chosen to set off their hair. I noticed that both dresses buttoned down the front, with a fairly low bodice. The top button was left undone to give a teasing glimpse of rounded teenage flesh without being course. Carol wasn't going to miss an opportunity again! They were stunningly beautiful. I knew they'd make the right impression on Dad, at least.

I slipped an arm around each of them. They each slipped one around me. The parents were waiting on the front porch where Bob had gone ahead to greet them. He didn't need to wait to be introduced. Just like I said, Mom was wearing a pretty summer dress, too. It was amazingly similar to the girls'. We had chosen well. She gave them an approving smile. Dad was grinning. He REALLY liked the view!

The girls and I joined Bob and the folks on the porch. I introduced Carol first.

"Mom, Dad, you've talked to her on the phone, and Dad has met her before. This is Carol Anne."

Mom hugged Carol tightly, kissing her on the forehead like a long lost friend. Carol kissed her lightly on the lips. Mom's pleasure was obvious.

"Hi Carol Anne! Welcome, Dear. I feel I know you already! We finally meet, instead of just being voices on the phone."

"Hi... M-Mom! Thanks for having us over."

They released each other. Carol stepped right in tight to Dad, gave him a huge hug and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Mom raised her eyebrows a bit. Dad just beamed.

"Hi! Dad! Did you miss me?"

"Hi yourself, Sweet Thing. Of course! The sun doesn't shine without you! You're prettier than I remember. Now just WHO is the gorgeous creature with you and Dave?"

Dad could be a charmer. Carol melted, and Riekie blushed prettily, waiting on my arm for her turn at introduction.

When Carol released Dad from her hug, I introduced Riekie.

"Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet the other lady in my life, Carol Anne and Bob's sister Riekie."

Riekie actually curtsied! The folks were bowled over! She was an instant hit!

"I am so pleased to meet you, Mr. And Mrs. Lloyd. David talks about you constantly. Thank you for inviting us into your home."

Mom spoke for both of them, laughing delightedly.

"Riekie, Dear! You're so sweet! We don't wait on ceremony here. Our names are Don and Lori. Or you can call us Mom and Dad like Carol Anne. Please don't Mr. and Mrs. us. It makes me feel old!"

She reached for Riekie and hugged her close, kissing her on the forehead like she did Carol. Riekie returned the hug wholeheartedly and kissed Mom on the cheek.

"Thanks... Mom! <giggle>."

They stepped back from each other as their warm greeting ended. Riekie turned to Dad. He just held out his arms and grinned. Riekie actually ran into his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips!

"Hi Dad! I've being dying to meet the man Our David thinks and speaks so highly of!"

Poor Dad! He didn't stand a chance! Riekie swept him off his feet! His smile was so big I thought his face might break.

"Hi yourself, Beautiful! No wonder Dave's been hiding you! I'm tempted to steal you away myself! Between you and your sister, the sun seems a little less bright!"

"I think some other people might have something to say about you stealing me away."

She laughed, and indicated Mom, Carol and myself.

As he released her from their hug, he laughed.

"Just an old man's pipe dream, Dear but I am still a bit envious of my son. I thought he'd landed the big one when he came up with Carol Anne, but to find there are two such lovely creatures, and he's got them both! My! My!"

I was beside myself with delight. This was going far better than I dared dream! The girls made more than just a positive impression: they'd stolen my parents' hearts. It wasn't lost on me either, that they referred to Carol as 'Carol Anne'. I noticed her pleased smile when they used her name like that.

Dad ushered us into the house and on into the big living room. He put the three of us on the couch. Mom and Bob got the big easy chairs and Dad sat in his new lazy-boy recliner. I sat between Carol and Riekie, my arms around each. They both cuddled in close and lay their heads on a shoulder. They sat demurely, their dresses exposing just a nice amount of shapely legs. I saw my dad looking appreciatively. Mom too!

We visited a bit, swapping stories about the summer. Dad told us about the grain crop this year, and his adventures with combining, the first time we'd harvested our crop that way. Val had been on the phone when the girls and Bob arrived. Heather was at a friend's house for the day. Val brought a chair in and sat by Bob. She knew everybody, so introductions were unnecessary. She greeted us all warmly, but seemed to have a warmer greeting for Bob. Poor guy! It was lost on him.

The setting was a little stiff. None of us, including the folks, were used to this formal 'sitting room' visiting. The conversation dragged to an almost embarrassed silence. I was waiting for an opportunity to 'call the meeting to order' and start with our announcement. Dad pre-empted me. He was looking thoughtful and seemed to be working up to something. He appeared to be actually nervous, but he finally screwed himself up, and started to speak before I could.

"Carol Anne, Riekie, Dave, last night when I picked Dave up, you can imagine my surprise when he came to the car with two lovely young ladies on his arm. I knew you kids were close friends, so seeing the three of you arm-in-arm shouldn't have been a shock. Seeing the way he kissed you both good night, and the way those kisses were returned within the confines of what appeared to be a very tender group hug caught me completely by surprise. It was apparent that the three of you have developed a very special relationship.

"I mentioned it to Dave, as I'm sure he's told you, on the way home. He was very non-committal about how the three of you were involved, but made it very clear there is a lot of love and trust among you. It was his rather cryptic reply to a wisecrack I made that got me thinking. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it, and was promptly told he had to discuss it with you before he could say anything to me or his mother. We are an open family. We have no secrets from each other. We respect each other's privacy, but there are no secrets. Carol Anne, I think you will vouch for that."

Mom and Val were looking at Dad strangely, wondering where he was going with this. He had told them only that I had both sisters as my girl friends. He had not discussed it any farther. My girls sat up straighter, their hands clasped in their laps, like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. It did, in the form of a blunt question.

"I don't know how to phrase this delicately or without sounding rude. Lori, you and Val are totally in the dark. I think the answer to my next question is probably going to be a shocker.

"Dave, last night, I made a crack, and you gave me a reply. Let's see if I can remember it exactly. I cracked when you told me there was a lot of love, 'Sounds almost like you married 'em.' Your reply was said so seriously it hit me like a thunderbolt. 'You could say that.' The implication in those four words was enormous!

"Lori, do you know Dave refers to Carol Anne and Riekie as 'My Girls'? The way he says it, you can see the capital letters and the love. We're not dealing with simple teenage crushes here. My question to you and Your Girls is simple: What exactly did you mean?"

Mom and Val looked lost. They couldn't quite wrap their heads around what they thought Dad was implying. Mom tried to speak. Dad held up his hand and shushed her, indicating she should wait for one of us to speak.

I unwrapped my arms from my wives. Dad had actually given me the opening I, we, needed. I looked at each one carefully. They were nervous, but smiled encouragement at me, and each gave me a firm nod to start my spiel! They each wrapped their arms tightly around an upper arm, and hung on as if waiting for a gale of wind.

"Dad, when I asked if it was Ok to invite the kids over today, I planned to talk to you with all of us here. The girls agreed. We sort of anticipated your question, but hoped to start this discussion off ourselves. You just got a head start on us. So, here it is. You want the full version or the Readers' Digest condensation?"

"Condensed, please. If I like the story enough, I'll buy the book."

Every eye in the room was on me. Three sets were full of curiosity. Two were nervous and brimming with love. One set watched his friend carefully, ready to back him up.

"Condensed to three words: WE ARE MARRIED. Each to each, and all to each other. Bound by a sacred knot. Held true by mutual vows. Witnessed by our friends. Rings exchanged or promised. Consummated, and proof submitted."

My wives arms tightened even more, holding on for dear life.

Bob spoke into the ensuing clamor of silence.

"I am their Witness. There are others, our mother's entire family to be precise, but I'm their Official Witness."

My family sat in shocked silence. I don't think Val quite grasped everything I'd said. She sat with a questioning look. Mom's mouth was opening and closing, nothing coming out, her face deathly pale. She sat bolt upright in her chair. She seemed to stare into nothingness. Her mouth continued to work. At Bob's words, sounds started to emerge. Finally she uttered two words in a reverent whisper.

"The Goddess!"

Dad had suspected something, but nothing as dramatic as my announcement. He had fallen back into his seat, stunned. He was white as a sheet, the colour drained completely from his face. He finally collected himself enough to lean forward in his chair. His voice was low, resigned. No anger.

"Yes, Lori, the Goddess! She has re-entered our lives from a direction unlooked for."

Mom seemed to get smaller in her chair as she was able to lean back, but a tiny smile played along her lips.

It was our turn to look stunned. The girls and I exchanged worried looks. There was a new element here. I could summon only one word.

"Huh?"

Dad had collected himself more completely. He spoke as if telling our story himself, reasoning it out.

"You fell deeply in love. Someone wanted to share a precious gift. Someone else heard that wonderful wish. A witch intervened. You were taught the words, or at least the procedure. With the three of you, it most likely occurred in two steps. The first one exposed the love that necessitated the second. You performed the rite of the Goddess, or a variant of it. You probably adapted it a little to make it work for three. Looking back, I should have seen it. Carol Anne with the hint of red in her beautiful hair. Both girls so stunningly beautiful. The openness once sexually stimulated properly as Carol Anne showed after the phone sex incident. How am I doing so far?"

Now we were completely taken aback. He wasn't anywhere near when we married! He didn't know any of the Koorstis family except Dolly! He wasn't there when we made love. He could not possibly know ALL about their wild, wanton, uninhibited lovemaking! How was it possible from what little I had told him, to tell us in a nutshell almost exactly how and why it came to be!

"Dad, I thought we had stunning news, and apparently it was, but now you and Mom have stunned us equally. How could you possibly know what you just told us? In three or four sentences, you have captured almost exactly how and why it happened! How can you do this? How can you know this?

"Dave, there are lots of things you don't know about your mother and I. There are some secrets. Not kept out of furtiveness, but waiting for the right time. I may buy your book, but I don't think I need to. In a previous life, I probably wrote it."

Dad was always talking about reincarnation, and kidding about previous lives. He wasn't kidding now. He was deadly serious.

"Let me take another tack for a minute, Son. Carol Anne or Riekie: Your mother's family is Dutch, correct? As I recall, your mother is a redhead. She was probably stunning when she was younger. She has two younger sisters who hide their beauty in drabness. I've heard Bob describe your aunts as 'schoolmarms', an apt description. They probably dress like stereotypical librarians. They are probably bearing an old sorrow, love lost, or something. There may be a much younger 'sister', beautiful. If there is a brother, he has long since disappeared. Your grandparents appear to be very spiritual people, but they don't go near a church or mention Christian teachings. Your grandfather is probably brilliant in his field. Your grandmother seems to know things she shouldn't. How am I doing so far?"

The girls looked at me and one another, wondering just how much I'd told my folks about their family. I didn't even know about Kit, except possibly a vague reference to a third aunt before I went to the cottage. Riekie answered for them.

"I'm like David, how could you possibly know about my family in so much detail? You seem to know things we only learned ourselves this summer."

He raised his hand, almost weary. He smiled.

"Riekie, I can't say how I know so much about your family. I fancy myself a student of human nature. I can deduce a lot from small and apparently disconnected bits of information. One can infer a lot from little bits one picks up in conversation. They mean nothing until something happens to bring all those little pieces together. That your aunts dress drably for their beauty is an indicator they are still basically in mourning over someone or some situation. Bob may have mentioned your youngest aunt. She is so much younger that it would be noticeable. No one told me they have a brother. What I said was IF there was a brother, he has long since disappeared. What has caused me to be able to connect all the separate little bits is your announcement that the three of you used an ancient rite to marry.

One thing, before I continue. Congratulations, My Children. Your love is safe in this house. In this house, you are Husband and Wives! What happens outside will be determined by circumstance. In a few years, it will be yours. You will raise your own children here. Lori! We sent out a Son, and gained two daughters! I knew there was something special in what David said! I knew we were right to prepare a feast today!"

Mom surprised us by rising to her feet. She was no longer the shocked, shrunken woman of a few minutes ago. She almost literally glided over to us. She kissed my wives very sensually on the lips. You could see the girls respond. She looked deep into my eyes. I saw things in Mom's eyes I had never seen there before. I swear I saw eternity.

"You will do well, David. But mark my words. You must protect these two precious girls. There is evil afoot."

She chilled me to the bone. She then went to Dad and sat in his lap. It was the most amazing display I'd ever seen from my mother. To top it off, my folks were calling me 'David' now, and it sounded like the girls use of it. What the Hell was going on? Dad spoke again, his voice much stronger now.

"The Sacred Rite you performed was common all over Europe at one time. It was common among the Celts and various other tribes. The oldest religion in the world, Wicca, uses it. Wicca celebrates and venerates 'The Goddess'. The term 'witch' comes from Wicca, and really means 'priestess' or 'servant' of the Goddess. Today, we hear the echo of the Goddess in the term 'Mother Earth'. The feminine godhead is the oldest principle in religion. It even surfaces in Christianity in the form of the Virgin Mary. To the Romans and Greeks, she was 'Hera'. In Babylon she was 'Astarte'. Wicca simply refers to her as the "Goddess', although sometimes we hear the name 'Diana'.

"Girls, I suspect your grandmother is a witch. Your grandfather is probably one as well. They certainly know the Old Ways. They keep it to themselves. During the Middle Ages, their family would have been persecuted, so now they keep a low profile. I hope they have passed the ancient lore to one of their daughters, and that she passes it to you. I suspect your family is very ancient. Wicca is the oldest religion, and as such, any one can join it. But there are old bloodlines of priestesses. I think yours is one. They were always known for their stunning beauty, especially a tendency toward red hair, sweet dispositions and their wantonness in bed.

"David, you've read almost my entire library of erotica. From what you did for Carol Anne on the phone, I know you absorbed it and learned how to use what you read. Many of the stories have men and women performing sexual feats we should think impossible or at least unlikely, especially the men. We know that young men your age can perform often, but usually lack control. From your reading, I suspect you know all this. But the women of Wicca seem to be able to call superhuman effort from their men. It may be their total inhibition that stimulates the man, and also their capacity to love and give that love more intensely than other people.

"I don't want to pry into your private affairs, so you can refuse to answer my questions, no offence given or taken. Thus, at the risk of sounding crude, what are you and your wives like together? Do you surprise yourself with your own stamina? Do they surprise you with their sexual openness, especially when it is so new to them? Would their bedroom behavior, even exhibitionism seem wanton in any other setting? I know without asking that both were virgins before you. It was the gift of a maidenhead that got you married."

I looked at the girls. They were both blushing deeply, but they nodded that I could answer his questions. I felt like bragging, but decided to tell the truth with no false modesty.

"We are simply magnificent together, either as pairs or all three at once! I've read in your books what to expect from myself in normal sexual situations. I am constantly amazed at what these wonderful creatures manage to extract from me without killing me, and my own control. The naturalness of it confounds me sometimes. It's nothing like the artificial and forced situations in the books. My wives' inhibition when we are in private is a wonder to behold, and if it were seen from the outside, might even be considered obscene by some. I don't want to embarrass them any more than they are, so that will have to be all the answer to your questions. Carol Anne may I tell what happened with the condom?"

Carol hid her face in mortification, but nodded yes.

"Carol Anne and I tried a condom, more as an experiment than anything. Her grandfather gave us some in case we felt we needed them to prevent a pregnancy. I hated the feel of it. Carol almost literally had a fit. It made her physically ill. We will never be able to use them. Riekie and I have never repeated the experiment. Somehow we know it will be the same."

"David, you are probably one of the luckiest men in the world right now. You have two of the most wonderful, beautiful, sexual creatures ever to grace this Earth for your wives. From what I see, and what you say, they are true daughters of Wicca, and I am so proud to meet and know you both.

"Carol Anne and Riekie, please don't be embarrassed. You should be proud of who you are and what you do with David. After all, it is done within your marriage. You should learn the Old Ways; it is your birth right. It is not my place to teach you your birthright, that is normally the task of a female family member, but I might be able to answer an occasional question. Lori can help you a little, but you should talk to your aunts. I suspect your mother knows more than she says.

"Who all knows of your marriage? Carol Anne, David and Riekie have both spoken for your new family. Logic says you were the one that started this whole thing off, so you should tell us a little of the story. Would you care to speak now?"

Carol got a grip on herself. As she spoke, her voice gained confidence, and the embarrassment disappeared... 

"Our three aunts, Tante Pie, Tante Jo, and Tante Kit. Our grandparents, Oma and Opa. Mom has not been officially told, but we think she knows, or at least suspects. She says and does things that allow us more freedom and privacy. She seems a little happier, too, now that I think of it! The whole family is happy for us. Our family on that side has no secrets, so I think she's been told. Our little brothers don't know. Now you three know.

"I guess I should give you the highlights of what happened.

"Oma was the first to know. She overheard Riekie and me talking. I wanted to give David that special gift you mentioned. I like the word you used: 'maidenhead'. Soon the whole family knew. They all helped plan it so David and I could be alone. He says we're magnificent together. That's an understatement. He told me he would take me to the stars and beyond. We made it! Riekie and Bob were our Witnesses for our union. Riekie was so sweet and loving! She treated us like a Prince and Princess, waiting on us hand and foot.

"We were supposed to only get one night together. We got two. Mom mysteriously was able to stay away another day. We had Sunday and Monday night together. The sheet from our first night was saved and given to Tante Pie to keep.

"On the Tuesday night, Riekie stunned David and me with a declaration of love. We realized our relationship had reached a new level.

"Wednesday we just grooved along, getting used to this new situation.

"Thursday, David and I talked it over. We realized we loved Riekie, too. We married her that night.

"Friday, Opa called us to a meeting. We thought we were going to get a lecture on the perils of teenage love. We didn't. They wanted to celebrate. They called it a meeting as a bit of a joke so we would be a little tense. That worked. Opa was making a toast to us when David stopped him and told them about Riekie. We were scared of their reaction. They went WILD with happiness! They stunned us as much as you have today. We had told Riekie we didn't think we could share our bed with her just yet. Tante Pie found out and gave me a blast, saying we were being selfish, that we denying Riekie her rights as a wife. When I told David, her kicked himself for a fool. He said he, we, should have realized it ourselves so we decided to make things right with and for her.

"We had planned a treat for Riekie for Saturday. Instead of just a fun day, we made it her wedding day. At one point, David had what he called a 'cosmic experience'. Because of it we all reached a new level of understanding and the three of us fell more in love than ever. We saved Riekie's blanket and gave it to Tante Pie to put with my sheet. And now we're here.

"Our father must be kept completely in the dark until we are of age, at least. I don't know why, but the family don't like him at all, and insist he not know. The three of us just KNEW that it must be a secret from him. I'm afraid he would hurt one or all of us badly if he found out. It is because of Daddy that Mom doesn't 'officially' know. She might let something slip. The same reason for the little guys as we call them, kids being kids, after all."

"Yes! The bridal cloth! I'd forgotten that one! You were wise to save Riekie's too. "

"Dad?"

"Yes, Riekie."

"What gives with you and Mom here? You're happy for us, that I see, but how come you know so much?"

"Lori?"

"Riekie, Dear Daughter! After my divorce, I was lost and looking for something. A friend steered me toward the Goddess. I became a member of a Wicca coven, before I married Don. We actually met through it. I don't have the bloodline you do, but there is some ancient blood in me. I have some Sight. I can see some things, usually dark. It's been helpful a few times, but only seeing the dark is bad for the soul, I think. I was studying to be a priestess. Don came to the coven just to study Wicca. He never openly embraced the faith, but he knows much of its history and practices.

After I had been with it for some time, some new members joined the coven, They started mixing in other religious and cultish forms, especially the occult and black magic. They perverted the coven and it lost its focus on the Goddess. I left because of the changes and the drifting from the Old Ways and married Don. He accepted and has raised my two young children as his own.

I thought I'd left it all behind then today you bring the Goddess and one of her royal bloodlines into my home. Riekie, you and Carol Anne are very special. There is something going on that I can't See, but I sense. All I know is David must protect you. You and Carol Anne MUST have his babies."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Carol Anne, First Wife?"

How did she know that? We had not referred to Carol as 'First Wife' today!

"I think our David has some of your Sight. He had that experience last Friday. It was awesome to see the effect on him. He had almost a glow about him! But he keeps talking about a Power working in our lives. It gets spooky sometimes. He seems to know things he shouldn't. My grandparents saw it. They said he was 'wise beyond his years'. I know they love him. They made him a member of the family and I think they might have even without Riekie and me."

"Is that so? David? What is this about a Power you sense?"

"Mom, the way Carol Anne and I met, was so dramatic, and the path our lives have taken just leads me to conclude there's a Power guiding us to some Purpose. It may be that our purpose is simply to have children who will do the Great Thing, whatever that may be. Then there are times when I actually feel this Power working. I told Riekie I thought it brought us together with her. As a matter of fact, it may have just been a happy accident that Carol Anne opened the door that day. I feel, and after talking about it, the girls think so too, if Riekie had opened the door, we would have had the epiphany and Carol Anne would have been brought to us the way Riekie was.

"The point being, that this Power wants and needs the three of us together. The position of First Wife is meaningless except as a literal 'I was here first' concept. That realization was partly the result of my 'cosmic experience' and resolved for us the issue of being able to love more than one person so intensely. We are three. Remove one, and the other two fall. What I mean by removing one is to remove that one's love.

"We can all three be scattered across the country, huge distances apart. As long as the love we feel is true and pure, we'll survive and thrive. We prefer to be together, naturally, but that is impractical in the long run. We have to live in the real world too. Next fall, all being well, Riekie will be off to med school two years ahead of us. In two years I'll be off to RMC, and Carol Anne to OCA. At least for the period of our education, we could be almost anywhere. The girls won't be too far apart, and may even be able to set up housekeeping while they're at school. I could be almost anywhere in the world the Army sends me. Our love will bind us together even then. If one of us falters in that love, we're all lost.

"I can't begin to imagine what would happen to the two survivors if/when one of us dies. I hope that's different, and the remaining two can use the memory of the third as the third leg of our tripod, because a memory of someone passed over is usually the purest and best memory you have. Why then, can't the same be said for losing one of us who still lives? The memory is coloured by reality. We would know the lost one is still out there."

Dad spoke again.

"My God, David, that is powerful stuff. I'm impressed! I've heard it said that young people can't even reason properly until they're twenty one. You and your wives put the lie to that! Now, we have a few details to attend to then I think this meeting can be closed."

"What details?"

Three voices asked the same question.

"Loose ends in your relationship we can help with: David do you have rings for your wives yet?"

"Not yet. They will get them for Christmas if I can afford them."

"That's why I asked. As long as you intend to get them, we will make sure they're paid for."

"I know all three of you have discussed what you will do in the event of pregnancy. We should now discuss it as a family. From your description of Carol's physical aversion to condoms, I think you're right about not trying them with Riekie. I think you are going to find they will have some very negative reactions to the Pill as well. Girls, I suggest you don't even try the Pill. I fear for your health if you do. That leaves the three of you with three options: The first is withdrawal. You girls won't like that, and even if David does have the willpower to withdraw, I strongly suspect you won't let him. I think you're hardwired to orgasm when he ejaculates. The next is the rhythm method. You are already using it, but I suspect it just isn't going to work. When you want it, you want it, regardless of the time of month. The third, most reliable method is total abstinence. It suffers from the same problem as the rhythm method, and takes total self control.

"What it boils down to, is you three have very few birth control options. You were designed and built to be baby machines. That means sooner or later one or both of you is going to get pregnant. That brings me to my whole point. All three of you have career plans. We want you to pursue them. Early pregnancy can delay or interrupt those plans, but does not have to cancel them. Lori and I want you to know that if that happens, we are here to raise and nurture our grandchildren for you if it means getting you through school. Is that acceptable to you?"

Riekie spoke for my wives.

"David said you would be supportive if that happens. None of us expected such good news. If it happens, we'll be glad of any help you can or want to give us."

Mom spoke.

"Daughters, Don and I don't have a choice. The Goddess directs us in this, but if we did have the choice, we are honoured to do this for Her Princesses, for I feel you surely are."

Dad spoke again.

"Another loose end. While you are in this house, it is YOUR home too. You will always have a safe place to come if you need it. I know you three don't have a place to express your love. You have one hundred acres of farm to explore and from time to time we will arrange to have you stay over. We can't do it too often or we'll raise suspicion, but certain special events can be adapted. When you stay over, I'm sorry to say we don't have many beds, so the three of you will just have to suffer and bunk together. I'm sure you will adapt..."

Grinning broadly at his joke, Dad declared the meeting closed. Mom got off his lap as the girls rose from the couch. We'd all been sitting a long time and needed to stretch. The girls and Mom shared a very close group hug. The kisses the three of them exchanged were highly erotic. Mom broke from them and headed to the kitchen.



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Chapter 30


Having declared the 'meeting' at an end, Dad stretched as he stood up. Two nubile forms descended on him. From the look on his face, he was smitten. Bob and I wandered outside and just stood gazing out across the late summer countryside letting the events of the past few minutes soak in. Val came out and coerced Bob into a board game of some sort. She had developed a bit of a crush on him after he danced with her at the party. He liked her, too, but nothing ever did come of it. Too bad. I'd have liked to have Bob as a double brother-in-law.

I went into the kitchen for a drink. Mom was busying herself with supper preparations. She spoke to me quietly.

"David, I think you should take your wives for a walk."

"Don't you need some help with supper? I'm sure they want to help."

"Time enough for that another day. Today they're honoured guests. I couldn't ask Her Princesses to work in my kitchen, not today, at least."

"Mom, they WANT to help."

"Be that as it may, David. Take them for a walk. It's still at least two hours to supper. When I hugged them, I smelled aroused woman. That needs some attention, I think. Can I make it any plainer?"

"Oh!"

I went to find my wives. I heard Mom laughing delightedly behind me. I found the girls still with Dad. He had an arm around each of them and the conversation was serious. I think they were picking his brain about what he thought their true heritage was.

"Mom says I should take you two for a walk and show you around the place."

Dad got the message right off. He released them and shooed them away with me, saying.

"I'll keep Bob busy for you."

The girls seemed to get the hint, too and were eager to go. They ran out to the front porch ahead of me, giggling. It's amazing how fast and well they adapted to this new situation. I caught up to them in a few minutes. I was a little slow because I had to speak with Dad briefly. As we left the house heading up the back lane, I slipped an arm around each of my beauties. They cuddled close and I noticed that buttons had mysteriously come undone from the time they ran ahead 'til I caught up. Holding them close, I got a wonderful view into two very open bodices at two sets of delicious teen boobies. As we strolled along, I asked.

"So waddaya think?"

"Who ya talkin' to?"

"Whoever wants to speak first."

Riekie spoke first.

"Dad is so cool! I see why you think so much of him! Now I understand better where you come from. I only met him today, and I feel like I've known him forever! I've never met anyone who can put you at ease so easily. He kisses nice, too! You never told us he was your step father."

"Don't get carried away with the kissing, Hon. I'm not sure I'm up to sharing either of you with another man, even if he IS my father! Dad is the only real father I've known. Val and I were very young when Mom divorced from my paternal father and remarried to Dad. He adopted us and has been the father he didn't have to be. He has been so much a real father to me, I don't think to tell people he's my step father. Actually, since he adopted us, he IS our father now."

Carol put in her two cents worth.

"Dad is cool, but Mom! She's too much. Are you sure she lives in this world? She has a quality about her that seems like she's not quite here, that all this is just a step to some where else. And talk about kiss! I almost came! She's one hot mama! Am I right, Riekie Dear?"

"Yup! She's some special Lady! But ya know? I think that all happened today, with the talk of the Goddess. I think until today, she was really just your average farm wife with two exceptional men by her. Today, she came back into her own, and took a very careful step into that other world. She called us Princesses! David, you've called me Princess before, but it's a pet name. Don't get me wrong, I love it. It goes with our 'Little Girl' game, but Mom means it. Are we that special?"

"She thinks so. She won't let you near her kitchen to help. She said you were 'honoured guests' and she couldn't ask 'Her Princesses' to work in her kitchen. Did either of you know anything about your family's mystical background?"

Carol answered first.

"Not really. Occasionally one of the aunts or even Mom will make some remark about the Old Ways that doesn't make a lot of sense. You can be sure we'll be listening a lot closer now, and even asking questions. I wondered where they came up with that marriage rite, but then with Tante Pie teaching English and history, she'd have read about it, too."

Riekie continued.

"What Mom and Dad told us today helps explain a lot of their behavior though, especially in the last couple weeks. Like Kit asking about how many times you can go, David. I didn't know what you did with us as a man was considered exceptional, but then, I've never been with a man except you."

"Neither have I, David. How many times can most boys or men go? I just thought you were extra good because of all your reading, and knew how to please a woman."

"Well, ladies, hang on to something solid. I'm going to explain a few things for you."

The vixens both reached for my penis!

"Firstly, Carol Anne, my reading doesn't make me go more. It might help me last longer by suggesting methods. Remember the thing about higher math? Where doing math while you make love distracts a man's mind enough so he doesn't come too soon? The rest of my reading has taught me how to give a woman pleasure, that's for sure, but mainly in an oral sex way. You guys like to fool around that way a bit. It's good for foreplay, too, to get a woman more receptive. Where it might be most useful is when you do each other. With me, foreplay was important to make your very first time that much better, but since that, you've both become insatiable for full vaginal intercourse, and you don't need a lot of stimulation from me to get you ready. You love it so much you get yourselves ready just thinking about it.

"How many times can the average guy go? An adult male in his prime, say late twenties to mid-thirties, may be able to go as many as three to four times a night, not evening, night, which basically means an eight to ten hour period. That average man may be able to go the second time fairly quickly, but usually it takes at least a half hour to recharge, and his second will produce relatively little semen. Most men can only 'get it up' twice in an entire night,

"Teenage boys my age may be able to have an erection several times in a night, but have very little control, meaning they put it in and it goes off. With practice and instruction, they may be able to perform a little better. They also run into the problem of reduced to no-existent ejaculate with each successive erection and orgasm.

"It is fairly uncommon for sexual partners to orgasm together. Women take longer, usually to get stimulated. By the time they're ready to go, the man already went.

"We read in the erotic literature about super studs and the super horny sluts they have sex with, where they both have multiple orgasms and all that good stuff. For most of us, that is pure fantasy. A normal man who performed like that wouldn't be able to walk the next day. If he wasn't completely stiff and sore, he'd be totally exhausted, or all of the above.

"Then there's us. We've stepped right out of the pages of a book. It's not totally unheard of, but generally considered highly unlikely that one man and one woman could be as sexually matched as I am with either of you. It doesn't matter which one of you I'm with, we always hit the final point together. The increase in pleasure of mutual simultaneous orgasm is immeasurable. Dad thinks it's your Wiccan heritage that draws something out in me. To a point, I think he's right, but only to a point. All relationships are two-way streets, so there's something in me that you ladies respond to as well. What ever it is, it's powerful magic.

"I don't even begin to think of myself as anything near a so-called super stud. I think I'm stimulated by two Super Women. Whatever, we three, somehow are operating well outside the norm. Being a threesome is indicative of that."

Carol had managed to get a firm grip on her friend. She was just a little quicker than her sister. She teased.

"I don't think it has anything to do with you at all! It's this guy, all by himself!"

Riekie complained.

"All this talk about sex just makes me want to do it. Who cares if we're abnormal or unusual? We have fun together,. We all love each other. I don't give a tinker's dam how many times average Joe can do it. All I know is YOU can do it enough times to keep me happy. I don't begin to understand any of this. I don't even look at other guys. When I'm with or even close to you, I'm constantly wet and horny. Does that make me a slut? I don't think so. YOU are the only one that has that effect on me."

"Me, too!"

That was the end of that discussion. We continued our walk until well out of sight of the house. I had my eyes on those beautiful breasts. Somewhere along the line, we stopped and the three of us lay down in the long grass. Some heavy necking ensued, and before long, two very nubile young female bodies were nude beneath me. I managed to fill those gorgeous pussies at least twice each. Their screams when they came were music to my ears. I'm glad the neighbours weren't very close. By the time we headed back to the house, they were both very satisfied and cooing in happiness. They had licked Sweet Prince clean each time, and had licked each other out as well.

Mom met us on the lane. She said she was coming to look for us. She kissed each of the girls sensuously then gave them a frank appraisal. She laughed and joked.

"Mmm-mmm! You two look and smell like well-fucked young women. I think I taste a man on you. Is that my David? I don't think there's anything more beautiful except when that well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it. I'm going to like having you two around! You remind me of what I gave up. No more! I don't need a coven to honour Her. Making sure you Princesses are safe and happy honours Her in itself. Supper's almost ready. I was just coming to get you."

"How would you have found us."

"Just follow the screams. You really should have gone a little farther you know. Both Bob and your Dad are in a state. They heard you and know what it meant. That probably means I'll be joining the well-fucked club later tonight. Oh, Daughters, do you need discrete little towels to put under you at supper? I set a couple out for you."

The girls blushed, catching her meaning. I almost missed it until Carol whispered.

"Oh, Mom. Thanks! We-we sort of cleaned each other but David fills me up so much, I'm still leaking. I love the feel of his Precious Stuff, but it's embarrassing to leave a wet spot or have one in the back of my dress. A towel would be wonderful!"

Riekie agreed.

"His Precious Stuff, eh, Little One? David's? How many times? I lost count of the screams."

Uh-oh! She's going to set Riekie off! She was fishing for something, but she got more than she expected. It never even occurred to me to warn her not to use one of her favourite endearments with Riekie. Mom had called us all Little One since we were babies. Just what is the fascination with how many times?

The girls giggled and blushed again. Riekie was the spokesperson this time. She went into character. Carol got into it too. The two of them almost instantly looked like little girls. They wrung their hands in front of them, their pretty heads bent, looking bashfully upward through their lashes, and each spinning a toe into the ground. They were priceless!

"We-ell, sorta. We ca-all it, him, Our Swee-Sweet Prince! It's his Pre-cious Stu-uff. Da-vid filled me right up. Yup! He did! Sweet Prince made a aw-ful mess in Sweet Pus-sy! Yup! Two whole times! Da-vid filled Ca-rol Anne aaaall the way up too! Two more whole times! Sweet Prince made a real big mess in Miss Pus-sy! Are you gonna be mad at us Mommy for mak-in' such a aw-ful mess?"

Mom split a gut. She laughed so hard. When she regained her composure a bit she gasped.

"My God! No! I'm not mad at you! You two are absolutely priceless! You are the sweetest, most precious, most adorable, most wonderful, most delightfully innocent young women I've ever had the pleasure and honour of meeting. No wonder David loves you so much! Do you people have this much fun all the time?"

A look of pure innocence, and voice to match.

"Oh no! Mommy! Some-times we have ev-en more fun! Lots more! Yup!"

We were an open-minded family, but to hear my own mother talk as openly as my wives did among ourselves was almost more than I could handle. Then to hear Riekie go into her little girl character and describe the gory details was over the top. Too many revelations in a short period of time, I think.

We were getting close to the house. Mom looked at the girls and laughed. They had left their dresses undone until we got close to the house. They'd forgotten.

"Sweet Things, I think you better do you dresses up. David and I sure like looking at you beautiful titties, but I don't think Dad or your brother are ready for that kind of display."

Riekie was still in character. She looked down at herself, then at Carol's very exposed and luscious breasts. Both of them had very erect nipples.

"Ca-rol Anne! Mommy says we hafta do up our but-tons! The bad mans might see our boo-boobies. If we're real good, Mommy, can we still have our tow-els?"

"Yes! Now do yourselves up Dears. Then you can run along. When you go in the house, ask Val for your towels. I set them out for you. She knows where they are. David and I will be right in."

They buttoned themselves up with the clumsy fingers of children, but they still left that top one undone, revealing a delectable curve of young flesh. When they were done, they held hands and skipped to the house singing some child's ditty.

Mom was laughing so hard she could hardly stand. She finally got a grip.

"That was wonderful! Oh! They're such a delight! David, you have won the lottery with those two! And they got the mannerisms down perfectly. What set her off? And those names! Sweet Prince, Sweet Pussy and what was the other one? Miss Pussy?"

"Uh, You. Carol Anne started the names. They anthropomorphize. It's really very stimulating when they get going, which is almost any time, all the time. When they're with me, they're horny all the time."

"Me? How'd I set her off. Horny all the time? They must keep you busy. You're going to have lots of babies."

"You called her 'Little One' when she was still horny. Yeah! Riekie stopped wearing panties a couple weeks ago because they were always wet. Carol had to stop wearing them right after the phone thing. They say it only happens when they're near me. That's why they wear dresses almost all the time."

"I know there's a delightful story around 'Little One', I'm sure, but we don't have time right now. I'll just have to remember to use that pet name with caution. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. Your father has the same effect on me. It's easier than doing a wash every other day!"

She broke up again, shaking her head.

"I've GOT to tell your father about the little girl thing! But not tonight! He's already stimulated enough from hearing them scream. You taught them that with that phone sex thing, you know. If they make you deaf, you can only blame yourself. C'mon! Supper will be ruined!"

We went in to supper. We had a wonderful time. Mom and Dad were so good to My Girls, they didn't want to leave. Heather was home from visiting one of her little friends. She took an instant like to both girls, and took turns sitting on their laps, cuddling. We didn't tell her the three of us were married. At seven years old, even though she was a bright kid and more mature than others her age, we were still leery of her innocently letting the cat out of the bag to the wrong people.

Despite Mom's protests she and Val didn't need any help, the girls insisted they help with the dishes. There was a great deal of giggling, laughing and girlish shrieks from the kitchen. My little family was totally accepted into the greater family. Not that I ever doubted they would be. Who wouldn't fall in love with them?

Too soon the day was over. Mom, Dad and my sisters walked out to their car with us. Everyone got big hugs. Dad got a couple sensual kisses that curled his toes. So did I -- two or three times. I helped them into the car. Riekie drove home Carol was nervous of driving at night.

There was a great deal of noise from my parents' room that night.

I saw my wives for only a few minutes on Labour Day. We all had to get ready for school starting the next day. The summer ended officially for us. We had a promising year in front of us. Mom's fear of an evil lurking was almost forgotten.



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Chapter 31


School started again the day after Labour Day. Grade 11 was often considered the toughest year of the five in high school. The work load was demanding, lots of homework and lab assignments. It seems to be the year when students get the most involved with extracurricular activities. I was no exception, nor were my wives.

I tried out for the senior football team and quickly became starting centre, no surprise, really. Most of last year's Junior Championship team moved up to the senior team. Because we were a solid unit, the coach tried to keep us together as much as possible. It was also a rebuilding year for the senior team, as many of the key players graduated this past spring. We had practice every day, sometimes for two hours or more. We played one game a week, half of them away. Fortunately, football season in Canada at that time only ran from September to late November. It was intense but relatively short.

I was heavily involved with Cadets. I gave up my largely ceremonial and administrative position as a platoon commander and took over as the Company Sergeant Major. It was a downgrade in actual rank, but a much more important and prestigious position within the Corps. As CSM, I was directly involved in the actual training. I taught courses in foot drill, map and compass, and fieldcraft. After-school training was only one day per week, but we had at least one weekend exercise per month. Along with my regular homework and assignments, I had to prepare lesson plans for all the courses I taught.

The class I was in was an experimental one for advanced students, started the previous year based on our performance in Grade 9. Our workload was heavier than mainstream, and we were expected to be more involved in school activities. This wasn't just a class of nerds and browners. My classmates included the president and secretary of the Student Council; the Editor of the Year Book and several staff, of which I was one; the star quarterback and two running backs for the football team, and various other of the premier athletes and leaders in the school.

At home, I still worked on the farm. Dad had a day job, so between us we had to find time to farm as well. With the crop all in, the next order of business was getting the ground ready for next year. Dad's brother helped, but we still had lots to do. As long as the cattle were on pasture, the workload was light, but in the late fall, we had to start feeding. Daily chores consumed a part of our day.

I had an extremely busy semester, as did my wives. Our time together was limited to whatever we could steal away from our other activities. Of course, the girls had each other, but they were both so addicted to vaginal sex that a steady diet of girl-on-girl wasn't quite satisfying to them. They complained constantly that Sweet Pussy and Miss Pussy were literally starving to death. Our evenings usually meant an hour or two after football practice then I went home to hit the books. I often ate supper at their house so we could be together. Dolly was absolutely wonderful with me in this way. Mom and Dad shared the chores and farm work so I had a little more time. Val even helped. She became quite proficient with some of the equipment.

Riekie was in Grade 13. She would graduate next spring and move on to pre-med and med school the following fall. Because of the emotional content of the summer, Riekie's academic achievements have been understated. Not only beautiful, my Second Wife was stunningly brilliant. Only a year older than me, she was two years ahead, having skipped a grade in public school. Her grades were always in the high nineties. When in school, she was totally focused. She didn't go out for the extracurricular activities much, but she was an on-again-off-again member of the chess club and debating team. She always tried to carry an extra course or two. This year was no different. Grade 13 was considered in those days not to be just the prep year for university it was basically first year of a general arts university programme. Riekie carried two extra advanced science classes to help prepare her for med school. Her work load would have killed a lesser person.

Carol was an average to above-average student academically, but excelled at art, her chosen career path. She carried extra art classes and was involved in the Art Club. She had the most 'free' time of the three of us which still wasn't much. Because she had a little extra time, Riekie and I put her to 'work' as our secretary. She managed our schedules and made sure we had special assignments in on time. If we needed extra books for our research, she was often the one making the trip to the library with a bibliography, finding them for us. She also made sure the books were returned on time.

Bob was/is brilliant. Unfortunately, his mind was so far ahead of what we took in school, he wasn't particularly focused. He aced any of the science courses, but just scraped through on the more mundane academic material because he just couldn't be bothered. He was very active in the science and chess clubs, and of course, all those projects he and I dreamed up on the side.

Being so busy, the fall just blew by. I had the girls out to the farm two or three times. We enjoyed some wild, noisy lovemaking, the girls trying to feed their starving Pussy creatures enough to tide them over, but it was getting a little cool out in the long grass... 

We had hoped to be able to arrange a weekend stay-over, but with our busy schedules and workloads, we couldn't manage it. The one weekend we thought was clear got cancelled because the football team had to play an overnight away game as part of the championship playoffs. My wives threatened to do extreme bodily harm to whoever drew up that schedule. We won COSSA that year, too.

The first week of September, before my schedule got too hectic, I visited the local jeweler where I thought Carol got my ring. I showed it to him, and he remembered a young lady buying it earlier in the summer. He said it was a very unusual design. He'd hated to break a set, but she seemed so in love, he sold her the man's ring separately. He still had the matching lady's ring and showed it to me. It was the same as mine, but smaller, daintier, as befits a lady's hand. Where mine had an Alaskan black diamond, the lady's had a small true diamond. It was beautiful. I asked him if he could get a second, identical ring. He said he could, but it was a very special order to have a ring duplicated, so would cost at least double the first one.

I asked the price of the first one. When he told me, I almost fainted! I had no idea! Mine would have been even more! Riekie's was going to be at least twice that again! Carol had spent a small fortune (to me at the time, and still a significant sum today) on that ring! The true depth of her love to spend that much money on my ring just deepened my resolve. I asked how much down payment he required. It was almost everything I had just to put money down.

I made a fast trip to the bank, almost wiped out my small savings account, and returned to put a deposit on the rings. I ordered the second one, and got a receipt to show my folks. I showed him the engraving inside mine, and told him I wanted three names with the same inscription on these two. He said he could do it, but it would have to be micro-engraved because of the length of the sentiment and the three names. It would be more expensive. I also wanted Riekie's name added to mine, jacking the bill even higher. The final inscription for all three read 'Riekie, Carol and Dave 1965 Hearts Entwined Forever'. The total bill was staggering. Dad said they'd pay, but I was still scared to show him the bill, and I vowed I would pay him back somehow.

I told the jeweler I needed them for Christmas. I gave him my phone numbers, both home and my own. He said he'd call when they were ready, but it would be the first of December. Special orders like this took extra time.

When I showed Mom and Dad the bill, they just about fainted too, but Mom said she suspected it was pricey because she recognized the workmanship and quality in my ring. It would be tight, but they'd manage. I told them I would repay them somehow. Dad would hear nothing of it. It was their wedding present to us. I was touched by their willingness to do this, but these were my wives' wedding rings. They had to come from me. "No! Dad, these are from me to my wives. I MUST pay for them on my own. I don't know how or when, but I WILL repay you. Your love, support and happiness for us is all the wedding gift we need from you."

It took me a couple years working at part time jobs, even after the dark times, to repay them. My first pay cheque from Northern made the final payment. It was bittersweet at the time.

With the football playoffs over in November, and another COSSA championship, my schedule eased a little. It was mid-term exam time, and most school activities were reduced so students could study. With studying and finishing up last minute reports and assignments, my wives and I didn't get a lot of time together. Our love, though, seemed to deepen and strengthen as the enforced separation of busy schedules kept us apart.

At school, it was hard for anyone to tell the three of us had a relationship. A casual observer would have thought we were just good friends. The girls weren't out to win any beauty prizes or attract other boys. They dressed quietly and conservatively. They attracted little attention from boys. No one knew that under those conservative skirts two hot young pussies were always bare and usually wet, with the exception of their monthlies, when they wore loose slacks to let me know.

Speaking of their monthlies, we had watched very closely for the appearance of their first after our frenetic sexual activity the last week or so of the summer. They both had been so close to their fertile time by Labour Day we fully expected we would be parents. Their periods both arrived within a day of each other. We were very pleased, but a little disappointed, too. Even though we had relatively little opportunity, we had unprotected sex whenever we could, with all the risks of pregnancy known to us. Thus, we all waited expectantly for those monthlies, every month. If they weren't able to tell me directly, the slacks were our signal.

We didn't do the usual teenage lover thing in the hallways and the back stairwell. When we met in the halls, it was with a sweet smile and a discretely blown kiss. We rarely had lunch together. There were three lunch periods and due to class schedules, we were all never able to get the same one. If we did, it would be only two of us. We never managed all three at lunch at the same time. Whenever we did manage some arrangement of a twosome at lunch, we talked quietly and held hands under the table.

Mid-term (Christmas) exams came and went. We all felt we'd done well, but Riekie, ever the over-achiever, felt she could have done better. Bob would be satisfied if he passed. Carol was trying to keep up a standard set by her parents, so she had to work extra hard. I found most subjects easy, and my voracious reading helped. My studying was not as intense. Thank God. Of the four of us, I had the busiest schedule.

Christmas break started just a few days before Christmas. I had to cram all my Christmas shopping into just a few days. Despite my insistence on repaying my parents for the rings, Dad continued to pay me my usual allowance regularly for my farm work, and I got a few small jobs helping the neighbours. As we no longer raised pigs, of which I usually got two for myself, Dad gave me a steer, which I was able to sell for a good dollar in time for Christmas. I had enough funds, then to do my Christmas shopping. I wanted to get everyone something, including Dolly. The girls were getting their rings, but I wanted something extra. Dad said I didn't have to start paying him back until I got a 'regular' job. He wouldn't take a penny until then, so I had a little money to work with.

From my occasional work for neighbours, I was able to make small, token payments to the jeweler. It wasn't much, but was good for my self esteem, and kept me up-to-date on the progress of the order, without making a nuisance of myself to the man. Riekie's ring was delayed. I was concerned it wouldn't be ready in time. Just two days before Christmas, he called and said they were ready.

Dad and I went in to drop mine off for the final engraving and pay up. He showed us the two rings. You could hardly make out the micro-engraving, but under a glass, there it was in a beautiful flowing script:" Riekie, Carol and Dave 1965 Hearts Entwined Forever'. The craftsmanship was superb. Dad knew how much I'd already paid by myself, so he was already writing out his cheque for the balance as shown on my receipts when the jeweler stopped him. They had known each other all their lives and were casual friends.

"Don, don't write that up just yet. I have something to say. This young man has impressed me with his love for these girls, and his insistence on paying as much as he can on his own without your help. He didn't flinch at the price quoted, didn't haggle, and dug deep to make sure he got what he wanted. You've always impressed me as a man of honesty and integrity. You've done a superb job of passing those values along to young Dave, here.

"I've seen many young men come through here over the years, ordering special gifts for their ladies. As often as not, they get cold feet, forfeit their deposits, and I get stuck with the order. But Dave here has been so mature and responsible, paying what he could, and waiting for these rings so eagerly, I am very impressed. I see he wears the matching ring, so I know there's something VERY special about all this. Because of his maturity and obvious devotion to his young ladies, and because you and I have been friends so long, I've decided to make you a better deal. I'll only charge you half the value of the second ring, making it the same as the first. The engraving is on the house, and if Dave sees anything else he wants to get as gifts, it will also be half price. Such love, devotion and maturity deserve it."

I was overwhelmed by the man's generosity. I didn't know what to say, except "Thank you." I knew full well this man had me as a loyal customer as long as he stayed in business, and I would recommend him to anyone wanting fine jewelry. His son took over the business a few years ago and continues the same tradition of fairness and craftsmanship as his father. He still gets all my business and I still send customers his way.

I was nervous of taking him up on the offer of anything else for half price, but there were some items I thought would be excellent gift items for the people on my Christmas list. There was a beautiful moonstone pendant on a fine silver chain I thought would a good gift for Mom. I got one for Dolly, too. Mom's was oval. Dolly's was rectangular. I also saw two heart-shaped silver lockets with a small moonstone set in the face. I thought the moonstones would be a nice symbolic touch for the Goddess. They would be the perfect Christmas gifts for my wives. A nice birthstone ring for Val and a gold signet ring for Bob rounded out my shopping list. I couldn't get Dad's gift with him standing there.

With the engraving I wanted on the lockets, even at half price, it came to quite a bit more than I had, but the jeweler said I was good for it, and let me charge the balance. Dad co-signed the bill as a show of faith it would be paid. I made sure I paid that bill before another month passed. It took all the Christmas money I got from my grandmother and other elderly relatives, plus scrounging work from the neighbours, but I did it.

We made arrangements to pick up all the gifts the next day, Christmas Eve. They would gift wrap everything except the rings. I asked to have '<insert name of wife here> I Love You Forever, David' inside each locket, ensuring he knew Carol's had to say 'Carol Anne'. I took off my ring and handed it over for the change in the inscription to include Riekie. I felt naked without it.

After we finished at the jewelers, exchanging 'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year' with him, Dad dropped me off at the Scotts' so I could spend a little time with them.

Their father was home for the Holidays. We'd hardly seen him since the summer. His company a contractor for the Apollo programme, sent him all over the place, especially Florida, so he was away on business trips a lot. Bob Sr. liked to take a drink when he was home, and usually ended his evenings more than a little tipsy. I didn't like him drunk. He became crude and abusive. Fortunately, when I got there, he was in a mellow Christmassy frame of mind, and welcomed me with a big "Merry Christmas, Dave!" Our thinly veiled hostility from the summer didn't show for this one time.

We exchanged pleasantries then the girls grabbed Bob and me and we disappeared into their room to neck and play records. Bob was with us to keep us from going too far and keep Bob Sr.'s suspicions at bay. Sex wasn't an issue, though: the girls jeans indicated the time of the month.

Whenever Bob Sr. was around, Riekie and I acted like friends as much as possible. Carol and I kept our groping and kissing to a civilized minimum, partly to keep him quiet, and partly in deference to poor Riekie who was cut out. How he missed the torrid looks we all gave each other, though, was a mystery.

I noticed at different times that Bob Sr. seemed to give his daughters, especially Carol, very appraising looks, like a man on the make. He was particularly taken with Carol's legs (as was I), and one time, when he was a little too far into his cups, passed comment on what beautiful legs she had. This day, I saw him giving their trim jean clad butts a very appraising look. I thought his looking at the girls was odd, but just put it down as a father being proud of two beautiful daughters, and a little over sensitivity on my part of any male giving my wives the once-over with their eyes.

I was only able to stay a little while. They had to attend mass at Bob Sr.'s insistence. He was raised Catholic and Dolly converted when they married. She never did say what she converted from, but we now had our suspicions. I wasn't Catholic. My family raised me a Baptist, but I stopped going to church when I was 14. Mom and Dad were open-minded about religion, and let me make up my own mind. I saw nothing in any of the organized religions to attract me, so no longer attended. I had thoughts on Higher Powers, I just didn't like the formally structured churches. I made one exception. Christmas Eve I would attend Christmas Eve Mass with my wives, as a concession that they be allowed to come to my house for a Christmas Eve party afterward.

Since Mom and Dad's revelation about the Goddess, and their Wiccan heritage, the girls and Bob had gone to mass only when their father was home, just to keep peace in the family. My parents stopped going to church all together. Mom said she'd only gone in the last few years because it was the church she grew up in, and had a lot of friends there. Since she reaffirmed her devotion to the Goddess, she said she could no longer be a hypocrite.

That stopped the parson's visits, too. He came to the house once, after Labour Day, to ask why my parents had missed services. He was told politely, but firmly, they no longer needed the church, and his own services as tender of the flock were no longer needed by them. He never came back.

The big living room and dining room were now open all the time. The dining room became an extension of the kitchen. The big table became a place to do homework, play board games, and assemble jig-saw puzzles. I had my own desk in my room, but found myself using the dining room table for homework more and more. I enjoyed being close to my family, instead of locked away in my room.

The big living room became a place for quiet reading and conversation, away from the noise of the TV. Both rooms developed a lived-in and homey feeling like the rest of the house. They were no longer cold, formal places. Dad pronounced his eminent satisfaction at the changes, saying it was good to have his whole house back from the parson.

Bob Sr. called upstairs it would soon be time for mass. I called Dad and he picked me up. The girls and I said good night in their room so we could kiss properly, and didn't walk me to the door. For Bob Sr.'s benefit, my leaving without an escort to the door made our relationship seem more casual. My dad noticed the lack of front door kisses and hugs. He thought we'd had a fight. I explained to him how we acted around Bob Sr. Dad just shook his head. It was incomprehensible to him that a parent could be so controlling.

Next day, Christmas Eve, Dad and I stopped by the jeweler's to pick up my gifts. They weren't quite ready yet, so Dad ran some errands while I waited for them to be wrapped. I wanted to get Dad's gift, but wasn't sure what to get him. While he was out running his errands, I talked to the jeweler. He had known Dad a long time, and suggested I get him an old-fashioned pocket watch with a fob and chain. He said he remembered Dad as a young man having one, and it was his prized possession.

I took his suggestion. He produced a beautiful gold pocket watch with matching fob and chain from under the counter. I said I couldn't afford it, even on charge. He said it wasn't a new watch. It looked like new, but had an antique glow to it as well. It was perfect. Someone brought it in for repair years ago, and never reclaimed it. He'd seen the quality of the timepiece, and ensured not only was it repaired, it was refurbished. He let me have it for a tenth of its value, and even quickly engraved 'The Best Dad in the World' inside the cover. It was engraved and wrapped by the time Dad returned.

We got our gifts home and stashed under the tree. Since Mom had gone back to the Old Ways, Christmas at our house took on more of the original 'pagan' rite it was spawned from. We had a big tree with lots of lights and mistletoe prominently displayed. Dad explained that our modern celebration of Christmas came out of the early church becoming alarmed that their parishioners were still celebrating the old winter solstice festival of light and the Roman saturnalia. The church declared the Christ child's birthday to coincide with these festivals, and thus usurped them.

At our house, this year, Christmas was the celebration of Light. A stranger entering our home would have noticed a few oddities, such as the unusually prominent display of the mistletoe, and an unusual amount of real holly, but would still recognize the familiar Christmas trappings, all of which had their origin in Old Europe. We didn't have a fireplace, but Dad built a fire pit on the front lawn and kept a large Yule log burning through the whole season.

We had a light supper, as Mom had a feast prepared for when our guests arrived. Right after supper, Dad took me back into the girls' in time for us to attend early mass. The whole family went. It was a learning experience for me. I was intrigued by the rituals and ceremony. The girls and Bob were bored. They begged off communion, saying they'd taken it the night before. You could see they were distancing themselves from their father's religion.

After mass, we returned to their house. Dolly gave us all a small glass of wine, and we had a snack. I gave Dolly her Christmas present. When she opened it, her eyes grew huge! She was absolutely delighted with it. Dolly and Bob Sr. gave me a nice watch. I was touched. I hadn't expected anything from them. We finished our small celebration at their house. The parents would be occupied most of the evening with the little guys, getting them to bed and dragging out all the Santa Claus gifts for them, so we were free to go. The girls changed their clothes to a more party like garb, Bob Sr. let us have the wagon and we all drove out to my house for the real party.

Despite the winter weather, the girls wore full skirt party dresses similar to their summer ones, but slightly warmer. They were both still on their period, but wanted to look pretty. They certainly succeeded. Mom wore the same type of dress. Their concession to the cold was nylon stockings over their beautiful legs.

I've remarked before about Carol's legs. They were stunning. Riekie's legs were beautiful, but not quite as striking as Carol's. Riekie agreed with me on the appraisal, and took no offence whenever I commented on those legs. Similarly, Carol agreed with me on the area where Riekie outshone her in physical attractiveness. Riekie simply had the most beautiful pussy in the world. It was too bad that her crowning beauty couldn't be publicly displayed like Carol's legs could be.

We had several other guests for our party. Dad's brother Doug, his only surviving relative, and a long term bachelor was always at our functions. My grandmother and several of my aunts, uncles and cousins from Mom's side were there as well. Heather had a ball playing with her young cousins.

Val commandeered Bob, and managed to maneuver him under the mistletoe several times. He blushed beet red all the time. I don't know why he never asked her out. The attraction between them was obvious. Maybe if they'd stayed in our town longer, he would have eventually worked up his nerve, because I'm sure that's what the problem was.

The party was a big success. The extended family present all exchanged gifts. They had a system where everyone drew names and bought for just that person. It kept costs down overall, and allowed that one gift to be something just a little extra. Mom thought the girls and Bob would be embarrassed by not participating, so she got each a small gift so they could be part of this family tradition.

My girls were a huge success all by themselves. Dad took it upon himself to squire them around, one on each arm, showing them off to all and sundry. The men were all eyes, and even the ladies were appreciative. My wives' sweet dispositions and easy going nature charmed them all.

We danced and ate and joked and laughed. Every one had a grand time. Mom's feast was to die for. I didn't know where I'd put the traditional Christmas dinner I knew we were having the next day. Because most of our guests had young families, they all left early so they could get the kids to bed and get the Santa Claus thing done. Soon we were down to just my family and the Scott kids. I was going to give my wives and Bob their gifts tonight, as I wouldn't be seeing them on Christmas Day. Mom and Dad knew this, and that I wanted a quiet time for it. Dad said traditionally the gift exchange was done on the eve of saturnalia, so we were quite in keeping with the Old Ways.

Heather still expected Santa Claus to come, so Mom took her up and tucked her in. The rest of us helped Dad get all the toys and gifts for her under the tree while Mom told her a story and got her to nod off. When she returned, Mom had changed from her party dress to a floor length, white cotton gown with a princess waist and a silver belt or sash. Her hair was down, and she looked radiant.

She supervised the final gift sorting for Heather. I knew there were other gifts she and Dad would set out for Val and me after we settled down for the night, too. Once the commotion was settled, the girls and I cuddled up on the couch. We exchanged some very warm kisses, totally relaxed with my family. We had got under the mistletoe a couple times earlier, but with Dad hogging them to himself all evening, we didn't get very much of that.

Dad started our private gift exchange by giving Mom her present. She got a really pretty pearl necklace she'd been asking for with matching ear rings. Mom gave Dad the electric drill he'd been wanting. The girls, all three, Val, Riekie, and Carol got lovely necklaces and matching ear rings from Mom and Dad. Bob got a soldering gun from my folks that he'd wanted. I knew about it, and told Dolly not to get him one, too.

Bob gave Val her own transistor radio. I got a Beach Boys album I'd been wanting. Mom and Dad each got a gift certificate to Sears, because, as Bob said, he 'didn't have a clue what to get them'.

The girls got Mom a beautiful cut-glass vase in her favourite pattern. It was quite expensive, and they pooled to get it for her. Carol had sketched Dad with our old black lab, Clyde, and presented him with that drawing. He cherishes it to this day. Riekie got him the latest Louis L'Amour novel in hard cover. My girls certainly knew how to please him.

I gave Bob his ring. He loved it, even though he wasn't big on jewelry. Mom was ecstatic over her pendant. It went perfectly with her current outfit. She wears it to this day. Dad's mind was blown by the watch. He'd wanted another since the day his old, cherished timepiece got lost while he was overseas during the War. Val loved her birthstone ring and kissed me in appreciation. She must've been watching how my wives kissed, because she put a little more into it than a sister should normally give a brother. It was very sweet of her, though. Later she told me she was checking to see if I was as good a kisser as my wives said. She pronounced them telling the truth. My wives were totally delighted with their lockets, but seemed a little disappointed, too. I suspected they thought it was their rings. I got huge kisses from both, just the same.

The girls each got me a gift, too. Riekie got me the Righteous Brother's album I wanted and a small, expensive keepsake box containing a lock of blonde hair. A little note inside said. 'Merry Christmas David, from Sweet Pussy'. I gave it a quick sniff. It was Riekie, all right! I loved it. Carol had been doing more artwork. She had somehow found the time to do a self portrait of herself in the nude. It was breath taking! Each of my wives had given me something of themselves as Christmas presents.

With all the gifts out of the way, I pulled the three ring boxes from a secret stash. They hadn't noticed I wasn't wearing my ring. I stunned them when I went down on one knee before them... 

"Carol Anne, Riekie my sun rises and sets in you both. I love you both more than words can describe. This past summer we pledged ourselves to each other by an ancient rite, and made our own new family. You gave yourselves to me as my wives. We joined ourselves together under a bridal knot. We expressed undying love for each other. Will you now accept these rings from me, and renew our vows to each other?"

Together, they answered, tears of joy and love in their eyes. "Oh, David! We will!"

Dad had expected some drama, but not quite this. Bob was surprised, but not overly so. Val was floored. None us even remotely suspected what came next.

Before I could present the girls their rings, Mom stepped forward. She looked absolutely regal in her long white gown and flowing hair. I'd never seen my mother look so strong and beautiful. I could see Dad was bursting with pride and love for this woman we didn't know any more. She took the three ring boxes from my hand.

"Carol Anne, do you have the knotted cord with you?"

Carol replied. "Yes, I do. I keep it with me all the time. It's in my purse."

Mom asked Val to fetch Carol's small purse. When she brought it, Mom asked. "Carol, will you get it out for me please?"

Carol dug the piece of string out of her purse and handed to Mom, with a look of question and wonder. Mom had suddenly taken on an otherworldly appearance. She took the string, raised the open loop into the air and pronounced. "The Goddess is pleased."

Mom gave a little preamble speech. "These rings are the symbol, worn everyday, of the knot you will tie."

She handed me Carol's ring. "David, place Carol Anne's ring on her hand and say. 'Carol Anne Scott, I thee wed'."

I slipped her ring onto Carol's hand "Carol Anne Scott, I thee wed."

Mom handed me Riekie's ring. "David, place Riekie's ring on her hand and say. 'Riekie Scott, I thee wed'."

I slipped Riekie's ring onto her hand. "Riekie Scott, I thee wed."

Like mine, the girls' rings only fit the third finger of their left hands.

Mom handed my ring to the girls such that they both held it. "Carol Anne and Riekie take David's ring, read the inscription inside aloud together and place it on his hand together. Say 'William David Lloyd, we thee wed'."

Carol and Riekie read the inscription as one voice. "Riekie, Carol and Dave 1965 Hearts Entwined Forever."

Carol smiled sweetly at the change I had made then together she and Riekie slipped it onto my third finger where it belonged.

They again spoke as one voice. "William David Lloyd, We thee wed."

Mom then had us join our ring hands. Aside from repeating Mom's words and the girls reading the inscription, none of us had spoken a word while we exchanged rings. Once we held each others' hands, Mom then wrapped the string cunningly around all three, binding us together. She spoke, her voice soft, but commanding.

"The inscription is identical on all three rings. You three wed yourselves under the sacred knot, and promised rings to each other. Those rings are now exchanged with a new declaration that you are wed to each other. Now, under the sacred knot, you will bind yourselves to all. Say together after me. 'We, Riekie Scott, Carol Anne Scott, and William David Lloyd take solemn oath and promise before these witnesses that we are now wed, each to each and all to each other in love and friendship forever."

The three of us repeated the vow in unison.

Mom produced a special cake she'd secreted somewhere in the dining room. It wasn't a wedding cake as we knew it. It was small, and more like a bread. She had the three of us cut it into three more or less equal pieces with our still-bound hands. She bade us each take a bite of a piece then a bite from each others' until all three pieces had been bitten by each of us. Then she took the remaining bits and passed them to the others. She took a small bit of each herself. By the time everyone had a bite of each piece, the cake was all gone.

Mom spoke again. "You three, Riekie, Carol Anne and David are twice joined by the sacred bridal knot. Tonight you have exchanged rings and said a vow to each other, declaring and promising eternal love and friendship. You have shared the bounty of the earth represented by this cake with each other and your friends. As one of Her earthly representatives, I give you the blessing of the Goddess and pronounce you Wed in Her sight and to the world. David, please kiss your brides."

Stunned by Mom's actions, I was a little slow to react. She laughed suddenly and cocked her head to one side. I woke up and took first Carol Anne, then Riekie into my embrace and kissed them hungrily. It was a little awkward with our left hands tied together like that. I had to have my arms around both while I kissed each, but we managed in fine style after all.

When we separated from our kisses, Mom moved closer and kissed each of us sweetly on the lips. She then motioned for Bob, then Dad, and finally Val, to do the same. Bob and Dad got sweet kisses from the girls, and a hug and handshake from me. Val got three sweet kisses.

After all the kisses, hugs and handshakes, Mom spoke again. "Now the circle is complete." I wasn't sure what she meant. Where had I heard that before?

We had a little more to eat. Carol, Riekie and I were lost to the world in our love for each other. This was a magical time for us. My folks not only accepted us, my mother had made sure the vows were said properly to please the Goddess.

Soon, though, the party had to break up, and my wives had to return to their family home for Christmas Day. We said tearful goodbyes and kissed long and hard under the mistletoe. The three of us clung to each other for a few minutes before they got in the wagon and drove away. 'Merry Christmas'' was the last exchange we had that night.

That was the best Christmas I ever had.



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Chapter 32


After the wonderful Christmas Eve party, the rest of the Christmas holiday seemed a little tame. Our family had our usual tree on Christmas morning. Heather, as usual, made out like a bandit. Val and I got lots of gifts too. Val got a new record player, and I got some books and models I'd wanted.

The girls and Bob phoned while they were doing their tree. I heard the squeals of delight from the little guys as they opened their presents. We couldn't be together, but the phone helped. We phoned each other several times that day, just trying to keep in contact on a special day.

Mom and Dad had invited the whole Scott family to spend Christmas day and dinner with us. They thought the two families should get together and get to know each other. A holiday feast when the good cheer flows most abundantly would be an excellent opportunity. I was mindful of Dolly's comment back in the summer about the parents spending more time together. Everyone, including Dolly and the little guys, wanted to come, but Bob Sr. would have none of it. He said flatly that Christmas was to be spent with family, not with some people he hardly knew. Little did he know how closely our families really were joined, and he missed the opportunity to find out. He was never invited to our home again, although Dolly was to our home several times while he was away, and she and Mom became quite good friends. We began to understand why the Koorstis family wanted as little as possible to do with him. He was actually something of a curmudgeon.

New Year's was upon us within the week. During that week, the girls were to the house several times. They were still having their monthlies so while we necked hotly we weren't able to do much else. Our mutual frustration was reaching the boiling point.

Mom and Dad invited the kids for New Year's Eve, and because it ran so late, they asked if the kids could sleep over. Bob Sr. was quite happy to let them. He and Dolly had a big party of their own planned, and he didn't want any kids around. They even farmed the little guys out to the next door neighbour for the night.

New Years Eve couldn't come soon enough for me. I was SO looking forward to spending quality time alone with my wives! The girls and Bob were to be there early. They would actually arrive late in the afternoon so they could have supper with us and would stay until the following evening. Finally! I would be able to spend more than just a couple hours with the women I loved, and actually SLEEP with them. I didn't care if they were still on their periods or not, as long as I got to cuddle with them all night long. Carol and I had only had two full nights together. Riekie didn't even have that. She deserved one night alone with me, but I couldn't see that happening any time soon. Any chance we had to be together was too precious to say one had to stay out because it was the other's turn at exclusivity.

When it was time for the kids to come out, Dad and I went to pick them up. Bob Sr.'s car had broken down so they needed the wagon at home. We were only too glad to pick them up. Both Dad and I were nervous of them driving the icy winter roads, so we felt a lot better fetching them ourselves. When we got to the house, the kids came running out. I didn't get a chance to say hello to Dolly and wish her a Happy New Year. We planned to call her on the turn of the Year, so that would be OK.

The girls were carrying good sized overnight bags, and wonder of wonders! They were wearing skirts. It was just their usual school dress, but the signal was loud and clear. I saw Bob Sr. watching out the window, so we just bundled them in the car and headed home without any big hugs. Time enough for that later. The girls did sit up front with me, as I was driving. Bob and Dad got the back seat. Seeing as he had his own chauffeur, Dad tapped the front seat and simply said. "Home, James." We all broke up. The atmosphere in the car, especially the girls, was giddy anticipation. They were so happy it was contagious. They kept up a joyful chatter the whole way home.

When we arrived at the house, Mom greeted the girls and Bob with huge hugs and warm kisses. My sisters were glad to see the girls, especially Heather. Even poor old Clyde, our old black lab, usually too tired and cramped up with his arthritis to bother barking at visitors, summoned enough energy to bark and collect his share of pets and hugs from the girls. They weren't being greeted just as guests, but as prodigals returning to the family home.

Dad took a minute to describe the sleeping arrangements for the night. "Val is doubling up with Heather. Bob, you get Val's room. I'm sorry, ladies, but there's no other beds left. You'll just have to make the best of a bad situation and bunk in with David."

There were a couple comments of "Oh, Dad! Do we have to?" From my girls, but their broad smiles gave them away.

Dad apparently didn't know what he was walking into when he said. "I'm sorry, Princess, but that's the way it is."

Riekie instantly dropped into character and brought the house down. "But Dad-dy! He's a BOY! EEEww!! I have-n't never slept with no boy be-fore!"

Dad didn't know what to say. Mom almost collapsed, she laughed so hard. Apparently she still hadn't told Dad about Riekie's alter ego, because the look of shock, then delight on his face was priceless. The evening's festivities were off to an excellent start.

Val and I quickly showed them where to deposit their bags. My wives had never seen my room before. They were quite impressed at my collection of model airplanes. Carol, the artist, examined my paint jobs with a critical eye and gave me some good pointers on how to achieve some interesting effects. Once they were settled in, the girls shooed me out saying they wanted to change and didn't need me pestering them while they did so. I retreated back downstairs.

While the girls changed, I took Bob with me and we did the evening chores, which really didn't take that long. On a working farm, the welfare of the livestock comes before everything else. We put out enough hay for the cattle to last until well into the next morning, as we expected not to be up and about as early as we usually were, and filled the water trough, checking that the heater which kept their water from freezing was still working. That done, we returned to the house.

Mom had supper just about ready. The girls had long since changed from their dowdy school skirts to sexy party dresses. They looked gorgeously edible as they helped Mom get the supper on. The chatter in the room was lively and happy. The aromas wafting from that kitchen were mouthwatering. As I entered the kitchen, Riekie was closest, busily setting the supper table. They were getting the kitchen treatment tonight, another sign of full acceptance. I slipped my arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck, sending shivers through her whole delightful body. She leaned back into me and wiggled her cute little bum against my crotch.

"Mmmmmm! Something smells good enough in here to eat!" I made a production of sniffing her neck. "Mmmm. Must be you I smell that's so edible."

She giggled and slapped my hands playfully telling me not to be so crude while she was working. "Go bug Carol Anne." She turned her face to me. I gave her a tender little kiss and turned my attention to Carol. She was busy making a salad as I slipped my arms around her. She tilted her head back, looking for a kiss. I hugged her snuggly to me as I nibbled on her ear. She leaned back into me and we just rocked together, feeling the quiet pleasure of being able to do small domestic things in a totally relaxed atmosphere. It wasn't long before another set of slim arms wrapped around me from behind and joined us in our quiet moment.

Mom let us have a few minutes then spoke up. "David, you clear out of this kitchen! The girls were helping me nicely until you came along distracting them. You'll have lots of time for that later." I knew that tone of voice, and beat a hasty exit. I heard Mom exclaim to the girls as I left. "Men! Ya gotta love 'em, but it's hard to get anything done with them hanging around distracting us! They pick the darndest times to get all lovey!" I heard the girls giggle.

I found Dad and Bob in the living room talking quietly. They were laughing, sharing some small joke. They were relaxed and comfortable with each other. All my friends over the years have found Dad easy to be with. He doesn't put on airs, and talks to everyone as if they are the most interesting person in the world, because, at that moment, to Dad, they are. I joined the conversation and we had a good time just kidding and swapping jokes. My folks don't drink, getting high off life itself. Good food and good company were the only intoxicants they needed, and could dispense with the food if the company was good enough.

Soon, Mom called us to supper. I sat between the girls. We held hands at the table and acted silly. We had a ball. Mom and Dad were just as silly as we younger people. Meal time at our house was always a time of fellowship and fun, but this meal was more fun than usual. My wives and I were so glad to be together in an open, relaxed, loving environment we almost forgot our manners. Fortunately my folks understood and just got into the fun with us. The food was excellent, the company better.

After supper, Bob, Dad and I retired to the living room again. The women folk, including little Heather, busied themselves in the kitchen, doing the washing up and getting the snacks for the party ready. Heather had developed a real bond with my wives, and loved just being with them. We heard a lot of squeals and laughter from them as they performed this domestic chore. Many hands make light work and the more so if the owners of those hands enjoy each other's company. Mom, Val, and my wives enjoyed each other immensely. My ladies were like a sister to Val, and she had a ball with them. Mom was a mom to them all. Sometimes it was hard to believe my girls weren't her own daughters.

The evening dishes were done in good time. Soon the other guests would start arriving. We were only expecting a small number of people. Hank and Celia with their two, Tom and Sandra; Doug, my dad's brother; and Mom's brother and sister-in-law, Bill and Ruth filled out the guest list. Uncle Bill's girls were staying the night at another friend's place.

By nine, all the guests had arrived, and the party was getting under way. Hank was Dad's oldest friend, and his son, Tom, was mine. I'd hardly seen Tom in the last year, except at school. He was like Riekie, an intense student who worked hard and didn't get too involved in the school activities. He was a little older than me, and again like Riekie had skipped a grade. He was in her grade 13 class and knew her from there. He didn't know Carol at all.

Tom knew I hung out with Bob, and had joined us on a couple of our projects last year, but he didn't know anything about my relationship with the girls. The last time I'd seen him socially, I had just started dating Carol. He was totally unprepared to see the three of us together and the openness of our love. He took it all in stride, though, another true friend. His sister Sandra was about Val's age. She was a pretty little thing with a sweet disposition, and until I met Carol, I had a mild crush on her. All these years later, Sandy and I are still close friends.

Once all the guests had arrived, the crochinole and euchre games got started. While some people took their turns at he games, the rest would put on some music and dance, or sit around and talk. The three older men got themselves in a corner and talked most of the night as only men who have known each other for a lifetime can.

The four teenage girls ruled the crochinole board. Heather, at seven, was the reigning champ. Dad had taught her the game almost before she could walk. For one so young, she had amazing finger control, and could shoot the checkers just about anywhere she wanted. Val and Sandy were no slouches at the game either. However, the real artists at the game were Dad and Hank. They each had a deadly eye, and when they singled out an opponent's man for elimination, the deed was as good as done.

Poor little Heather had been promised she could stay up until the year turned, but she passed out on the couch in Carol's arms long before that. Expecting something like that, Mom had dressed her in her pajamas before the party started. I carried her upstairs to her bed. Both my ladies came along and helped tuck her in. She woke up long enough to demand a kiss from both. They kissed her tenderly; she curled up happily in a ball and was instantly dead to the world. I stood in the doorway of her room, my arms around Carol and Riekie, watching the little one sleep. I squeezed them tight to me and whispered. " Someday that will be one of our own we watch sleeping." I was rewarded with two tender cuddles and contented 'Mmm-Hmm's'.

We rejoined the main party just as the crochinole and euchre games broke up. The stereo got going, and the younger ones started to dance. Carol and Riekie got right into it. They took turns getting Doug and Hank up to dance. Hank begged off after a couple dances, but Doug hadn't had this much female attention in years. He ate it right up. The one that wasn't dancing with Doug, danced with me, or occasionally Dad, most of the time. Riekie danced with Tom a couple times.

We all made the rounds and had a good time. The mistletoe got a bit of a workout, too. Val got a sprig down, and went around the couples dancing, holding it over them until they kissed. Tom got a mouthful of Riekie once. I think she laid it on a little thick because I saw Tom's knees start to shake. Another time, he got bushwhacked by Carol. They were just letting him know who they were. Each time they got caught under the mistletoe with someone other than me, as soon as possible, they were onto me for a hot personal kiss. I didn't get caught but once with Sandra. I'm afraid I was as bad as my wives, and left the poor girl breathless. Carol even gave Doug a taste of tongue, creating a world of fantasy for the old bachelor.

The midnight hour approached and the turn of the New Year. We all found our proper partners so we could ring in the New Year in style. I had two armfuls of gorgeous female. Tom had latched onto Val, and Bob was with Sandra. Val didn't like giving up Bob, but Tom didn't want to kiss his sister for the New Year. Doug was the only one without a partner, so Mom and Dad drew him into their circle.

We counted down the last few seconds of 1965 and brought 1966 in with a cheer and a toast. Mom and the girls had made a delicious punch for the party, and we used it for our toast. It was as good as any wine. We then kissed our partners. My ladies and I started it off by sharing a soul-searing three-way kiss that had some of the guests staring. This was the first time tonight they'd seen what they'd heard of from Mom and Dad about Dave actually having two girls. These guests had been chosen for their open mindedness and discretion in the first place, and despite their initial shock, eventually took it in stride. Hearing about it and seeing are two different things, though.

Val was totally unconcerned, and put into practice what she'd learned from watching us. She sucked Tom's soul out of his body, I'm sure. Sandra, after her initial shock at seeing two girls kissing passionately, also practiced what she'd seen and learned. Lucky Bob got an extremely sweet and passionate kiss from that sweet young girl.

Hank and Celia shared a quiet buss. They were nuts about each other, but not big on public display.

Uncle Bill and Aunt Ruth were every bit as passionate as any teenagers, and always had been. They had been together since they were fifteen, and got married when they were sixteen, their oldest daughter already on the way. They were as much in love now, as they were when they were kids. It was a thing of beauty to watch them dance. They were excellent dancers, and moved around the floor as one.

Mom and Dad shared a similarly passionate kiss. This was new for them to so publicly display their affection, and it wasn't lost on their friends. Mom then stunned her brother-in-law by curling his toes with a soul kiss. Doug was in seventh heaven. He'd been given a similar kiss earlier by Carol under the mistletoe, and now Mom did the same thing to him to welcome in the New Year. It was an open secret around our household he had a crush on Mom, and now one of his fantasies had come true.

After everyone kissed their partners, we made the rounds, shaking hands and swapping kisses. Aunt Ruth curled my toes with a deep kiss of her own. She whispered she had to find out just what my girls were enjoying so much. Bill sampled the girls similarly.

Bob, the girls and I called Dolly as soon as we could and wished her a Happy New Year. Mom, Dad, and Val all came to the phone to greet her, too. There was a lot of noise at her end, and loud voices. Bob Sr. and his friends were whooping it up pretty good. He wouldn't leave his friends long enough to come to the phone and wish a Happy New Year to his own kids, though.

Once the New Year had been suitably rung in, our guests' energy level started to run down, and the party started to break up. Soon, everyone said their goodbyes, with wishes of 'Happy New Year' and left.

The girls offered to clean up from the party before bed. Mom said to leave the cleanup until morning, just put the perishables away and for us to get to bed, it was late. With three extra bodies in the house, the line up at the bathroom that night took a little longer.

Despite Mom's insistence to leave the cleanup until morning, the three of us did gather up all the dirty dishes and glassware and put all the food away. We stacked them by the sink for tomorrow. Satisfied there was no food or scraps left for Clyde to get into, we headed for bed.

Tired and happy my wives and I climbed the stairs to our room. Tonight, whether we made love or not, the three of us would sleep together for the first time, and in the warmth and security of a home and family that loved, nourished and protected us. We were looking forward to just sharing each others' closeness as much as anything.



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Chapter 33


Tonight, whether we made love or not, Carol, Riekie and I would actually sleep together for the first time, in the warmth and security of a home and family that loved, nourished and protected us. We were looking forward to just sharing each others' closeness as much as anything.

Yeah, but we were horny teenagers too! We hadn't had sex in over a month; with school schedules, Christmas exams, and the omniscient presence of the girls' parents, it hadn't been possible. They had both just finished their periods and were eager for some hot fun.

We undressed each other slowly, exchanging tender kisses as we did. I unbuttoned their dresses with slow pleasure, revealing their delectable breasts to my wondering eyes. They let their dresses slowly fall to the floor, revealing their near-perfect forms to my reverent gaze. Not a word was spoken. These two fabulous nymphets then removed my shirt and pants slowly and deliberately, teasing gently.

The girls had managed to pack an incredible amount of clothing in their overnight bags. Along with their dresses, they each had one of those cozy white terry robes. Carol's was the one she got as a wedding present from the aunts. Riekie got hers for Christmas from them, but we all knew the real significance. They slipped them on to perform their nightly toilette (That's French for brushing your teeth, and otherwise get cleaned up for bed.). I got my own robe out of my closet and slipped it on to do the same mundane chore. With these two, though, nothing was mundane. Even the simple act of slipping on a robe so we could get in the queue for the bathroom was an erotic production of slow, gradual movements.

The line up at the main upstairs bathroom looked to be quite long, with my parents, Val and Bob all taking a turn ahead of us. We decided to use the small one downstairs and had it all to ourselves. Basically just a powder room with a toilet and sink, there was no room for more than one person at a time. The sink and toilet were so close together there wasn't enough room for one to use the sink while someone else used the throne. Still, by leaving the door open so we could talk and play while one person looked after their hygiene, we did alright. It was amazing how in such a short time since last June, we had come to be so open and natural with each other, just like the openness and naturalness of young children. There was absolutely no embarrassment at performing normal body functions in front of the others. They were natural, normal human functions that we were totally unable to hide behind the usual false modesty of our society. Of course, when we were in the company of the rest of society, we played the role, but when we were by ourselves, those stifling conventions were ignored.

Our playing while we got ready for bed got exuberant and noisy. We tickled; we laughed; we kissed; we splashed cold water at each other. Getting ready for bed should be enjoyable, not just a chore. We three had fun, and made quite a bit of happy noise doing it. Dad hollered down the stairs.

"Keep the racket down! It's late! You three get to bed! Your own bed!"

Where had we heard a similar call to settle down for the night? The more things change, the more they stay the same. We chased each other noisily up the stairs to our room. I heard snoring coming from Bob's quarters. He was out like a light. That guy could fall asleep instantly and sleep through anything.

While we were downstairs doing our nightly routines, someone had been in our room. Lovely scented candles burned on the dresser. Two huge white towels were laid out on the bed, their use apparent. Three more were stacked on my chair, ready for morning baths. The bed itself was turned down invitingly. It didn't look at all like my old room. When we finally moved onto the bed, we heard the soft crinkling of a plastic mattress cover. The way our room was prepared indicated a woman's touch. Mom had thought of everything.

Laughing and giggling as we entered our room, we were taken by the romantic atmosphere the candles created. The mood changed accordingly, although we still retained the air of fun. I took the closest of my wives in my arms, which just happened to be Riekie. She snuggled in close and we exchanged a soul-searing kiss that soon had us both panting. We quickly removed each others' robes with the help of another pair of hands working from the side and rejoined our embrace.

Riekie's body almost literally burned against me. As we sucked at each others' souls, she moaned into my mouth, and her pelvis ground demandingly against my throbbing erection. Her bush tickled and stimulated. The heat from her mons was overpowering; her nipples, erect, hard and hot burned my chest. She seemed on fire.

Riekie's hand dropped to my penis, stroking gently. She tugged me toward the bed. As we came up for air from our torrid mouth crush, she pulled me toward the bed, begging me.

"I've got to have you in me NOW! Don't wait, David, take me! Hurry! It's been too long."

We fell onto the bed. Carol had been watching closely, hungry herself. She deftly got a towel under Riekie as we positioned ourselves. I slipped my hand to Riekie's sex to prepare her for entry. She was soaking and open already!

"Oh! David! Just put him in! Sweet Pussy is ravenous! I'm so ready! HURRY! It's been too long!"

I mounted and entered her in one long slow thrust. God! She was tight, hot and wet! She laughed and yelled her satisfaction as she felt my full length penetrate her sopping pussy.

"Oh Yeah! So-o-o-o Goo-ood!! YES!! YES!! YES!! FILL ME UP!!"

Riekie's hips thrust at me urgently, her arms wrapping tightly around me, hands on my butt, pulling me deeper. Her legs wrapped around mine, locking her heels together, and her lips were all over my face.

Carol hovered close, kissing us both, her hands stroking and massaging our bodies, increasing our pleasure. Her feathery touches teased and encouraged. One hand gently caressed my balls; that touch forcing my hips to thrust harder and deeper into Riekie's clutching tunnel. I felt her cervix open and welcome me in, nibbling at the tip. I was as deep in my beautiful blonde lover as I'd ever been; the sensations were mind-numbingly exquisite!

I started to move my hips in long slow thrusts. Riekie's hips thrust back in perfect sync. Our breathing quickly became faster and harder. Our strokes and thrusts got harder, faster. I felt my pubic bone grinding into her clit as we worked. Riekie moaned and exclaimed her delight.

"Ooooooooo! Mmmmmmmm! YES! Deeper! Faster! OH YEAH!"

I grunted in delirium as I thrust harder and faster. Carol's fingers caressing my overcharged balls, sending me into a frenzy of motion. Riekie's movements matched mine. We fucked and rutted like wild things. The bed shook and pounded the wall. We fucked and bucked with total abandon, Riekie's yells of encouragement echoing off the walls.

"YES! YES! OH GOD!! DAVID! HARDER! HARRRDDERRR!!"

I don't know from where I summoned the energy. My hips thrust and pounded into her with redoubled strength. I felt her building toward her climax, and felt my own tumultuous eruption approaching. We rode the crest of a wave ever upward, yelling our passion to each other. I felt it coming. My balls pulled up closer to my body, Carol's fingers stroking and stimulating me even more than I could imagine.

Riekie's moans and shrieks got more intense and rapid. Her hips bucked into me hard and fast. We were a perfectly matched fucking machine. It built and built for both of us. We rode the crest of the wave until it burst for both of us! I felt my balls heave, the blinding pleasure-pain of release almost overwhelming me. I slammed myself into her as hard and deep as I possibly could in one last powerful thrust as her hips lunged off the bed, driving me deeper than ever. We locked like that as my cock erupted in one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced, squirting five, six times deep into her milking pussy, splashing well into her cervix, bathing her womb in fertile sperm. As I came that huge load, her arms and legs locked tightly around me and her pussy muscles spasmed and clutched, stripping every drop of baby juice from my jerking cock. I felt her scalding fluids splashing against my balls. She screamed as only my girls could.

"DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!!"

A simultaneous yell form nearby. Carol had brought herself off with us.

"YES! YES! OGODOGOD! OOOOOO! YES!!"

I was so stimulated, I kept thrusting, my cock sagging only a little within Riekie's clasping sex, her arms and legs still wrapped firmly, keeping me firmly seated. We slowed a bit, catching our breath. Her hips pumped gently back at me. We exchanged a deep, tongue sucking lovers' kiss. We both felt the full hardness of my cock return. We often had two, and sometimes three quick sessions, but never before as a direct continuation from one to the next.

We heard gasps and moans beside us, the bed shaking more than from just us. Carol's hands were still busy on her own body, twisting and pulling her nipples, fingers buried and working in her hungry pussy. We glanced at her. She was watching us intently. Still moving and convulsing from her own orgasm, fingers still working her nipples and clit, she squirmed over close to us and we exchanged a wonderful, sensual three-way kiss.

Carol now close to us, her hot flesh searing ours, we were all soon moving toward another huge climax. Our initial motions weren't as urgent as the first time, but we quickly built to another frenzied copulation, Bodies heaving, hips thrusting, our passion making loud slurping sounds as we fucked in the debris of our first climax. We kissed and nibbled at our three faces.

The pace quickly speeded up. My hips thrust hard against Riekie's, my cock driving like a piston, in and out, pounding her hips into the bed. She fucked back just as hard, her vaginal muscles flexing rhythmically, fucking my penis from the inside. Her yells and grunts rang loud again in my ears.

"OGODOGODOGODOGOD!! YES! MORE! OGODOGOD!! UH! UH! UH!!"

Carol was gasping and grunting beside us, her body thrashing as she worked herself to another mind-shattering orgasm.

The peak came all too quickly. I felt Riekie tensing and building under me as my own thunderous release approached. We rutted and bucked, building and building. Riekie's head thrashed from side to side her legs dropped from mine to the bed, her heels drumming the mattress. Her hands tightened on my butt, pulling me tight to her convulsing sex. Our thrusts got faster and harder. I felt it start to erupt as her pussy spasmed and gushed against me. I thrust hard and deep as she planted her feet and thrust upward into that last deep stab. We locked in that position, her hips actually raised from the bed, holding us both elevated as my cock swelled and spit. I squirted and squirted and squirted some more. I felt my sperm leaving the end of my penis, spraying deep inside her womb in load after load of gratification and release. It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. As I came so fully and wetly, Riekie's scream erupted but was so forceful, it ended more as a strangled gurgle.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHGGGHHHGGGGGHHHH!!"

Next to us, Carol's own orgasm was almost as intense. Her hips thrashed and pounded as she released. She yelled as she spent.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YE-E-E-E-E-E-ESSSSS!!!"

Our motions slowed as our breathing returned to a semblance of normal. Riekie's little kisses of endearment were all over me: eyes, ears, tip of my nose. Beside us, Carol gradually wound herself down, hips gently pumping. She turned her eyes toward us. They were shining with love. Her body still quaking occasionally, she gasped.

"Th-that... w-was... THE... m-m-most m-mind b-blowing thing I-I've ever s-seen! Y-you... guys... are... always... h-hot, but th-that was the b-best EVER!"

As my penis softened within Riekie's saturated pussy, we rolled to our sides, still coupled. Carol finally regained some composure, and sprawled across us, kissing us both tenderly. My penis softened completely, fully satisfied, and slipped out of Riekie's relaxed and overflowing pussy with a soft wet slurp. The three of us lay in a tangle of arms, legs and bodies, basking in the warm afterglow of passion, gently kissing and caressing... 

As we became aware of the world around us, we heard a rhythmic thumping and squeak of bed springs from down the hall. The sounds gained in intensity and frequency. We heard voices rising, encouraging each other. Soon the whole house reverberated to an earsplitting scream of release. I guess Mom and Dad were having a little fun of their own.

I rolled to my back, holding my wives in my arms. Riekie snuggled in close, happy and sated. I think Sweet Pussy was purring. Carol recovered more quickly. She was soon busy working between Riekie's thighs, lapping up the spilled and leaking juices of our hot lovemaking. Her gentle attention to Riekie's well-fucked pussy brought her to several small orgasms and seemed to energize Riekie.

Revitalized, my wives devoted their attention to my sated member, gently licking and cleaning Riekie's and my combined juices away. Their ministry to my member was having the desired affect as it slowly rose from its nest. Riekie was on her hands and knees, her pussy facing me. Even after Carols' careful cleaning, her lips were still fully parted, the inner ones engorged and blossomed like an exotic flower. A white trickle still oozed from her little opening. Carol also faced her pussy toward me. Her pussy gaped from her own stimulations earlier, her juices still flowing wetly down her inner thighs. The sight of all this feminine pulchritude caused still more stir in my groin, as my penis returned to its former glory. I was astounded at how quickly these delicious wood nymphs could bring me back so quickly. Carol was the first to comment on my penile recovery.

"Oh look, Princess! Sweet Prince has had his nap and wants to play again!"

Riekie, upon being called 'Princess, ' dropped into her now familiar little girl routine. This never ceased to be a turn-on for me, and my now fully erect penis stretched even harder.

"Ca-rol Anne! Swee-eet Prince wants to play with you, I think. Yup! He filled Swee-eet Pus-sy all up! He made a awful mess in her, doncha know? I think he wants to feed Miss Pus-sy now and ma-ake a bi-ig mess in her, too! Is Miss Pus-sy hun-gry?"

Carol answered ruefully. "Miss Pussy is so hungry! She thinks we're starving her on purpose! I don't think that greedy creature Sweet Pussy, left her a decent drink, let alone a full meal! Poor thing, she's gonna die of starvation!"

Riekie the little girl bragged. " I can fix that! I'll give Swee-eet Prince a big pe-ople kiss and make him all bet-ter!"

With that, Riekie proceeded to give me one of her now truly expert blow jobs, working me up then backing me off several times, so that I was ready to blow. She wouldn't let me come, though. My balls were almost aching with need. While she performed this magnificent service, Carol cupped my sac and licked it, further stimulating me. By the time I was declared fit for service, I was as ragingly hard and ready as when Riekie and I started our double header. While they were busy getting their friend ready, I pulled Carol's sweet butt over to my face and gave her a good licking. She had come once loudly and was wetter than I could suck up when Riekie declared.

"Th-ere! Swee-eet Prince is all bet-ter now!"

Carol didn't waste any time. She swung 'round, holding my penis, and mounted me in what was becoming one of her favourite positions. She swung her legs over my hips and raised herself up to clear the tip. She positioned me, and let herself down onto my cock in one smooth movement. I felt myself penetrate deeply into her, feeling her cervix open and nibble at the tip. Despite her two huge orgasms, she was tight and hot. I felt her juices flowing already, spilling onto my balls. She yelled her appreciation.

"OH YES! Sweet Prince! Miss Pussy is so-o-o FULL! YE-ESS! FEED HERRR!!!"

I could swear I heard a loud male groan of 'Oh, no! Not Again?' from the direction of my parents' room.

Carol got her hips moving, gyrating and pumping. Her now well-trained pussy muscles clasped and milked my penis, stimulating me beyond belief. As usual, she made me lie still while she did all the work. She ground and pumped, moving with an incredible frenzy. She was wildly in heat. Riekie had her hands busy on my balls. I felt her wet tongue licking me on every upstroke Carol made, cleaning Carol's juices as they flowed. As she wantonly bounced and fucked, Carol played with her own breasts, brushing my hands away whenever I tried to reach for those succulent cones. She commanded. "Watch! Watch how Miss Pussy gets her supper!"

I watched as she rode me, my cock appearing and disappearing rhythmically. The view just added to my stimulation. My hips started to thrust upward to meet her. We pounded and rutted at each other with total abandon. She still kept my hands off her luscious boobies, but I was allowed to stroke her thighs and play in her furry mons. My thumb stroked and teased her clitty as she climbed toward her climax. She was so excited she didn't last long, bringing me to the top with her. Carol yelled her delight at the top of her lungs in total wanton abandon.

"OH! YES! YES! OGODOGODOGOD!! FEEEE-EED MISS PUSSY! FEED HERRRR! YES! YES! YES!'

We rutted and fucked, her body pounding down onto mine. Riekie had abandoned her cleaning job. I rolled my head to the side. She was busily giving herself a hand job, eyes completely focused on Carol and me as we bucked and pumped. I reached out a hand. She took it and held it, squeezing. Her passion soon started to overwhelm her though, and she released it. Carol was at the same time nearing the peak. I felt my own pinnacle nearing. The bed rocked and thumped from our mutual thrusting. I felt her thighs tense, her pussy muscles rhythmically milking my raging penis. She started humping and bouncing faster. I matched her stroke for stroke. I felt my balls lift. My penis swelled even harder. I felt that familiar sweet pain of bursting as my sperm started to erupt. Her back arched, she threw her head back, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, her thighs clenching on mine. Her whole body shook in a massive convulsion as my cock opened and spit four, five, six wet bursts of baby juice deep into her womb, splashing and soaking. Head thrown back in the throes of an absolutely massive orgasm, Carol howled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Poor old Clyde, our ancient black lab heard her and howled back!

Her body still wracked by convulsions, her hips jerking, internal muscles clasping and milking, sucking up the last of my spend Carol collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight while the spasms subsided. As she settled down and her breathing became more regular, her hips continued to pump gently, keeping my penis inside her. It hardly deflated at all, those fantastic muscles keeping it semi erect.

I glanced at Riekie. She had come hard and noisily with us, but now she was rolling on the bed, giggling uncontrollably as Clyde got his singing voice tuned up. An old dog, his howls sounded plaintive, but happy. He howled and yodeled for quite a long time.

Carol's hips continued to pump against me, her muscles working. I held her tenderly and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Our kiss turned passionate. My penis stiffened; we both felt it. I started moving beneath her, thrusting easily into her soaking, clutching depths. Her hips responded, thrusting back. She stayed in my arms and kissed me hotly as I fucked up into her, our combined juices leaking and spilling over my genitals. We humped easily at each other as our passion rose. Soon I was thrusting hard into her, her hips matching with perfect, natural timing.

We climbed the mountain together, reaching the summit at the same time. Our gasps and moans echoed off the walls. I felt her vagina tighten and the muscles start to contract tightly on my cock. My balls began coughing up another copious offering of wet, sticky sperm. She raised herself on her elbows, taking some weight off my chest,. As the final convulsion wracked us, I thrust hard into her; her hips thrust forward and down. My sperm squirted deeply into her and overflowed around the base of my pulsing penis. Carol tried to scream. It trailed off as she collapsed back onto me in a faint.

"DAAAaaaavvviiiiiiid."

It was enough to get Clyde singing again and Riekie giggling despite her violent orgasm at her own hands. As I cuddled Carol into my arms, there were more noises from down the hall. We heard a bed being used hard, springs squalling in protest and female voice yelling.

"C'mon Old Man! Just a little More!"

There were more noises, increasing in tempo and forcefulness, then a very satisfied scream of fulfillment. Mom had more than joined the well-fucked woman club this night!

Carol recovered from her faint and kissed me sweetly. In a parody of Riekie's little girl, she declaimed.

"Miss Pus-sy isn't hun-gry an-y more. She's all filled up. Yup"

Riekie's laughter at the dog ran down, she crawled over and cuddled up to us. Still holding Carol close, Riekie and I pulled the covers over us and we all fell fast asleep, Sweet Prince still buried in Miss Pussy. That furry little creature happily nibbled at her feast. I thought I could almost hear her purr.



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Chapter 34


After a fantastic session of wild, furious sex, Carol, Riekie and I slept. Sometime, perhaps a couple hours later, I awoke to feel something warm and wet surrounding my penis. I looked down in the faint light of the candles. There were two shapes under the covers, centred on my groin. My penis soon grew to full hardness, demanding release. Apparently satisfied at what they had accomplished, the shapes turned and moved toward my face. Two beautiful smiling faces appeared in front of me. Carol crawled on top of me, her thighs open, my penis standing against her hot, slick pussy.

She kissed me hotly and whispered. "Do me!"

Holding her close, I flipped Carol onto her back. I raised my hips and thrust forward. Her pelvis rose to meet me. I entered her in one smooth movement, burying my cock to the hilt. Carol soon forgot her whispering. She yelled her pleasure at the deep penetration of her sopping cunt.

"OH! YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME BABY! FUCK ME!"

I heard a voice down the hall complain, "Oh, Shit! A man can't get any peace in this house tonight!"

A female voice, more softly. "Hush! You'll get your piece alright!"

Carol was still full from earlier. Too tired to clean her up, we had fallen asleep quickly. Her towel was soaked beneath us, and we made very wet sucking sounds as we rutted in the debris of our last round of lovemaking. Riekie lay quietly on her side facing us. She was content just to watch and share.

Invigorated by a couple hours of sleep, my cock was back to its full potential, hard and throbbing. Carol was demanding as we started to rut heavily, our hips and pelvises slamming into each other hard and furious.

"Fuck me, David! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME!!"

I stroked into her fast and furious. Carol kept pace, grunting and panting, her arms pulling me deeper, her legs wrapped around mine, heels locked together. Our hips thrust and mashed together in primordial lust. We kissed hungrily and long. I pumped faster and deeper. She took it all and begged for more.

"Deeper! Harder! DEEEPERRR! DAVID!! FU-U-UCK MEEE!"

Our rutting became more frantic, the bed shaking and thumping the wall. I felt my balls start to boil, my cock swelling even bigger and harder within her clasping, pulsing tunnel. Her muscles worked and squeezed. I was in a delirium of pleasure. We headed for the stars, rising and rising together. I felt her body tense, her muscles clasping harder. My balls heaved and spat her body shook and shuddered as we came violently together once again. As her body bucked beneath mine, my cock spit several hard squirts of baby cream deep into her already full womb. I felt her juices and mine flow out around the base of my prick. As I shot load after load into her, Carol locked her arms and legs around me and screamed in ultimate pleasure.

"DDAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!"

Gradually we wound down, hips slowing their pace to a gentle pumping. Our breathing slowed and gentled as we kissed tenderly. Riekie gently caressed us, helping us to return to this world. Gently I rolled from Carol's body, my still somewhat erect penis withdrawing from her sated pussy. We cuddled quietly, the three of us together. Shortly I felt a hand on my penis. Riekie stroked me gently, bringing me quickly back to full hardness.

She snuggled close and whispered sexily in my ear. "My Turn. Do me slow."

I rolled to face her. We kissed tenderly. Her hot pussy ground gently against my fresh erection. I put my hand between us and felt her sex. She was sopping wet and more than ready. I worked her clitty with my finger, causing her hips to lurch and pump more eagerly. She moaned into my mouth. We broke the kiss. She whispered urgently.

"I want you in me now! Hurry! Please!"

I rolled her onto her back. She opened her thighs wide in invitation as I mounted between them. Kissing her deeply, I lowered my hips to meet hers. Her up thrust opening welcomed my throbbing penis eagerly. I entered her tight, hot sheath in one long slow push. After the hot sex we had enjoyed earlier, she was still almost virgin tight, her small opening grasping and pulsing around me.

I pushed into her until I felt our hair meet and entwine. Her cervix opened and welcomed me deeper. It seemed to nibble at the tip of my penis. I stopped and let her savor her fullness. We looked into each other's eyes. Hers were shining and joyful. As I bottomed, she squealed in delight.

"EEEE! That feels so-o-o-o-ogood! So full! I love when you do me like this, David! I love you so much!"

I had loved Carol since the day I met her. It was a deep, passionate love we shared. I wasn't sure when I came to realize that I loved Riekie, too. She brought me to the realization with her own declaration the night after Carol and I were married. All I knew was that I loved this beautiful blonde nymph as much as I loved Carol. It was a more sensual love I felt for Riekie. Carol's was hot passion and emotion, demanding of satisfaction and release. Riekie's love was a giving, nurturing totally unconditional kind of love. I knew when this wonderful creature told me she loved me it was with all her heart and soul and I couldn't get enough of hearing her say it. She warmed the very cockles of my soul when she said it to me.

"I love you too, My Sweet."

I began a long slow, easy stroking of her sex. She writhed and churned beneath me, legs wrapped snuggly around mine, heels locked together. Her hands rested easily on my shoulders, those marvelous blue eyes gazing into mine as I loved her. Carol enjoyed long slow lovemaking too, but she preferred it fast and furious. Riekie liked it either way equally and rarely offered to ride like a wild cowgirl like Carol, unless doing a threesome where one rode my face while the other rode my cock. Even then, Riekie's ride was a more gentle one.

My strokes brought me almost out of her, then slid all the way in to full depth. This is the kind of lovemaking where the participants can actually talk. Riekie giggled, causing those fantastic muscles of hers to do exciting things to my penis.

"What's so funny, Princess?" I enquired.

"Just remembering old Clyde howling when Carol did. It was hilarious. You two were busy. You didn't hear the whole thing. He actually sounded like he was singing. I wonder if I can get him going."

She giggled harder at that thought. What she did to me with her internal muscles almost had me howling too.

"You keep that up. And I'll be howling with him! My! My! What you two can do with those muscles down there is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!"

"You mean like this?'

Oh dear God in heaven! She did something that just about made me come on the spot. She literally fucked me from the inside. Those muscles massaged and stroked my penis like she would with her hand and mouth. It was divine!

I took the hint, and picked up the pace. The long slow strokes became hard, fast, rabbit kicks. She bucked back at me in perfect sync, her arms now tightly wrapped around my neck, her legs pulling me in deeper. Thinking of Clyde howling, she now wanted it hard and fast. Her demands got louder. She yelled and begged.

"DO ME HARD, DAVID! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YE-ES! HARDER! DEEEPPERRR!"

I pumped and poked harder and deeper as requested. Her hips thrust back, our pubic bones grinding together. Her clit was mashed almost unmercifully between us, sending spasms rocketing through her body. She came once, hard, yelling.

"OGODOGODOGODOGOD!!"

Her body shook and vibrated in orgasm, her hips launching off the bed. I kept pounding into her, the bed banging and thumping the wall, springs squeaking in protest. Her body shook and writhed beneath me. Her legs dropped to the bed, heels thumping and kicking. My thrusts got faster and faster. Her hips matched me perfectly. We rode a comet to the stars, fucking and rutting to the cosmos. We reached it together, coming like an exploding star. My balls erupted explosively, squirting gob after gob after gob of thick white baby juice deep into her womb. Her heels hit the bed spastically, her hips lifted hard into mine. We locked together in one final massive lunge as I powered my cock deep and hard into her clutching, squeezing, clasping tunnel. She wanted to do it, so she did: she howled and screamed

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo!!!

"DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!!!"

Clyde must have come upstairs while we slept. He answered her howl from right outside our door.

"WOOF! WOOF!AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo!"

It was so close and unexpected, it scared the living shit out of us! I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I heard that masculine voice of complaint from down the hall.

"Jeezus!"

Then a softer female voice. "C'mon Honey, make me yell, too!"

As we gathered our wits back from Clyde's unexpected closeness, we wound ourselves down from our high. I rolled to my side, carrying Riekie with me, still joined. I was sandwiched between her and Carol. As I rolled, Carol snuggled into me spoon-fashion, her arms around me. I felt her hot body shaking and heard her laughing hysterically. She finally got herself under control and leaned up over me. Still laughing, she could hardly speak.

"I-Is th-that wh-what I-I s-sounded l-like? That's priceless! Poor Dad! Wonder what he's gonna feel like in the morning?"

Carol kissed us both tenderly, declared her love and snuggled into my back again, her arm loosely draped around me. Soon we heard the gentle sound of her breathing as she slept. Riekie snuggled up to my front, my penis still snugly entrapped, her talented muscles still massaging, almost sucking on it. We kissed tenderly, holding each other close as we drifted off to the sound of another bed being sorely abused. As I passed out of consciousness, I vaguely heard a woman's scream.

I awoke just after daybreak with my usual morning woody. Carol was still cuddled tightly to my back, spooning me. Riekie was cuddled up tight in my arms. My woody was buried in her beautiful tight, very hot little snatch. It felt exquisite! As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into those big blue orbs of hers. She wore a mile-wide smile of delight. Moving her hips gently, setting up amazing sensations in my groin, she giggled happily.

"Carol Anne told me you might wake up like that! She said it was the nicest way to wake up ever! I hafta agree! I want to wake up like this EVERY morning! Sweet Pussy really likes sleeping with Sweet Prince all nicely tucked in ready to scratch her itch in the morning! Oh! I love it so! God! I can't get enough of you! Oh, Mom's up. I heard her take a bath and then go downstairs a few minutes ago."

Mom always was an early riser, regardless of how much sleep she got. I took a deep breath and smelled coffee.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Oh, a little while. I was just enjoying the feeling of you inside me. I didn't want to disturb you. You were sleeping so nicely. Now that you're awake, though, that's a different story."

She moved her hips and worked those fabulous muscles. Riekie was definitely getting my attention. I rolled her onto her back, still fully sheathed in her hot, sucking sex. As I did, we exchanged a passionate kiss that as usual left us breathless. She was wet and ready. I took one long slow stroke then started humping madly. Riekie was ready for hot, fast fucking and she bucked right back, legs and arms wrapped tightly around me. She hollered her appreciation.

"YES! YES! YES! OH-OH! SCRATCH SWEET PUSSY'S ITCH!"

The sudden noise startled Carol awake. She jumped then saw what was happening. She smiled sweetly at us.

"Don't you two ever quit? A body can hardly get any sleep around you."

Riekie and I were too far gone to answer. We fucked and rutted like we only had today, and in today we only had this moment. Our hips bounced and pumped into each other. My cock pounded into her welcoming pussy. She wailed. She yelled. She was really very enthusiastic. Her hips met my every thrust. Too soon we reached the peak. I felt her body tense, her internal muscles pulsating, fucking at my penis from inside. Her juices saturated my crotch, and my balls started to tighten. I lunged hard. Two. Three times; my balls erupted as I slammed in one last time and held it as hot, sticky baby batter squirted and squirted and squirted deep inside Riekie's convulsing womb. It felt like I squirted a half gallon (Imperial) or more. It never seemed to end. She came with me, her body lunging upward, holding me deep as those magnificent muscles sucked my balls dry. Her arms held tight, her legs dropping to the bed, heels drumming and thumping on the mattress. And she screamed.

"DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!"

We wound down slowly. It was just a morning quickie, but was incredibly intense for all that. Carol had tried to go back to sleep, but our rutting got her going too. As Riekie and I collapsed, I rolled off her, my still hard cock withdrawing with a sucking sound. She whined at the sudden absence. Carol saw I was still hard (morning woody, after all). As soon as I was on my back, she climbed over me and immediately impaled herself. She slid down onto me with a shout of glee.

"OH! YES!"

Carol got moving hard and fast quickly. Her hips gyrated and churned. She wanted satisfaction and she wanted it quickly. Despite having just dumped a heavy load into her sister, my cock was still ragingly hard. I started thrusting and pumping up into her, meeting her motion in perfect harmony. Again, too soon, we felt the rise to mutual release. Carol pumped harder and faster, her hands busy with her nipples. My hips lurched off the bed, lifting her. My balls exploded in a giant release as I shot several heavy loads deep into her tunnel, splashing inside her cervix. Her thighs clamped down hard on me, the internal muscles gripping my prick in a hot wet vice, and she screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

I heard the sound of breaking glass from downstairs, then footsteps charging up the stairs and down the hall. A door slammed, and a masculine voice complained. "Not again?"

Carol collapsed onto my chest, almost instantly asleep. Riekie curled into my side and was soon fast asleep as well. Not wanting to disturb the vision sleeping on my chest with my still almost hard penis buried in her, I drifted off too, to the sound of that other bed thumping rhythmically against a wall.

I woke up again sometime later with a painful piss hard-on and a bladder demanding immediate relief. Carol had managed to roll off me and was curled contentedly into my side sleeping peacefully, a happy smile gracing her beautiful face. Riekie was warmly snuggled up, sleeping with that contented smile on the other side, a vision of loveliness her soft blonde hair tussled from our wild night. I tried to get up without disturbing my wives. They both groaned and opened their eyes. They spoke in unison, the stereo effect unnerving.

"Awww! We were so comfy! Where ya goin' Honey?"

"Gotta pee."

The stereo effect repeated itself.

"Me, too!"

Riekie looked at the bedside clock. "Oh! Look at the time! We all better get up anyway. Eeeww! The bed is all soaked; and look at me! What a mess!"

She spun around and opened up so we could see what she was talking about. She was the picture of a well-fucked woman. Her gorgeous blonde pussy hair was matted with come and her thighs glistened with our fluids. A trickle of white goo seeped from her still open hole. Carol, upon inspection, was in a similar, maybe even messier state. I thought their appearance was highly erotic and said so. My own groin was a matted mess too. The bed was totaled. Their towels were completely soaked and somewhere in the night they had moved off them. The bottom sheet was thus soaked too, showing the wisdom of the plastic mattress cover. Going back to sleep on a cold wet sheet on plastic didn't appeal to us so we struggled from our bed. For all the frenetic activity of the night, I felt wonderful, strangely invigorated and sated.

"We all need a bath. Then some breakfast. I'm starved!"

We slipped into our robes, grabbed the towels Mom set out and padded to the bathroom. As we passed my folks' room, we could hear snoring. We slipped as quietly as possible into the bathroom. Riekie started running the tub as I stepped up to pass my water. Aiming with a full blown piss hard-on that insists on pointing at the sky and refuses to bend co-operatively, and getting the flow started is not that easy most mornings. When Carol decided she was going to help, matters got worse as she took it in her hand and tried to aim for me. With her hot hand on me, peeing became almost impossible. When she saw what was going on Riekie just HAD to help too. With two beautiful naked nymphets holding and aiming my penis, somehow I managed to relax enough to do the job. They were a little disappointed that the erection seemed to follow the urine down the drain. There was a lot of giggling and laughing as we managed to get my bladder finally emptied.

By the time all the tom-foolery over relieving my overfull bladder was done, and the girls had each relieved themselves, the tub was full. We climbed into a tub not designed for that many people and had a wonderful, if crowded, three-way bath. We fooled around a bit, but mostly just tickled and played, splashing water like kids. I did get a mouthful of those delectable teenage breasts, and got each of the girls off once while washing their pretty pussies. Two sets of warm soft hands and two warm mouths made sure their Sweet Prince was totally spotless. Despite all this attention, he stayed dormant. My cock felt pretty used up, and they complained of a slight soreness. I couldn't imagine why! The warm bath felt good to our bodies and we just enjoyed it, relaxing until the water cooled off.

Stepping out of the tub was fun. I got out first and fulfilled one of my favourite fantasies again, when each nymph stepped into a waiting towel for me to dry them. That particular fantasy isn't so much erotic as it is warm and fuzzy for me. It indicates love and warmth. As I dried each of my lovelies paying special attention to their more sensitive areas, we exchanged tender kisses. We finished our morning toilette, slipped back into our robes, cleaned up the mess we'd made of the bathroom, dressed and padded downstairs for breakfast.

Mom was in the kitchen, busily and happily cooking up a storm. We were greeted by the smell of coffee, and my all-time favourite food aroma, toast and bacon. Mom looked radiant, her skin positively glowing, every inch the very picture of a very satisfied woman. Looking at my young wives, they had that same beautiful healthy radiant glow.

"Have a good night, Daughters? It wasn't too crowded in that old bed was it? You two look the picture of health! Oh to be that young again!"

Carol's dreamy reply was for both of them. "Mmmm-hmmmmmm... Lotsa room."

Carol and Riekie shared a warm group hug with Mom and they passed tender kisses among themselves. When they exchanged knowing and approving looks, I swear they sniffed each other!

Bob was already at the table. He looked like death warmed over. When asked, he said he had a hard night, having been startled out of a deep sleep by some loud noise. He mumbled something about not sleeping in the same house as the three of us ever again.

Heather bounced down the stairs a few minutes later. She hadn't heard a thing, sleeping the whole night away peacefully. Val followed her into the kitchen, looking a little tired, but she had a little of the glow the older women had, too. She did complain that her wrist was tired and her fingers were a little cramped.

Mom was serving the rest of us our breakfast meal when Dad literally stumbled in. The man could hardly walk! He looked absolutely terrible, with bags under his eyes and the grey pallor of no sleep. He fit perfectly the description of someone who'd been rode extremely hard and put away extremely wet. In a very real sense, I guess maybe he was... 

As he groaned into a chair Dad looked at us with a small grin and just shook his head in amazement. Mom saw the look and smiled warmly. By the time he got his third coffee into him, Dad was starting to look more like himself but he still looked bone tired.

After breakfast, the girls helped Mom clean up the kitchen and finish the cleanup from the party. Dad, Bob and I retired to the living room with our coffees. I felt fine, but soon the two of them were softly snoring in their chairs. They napped until Carol and I got back from doing the chores. They felt somewhat refreshed, although stiff from sleeping in chairs.

I was going to do my barn chores and Carol was coming along with me to see what I did. Mom gave her some old jeans that didn't fit anymore so she wouldn't get her dress dirty. Riekie begged off claiming she wasn't into animal husbandry, and stayed to help Mom prepare an early supper. She was making her usual New Year feast of roast turkey with all the trimmings. Breakfast had been closer to lunch, so an early supper before the gang had to return home was the order of the day.

Carol went to the barn with me to feed the cattle. Watching her prance around the barn and the cattle was a delight. Mom's jeans were a little snug on her, and showed her hips and sweet butt off to perfection. She was like a little kid in her excitement and pleasure. She made pets of several of the animals, hugging and petting them. These normally semi-wild creatures were completely docile with her and actually seemed to enjoy her attention. Doing my normally routine and mundane chores New Year's Day 1966 was a treat when I spent it with my first True Love. I fell deeper in love with her just watching her free-spirited enjoyment. I realized we hadn't spent enough quality time with just the two of us.

We spent almost all our time since last summer together with Riekie. I realized that we also needed some quality time with just two of us, whether Carol and me or Riekie and me, or them by themselves, just to learn and enjoy each other one on one. My wives spent a great deal of time together that way, but I hadn't had much opportunity with either of them. Carol and I had our time alone before we married Riekie, but Riekie and I had not had any time alone. It was time to fix that, but how? Our schedules and the limited chances for even the three of us to get together at once meant getting quality free time one on one was going to be very difficult. This called for a family meeting, but for now, I'd mention it to Carol. She beat me to it.

As we closed up the barn to return to the house, I took Carol in my arms and kissed her soulfully. When we separated panting, she snuggled up close, enjoying just the two of us together for a few brief minutes. She whispered.

"I love you so much, David! This is so nice, just the two of us, having fun and being together like we used to."

I cuddled her close in the cold winter air as she continued.

"I wish we could find more times to be alone. I love Riekie almost as much as I love you, but I want, no NEED, to be with you, just us, so we can learn and enjoy each other directly. Riekie wants and needs the same. She's NEVER been alone with you, and that isn't fair — to either of you. She and I spend a lot of time together because we live together. We used to think we knew each other really well, but now we're connecting on entirely new levels.

"It's not just the sex we share. It's everything else. As often as not, when we talk, we talk about you and our love for you and how you make us feel so warm and loved and wanted. Most nights when we're alone, we don't have sex, or it's very quiet and warm. We just cuddle and hold each other, looking in the other's eyes, sharing our love. A lot of the time we don't even talk; it's like we know what the other is thinking. Many times, we just share a little knowing kiss. It's like the times you and I used to have. Remember that day on the back lawn at home when you and I told each other our story about how we felt when we met, and then just cuddled after and felt really good? Remember our walks, just the two of us?

"Riekie and I have spent many times like that, but she and you haven't, and you and I don't get any time like that anymore. I think that's why Riekie stayed at the house today; she wanted us to have a quiet private time. Oh, David! She is just so good to us! She loves us so much! She needs time with you desperately, but she gave what little free time we found to me! Riekie and you MUST spend some quality time alone! You hardly know each other except through me and with me. I wish we could all live together then finding those quiet moments for two of us together would be easy. Right now we get so little time we HAVE to spend it as the three of us. Even here at the farm where we have total freedom, and can maybe find some time for two, we usually have so little we spend it as the group and with your family.

"David, what are we going to do? I'm scared our relationship is getting too focused on the group and not enough on each of us."

I pulled her even tighter. She was weeping softly. I kissed the tears from her eyes.

"Have I told you yet today how much I love you?" She smiled sweetly, looking into my eyes.

"N-No, Sir, you have not."

"Carol Anne Scott, I love you more than life itself. My whole world revolves around you. I can't imagine a time when I won't or can't. A future for me without you in it is a dark and lonely place that I can't, won't, even contemplate. Carol Anne, I love you! I love you! I love you!"

I sealed that declaration with another deep kiss. When we broke from it, she spoke softly.

"Oh, David! I love you so much it hurts!" She grinned. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No, just one other, but I haven't had the chance to do it right.

"Carol Anne, out here alone today with just you, even doing something as routine as barn chores, I realized we don't spend enough quality time one on one. For you to say it out loud when I thought it just shows we still have that spooky ability to think and speak alike. I was afraid we were losing that because we spend so little time by ourselves now.

"We have to have a family meeting, just the three of us, so we can work some of this out. Not only do we have to find the time to be alone with one other, but we have to have some way of letting the third one know that we need that time. Another thing, each person needs time alone just to be by themselves, quiet reflective times to sort out their own thoughts or just enjoy a personal private moment without other people around. If everything was perfect, two of us would get our quality time while the individual got the private personal time they need.

"We need time for just the three of us to be together, too. Since we got married, except for the times we've taken a walk here at the farm for some wild sex, or last night, the three of us rarely get private time to be together as our own family and just groove on each other or talk about the future or how we're going to make our family work, like who's kids are who's and who is responsible and all that stuff. When we're at your place, we go to your room, but Bob's always there to keep you parents happy. He's almost a member of our family, but it's not quite the same. You're right, we have to do something, but I'm not sure what.

"In the short term I could date each of you separately, but that could cause more problems than it solves, especially with your parents. We could run off and set up housekeeping, just the three of us, but what of everything we all have planned then? We're at least two years from living together permanently, and even then it may be just weekends or whenever I get leave. That will certainly still be better than what we have now — nothing.

"For now, I think we'll ask Mom and Dad if we can arrange to have you out more often for sleepovers and day visits until we can work out something more permanent. Our school schedules are more relaxed now, so we should be able to get more weekend time together. Mom and Dad have been cautious about having you out too often, but I think it's time to take that chance. They really do like you, so it won't be unusual to have you out at their invitation. Bob can come too, just to make it look good. He's always welcome here, and he and Dad always find something to do together anyway. 'Sides I've spent so much time at your place, it's time for payback.

"Mom and Dad made it very clear this is YOUR home too. Let's use it that way as much as possible. When we're here, we'll make a point of just two of us going for walks and spending time alone, even if we have to get extreme and draw up a schedule. At least then, the third one will have company if it's a time they don't want or need for themselves.

"I said we need time with just the three of us that involves us as a family, too. Our first family meeting will be one of those times, and we'll use it to talk about just these things. I think we should do it today. I'll ask Mom and Dad to let us have the big rooms for the rest of the time you're here, no one else allowed in. Maybe they'll even let us use them that way on an ongoing basis, too, sort of our own apartment where we can be just the three of us. We'll work on it together. We have to. How do you like me now?"

"Oh, David! That's one of the reasons I love you so much! You see things so clearly! We may think alike, seeing the problems or obstacles, but then you can sort it out and make a plan. I think what you're suggesting is the best we can do for now — at least it's a start. I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" How do you like me now?"

"Carol Anne Scott, I love you more than I can possibly describe. Hey! I'm getting cold! I think we better head back."

We wrapped an arm around each other and strolled back to the house in the bright, cold January sun secure and content in our love.



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Chapter 35


Carol and I returned to the house hoping to be able to resolve some issues, that while not a problem now, could very well plague us in the future. It wasn't very long, maybe an hour, that we were alone, but it was quality time we'd just spent together. Yes, we'd just been doing a routine job on the farm, but the point was, we did it as just the two of us. We'd had time to talk and reconnect at a level we used to share before we married Riekie. Riekie needed similar time with me for us to make our own connection, or more properly, explore and define the deep connection we already shared but had not been able to do so privately. She and Carol, through the benefit of being sisters living in the same house and sharing a bedroom, had already done so. Now she needed to be with me one-on-one, and Carol and I needed to get that back. Carol was concerned we would lose Riekie if we weren't able to do this.

How far we had come! From being told we were being selfish with Riekie, now we were openly thinking of her welfare and how best to meet her needs within our relationship, as opposed to our own. Carol and I had now become so emotionally interdependent with Riekie, we could not think of ourselves without thinking of her.

It was shortly after lunch when we returned from the barn. We had to have a meeting of the larger family before our small family could have ours. Carol joined Riekie and the other women while I went to get Dad. She was to set up our meeting with them, so no one would be completely in the dark. Dad and Bob were still napping in their chairs, but what I had to discuss was so important, I woke them up. I asked Dad to join us in the kitchen. Carol and I wanted to talk to Mom and him. Because of the nature of what we wanted to talk about involved Bob to some extent, I asked him to join us too.

Bob, Dad and I joined the ladies at the kitchen table. Carol had included Val and Heather, which I thought was very thoughtful of her, although Heather would soon get bored and run off to play. While it was our privacy as a new family that was at issue, some of the resolutions involved all the others in some way or other, from giving up physical space when we there, to giving up time with us. I thought how wonderful it was that truly important discussions took place in the kitchen. We were back to our roots.

When everyone was seated or lounging comfortably against their favourite door jam (Bob was an inveterate door jam leaner.), I 'opened' the meeting.

"Mom and Dad, this should be a fairly short family meeting. Basically, we have some requests we want to make of you.

"Today, while doing something as simple as the chores, Carol Anne and I discovered and discussed something so important and fundamental to our own relationship with ourselves and Riekie, we have to bring it here to the whole Lloyd family, and by association, Bob.

"What we found was we were spending quality time with just the two of us, something we haven't been able to do since we married Riekie. We realized it was so important to us, and we missed it so much, we want more of it."

Riekie paled and looked frightened. I reached my hand across the table to hers and squeezed reassuringly. Carol, seeing the same thing, sitting next to her, moved her chair closer and put her arm around Riekie. I spoke to Riekie directly.

"What we discussed was our need for this one-on-one with each of our partners. Riekie, you and I have never had a chance to be alone for any length of time to share, explore and define who we are with each other. That is a grave injustice to both of us. It's nobody's fault. Circumstances have just worked out so we couldn't. I'm hoping now that we can, with the help of Mom and Dad, be better able to work it so we can have that quality time together. After we finish here, the three of us will have our own family meeting to work out the fine details of how we can achieve this."

Riekie, hearing this and reassured by our touches, visibly relaxed. I spoke then to the others.

"Mom and Dad, you have made it abundantly clear that whenever they're here, this is the girls' home, too. Basically, we want to raise that bar a little. It will cost you, Bob and my sisters nothing but the effort to allow us more space as our own family. I could have spoken to you quietly with our requests, and you would have probably gladly granted them, but given the importance of why we're making them, everyone should be informed and understand better where we're coming from.

"First, we would like the use of the big rooms for the rest of the day so we three, by ourselves, with no one else present, can have our own family meeting to work out how we're going to get more time with each other, rather than the three of us always together, but also to spend time alone, again just the three of us. For as surely as we need some one-on-one with each other, we need time to be a family together. Except for Riekie's wedding day, and a few times out behind the barn and last night, we have had no time to just be our own family. There's always someone with us as a chaperone — no offense, Bob. Or it's been a social setting like last night's party, or even together with this family.

"Secondly, whenever they're here, we'd like the use of those rooms as our private space so we can be a family. Not that we want to be exclusive. Most of the time, the doors would be open for the rest of you to come and go as you please, but still recognizing it as our private space. The only time the doors would be closed would be for truly private matters. There are lots of things we'd like to talk about and discuss that are either very private, or that we just can't talk to others about before we speak among ourselves, and decisions to be taken. Every family needs that, but we have no place to call our own yet, and are unlikely to for the next couple years at least. It's fine for us to be able to go for walks to be by ourselves, but the weather limits that."

Riekie's growing smile indicated that she now understood, and had nothing to fear. Carol was nodding her head in complete agreement with everything I said. I continued.

"Thirdly, we want the girls and Bob to be here more often, both for sleepovers and day visits. Basically, our second request doesn't mean much without this last. Our winter and spring schedules at school aren't as hectic as this past fall, and we've grown used to the extra workloads, too, so we should have more weekends available to spend together. I know there's concern that we'll raise suspicions by having them here too much, especially overnight, but if the invitation is extended by my parents, that should prevent most of it. We can even say they're helping Mom redecorate or some such thing. We know it's an extra burden to have three more bodies in the house, and we'll understand if you refuse or limit us because of crowding. That's about it. If you can't see your way clear on the last two, at least please let us have the rooms for today."

Mom and Dad looked at each other. Mom nodded, and Dad spoke.

"David, your first request is easy. You can use the big rooms as long as you need today. The things you need to discuss among you are important enough we could not, in any way, refuse you. No one will disturb you. The second is also easy. Whenever your family is here, those rooms are yours to use as your own, but will you let me use my chair, please? It's better than keeping them closed up for the parson." Mom stuck her tongue out at him for that remark. "Your third request is a little more difficult, as we are going to be deceiving the Scotts with subterfuge. I'm a little uncomfortable with that, but I think we can manage, so with that small caveat, we grant that request as well. Maybe you could say something Lori?"

"I think I can. First of all, we're not worried about overcrowding; it's a big house and larger families than this have lived here before. Secondly, we won't be deceiving the girls' parents as much as you might think. David, your suggestion of using redecorating as a ruse is brilliant and maybe even a little prescient. I was going to redecorate every room upstairs anyway, but didn't have the help. Now, thanks to your suggestion, I do, if the girls are willing, and it will be a legitimate reason to have them out. It does mean when they're here you won't have them all to yourself all the time though, but then when the good weather comes, you'll be spending time in the fields anyway. This should work out perfectly. I'll call Dolly and explain what I'm doing, and ask if I can borrow the girls for a few weekends, and I'm sure we will develop such a good relationship that Don and I will invite them for the holiday weekends, too. Call it repayment for the Scotts having David at the cottage all summer. That lets you off the hook as a chaperone, too, Bob. There will probably be times when you won't want or be able to come the same weekends as your sisters. Is that OK with you girls? Call it rent on your little 'apartment'."

Both girls got up and hugged Mom their approval of her plan. Dad spoke again.

"David, your mother and I once again are impressed with the maturity and intelligence you've shown in dealing with what could have developed into a rather thorny problem for your fledgling family. That Carol Anne arrived at the same conclusion and showed the same concern speaks volumes for her own. I'm sure if Riekie had been able to discuss it with you, she would have shown the same level of maturity. That she wasn't able, just points out that the problem is real. All that aside, it's your mature, reasoned and responsible approach in calling this meeting and handling it so well that really impresses us. For a sixteen year-old, that is remarkable, and although you say your new-found maturity is just the way we raised you making it self known when faced with adult situations, I think there's more to it than that. I think you have what your grandmother calls an 'old soul', making you wise beyond your years. That you are no longer a boy and are now a man among men is very apparent."

Such high praise from the man I respected and loved most in the entire world was high praise indeed. I was humbled by his words.

Riekie, beaming, jumped from her chair, ran to me, and threw her arms around me. She declared.

"That's the MAN I fell in love with!"

Carol reached across the table and took both my hands. "Me, too!"

The meeting ended there, with hugs and kisses from the girls for my folks. Heather had managed to hang in without getting bored, and climbed up on the girls' laps to cuddle with each one in turn. She asked them.

"Are you my sisters now?"

Carol answered for both.

"Yes, Munchkin, but you mustn't tell anybody until we say you can, OK?"

"Deal."

We sat with the family and kibitzed awhile longer. Val wanted to know if she could still do her homework on the dining room table. She was assured that the big rooms were open all the time except when the girls were there, and even then she could use them if she checked with us first in case we wanted to be alone.

And so another milestone was added to our new family's history. We had a private place of our own, and the time to use it. Nest thing up was to have our own very first family meeting. I gathered my wives and we excused ourselves from the rest. Mom said she'd knock when supper was ready if the door was still closed.

The three of us moved to the dining room. It would serve as our de facto 'kitchen', as most of our family business would be conducted at the table, just like we had just done with the rest of the family in the main kitchen.

As I closed the door, a blonde bombshell threw herself into my arms and kissed me with all the passion and love she could muster, hugging me so tight I could hardly breathe. When she released me, I stepped back and caught my breath.

"Not that I'm complaining, what was that for?"

"For being you and because I love you so much! I was so scared today! When you started talking about you and Carol Anne wanting, needing, to be alone, I was sure you were going to ask me to leave."

"That was the farthest thing from our minds. One of the reasons the subject came up was we were afraid you'd leave us if you couldn't have private time with each of us, and that brings me to why we're in here by ourselves right now. Let's all sit at our 'kitchen' table and try to sort out how we're going to do this. I think better there."

We sat at one end of the table, within arm's reach of each other. I gave the floor to Carol.

"Carol Anne, you were the first to actually speak openly about this issue, even if we did think of it at the same time. Tell Riekie what you told me."

"Riekie dear, today when David and I did the chores, we were doing something together and having fun with just the two of us like we used to. We weren't all that long, but the time we spent as just the two of us was so nice! I just knew then, that we each need private time alone with David and with each other. You and I live together already, and we do get that special time with just the two of us. We talk and hold each other and love each other. Our time together, just you and me, is so special we often don't even need to talk.

"Before we married you, David and I used to have times like that ourselves, and we miss them. Remember our evening walks last summer? It may have been only an hour each day but it was our special time to be alone and talk or just be quiet and feel each others love. We don't do that anymore, and we need it.

"Since you married us, circumstances have forced us all to be together all the time with none of us able to be alone with one of the others except for you and me. David and I need time together to keep and build on what we already had. You and I do have time together and our relationship has grown stronger because of it. But, and this is a big but, you and David have never had that chance to be alone to learn and explore what you have that's special just between the two of you. Ever since Tante Pie warned me we could lose you if we were selfish, I've been scared to death you'd leave us. Spending quality private time with David is your right. It's his right too. I think it's also a responsibility of each of us to spend private time with each of our partners, just one-on-one, as David says. How'm I doing David?"

"Couldn't have said it better, My Love. Riekie, I love you more than I can describe. I want and need the opportunity to tell you privately how I feel, and explore how you feel. Carol and I have had and used the chances we got well. We want to reclaim that for ourselves, but you and I need the same things too.

"Hon, there's more to it than just going one-on-one with each of our partners, too. Each of us also needs time alone, by themselves for quiet personal reflection and maybe to sort out thoughts without other people constantly clamoring for our attention. In a perfect world, when two of us want to be alone, it would coincide with the third person's need to be by their selves. We don't live in that perfect world, but maybe we can adapt, such that when two of us want or need that special time, the third will learn to use the resulting enforced solitude for their quiet time. Or vice versa, when one person wants some alone time, the other two can use it as their quality together time. It may be that all three of us from time to time will need to be alone with our own thoughts at the same time. I think that one is relatively easy to work out.

"We also need just what we're doing now, time for just the three of us, time for us to be our own family, discussing matters that no one else needs to know, or just to be by ourselves as a group, quietly sharing our love, our hopes and dreams. We need time to learn about each other in the larger context of our own family and not be constantly in a social setting like we have been ever since we got married. Right now, that has become the easiest part of the problem to fix, thanks to Mom and Dad.

"We're going to have more time here at the farm now. What we have to do, and we may not sort it all out today, is figure out some way so we can best utilize this new time here so we can have the quality time we need as couples within our threesome. You especially need some of that special time with me, and I need it with you. Carol Anne was of the opinion today that one of the reasons you didn't come out to the barn with us was because you thought she and I should be alone for awhile. Is that right?"

Riekie eyes were brimming as she answered me. He words became a torrent.

"Y-yes. I don't know why I got thinking about it, but I was actually remembering how happy you guys always were after your walks. Sometimes you'd come back with some big decision made and be full of resolve. The night we all got married, was one of those walks. David, you were so strong that night! I haven't seen you like that since we left the cottage. Lately I sensed a tension that I don't think you guys were even aware of. Maybe it's because I still think of myself as the junior member, I don't know, but I remembered how good those private times were for the two of you. I missed seeing you guys that happy, and I thought you missed it too, that that was the source of the tension I sensed, so today when I could beg off going with you without it looking odd, I did. Remember when I told you if I even got a tenth of what you guys have from this relationship, I'd be the happiest girl in the world? Seeing you two happy is good enough for me. And I was right about today. You two went off alone, and sure enough, you came back happy and resolute. I knew as soon as you walked in the door some big thing had happened again, and all because you had some private time together. I think you guys are magic when you do that.

"So what am I saying? Do I want time with just you David? Of course! More than anything else! Do I need time with you? I don't know. I know Carol Anne does. Today proved that.

"I'm so afraid of losing either of you, and I'll be totally honest, especially you, David, I wouldn't do anything to put that in jeopardy. I guess I still think this is a dream, too good to be true, and I'm afraid Carol Anne's gonna wake up some day and give me shit for stealing her man. I'm so confused! I'm supposed to be the smart one, but when it comes to this emotional stuff, I'm completely lost. I know how I feel, and I know what I want. I want to be with you two forever and I want to have your babies, David, but if I thought for a second that spending time alone with you came even close to pissing off Carol Anne, then I'd pass on the chance and give it to her.

"Now today, you two come to me and tell me that not only do I need to be alone with you, you need to be alone with me, and it's my right? I'm overwhelmed! I don't know what to say. The last time you guys told me something was my right, you told me after the fact. That made it easier to grasp. Today you're telling me before the fact, and even want me to help decide how to make it work? And you're telling me you're afraid of losing me, when all along I've been afraid of you sending me away? I knew you two loved me, but this is more than I ever expected or dreamed! If I can be alone with you, David, and Carol Anne, you're not going to be mad at me for it then I will indeed be the happiest girl in the world!"

Riekie was crying when she finished. Carol did exactly the right thing. She got up, went to Riekie, and put her arms around her in a tender hug. She kissed the top of Riekie's pretty blonde head and with tears in her own eyes, spoke softly to her, then stronger as emotion took hold.

"Riekie, Riekie, Riekie... David told us on your wedding day that it's the three of us or none of us. Don't you EVER be afraid we'll send you away from us. We're as afraid of losing you as you are of losing us. We're all in this together, equally. We don't have any junior members, and never did, although in our selfishness and stupidity last summer we may have created that impression. I won't EVER get mad at you for being alone with David. I want you to; you want to, you really need to, and David wants and needs it too. You think we're magic because we go off alone and come back happy or with a problem solved. You can be just as magical with David as me if and when you have that private time.

"It's not magic, it's two people connecting at a deep level and being able to come to decisions through love, trust and knowing each other so well you know what the other is thinking. I used to think it was spooky the way David and I thought and spoke so much alike and now you and I have a similar connection. Have you not noticed how often lately you and I say the same thing at the same time? That's not spooky, that's what comes from being so close and in tune with another that simple gestures can communicate whole thoughts.

"You claim you love David more than anything, even more than me, and I know how much you love me. You must spend time with David, and get to know him as I have and as we have each other. You can't doubt yourself with regard to our marriage. I won't hear it anymore, nor will David. You are a full and equal partner. Read your ring, it doesn't say 'Carol and Dave and oh yes, little Riekie' in fine print. It says 'Riekie, Carol and Dave 1965 Hearts Entwined Forever.' When we tied the knot and said our vows, there was no special clause saying you were junior. We all said exactly the same words. So WE don't want to hear any more about 'Junior Members." Got that?"

Carol paused a moment to let her high emotions settle a bit. Riekie held her tight, as she said. "G-got it."

Carol continued in a more level tone. I was amazed at her eloquence! The woman was constantly full of surprises.

"David and I realized today how important our private time together is, and our very first thought was how to get that for you. Right now, we have to decide how we're going to make the time available. Then we have to decide who goes first. That's easy. YOU go first, and maybe you'll have more time with David in the next little while than I will, because you've got to make up for lost time. What you do together when it's just you two, I don't care. You can fuck his brains out or talk his ear off, no matter, as long as you come back from it knowing each other better, and happy. You might be the one who comes back full of resolve with a big decision that knocks me on my butt. I don't care, as long as it happens.

"At least this time the reason you've missed out on something in this relationship hasn't been directly the fault of any of us. We just haven't had the time or opportunity to do it. Maybe we should have realized it sooner, all three of us, and tried to sort it out earlier. All three of us came to the same basic conclusion today. You were actually ahead of us by making sure David and I did get off by ourselves. I love you Riekie Scott-Lloyd! Your happiness is as important to me as David's or my own. Now dry your tears and let's get on with this and sort it out! David?"

Carol laid it on pretty thick to make her point with Riekie. The Scott-Lloyd angle was a stroke of genius. I saw Riekie's eyes open wide and a smile of recognition when she heard it. It drove the point home with Riekie almost more than anything else, and I liked the sound of it myself. I found out many years later how important it became to Riekie.

"Carol Anne's right, Riekie. It's the three of us or none of us. The Power that I think guides us has made sure of it. What has just happened points up how important it is for the three of us to have this private space for these kinds of talks. Oh, we could do it when we're in bed, and probably will, but we need a private place where I'm not so likely to be distracted by a bare pussy rubbing up against me or someone playing with their friend."

This remark had the desired affect of lightening the mood as both girls giggled. I went on.

"So how do we make quality time available from the limited time we have? It's the dead of winter now, we can't go for walks very easily like Carol Anne and I did at the cottage. It's damn cold, and the snow's too deep. The cold I don't mind so much, but deep snow is a real deterrent. We can do like we did today, and the one who wants to be with me can help me with the chores, starting tonight. That gets us a little time. It doesn't always take much to get connected. Sometimes just a few minutes are all we need.

"We also have this space of our own now. Two people can use this, and the third can join the main family. That would be a good time for that one to spend some time with Heather, who thinks the world of you two, or with Val, or with Mom. Spending time with Mom might be a good chance to learn a bit about the Old Ways. You're both gonna be spending time with her doing the redecorating upstairs. She's not kidding about that. She'll definitely put you to work wallpapering and painting. Any other free private time, we'll just hafta keep watching, and if an opportunity presents itself out of the blue, we grab it, and whoever's first in line gets it. Should we consider a schedule? It sounds a little cold to me, but with limited time and resources, it might work. If we decide to use that, you girls make the schedule and I'll abide by it. Any suggestions?"

Carol spoke first.

"Why can't we include bedtime in the time we use for private time with you?"

Carol was the last one I'd have thought to suggest that one! I thought of it but hesitated to mention it. It just shows to go you, no matter how well you think you know someone, they can still surprise you.

"Uh... No reason, I guess. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you and I have slept together, just the two of us, and we talked a lot besides the wonderful sex. Riekie, we've had great sex, but that first time with David alone was so special and sweet! You just HAFTA do it at least once! I know we already had your wedding day, but I KNOW you hafta sleep alone with David. And I hafta again too. 'Sides it might just be a little quieter."

Riekie laughed and replied.

"I'm actually surprised Mom and Dad would let us sleep over again after the noisy show we put on last night. I think we were actually competing to see who could scream the loudest. The only thing I can think is that Mom got into it too. She was screaming pretty loud herself. Poor Dad, though did you see him this morning? He was hurting.

"That's been my own favourite fantasy, to sleep with David alone, to have him all to myself for a whole night, just the two of us loving and cuddling, but how will we work it out?"

"Oh, I think Val wouldn't mind a bunk mate. And Heather would love to have one of us with her. She's so sweet! When we finish here, let's you and I talk to Mom and our little sisters about it."

The girls were talking now as if I wasn't even there. They had made a decision, and would see it through. I liked that. I had to get back into the conversation, though.

"Bedtime is Ok with me. I look forward to being able to devote my attention to just one hungry or itchy pussy at a time, and Carol Anne, you're absolutely right that Sweet Riekie needs a truly private night that would be more like her true wedding night. Now, what about using our private space here for our 'trysts'?"

Riekie volunteered her opinion on that one.

"I think it's OK for the winter, but as soon as we can, I think we should start taking walks together like you guys did at the cottage. I think it's very romantic, and it really is private time. "Sides, if a person was to get horny and want to do something about it, she wouldn't hafta wait until bedtime, 'specially if it wasn't her turn in bed, and out there, she really could scream or howl."

We all laughed at that suggestion. Riekie was getting fully into the spirit now. I was going to speak when a knock came on our door. Carol answered it and let in Mom.

"Riekie, your mom's on the phone. She asked to speak to you."

"OK. I'll be right there."

They left to look after the call from Dolly. I hadn't heard the phone ring. I found out later Mom turned down the ringer so we wouldn't be disturbed. That woman was so thoughtful! Carol and I were undecided whether we should continue or wait for Riekie. It was a non-issue, as she was back in just a couple minutes. She was smiling when she returned to us. Curious, I asked her what was up.

"Mom asked us if it was OK for us to stay over another night! She said Daddy and she are all down with the flu, and she doesn't want us or the boys to get it. The little guys are staying at the neighbours again tonight, too. She sounded sick, but told us not to worry, they'd be all right. She'd already talked to Mom here and cleared it with her. I said OK, but tried not to sound too enthusiastic. Bob said OK too, but he's a little grumpy at being kept awake all last night. We'll hafta be a LOT quieter tonight. <Giggle> We better finish quickly in here, Carol Anne and I have a laundry to do before anyone sleeps in that bed tonight. Mom said she'd do it, but that isn't fair to her. We made the mess, we should clean it up."

No wonder Mom loved these girls! They were as thoughtful as she. I hurried on with the meeting.

"So far we've agreed private time includes bedtime and chore time, and we'll use our private space here until the weather's good enough for us to take walks. And for those times we get that appear unexpectedly, whoever speaks first for it gets it, OK? Do we want to work out a schedule?"

Carol had one more suggestion.

"Riekie made a good point, although I don't think she realized it, when she mentioned whoever had the day time might not have bedtime too. I think we should work it so that whoever's turn it is for private time with you, David, gets it for that whole day, and if she doesn't want or need the whole day, she can invite the other wife back in for the activity she wants to share. And we reserve the woman's right to change our minds. I know there's gonna be times where we might change our mind, especially at bedtime, and want a threesome. Waddaya think, Riekie?"

"Couldn't agree more. David?"

"OK by me. It's your private time. You use it however you want. Can I ask just one thing. If you decide to change the sleeping arrangements, let me know, please? I may have a fantasy for that night that would have to be altered. We still haven't decided whether to schedule or not."

Riekie spoke quickly. "Schedule is a harsh sounding word, but really, that's what it'll be in effect the minute we decide who's first and who's next, and so on. The simplest way is for us to decide 'turns'. We might not want or need to do it every day, and we're still not sure how often we'll be here. So just keeping track of who had the last turn and who's next is all we need to do. You did say that it was up to Carol Anne and me to decide that, didn't you?"

"You bet! I won't touch that with a ten foot pole! There's no way I'm gonna get myself in a position where I could be accused of playing favourites. It's YOUR private time. You guys decide who and when. Anything else?"

Two voices answered as one.

"No, David. Kiss us."

And that was the end of that meeting. We joined in a wonderful group hug and kiss and I started to open the door. I had my hand on the knob.

"One question. Who's turn tonight?"

I thought it should be Riekie, because she hadn't had any private time, but under the all-day rule, Carol had already started the day. Riekie answered for both.

"You'll know at chore time."

I opened the door to our 'apartment' and left it open. We didn't need any more privacy from the rest of the family for awhile, and we'd sorted out a lot. Not just the issue of private time for 'couples', but something else that could have hurt us: Riekie's insecurity within our relationship. She knew now for certain that she was one of the three legs of our tripod. Like the musketeers said before us, 'One for all and all for one'."

The girls ran upstairs squealing and carrying on like a pair of ninnies to get our soiled bedclothes and wash them up. It was still only mid-afternoon so they had lots of time. Our meeting hadn't taken all that long, but it proved the value of having a place where the three of us could be by ourselves and order our lives by ourselves as a family.

I went looking for Bob and Dad and found them in the TV room. There was one of those interminable college bowl games on the tube, but it was just background noise. They were having an animated conversation on the Law of Conservation of Energy versus creation myth. I managed to pick up the thread, and joined in. It was always a favourite topic with Bob and me anyway. It was our equivalent of the mediaeval question 'How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?' We killed a couple hours easily and never reached any kind of conclusion. Typical.

From the laughter and squeals that emanated from that quarter, the women folk were having a grand time in the kitchen. I could hear the washing machine gurgling and churning and the aroma of roast turkey and sage was permeating the whole house. Life was looking pretty good. Laughter, good conversation, loving family, good friends, good food and happy, beautiful women -- what more could a man ask for?



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Chapter 36


New Years Day, 1966, was one of the happier, more contented days in my young life. Some problems in or for our marriage were identified and resolved to the best of our abilities and limited resources. The future was looking brighter all the time. We had the love, support, and even willing complicity of my whole family.

As the afternoon waned, the lively conversation in the TV room started to wind up. Satisfied we'd solved the problems of the universe, Bob, Dad and I drifted into contented silence. That is something I've always been able to do with really good friends — just sit quietly and reflect, no conversation required. From time to time one wife or the other sailed into the room with us, plunked herself in my lap with a sloppy kiss and cuddled for awhile. Prior to today, I usually got them both, but now there was much more one-on-one. Mom came in once and advised us supper would be later than she'd planned, as the turkey was taking longer than she thought. No problem now that the kids were staying over an extra night and didn't have to rush away.

Just after dark, I started getting my barn clothes on to do the chores. The girls had disappeared. I thought maybe I was going alone, but then Riekie traipsed down the stairs, dressed for chores. The girls had made their decision, and acted. Mom's old jeans she'd loaned Carol wouldn't fit over her slightly fuller hips (Mom was a lot younger when she last wore those jeans.), but she had loaned Riekie an old wool skirt and some heavy cotton stockings against the cold. One of Dad's old bomber jackets, over an old sweat shirt of mine and a beat up old winter hat with the ear flaps down, blonde curls peeping out delightfully from under it completed her ensemble except for suitable footwear. She looked absolutely adorable! We slipped on our boots before venturing into the cold, Riekie's being a pair of high insulated rubber barn boots of Val's that fit and came to just below her knees. The boots took her adorableness to a new level. She looked every inch the 'little girl' she play-acted so well.

We stepped out into the cold January evening and headed to do our chores. Almost as if we were going on our first date, rather than to perform a routine job, we joined hands rather tentatively, almost shyly, and walked to the barn holding hands. I glanced back at the house, still lit by Christmas decorations for the New Year holiday. Framed in the kitchen window were two happy, smiling faces — Carol and my mother. They waved when they saw me looking and hugged each other before moving away. I squeezed Riekie's hand and pulled her a little tighter.

Despite her earlier claim she 'wasn't into animal husbandry', Riekie was as delightful around the animals as her sister had been. She pranced around and made friends with those half-wild steers, cuddling and petting. A couple even lifted their cold wet noses for a playful kiss. One even licked her nose! She didn't go into character, but her joy and bounciness added to the 'little girl' illusion created by her clothing. She worked hard too, dishing out the grain and helping me get the bales down from the loft above and spreading the flakes in the manger. The grain barrel was getting low, so she had to lean way over and in to scoop up the grain, her skirt pulling 'way up the back of her stocking-clad thighs, showing a flash of white skin above the stocking tops and some pink pussy, unfettered by panties. With those ridiculous boots up to her knees, I found the sight really very erotic.

We finished the chores quickly, two sets of hands making less work. As was usual for me once the work was done, I sat on a spare bale and watched the cattle contentedly munching their hay and chewing their cud. I used this quiet time every day, enjoying the peace and quiet of the stable for quiet reflection. Riekie, sensing this was a special time, quietly leaned on my right shoulder, just like the day we stopped for a rest on that country lane. It was fairly warm in the stable from the combined body heat of the animals.

My hand absently strayed to her leg, gently caressing through the stocking just above her boot. She snuggled in with her arms around my neck. I looked up; she leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss.

"This is so cozy, David. Do you do this every day, just sit and watch after you feed the cows?"

"Yeah. I find it relaxing, especially if it's been a busy or hectic day. Watching the cattle chew away so contentedly helps ease away the tensions. See? They don't have a care in the world as long as they're fed, warm and dry with some clean water to drink. Wouldn't it be nice if that was all we had to worry about?"

"But then this is your own private time for yourself, and I'm intruding."

"No you're not, Princess. I enjoy sharing this time with others; contented times like this are meant for sharing. Sometimes Dad and I do the chores together and afterward just sit like this, no real conversation necessary. Bob has been here, too. It can be a private time for me, but I'm glad you're here to share it. It goes along with lying in the summer sun watching the clouds and seeing who can see what shapes; or standing arm-in-arm on a warm August night with someone special watching the dance of the Northern Lights; or cuddling in a sleigh on a cold, moonlit winter night listening to the jingle of the sleigh bells as the horse trots along, no hand on the lines because he knows where he's going, the winter Aurora flashing its brilliance overhead; or lying out on a warm, blossom scented June night gazing at the stars and seeing who can name the most constellations; or watching the little ones sleep blissfully, knowing someday you'll have some of your own.

"It's a time to feel at peace with the world, enjoying the moment, sharing it with someone special, just as we are here now, sharing a few quiet moments watching cows eat their supper."

"Oh, David! I never realized! You're a hopeless romantic with the soul of a poet. You always seem so in control and rational. I've never seen this side of you. It makes me love you even more."

"Guilty as charged. See what you've been missing?"

She leaned down and gave me a long, tender kiss. My hand continued absently caressing the back of her thigh, trailing up over her stocking top, touching the hot flesh above. Riekie shifted her feet to a more open stance as my hand trailed higher to the furnace heat of her sex. I caressed the soft, moist sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as she shifted even more to open herself to my probing. Our lips were still locked in a tender lovers' kiss. My fingers found her sex open wet and inviting. I rubbed and stroked gently as her juices flowed and she moaned gently into my mouth.

Her hands began their own exploration, soon finding what she was searching for. She gently squeezed my penis through my pants, found the old-fashioned buttons on my barn pants, and began working them loose. All the while, we maintained that gentle, prolonged kiss, my hand gently probing and stroking her hot, wet pussy. When she had my pants fully open, her hot little hand reached for and found my now throbbing penis. Gently tugging and pulling, she freed my cock from its confines, and stroked gently.

Still locked in our kiss, Riekie swung around so she straddled my hips. Sensing what she wanted, I lowered both hands and raised her skirt. Still holding me, Riekie broke the kiss and looking deep in my eyes, steered my penis to her hot, tight opening and lowered herself slowly onto it, my hands cupping the firm, warm resilient flesh of her cheeks, steadying her as she dropped. She hummed in satisfaction as we became fully joined.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! So good!"

Arms around my neck, eyes gazing lovingly into mine, she began a slow, sensual rocking of her hips, her inner muscles gently flexing and stimulating me. My hands held her globes, squeezing and massaging that lovely flesh. It was quite likely one of the most sensual ways to make love I've ever enjoyed.

Riekie smiled with love, licking her lips.

"This is what I've dreamed of. Just to be alone with you, making gentle love and looking into each others eyes, talking of romantic things and just enjoying being joined. You feel so good in me I don't ever want to stop."

Her hips continued their gentle rocking motion as we made love slowly, tenderly, exchanging the most tender kisses and just losing ourselves in the other's gaze. We were communicating, but not on any verbal level. I felt our love finally fully connecting as we shared this very private and sensual time.

Gradually, though, her hips and muscles grew faster in their motion, gripping and stimulating my penis in her heat. Her arms tightened around my neck and her eyes started to lose their focus as she approached her climax. Clutching her buttocks tightly, I felt my own climax starting to rise.

Her hips now pumping quite hard, Riekie pulled me tighter in her arms, her head over my shoulder, her lips brushing my ear. She started to convulse as her orgasm approached, and my hips thrust into her, rocking us on the bale. Suddenly, just as I felt my balls erupt in that now-familiar sweet pain of release, she arched her back, thrusting her pelvis hard forward and down on my penis, working it deeper; her inner muscles convulsed and milked and her thighs clamped on mine. She threw her head and back and uttered just one word in a loud whisper as she came in total release and I spewed squirt after squirt of thick white baby cream deep into her womb. I didn't come violently, but it was certainly a lot. Her inner muscles massaged my penis, coaxing out every drop.

"YE-E-ESS!"

We stayed joined as we kissed and nibbled at each other's lips. Her smile of total satisfaction was a wonder to behold, her hips gently pumping as she slowed from her huge, yet gentle orgasm.

"Now that's the way I really like it, slow and tender." She whispered, holding me close.

My arms cradled her gently as she savored the fullness of her orgasm, my penis slowly softening inside her. As it softened almost to the point of slipping out, she lurched her hips playfully into me and stepped off. There was a gentle slurping sound as she removed herself from my penis.

Riekie lowered to her knees, and gazing into my eyes, thoroughly cleaned my member. As it started to rise, she kissed the tip, patted it, tucked me back into my pants and whispered.

"Save some for later, My Prince, back to bed for you for now."

Rising from her knees after fastening my buttons, Riekie stepped into my arms. We held each other in a warm embrace, just looking. As I gazed into those beautiful blue eyes, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this beautiful blonde creature who wanted only to love me, whether she ever got it returned or not.

"Riekie Scott-Lloyd, my Little One, I love you so much and more! You are a delight and a treasure I almost missed. I love Carol Anne more than life itself, and then I found you, to love just as much. I'm the luckiest man in the world, to have and love two such as you. I keep talking about the halves of my soul. Surely you own the soft half, the sensual, romantic, half, for you complete me."

"David, I have loved you since I first met you, I think. Certainly since the day you told me how important friendship is to you and should be to me. My love for you is tempered and hardened by the friendship you showed and taught me that day. Every day I'm with you, every minute I'm with you, that love just grows deeper. I will always love you and will never willingly leave or forsake you. Even if something evil happens and we become separated, David, know that I will always love you. For me, you are the One. I will know no other man but you, and will hold you in my heart forever. This I swear to you by the Goddess and her creatures here are my witnesses. I am yours unconditionally, totally. If you call, I will come, though it be from the ends of the earth. This, too I swear. I swear to you right now that I WILL have your babies and I will bear your name. The Goddess and her witnesses hear me again."

Riekie loved me totally, I knew, but she'd never before made clear just what that love bound her to. Now I knew, and was humbled before her. Riekie showed a quiet inner strength and a fierce determination with those oaths before the Goddess. She certainly was a Princess of the Goddess as Mom thought.

With our winter clothing back in place, Riekie and I stepped out into a crystal clear January night. Overhead the stars were hard points of diamond in the winter sky. We stopped to let our eyes adjust, and looked upward at that inspiring view. The snow crunched beneath our boots as we strolled, arms locked around the other, Riekie's head on my shoulder. She giggled softly as we strolled in a lover's embrace toward the festive lighting of the homestead.

"I'm leaking, as usual; you filled me to overflowing."

I laughed lightly with her.

"One of these times you're going to get pregnant from one of our sessions."

"I can hardly wait."

I pulled her tighter as we approached the house. Carol met us at the door and helped us off with our coats. She took Riekie in her arms and kissed her passionately. She whispered so only Riekie and I could hear.

"You look and smell like a well-fucked woman. Was it good?"

Riekie's breathed her reply.

"Mmmm-Hmmm. It was so-o-o romantic."

Carol looked at me and smiled like she just won the lottery, then she gave me a huge hug and a very passionate kiss too. As we separated from the kiss, she whispered in my ear.

"I love you, David. Thank you for loving my sister-wife so well and so much."

Riekie and I went to our room to change out of our barn clothes. We undressed each other slowly and sensuously. I found her beautiful pink-tipped breasts, and gently sucked each nipple until it was erect. Her beautiful blonde pussy was a mess. We slipped into our robes and darted to the bathroom. We didn't have time for a bath, a sponge bath would do. I soaped up the washcloth and cleaned her gently, eliciting several small gasps and a small orgasm. Declaring her clean, I planted a long, sucking kiss on her luscious blonde sex. She bucked her hips, holding my face in tight as she had another orgasm, her fluids running freely again. I licked her clean again, tasting some of myself. After cleaning up we returned to our room and dressed quickly for supper.

We rejoined the family at the kitchen table for the evening meal. Mom's turkey dinner was absolutely delicious and I ate until I was stuffed. When the meal was finished, we stayed at table for quite a little while visiting and joking, having a wonderful time in our fellowship.

After everyone left the table at last, the women folk made short work of the dishes amidst lots of giggling and squealing. I found my way into the big living room, picked up one of the books I'd been reading, and settled onto the couch. Carol came in and pulled me up into a warm embrace. She kissed me tenderly and said.

"David Lloyd, I love you more every day. I'm going to do some things with Val for the evening — I'm bunking with her tonight; if you guys need me for anything, you'll know where I am. This is Riekie's time. I'll see you at bedtime for my kiss. I made your bed already so it's fresh and clean for you and Riekie."

"Carol Anne Scott-Lloyd, my first true Love, I love you like no other. You're a marvel and a wonder! I'll certainly see you later, count on it."

Carol was just leaving when she met Riekie coming in. They stopped and held each others hands, just looking deep into the other's eyes then stepped into a warm hug and tender kiss that was a joy to watch. Carol moved off to find Val and Riekie joined me on the couch. As she cuddled in close, she gave me a sweet kiss, sighed in contentment, and pulled my arm around her. We sat quietly for awhile then I asked her.

"Are you enjoying your private time? You're awful quiet."

"Mmm-hmm! I'm just getting off on being alone with you and not having to talk; it's good enough just to be here. If I have something to say, I will."

We cuddled and just sat, listening to the other breathe. At some point, she broke the silence with a question that turned into a conversation. We talked and laughed and joked and kissed until bedtime, the time simply flying by.

We learned a lot about each other, things we didn't know or only suspected. She was fascinated by how Dad became my dad and adopted Val and me and how we used the Lloyd name for a few years before the legal details were complete. I even showed her both my birth certificates — the original we needed for the adoption and the new one after. She never tired of hearing how much I respected and admired him. I could see her already high regard for Dad growing as we talked.

I found out more about her, how she'd wanted to be a doctor for as long as she could remember. How she resented Bob Sr. and couldn't wait to fly from his overly restrictive nest, how she felt he favoured the other kids and basically ignored her, despite her brilliance in school and her high career aspirations. I found out she was almost as good an artist as Carol and had briefly toyed with the idea of art school too. How she was always afraid of her weight and worked out constantly using isometrics to keep her muscles firm and taut, which explained for me her extraordinary control of her vaginal muscles.

We'd left the door open, not needing total privacy, but the whole family had respected it anyway, and left us to ourselves. The only contact we had with them that whole evening was when one of us went out to use the powder room or get a drink. At bedtime, Carol came in, knocking first before entering. She closed the door behind her, indicating she wanted total privacy. She seemed a little embarrassed and shy. I saw it and asked bluntly.

"Carol Anne Scott-Lloyd, what's wrong? Why are you acting so shy with us?"

"Well, I am a little embarrassed, but not over anything I might see or hear from you two. It's-It's just that I've... got a little situation... and I don't know how to handle it."

Riekie and I exchanged amazed looks. Our Carol Anne was in a situation -- here? Riekie took the initiative, something she seemed to be doing a lot more of.

"What in the world kind of situation could you possibly get yourself into here?"

"We-ell, you know I'm bunking with Val tonight, right?"

"Yeah... so?"

"Well Val has been asking some questions, personal questions about you and me, Riekie."

A light was starting to go on for me, but I let Riekie continue to handle it.

"Well I hope you told her the truth. We have nothing to hide, especially from David's family. What sort of personal questions, anyway?"

"It started out with us talking about how much in love the three of us are, then it kinda went to talking about just you and me. Somehow, she ended up asking how you and I make love with-without David."

"I tried to explain that we do it like David does us with his hands and mouth, but she didn't seem to get it. She-she wants me to show her. I'm so embarrassed! If I did that with her, I'd feel like I was cheating on you guys. I didn't want to hurt her, she's so sweet, but I don't know what to do. But I'm horny, and it might help me too. I just don't want to fuck anything up with us. I told her I had to talk to you guys first. Help me guys! I'm in over my head!"

Carol seemed close to tears, and for her to use course language showed how worried she was. Riekie and I pulled her onto the couch between us and held her, calming her. I let Riekie carry the ball still, she was doing a great job and it seemed like one perfectly suited for an older sister.

"So Val is curious and wants to experiment a little, eh? What do you think, David? Would it be OK if Carol Anne showed Val some girl-on-girl techniques? I don't think it will hurt anything amongst us. I'm more concerned that Val might fall in love with Carol Anne and get hurt. Carol Anne learned your methods VERY well, ands she's really good. She could really show Val a good time as long as Val remembers it's just for fun and to learn."

Carol actually blushed when Riekie told me how good she was at pleasuring another woman. I'd already formed my opinion even before the question was put to me.

"Carol Anne, do you recall teaching Riekie a few things before she married us? Was that cheating? I don't see any difference between what you did then and what Val wants you to do now. Like Riekie, the only thing I'm concerned about is Val's emotional state afterward. A mild crush is acceptable, but if she falls in love with you, then we have a problem. So with that advice and caution, go ahead. Otherwise, bunk with Heather and avoid the issue."

Carol gave us both a big hug and a passionate kiss.

"You guys are so good to me! Can't bunk with Heather! Bob's already got the other twin bed. He said he wanted farther down the hall from all the noise. Mom and Dad said it was OK. I think I can handle Val's emotions by being a little clinical, so she knows it's really a demonstration. It might work out OK, too. Next week is my turn to be with you David, and Riekie will be able to show Val how good she is, too."

Next week? I hadn't heard about that yet! Mom certainly moved fast. She kissed us both again, telling us how much she loved us, wished us good night and happily ran from the room, looking for Val. When she opened the door, Val was standing in the hall looking nervous and embarrassed. Carol took her by the hand and led her toward the stairs. "C'mon! Let's have some fun!"

Riekie and I rose from the couch, laughing, and arm-in-arm we headed for our own bed. By the time we got upstairs, everyone else had already used the bathroom. Soft moans were coming from Val's room already. Riekie grabbed a small bag from her larger overnight bag and headed for the main bathroom. When I tried to follow, she pointed downstairs and told me to use the powder room; she'd meet me in our room. She acted just a little mysterious.

It didn't take me long to get ready for bed. How long does it take to pee, brush your teeth and have a quick wash anyway? I hurried back to our room to find the light off, some more pleasantly scented candles burning, and the covers turned back, but no Riekie. Oh well! Women do take longer! I climbed into bed and waited. Shortly, the door opened, and Riekie entered.

What a sight! In the soft, romantic light of the candles, she was a vision of beauty! She wore a little nightie that showed off every delectable curve. It wasn't transparent, but the thin material was certainly translucent. The outline of her luscious body was clearly visible. The hemline came to mid-thigh, showing lots of bare flesh and the top was cut low, revealing the curve of her delightful teen boobies. Her nipples made obvious dents in the fabric.

Riekie saw the almost instant tent I made in the bedclothes and smiled. Pirouetting so the hem flared and gave me teasing glimpses of shapely cheeks and blonde curls, she inquired sweetly.

"You like?"

"What's not to like? You are simply beautiful! Edible!" I threw back the covers on her side of the bed, noting that some thoughtful soul had placed a large, thick bath towel for her already, and held out my arms. "Come to me my Princess."

Riekie moved to the bed and slid under the covers, cuddling into my side my arm holding her to me. Our lips met in a soft warm kiss. Her fingers played on my chest. As our lips parted from the kiss, she whispered.

"Can we just cuddle for awhile? I don't want to rush. Can Sweet Prince be patient with me?"

"Sure. We have all night. I've had a fantasy of just holding you and cuddling, feeling your warmth against me."

She snuggled up even closer, her fingers playing in my sparse chest hair, doing wonderful sensual things to my body. I held her close and nibbled on her ear. We exchanged sweet endearments and kissed sweetly. Our love was a warm fuzzy companion in the bed with us.

Despite our agreement to just lie and cuddle, our kisses got more intense and demanding and my hand found its way to her firm breast. I squeezed and played with her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightie, feeling it harden to my touch. Her hand wandered more on my body, sending chills of delight through me. I dropped my hand lower and caressed her thigh. Bringing it higher, I slid it under her gown and found a succulent breast. I squeezed again and played her nipple some more. She arched her back, forcing my hand into firmer contact. I raised the nightie completely, exposing those wonderful orbs of flesh to view. I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue.

Riekie's breathing got faster, her hips began a gentle humping against my leg, the heat from her mons almost scalding. I raised the nightie more and she helped me remove it completely. I kissed and sucked her boobies as my hand wandered to her pussy. She was hot and soaking as my finger found its way into her tight little opening. I felt her inner lips open as she spread her legs completely for me. I rose, still sucking a nipple, shockwaves coursing through her body. I released her nipple and my mouth started a slow, teasing journey down her body, ending at her gorgeous blonde pubes. I buried my face and smelled deeply of woman, My Woman, the scent fully intoxicating in its richness and sweetness. I dipped lower and licked her full length. Her whole body shook and convulsed. I drove my tongue as far into her as it would go, my nose rubbing that hard little nubbin. I ate and sucked and chewed. Her hands flew to my head, pulling me closer. Her hips bucked and jerked through three massive orgasms, grunting and gasping in release and she never screamed! Riekie finally relaxed back onto the bed as I eased my sucking and chewing on her pussy, lapping up her copious spend.

I crawled back up beside her and held her in my arms. She cooed and stroked my hair, eyes looking lovingly in mine.

"That was wonderful, David! You know just how to do me best. I feel all warm and tingly."

She reached down to my penis, stroking it to full erection.

"Will you make love to me now? Nice and slow and gentle? I want to feel every inch as you put it in me, so go as slow as you can."

I kissed her tenderly as I moved between her thighs and lined myself up with her opening. I entered her as slowly as I possibly could, letting both of us feel the exquisite pleasure of penetration. Riekie's pussy, for all the use it had last night and this afternoon was still almost virgin tight and so hot! Her internal muscles massaged and squeezed as I slid in to full depth. We looked deeply into each others eyes as I slowly stroked into her. As I bottomed into her cervix and our hair mingled, she softly voiced her pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmm. Feels so good and so-o-o fu-u-ull."

I backed out all the way and slowly re-entered her tight snatch, her muscles again exacting a toll of extreme pleasure on me, her hips rising to meet my downward thrust. The feelings were indescribably delicious. Again she spoke her delight.

"Ooooohhh. So-o-o-o-o goo-oo-ood."

I withdrew fully and then thrust in slowly several more times, letting her feel the full length of my penis as it slithered in and out of her clasping, pulsing sex, her hips rising to meet me each time. And each time she moaned her delight.

"Ooooooooooooooooo. Sooooooooooo Goooooood."

Each long thrust got more reaction from her. Riekie's hips started to buck back a little harder. Her moans and groans got more insistent. We picked up speed and force, my cock backing and filling, working her pussy like a steam locomotive gradually building to full driving speed. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and pulsed rhythmically in time with my strokes, her arms wrapped tightly around my back and hips, pulling me deeper into her. Her knees were drawn up, feet planted firmly on the mattress, enabling her to push her pelvis back at me. Her grunts and groans of encouragement grew louder, more insistent.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Deeper! Uh! Uh! Oh Yes!"

Soon we were rutting hard and fast, her hips meeting my every thrust, her muscles squeezing and milking. I felt the rush as my balls started to erupt and her body tensing for its own massive spasm. I pumped more furiously, her body matching mine perfectly. At last I thrust and held one last long deep push and held it deep in her as I felt the blinding sweet pain of release, the surge of semen as it erupted from my balls, spewing through my penis and splashing deep into her womb, squirt after squirt after squirt. It felt like I came a couple quarts (Imperial). At the same time her hips lunged upward against mine and held, her body wracked by a series of massive convulsions as she came hard under me, her fluids squirting hotly against my genitals, grunting and calling my name.

"UH! UH! UH! UH! Uh! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! DAVID! DAVID! OOOOOOOOoooooooo"!

We relaxed and slowly regained our senses and breathing. I rolled to my side, carrying Riekie with me, still joined, our hips slowly, gently pumping still. Riekie locked her lips on mine and sucked the soul right out of me. The total love in that kiss was almost orgasmic in itself. My penis stayed semi erect inside her as we cuddled and kissed. Riekie was ecstatic.

"Oh David. I love you so much! You make me feel so-o-o-o wonderful! You fill me up so much! I felt every drop of his Precious Stuff squirt inside me! It's so warm and, and, and..." She ran out of words to describe the pleasure she felt.

I kissed her tenderly again. "It's just your wonderful body and love drawing it out of me. When I love you, it's so special I just have to make it good for you. I feel all wrapped in a cocoon of love when I'm inside you. I love you, Riekie Scott-Lloyd."

She giggled, her muscles doing marvelous things to my semi-turgid member still buried in that wonderful place. "What's with the Riekie Scott-Lloyd? Carol Anne used it first today, and you've been calling me that all day. I love the sound of it, especially the way you say it, but why?"

"As soon as I heard Carol Anne say it today, I knew we'd found what I've been looking to give you — your own special name that expresses my, our, love the same as you and Carol Anne call me David and you and I call her Carol Anne. I've been looking for your special name since we married you, and today, out of the blue, as soon as Carol Anne said it I KNEW that was it. Oh, I have my other pet names for you, two in particular, 'Princess' and 'Little One', but they, while letting you know you're very special, don't quite meet the standard of a 'Carol Anne' or a 'David'. Am I making any sense?"

As she answered, Riekie gently worked her hips and muscles on my member, reviving it, but not rushing things.

"I remember the day of the phone sex when I listened in and was so impressed with the significance you two put on names. Now I understand. I really do love the sound of it, it has a ring to it that makes me very happy, and when you say it, it has that same warm and fuzzy tone you use when you use Carol Anne's name. But why append your name to mine?"

"Because you're my wife, because your love for me is so unconditional, because you swore to the Goddess you would wear my name, because I love you and sharing my name with you helps show that, because you know I'm proud of that name and why. All of those reasons and more."

"David, that is just so-o-o sweet! Why don't you give it o Carol Anne, too?"

"I did. She just didn't react to it yet, just like you didn't when she first used it with you this morning."

Her hips moved a little more aggressively, my erection firmed up, looking for some action.

"Oh! I reacted all right! My heart actually skipped a beat, and I bet hers did too! For me, and Carol Anne's not that much different from me, it was the final and most convincing sign of commitment to me from both of you. When I heard that, I KNEW I didn't need to worry about junior member status ever again. Now will you stop talking and love me one more time? Sweet Prince is all woke up and Sweet Pussy is really itchy. She needs a really deep scratching."

I took that as my cue that she wanted a good hard fuck, and obliged her. Rolling her over, I pounded and rutted her hard and fast. She pounded and rutted back just as hard and fast. Soon we hit that peak and jumped off together. I filled her with what felt like another two quarts (Imperial) of thick white baby batter as she convulsed and bucked in a chain reaction of massive multiple orgasms beneath me.It seemed each time I squirted a huge gob into her, she came hard and wet. I squirted four or five big dollops of my baby juice into her, and on each, her body leaped and jumped against me, and on each one she yelled.

"OH! OH! DAVIID!... OH! OH! DAVIIIIID!"

It was an impressive and mind-blowing end to a short, fantastic rut. I collapsed on top of her and rolled off, my quickly shriveling penis falling out of her with a wet 'Plop.' As I rolled to my back, Riekie regained some of her senses. She pulled her towel up around her and promptly went to work on cleaning my flaccid penis, whispering endearments to Sweet Prince from Sweet Pussy. She looked a little silly with that towel wrapped around her hips, reminding me of a snake charmer as she worked on my penis with her mouth. When she was satisfied I was clean, she patted my penis tenderly, kissed the tip gently and told it. "Sleep, now my Sweet Prince." She lay back down beside me, spreading her towel out flat again, revealing her feminine charms once more. She cuddled in close as I took her in my arms. She kissed me sweetly, and briefly in character, the little girl told me seriously.

"Swe-et Prince fil-led Swe-et Pus-sy all up! Yup he did! Uh-huh! He made a aw-ful mess in her a-gain, too! Uh-huh!"

I broke up! This sweet, wonderful, delectable, beautiful blonde creature of the gods was just too much! I laughed until tears ran down my face. I just had to get even. I attacked her as the tickle monster. I tickled her mercilessly and she giggled and squealed like a kid, thrashing and writhing, making quit a din. Gradually we subsided into kisses and petting and back to cuddling.

We started talking again and talked quietly for a couple hours or more about almost everything under the sun and a few things above. Turns out she was a Sci-Fi nut too, unusual in a girl for that time. Like me, she was into silly humour and practical jokes. I learned she was not the dependent personality she appeared. She was actually very strong and determined. As we talked, we fell deeper in love, the private time fulfilling its promise, and I discovered that she might just be my perfect woman, intelligent, witty, horny and very loving. We eventually ran down and fell asleep in each others arms.



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Chapter 37


I woke sometime later to pressure, heat and wetness on my groin. I looked, and in the light of the failing candles, saw and felt Riekie riding me gently. She had managed to get me hard and mount me without waking me until she actually started to ride. She was a vision of teenage passion as she rode, her hips gently rocking like she did earlier at the barn. Her beautiful boobies, so firm they hardly bounced, with there luscious pink tips mesmerized me.

I reached and took two handfuls of succulent female flesh, playing with her nipples, squeezing and tweaking as she rode, her internal muscles milking my cock. My attention to her nipples sent shockwaves through her whole body and her pace picked up. Soon she was bucking like a wild thing, causing the most wonderful sensations in my penis. Too soon, we both erupted in orgasm, me squirting at least another quart (Imperial) into her spasmodic pussy, and her collapsing onto my chest, her hips convulsing, milking out every last drop. As she fell onto me, her lips locked to mine and her scream of release was swallowed in a long, lingering kiss. We broke from the kiss gently; Riekie sighed in contentment and fell asleep on top of me. I lay there holding her, listening to her easy breathing until her weight on my chest made it difficult for me to breathe. I rolled over gently, carrying her with me, still joined. As we settled onto our sides, she pulled her hips tighter into me, keeping us firmly connected, nuzzled her face into me, and murmured. "I love you." As she settled comfortably back asleep. I lay there marveling at her until I too drifted off.

It was well past daylight when I woke again to the sounds of people moving about, as the daily routine of a household started again. Riekie was still pulled up tight against me, sound asleep, her beautiful face even more beautiful as she slept in the early morning light. My penis, still buried deep in her from the night before, was fully erect with my normal morning woody. My bladder was not overly full, and I lay there just enjoying the feeling of her warm pussy surrounding me and the joy of waking up to such a wonderful creature. Even in sleep, her internal muscles worked and pulsed, like an infant sucking the nipple in their sleep.

As I watched her sleep, she woke with an impish smile and moved her hips suggestively. She had another character going when she spoke, that under-sexed, fat, uptight church lady we all know. The voice was a perfect caricature.

"Oh! You dirty old man! You have that-that thing stuck up inside me again! Whatever am I going to do with you? You just know you're going to move it all around in there and make it spit all that gooey stuff and make just a horrible mess, now don't you? I think you're some kind of pervert, sticking that thing in a young girl and making it squirt all that sticky baby making goop up inside her innocent young body and making a mess! You probably think it's funny to shoot that icky stuff until it leaks out and makes my pretty curls all yucky! Why! I bet you even want to put a BABY in me, you, you awful man, you!"

"Uh, the thought had occurred to me Ma'am, but if it's going to cause that much trouble, I suppose I could take it out."

"Don't you dare, young man! If you do, you'll probably make me put that awful thing in my mouth and squirt all that stuff down my throat! If you must shoot it off, right where it is will be best."

"Whatever you think is best, Ma'am. I'm just here to please. I wouldn't want you mad at me for squirting down your pretty throat."

"Well, at least you have some manners! Now why don't you start moving that, that thing and see if you can make a baby?"

I rolled her onto her back and started to move my hips.

"Always glad to oblige, Ma'am."

Riekie dropped out of character as I started to fuck in earnest.

"David, I just LOVE waking up with you inside me like that! It feels so delicious. Now FUCK ME, Sunshine!"

I fucked her. I fucked her hard. I fucked her fast. She fucked me. She fucked me hard. She fucked me fast. We rutted and thrashed and rutted some more. My cock pounded in and out of her pussy like the drive piston of a great steam locomotive. Her pussy milked my cock. Our hips bucked and gyrated. We rode a runaway train down the mountain. We felt the end coming together. The train jumped the tracks in a wild, glorious, noisy, screaming wreck as I unloaded what felt like a whole gallon of sticky, gooey, icky baby making goop into her welcoming, convulsing womb. She screamed and she howled!

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo!!"

I think she did it just to let everyone know we were awake.

Downstairs, I heard Clyde return the howl and the sound of breaking glassware. Somebody pounded on our door. Heather's young voice called out.

"You all right in there?"

"Yeah, we're fine!"

"What happened? I heard the most awful scream!"

"Train wreck!"

Riekie, beneath me, reached up for a kiss, and then she started to giggle. I started to laugh too. Still joined by a piss hard-on, we rolled on the bed laughing. We laughed so hard we rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a massive thump, and ended up in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor, still laughing. I guess we had a real wreck after all.

Hey! If sex ain't fun, why do it?

Still giggling, we picked ourselves off the floor. My penis waved around in the breeze, looking for a place to piss. Riekie was a wonderful mess, her pussy leaking white goo with a mixture of both our juices running down her thighs, her lovely golden pubes matted just as she said. She looked and smelled like one very well fucked woman. We found our robes, grabbed our towels and headed for the shower, still grinning and chuckling like fools. No bath today, a shower.

Once in the bathroom, Riekie held and steered while I peed. More used to the female touch on my organ, I was able to relieve myself and drain my bladder fairly easily, the erection once again following the urine down the drain.

I started the shower while Riekie relieved herself. She soon joined me in the shower and we made sure we both got exceedingly clean. She even woke Sweet Prince up with her very talented mouth and hands and had him rod out Sweet Pussy, claiming she was all yucky inside and needed a fresh meal of his Precious Stuff. She screamed again as this task was accomplished. Of course, we had to wash off the overflow. Sweet Prince always fed Sweet Pussy more than she could eat. It was a very good shower.

We brushed our teeth at the sink and had a fun pushing match with a lot of tickling to see who could get to the sink first. Our morning ablutions finished, I chased her, squealing, back to our room, where we got dressed with more tickling and horseplay, and then we joined the family for breakfast. Everyone was already at table. When we entered the room, the whole place broke up in laughter. When we settled down, Mom gave us both a big hug. Carol Anne, looking a little satisfied herself from her night with Val, hugged Riekie and very obviously took a good sniff. She kissed her sister passionately and declared.

"Riekie Scott-Lloyd, you look, smell, and from the screams I just heard, sound like a well-fucked woman. Did you leave any for me?"

Riekie was ready for her, and very pointedly used the new full name.

"Carol Anne Scott-Lloyd, there's always lots for you and me both, but if you want some, you'll have to prime the pump yourself!"

I saw Carol sort of melt at the use of her name -- Riekie was right. Mom looked very interested at hearing the name change for both of them, sensing another new dimension in our relationship. Dad missed the name thing, choking on his coffee over their open ribaldry. While Dad regained his composure and breathing, I got a coffee for us, and had a look at Val, curious as to how her night had been. She looked refreshed and happy, with that satisfied glow only good sex can give a woman. Carol had been good to her indeed, and from the look of that young lady, Val had been able to give good measure in return.

The rest of the day passed quickly, too quickly. I spent most of it with my wives. They both got dressed up and helped me with the chores. We spent some quality time together, just the three of us, and became even more comfortable in our relationship. Bob and I were able to spend some time together, but he said this weekend was for the girls and me, so he wasn't going to intrude. He and Dad had become fast friends and they spent a great deal of time together, talking and puttering in Dad's shop.

Too soon, it was time for Dad and me to drive Bob and my wives home. 1966 was now officially under way.

The first half of the year passed quickly. We had tons of schoolwork and our clubs. Cadets occupied more and more of my time. I got a part time job in a local store working evenings during the week. It wasn't a lot of money, but I was able to pay off my debt to my jeweler friend, and was even able to save a little.

Mom was true to her word. Even as early as the day we suggested she use 'work' weekends for the girls as a ruse, she made the arrangements with Dolly, setting up those weekends for them. The first one was actually the next one after New Year's, just as the girls had said. Carol and Riekie became fixtures at the farm almost every weekend for the rest of the winter and through the spring. Mom even had them out when I had weekend exercises with the Cadets. They came home on the bus with Val and me directly from school on Friday and several times stayed over Sunday night as well, catching the school bus with us on Monday.

Dolly never complained, although Bob Sr. did on the few weekends he was home himself, saying they were never home when he was. After a quiet period in the fall and early winter, his work sent him on extended business trips again, and he was home hardly any weekends for several months. Whenever he complained, the girls would cancel or have us take them home.

If their periods fell over a weekend, the girls would at first beg off until Mom told them as married women, they couldn't hide from their husband just because they were on their period. She told me, too, that just because they were 'indisposed' for a few days didn't mean I should avoid them either. They were a little embarrassed the first time we went to bed with them wearing panties, but we soon adapted. Those nights were some of the best we had for just talking, joking, and being together, especially if it was one of their 'private' nights. I got a few excellent blow jobs, too.

As promised, Mom made them work, painting and wallpapering. It sounds easy at first glance, but several layers of old wallpaper had to be removed and the old plaster walls 'sized' before the new could be applied, so each room took more then a day just to prepare. Some rooms took two or three days, so there was always lots of actual work for them. The girls brought some old clothes from home to work in, but tended to appropriate old shirts and sweaters of mine because they said 'we can smell you on them, David'. Their favourites were a couple faded old football jerseys that reached their knees like oversize dresses and they often wore only those sweaters while they worked. By coincidence my number was '69', and they both giggled hilariously when they first found them in my closet. They usually left their work clothes at our place, but those jerseys were packed and taken home every weekend.

Because Mom did one room at a time, we moved our bed into the big rooms, allowing the rest of the family to play musical rooms upstairs. My (our) room was completed first, then as another was being done, its occupant was moved to our room temporarily. In this way, the big rooms truly became our 'apartment' and a private space that the whole family respected. Because it was our space, we were expected to look after keeping it clean and tidy. Those girls kept it immaculate. A single speck of dust was considered a personal insult, and woe betide the farm boy (me) who forgot to take his outside footwear off before walking on their gleaming floors. It is severe punishment indeed when two of the horniest and sexiest creatures in the world withhold their favours but still tease with them because you tracked a little mud on their floor. It happened once, and only once -- I'm not stupid.

Friday nights, and the Sunday nights they stayed, were for the three of us, and usually found us with Val at 'our' kitchen table doing homework. Mom and Dad insisted we get our schoolwork done before there was any fooling around, or even work. A few weekends, Mom's work projects were put on hold or curtailed just so one or all of us could complete an assignment.

Saturday nights became Riekie and Carol's individual private times with me. They set up the rotation, and I never interfered with it. Their schedule started at chore time and ended Sunday at breakfast, and, once Mom stepped in about their periods, regardless of that as well. The system worked amazingly well. I got to know each of my wives much better personally and they, me.

As I mentioned earlier, during my first private time with Riekie at New Year's, I discovered she 'might just be my perfect woman, intelligent, witty, horny and very loving'. I had the frightening thought when I initially made that discovery, that it could pose a problem, because from the beginning, I'd felt that way about Carol. I was scared my loyalties and love for Carol were diminishing in favour of Riekie. I firmly disabused myself of that notion on Carol's first private time the very next weekend.

During Carol's first private time and subsequent ones, I reaffirmed my belief that she was also close to being, if not completely, my perfect woman. Although I thought I already knew her, these times revealed aspects of Carol I sometimes only suspected. I found she had many of the same characteristics as her sister, and was far more romantic than she often let on. I should have known, when I remembered the times she'd come off with something poetic or the day we lay just watching the clouds float by. While she wasn't the Sci-Fi nut we were, like Riekie and I, she loved to read, and her reading selections revealed a deeper intelligence than her marks at school would indicate. She enjoyed the same silly off-the-wall humour (read Monty Python) and practical jokes we did, and revealed many other traits that balanced almost perfectly against my own. Where Riekie preferred her sex to be gentle and enjoyed it hot and furious only occasionally, Carol's preferences were the reverse. Being a guy, I guess, as long as I was getting it, I liked it either way, so they complemented each other very well.

The girls' sense of fun and off-beat humour was a source of delight to the whole family. Riekie's repertoire of characters was impressive, but the two most common were the 'little girl', outrageous in her innocence, and the 'temperance lady' as she became known. Carol didn't have these 'multiple personalities', but followed Riekie's lead and was a perfect second banana. They both did a wide variety of cartoon characters, favouring the Mel Blanc Warner Brothers voices. Their Chip and Dale routine was hilarious.

As an aside, Bob was no slouch in the humour department either. He had Abbot and Costello's 'Who's On First?' routine down pat. Bill Cosby was just making his mark in those days, and Bob knew all the 'Buck-buck' routines as well. His Yosemite Sam was funnier than the original.

The main generalities that I learned from each of the girl's private times was that I loved them both completely, without reserve and that both were close to being, if not completely, my ideal woman. They were alike in very many ways, but different enough to be true individuals that I truly enjoyed being with at all levels. I worshiped the ground they walked on, and if I had a favourite, it lasted only for the period of their individual private time. Like Dad when he focused on the person he was conversing with, while I was with just one, she was the most important person in the world at that moment.

How we didn't get pregnant during that period is still a source of amazement because we made love every opportunity we got. Both wives were insatiable, and it seemed I was too. The family even became able to sleep through some very noisy sessions. For reasons known only to the Power that guided our lives, Carol and Riekie's most fertile times just didn't coincide with our weekends.

As we spent more time with each other, more and more we found ourselves thinking the same things at the same time, and speaking as one. It was not unusual after a while to hear all three of us answer the same question in the same words simultaneously. The rest of the family were somewhat unnerved by this at times.

Bob came and went as he pleased. Some weekends he stayed over the whole time. Others, he would stay just one night. Sometimes, he would only be there for the day. He really enjoyed being with Dad, and many times he came out specifically to visit him. I suspected for a long time that my dad was more of a father figure to Bob than his own. Whenever possible, Bob and I spent as much time together as we could, too. It wasn't all that difficult, with the girls occupied during the day with Mom's redecorating project, although we often got dragooned into the heavy lifting or steaming off old wallpaper.

Val and the girls became very close, and often referred to each other as sisters as opposed to just friends. Carol and Riekie were truly like older sisters with her, and helped her through some traumatic teenage times. Heather was very much the little sister to my wives, and to this day, refers to her sisters Carol Anne and Riekie. She was traumatized when the bad times came, but never stopped loving them.

Later that January, both Carol and I tried for our full driver's licenses. I passed the driving test easily, but Carol hadn't had enough time behind the wheel, and didn't make it first time. She rescheduled for March. Riekie and I took her out driving every chance we got, sometimes cutting into their private time on Saturday evening just to get her some wheel time. Sometimes we had their wagon, others we used my parents' car, and occasionally we even used Dad's old pickup. Teaching Carol to drive a three speed standard was something else. She had no idea what a clutch was, and had a hard time learning to control it. Riekie learned to drive a standard in that old truck, too. The next time she tried her driving test, Carol passed with flying colours. Riekie and I were pretty good instructors after all.

We almost missed Carol's 17th birthday in March because of a late-season snow storm. I managed to get into town and fetch the girls to the house for the weekend, but most of the guests couldn't make it. It turned out to be a small party with a big cake. I gave her a bracelet to match her locket. She adored it and as it was her private time weekend, she showed her appreciation again and again and again. I figured if I ever got that kind of thank you again, I'd probably be walking bow-legged for a week.

Easter weekend, all three of the kids were at the farm, but Bob Sr., who was home that weekend, insisted they attend mass every day. They didn't want to go, but to keep peace with him, they went. As a show of support, my whole family went with them. The look on Bob Sr.'s face when he saw the whole Lloyd clan at mass was priceless.

Mom and Dolly became very good friends, first over the phone from arranging the girls' weekends, and then in person. Dolly often came to the house to have lunch with Mom while the boys were at school, and Mom was often there visiting Dolly. Dolly even brought the little guys out for day visits to the farm on weekends Bob Sr. was away. If she suspected anything about the girls' status at my house, she never said or let on, even when Heather referred to her new sisters. Dolly was always a welcome visitor to our home, and always phoned before she came out, thus allowing the girls and me to get decent if we weren't. Bob Sr. never darkened our door, and after his rude refusal of the Christmas invitation was never invited again. If he had shown up with Dolly on one of her visits, he would have been made welcome, but he never did.

Winter rolled into spring and spring into early summer. Our lives were as complete and happy as they could be. My wives and I were becoming closer as a family and as lovers. We were learning about life, and especially married life, with all its joys, pitfalls and responsibilities. Mom and Dad had always taught Val and me to be responsible people, and also taught us valuable parenting and other life skills. Now, they included my wives in those ongoing lessons.

One of the most rewarding things my parents did for us was to include us in their routine decision making regarding the running of the farm and even to some extent, their financial dealings. Whenever a question arose, they would gather us to them, and pose the problem to us to see what we might come up with. If our proposed solution was unworkable, they would go through it with us and patiently show why it was unworkable, and have us try it again. If our solution was not only workable, but better than theirs, they would use it and give us full recognition for it. The skills and knowledge we gained during that wonderful six month period were invaluable, and I still use them to this day.

Riekie's 18th birthday in May fell on a weekday, and when Mom asked me whether to celebrate it the weekend before or after I picked the one after, which was also her private time. We had a small party, and another big cake. The same as Carol, I got her a bracelet to match her locket. She loved it and then loved me almost to unconsciousness. I didn't walk bowlegged for a whole week, but damn close.

As spring turned into summer, my involvement with Cadets intensified. Earlier in the year, I got a chance to attend Cadet Leader Instructor Summer Camp, and applied. CLI was the advanced course, usually reserved for cadets who had attended basic camp the year before. Because our Corps was new, I hadn't been able to apply the previous year, and would have missed out on My Girls if I had. Our Corps, being new, had incorporated most of the training I would have received at basic, so the CO thought I had an excellent chance of being accepted to CLI. He was right — my acceptance notification came in the mail in early June, almost exactly a year after I first met Carol. I would leave for campJuly first, Canada Day, or Dominion Day as it would still be known for another year.

My dad and I were overjoyed at the news. It was considered a large feather in my cap towards acceptance at RMC, and opened the door for more advanced courses yet, including the prized Caribbean exchange. While neither course was a defined requisite for acceptance to RMC, good course reports from them certainly moved you closer to the top of the list for consideration. It was not unheard of for a prospective candidate with excellent academic standing to be refused entry to RMC because of a poor course report or the dreaded 'DNE' (Do Not Employ) stamped large on the document.

My mom was actually less than thrilled, which surprised me no end. She actually didn't want me to go. She said my course reports and CO's evaluation from the home Corps should be good enough along with my marks. Feeling this was not all, when I pressed, all she would say was, "I have a bad feeling about it." And could or would say no more.

My wives' reaction was even less positive, and led to our first true argument. Like Mom, though, they couldn't provide me with a firm reason as to why they felt I shouldn't go; like her, they simply said they had 'a bad feeling about it' that scared them and could or would say no more. I was most surprised at Riekie's reaction. Always the overachiever and looking to pad her resume for acceptance to med school, I thought she would understand my reasoning better than anyone, including Dad. She held firm to her 'bad feeling' assertion and wouldn't be budged. Carol was almost hysterical with her fear, and couldn't be reasoned with at all.

Mom and the girls finally bowed to my decision to go, and grudgingly gave up trying to dissuade me. The acrimony this had engendered so scared us we quickly buried all the hatchets and made up after the three of us collapsed into each others arms bawling our eyes out.

I wish now I'd listened to them.

Except for this bump in our road, everything else went well. Riekie and I did very well on our final exams, and Carol managed to keep her grades fairly high as well. I continued my roll and passed with honours, even winning the Science prize for Grade 11. Riekie made out like a bandit, she not only passed with honours, but received an Ontario Scholar bursary (minimum average of ninety per cent), plus other local scholarships and awards for the highest academic standing in her class and was named Valedictorian for her graduating class, the first female in the history of the school to do so. Carol didn't make the Honour Society, but did win the Art Prize.

Our school year finishing on such high notes, we looked forward to the summer.



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Chapter 38


The Spring Prom-cum-Graduation Dance was coming up mid-June. Proms were just becoming popular in Canada at that time and had yet to attain the 'coming of age' significance it held in the States. The big formal dance on our school schedule in those days was 'Commencement', held in the fall. It was the dance after the formal ceremony to mark the beginning of a new school year (hence the name), and to recognize the previous year's graduates and achievers. Still, for my wives and me, it was the perfect opportunity to let the school community know about us, not necessarily our marital status, but at least to show we were a three-part item. We had decided weeks before to attend, and to show how important they considered it, they made me formally ask them to be my dates for the Prom. Actually, they decided they would like to attend when it first appeared on the school calendar which I hardly ever read, and through my mother let it be known they would give serious consideration to a request from me to be my dates.

Like all teenage girls attending their first formal, Carol and Riekie were deeply excited and went completely bonkers with their preparations. Val, an accomplished seamstress even at her age, thanks to 4-H Club and Home Ec. in Grade 9, made their gowns from patterns and material they chose. I was not allowed to see anything before the big night. My preparations consisted of renting a tux and buying two corsages. I was advised by the seamstress to get wrist corsages but when I asked her what colour to get, she demurred and asked if I would trust her to order them for me. I knew normally the girl would let her date know the colour of her dress so he could get something appropriate, but this was such a deep dark secret, no one would tell me even that. I had no choice, and let Val and Mom order the flowers.

Prom night arrived, and I was almost as nervous as my first date with Carol. With all the secret preparations of dresses and corsages, the suspense and significance of 'coming out' had me wound up like a nine day clock. It was our first real social outing as a threesome outside our families, and coincidentally, was my first real date with Riekie, even though we'd been married for ten months.

I must digress here and explain something. Using an ancient rite Carol and I were first married, literally 'tying the knot' on my birthday the previous year. We married Riekie two nights later, using the same rite. My mother retied that knot Christmas Eve past and gave us the blessing of the Goddess when I gave the girls their rings. From that first tentative step in August, to this point, our relationship grew and matured to the point where we truly considered ourselves married regardless of State or Church sanction. That we had the unqualified support and encouragement of my family and their mother's family just reinforced that perception.

Anyway, back to Prom night.

Exams were over and school was out, I spent a good part of the day vacuuming, washing and polishing the family sedan which was to be my chariot for the evening. Late in the afternoon I picked up M'ladies' corsages. They were in opaque boxes so I couldn't see the contents, just the name of each girl printed on the outside. Val took them from me when I got home, and secretly inspected them to ensure the florist didn't mix them up. She wouldn't let me have them again until I left to get the girls, for fear I'd peek.

While I made my preparations, my wives whiled away their day bathing and primping, spending hours in the beauty salon getting the full treatment on their hair, nails, and makeup. I think it cost Bob Sr. a small fortune. Dolly physically paid, but he picked up the tab.

It was supposed to be one of the girls' weekends at the farm, but they decided for the Prom, I must pick them up at their own home. That wasn't a big deal as I usually picked them up on Friday's anyway if there was no school bus. The special deal this time was the dance, and we wouldn't get home until quite late. They would come out to the farm for the balance of the weekend after the dance.

I got dressed in my rental tux, was pronounced by the family as cleaning up not too bad and fit for polite society and drove to my dates' house. Mom, Dad and my sisters crammed into the old truck and followed so they could see the girls in their glory and take some pictures. Normally, after all this time, I would have just walked into their house, but tonight, I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. Dolly answered and invited me in; the girls weren't quite ready yet, and would I please have a seat to wait. Bob Sr. was away traveling again, and never saw his beautiful daughters on their big night. Dolly then invited my family in to watch.

The girls made me wait just long enough to increase the suspense, making me even more nervous. Dolly watched at the foot of the stairs for their signal they were ready. When they appeared at the top, she beckoned me over so they could make their grand entrance.

It was a snug fit in the stairway, but the girls descended the stairs together. They both had a finely tuned sense of drama, and used it to its fullest effect.

To my eyes, at least, they were always the two most beautiful girls in the world. Tonight, there could be no doubt and the rest of the world would see what I saw. I felt a lump rise in my throat and caught my breath, daring not to breathe or blink for fear I lost this vision! Surely I couldn't be so fortunate as to be married not just to one, but both of the stunning creatures that floated down those stairs! I thought they must certainly have been from another world entirely where only beauty reined. My wives were absolutely breathtaking! I heard appreciative gasps from behind me and even Bob gave a low whistle. A camera flashed, capturing just a portion of this poetry in motion.

Val had performed magic on their gowns, revealing her own considerable talents. Almost identical in style, yet subtly different in detail to best highlight the small differences in their bodies their gowns looked like something from an haute-couture designer. Perfectly fitted, figure flattering, clinging in all the right places, they revealed without revealing, slinky but not tawdry. The material had a satiny shimmer. Carol's was a beautiful shade of mauve I think is called periwinkle. Riekie's was an equally lovely shade of butter yellow. The colours accented and set off their hair and beautiful blue eyes. Those gowns should have sold for thousands of dollars.

The bodices, descending off the shoulder were deeply vee'd, revealing teasing curves of rounded flesh hinting at the succulent teenage breasts within. The skirt portion draped from an empire waist, clinging sensuously to their deliciously rounded hips and draped full length, revealing shapely thigh through the material as they moved and it clung to the bare flesh beneath. The hems nearly touched the floor, just enough above to prevent tripping as they moved in matching three-quarter heeled slippers. Each carried a matching wrap draped over an arm.

These stunning creatures at last stood before me and slowly pirouetted to display their gowns in their entirety. The backs were cut very low, almost to the cleft of their firm, rounded buttocks, revealing their flawless skin and the dimples just above those sweet cheeks. The skirt draped over and around those lovely asses, clinging and subtly revealing their cracks.

The question in every guy's mind, and probably that of many girls tonight would be, "Are they or are they not?" I knew the answer without asking or looking: They weren't, because they never did, and hadn't since last summer. These stunning creatures were totally nude under their beautiful gowns! No panties, and there was no way they could wear a bra with those low-cut backs and deeply vee'd bodices. Neither girl needed the support. Val had cunningly lined the critical areas with a slightly heavier material and shaped it so they teasingly revealed without falling out.

Stunned by the gowns, it took me some time to recover and take in the rest of the package. Each wife wore four pieces of jewelry — the moonstone embellished heart lockets I gave them for Christmas, the matching bracelets they got for their birthdays, their wedding rings and a small tiara in their hair.

Their hair stylist must have spent hours working to achieve the delightful effects I saw. Carol's normally short hair was styled softly in such a way as to frame her lovely face perfectly. The pretty brown shade seemed to glow and the deep red highlights shimmered. Riekie's soft blonde curls glowed as they fell to her shoulders, highlighting her eyes even more. Each had just a touch of glitter to add some sparkle.

Their make up was incredibly subtle, so well done it looked like none at all, highlighting those gorgeous blue eyes. Their full, sensuous lips were subtly, kissably enhanced with some magical lip gloss. Completing the picture, their manicured nails were coloured to match their gowns.

As I stared, I'm sure open-mouthed, at these magnificent wonders, my mind tried to conjure up something poetic to say, but speechless was I. I thought of Romeo's speech to Juliet, but couldn't remember the words, unusual for me. Any other time, I could have rattled off the whole soliloquy without batting an eye. Recovering my equilibrium somewhat, I managed to breathe out a very un-poetic but heartfelt. "Beautiful! Fucking Beautiful!" The girls knew what I meant and together curtsied prettily in acceptance of the crude compliment, but I shocked everyone else I think.

I heard a snicker behind me. The sound finally brought me to my senses and I presented the ladies their corsages, fastening them to their wrists clumsily, my hands shaking nervously. Again, Val had outdone herself, ordering the perfect floral accessories — orchids which perfectly matched the colour of their gowns. Together, my wives pinned a small red rose to my lapel. Cameras clicked and flashed through the whole process. My folks and Dolly all made us pose for photographs at the foot of the stairs: me in the centre with a wife on each arm; me with each of them separately; the two of them; and each of us singly.

As they took their pictures, I finally regained most of my composure and was able to compliment them properly without course language. Giggling happily they opined that I cleaned up pretty good myself and allowed as it might not be too embarrassing to be seen in public with me. I rejoined that I thought I might have to hire a body guard to keep the guys away because they looked almost too good to be seen in public.

The familial paparazzi wanted some outside pictures before they'd let us leave. I helped the ladies with their wraps and we moved to the front lawn for more photographs. They posed us in front of a pretty flowering bush and snapped a few dozen more pictures. As they finished, a limo pulled into the driveway behind the wagon. Dad informed me there was no way I was taking these Princesses to the ball in a Chevy pumpkin! He splurged and hired the limo for us. This earned him some appreciative hugs, 'specially from the young starlets on my arm. More pictures were snapped as the three of us posed by the limo.

A liveried driver stepped out and handed the three of us into the back seat. It was only two blocks to the school, but he toured the whole downtown before delivering us to the doors. I can't remember what the theme of the Prom was that year -- I'd have to look it up in the year book. I remember the next year, 1967, though. That was Canada's Centennial and the Prom theme reflected it. I didn't go to the Prom that year or any after that. What I do remember of the 1966 Prom was a red carpet and doormen.

The limo pulled smoothly to a stop, the driver came round and handed us out onto the red carpet. The ladies got out first for the fullest effect, then me. As he handed me out of the vehicle, the driver handed me a card and told me when we were ready to leave, call the number on it and he'd be there in three minutes. I thanked him and joined my wives.

Carol and Riekie each took an arm, Riekie to the left, Carol to the right. Arm-in-arm we passed up the red carpet and through the doors held open by two doormen who I noticed stared in awe and frank admiration of my wives. Once again, I was strolling along arm-in-arm with the two most beautiful and desirable women in the world. I didn't think I was the king of the world anymore -- I WAS the king of the world.

We entered the gym where the dance was being held, the soft lighting and theme decorations cleverly disguising that fact. Carol and Riekie were an immediate sensation! I'm not bragging — they were very easily the best dressed girls in the place. All the girls wore pretty dresses. Some wore gowns, but none even compared to what My Girls wore. The others looked positively dowdy in comparison. I heard several low whistles from the guys. The girls all turned their heads and stared. Some showed open hostility as only upstaged females can. The rest just stared openly. Carol and Riekie dressed down so much for classes, to see them so tricked out, hardly any one, including their own classmates recognized them. Very few knew there was a connection between either of the 'plain' Scott girls and myself, either, so even though I was well-known and easily recognized even in my tux, hardly anyone knew them for who they were.

We found an open table. I did the gentlemanly thing and held the girls' chairs for them to take their seats, placing one on either side of me. Once we were all nice and comfy, I went to get us each a glass of punch. When I returned from the punch bowl, there were two young studs hovering around my ladies, very obviously hitting on them.

Proms are usually thought of as dances attended only by couples, but there is always a considerable stag component of opportunists waiting to swoop in on unattended females. These yoyo's fancy themselves real lady's men and believe it beneath their dignity to actually bring their own dates, preferring to steal someone else's, either by charming them while they are unattended or starting a confrontation where they get the 'spoils' of victory. There are an amazing number of females who actually play this game with them, accepting a prom date as their ticket in the door and then ditching him under some pretext for one of these lothario's.

Rather than act out the usual teen aggressiveness to drive these interlopers off, I set the glasses down and before I took my seat, kissed each girl very passionately, each kiss being returned in kind, and asked.

"My Darlings, did you miss me?"

As if they had rehearsed it, they both giggled and said in perfect unison.

"Oh, yes David! Now we have a REAL man to entertain us."

All three of us, thinking the same thought, then casually, but very deliberately, held hands on the table with our left hands, making our rings very obvious. The two lothario's stood mouths agape, trying to figure out just exactly what had happened. One finally closed his mouth enough to ask in wonderment.

"Both of them?"

All three of us simply nodded. The boys wandered off in a daze to search for new prey.

A classmate of Carol's and a casual friend of mine pulled up a chair and joined us while his date went to the ladies' room.

"So, Dave, ya gonna introduce me to the two most beautiful ladies here?"

Before I could reply, he directed his conversation to My Girls.

"I thought there was some damn fine looking ladies here tonight, my own date Judy included, but they all looked like frumps the minute you two walked in. And those gowns! They must cost a fortune! Every other girl here is bright green with envy! In most cases, it's the dress that makes the girl. You girls make the dresses!"

He obviously didn't recognize Carol, who he saw every day. Carol hid her smile by taking a sip of punch. Riekie took the lead, fearing he'd recognize Carol's voice before I made the proper introductions. She batted her eyes prettily, and dropped into her Southern Belle persona.

'Why thankee, kind sir! We all're just two pore country gals from the same town as y'all. We can't afford expensive dresses any more than the other ladies can. Our younger sister Val made them for us."

"Jim, before you get too carried away or Judy hears you and jealously takes your head off at the waist let me introduce these lovely ladies as you asked. These are my fiancées, Carol Anne Scott and her sister Hendrieka Scott." I had to bite my tongue not to add the 'Lloyd' to their names.

"Scott? Carol Scott from my class? Naw! It can't be! I see her every day! She's sorta cute, got nice legs, but nothing like this!"

Carol had enough.

"Jim Brown! It is so me! I just don't advertise like these other bimbos! Thanks for the 'nice legs', I think."

Jim did a double take and looked closer as recognition dawned.

"Carol? Riekie?? Riekie the brainer?"

Now the girls giggled openly and they both nodded.

"Boy! You girls clean up REAL good!"

Another light went on as Jim remembered my introduction.

"Did you say fiancées? You can't have more than one! Which one are you gonna marry? And ain't you kinda young to be engaged?"

"Yes, I said fiancées for lack of a better word at the moment. Carol turned 17 in March. I'll be 17 in August. Riekie turned 18 in May. Legally, with our parents' consent, we could get married now, but we're waiting until we're finished college unless we accidentally make babies first."

"But... but both?"

"Yup! Get used to it!"

Just then his girl friend Judy returned from the ladies' room. After quick introductions which she didn't seem to pay attention to and a frosty smile for the girls she dragged Jim away. She had him by the arm, but if you closed your eyes, it could have as easily been his ear, the way she propelled him out of the clutches of those, those women!

We had several like encounters with people who knew me and should have known at least one of the girls. Only a few of the girls we met were as cold as Judy. Most, once they recognized the girls, were as friendly as could be, and were fascinated with the gowns. When they heard they were homemade and by one of our own Grade 9's, they became even more interested, especially when they learned the cost for these beautiful homemade custom creations was less than their store bought frumps. If Val had been there, she could have started her own dressmaking business and made a killing.

I was never much of a dancer. Not dating until I met Carol, there wasn't much incentive to learn. The girls, on the other hand, despite never having dated themselves, were accomplished dancers, having had dance lessons in school since Grade 5. I always found it strange that the catholic school taught dance, even to the boys. If you saw good dancers at a school dance, they invariably came from St. Mary's. In high school at that time, the girls were taught dance as part of the phys-ed class. I found that strange because they didn't teach the boys. Who were those girls supposed to dance with?

When I hung out with the kids during the fall, and we spent so much time in the girls' room, they took it upon themselves to teach Bob and me how to dance. We weren't great, but we could get by. As part of the preparation for the Prom, the girls had once again taken it upon themselves to teach dancing. They had me practicing all the time, even in their private time. I improved greatly. Holding one of my wives in my arms at any time for me was a treat. If dancing gave me another excuse, I was all for it. The nude practices were the best, though. All that practice, regardless of state of dress paid off handsomely at the Prom.

I danced with both my ladies several times, and even if I do say so myself, we cut the rug in fine style. Mind you, having the two most attractive and best dressed girls there with almost every eye on you was a serious incentive to look good.

We had a wonderful time, but decided not to stay until the bitter end. We had accomplished what we set out to do: our first major social engagement as a threesome, and let our schoolmates know who we really were. We left the main hall and I called the limo on the pay phone. True to his word, the limo was there within three minutes. The doormen ogled my wives again as they held the doors for us to leave.

We arrived home at the farm in just a few minutes. Mom and Dad were still up and quizzed us for over an hour on all the goings on at the dance: who was there; what the music was like; the other girls' dresses, were there any fights and etc. When we finally got to bed we were exhausted and all three of us fell asleep almost as soon as we hit the pillows. Prom night has become a traditional night for teen sex, especially first time sex it seems, at least if you believe the movies. It wasn't so for us, we were beat, and with our already steady diet, could well afford to skip one night in favour of rest, but the next morning? Well! That's a different story! We had such a delightful time we didn't want to curtail it. The next night, I don't recall whose turn it was, but the wife whose private time it was, got up after an hour and fetched the missing wife to us. We finished our Prom celebration in fine noisy style. Poor Val was lonely in her bed that night.

After the prom, it got quite busy for me. Haying started, and I was in the fields almost every day, cutting raking and baling. I also had to get my kit together for camp and complete my documentation.

July First finally arrived, and my departure to camp with it. The girls and I had a tearful night before. We made love, my wives almost frantic in their lovemaking, their anxiety spilling over into their passion. When we finally settled down to sleep, they both clung to me so tightly I could barely breathe. I don't think they slept much. I know I didn't. When we got up in the morning, their eyes were red and swollen from crying most of the night.

I tried to reassure them that I wasn't all that far away. I'd write every day and call when I could. They already had the address of the camp and my assigned company. I suspected there were already letters waiting for me. Mom and Dad and my sisters drove me to meet the bus, the pick up point being over a half hour drive from home. I sat in the back seat with My Girls, cuddling and reassuring them as they cried and clung to me tightly the entire distance.

When we got to the pick up point, the bus was waiting and I didn't have much time for final goodbyes. I hugged my sisters, telling them I'd write. Dad shook my hand and wished me a safe trip and good summer. Mom hugged me tenderly, suppressing her own tears and wished me a good and safe summer. The girls would hardly let go of me, I almost had to pry them off. Mom and Dad finally each took one of them from me and held them close. As I stepped onto the bus, Carol screamed.

"David! Don't go! Something really bad's going to happen! We're going to lose you!"

She broke down completely then, her whole body wracked with painful sobs. I started to go back to them, but the driver closed the door and started the bus rolling. The last I saw of my wives, they were being held close by Mom and Dad and my sisters.

It wasn't a very auspicious start to my time at camp. I really should have listened.



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Chapter 39


The trip to CampIpperwash was uneventful if long and hot. The bus route was very circuitous with several stops to pick up cadets at various points. I met several other cadets who were on the same course, and would be in my company. They had all been to camp before, and were surprised I hadn't. My new friends were very helpful at bringing me up to speed on camp routines so I wouldn't look and act a dork. Unlike many civilian camps, where newbies are hazed, and subjected to practical jokes that make camp induction a nightmare for them, these people were part of a team that as a group were looked up to and respected by the other courses, and they couldn't allow a new member to fall behind. I was that new member. There would be time and opportunity enough for practical jokes later when we knew each other better; camp induction was not the time, and they gave me all the help and advice they could. Their information turned out to be accurate and extremely useful and I fell into camp routine smoothly.

I was truly thankful of the advice my new friends gave me as the summer progressed. Being able to keep 'my nose clean' was very helpful in dealing with the camp clerk who seemed to take a dislike to me and chided me over the least little thing. Many of the staff were Regular Force and had been seconded from their regiments to fill administrative positions at the camp. I noticed the clerk wore Signal Corps flashes on his tunic and was the first I'd seen from Sigs. As that was Bob Sr.'s old unit, it registered -- recognition by association.

The clerk seemed to spend a lot of time around our company lines, but as we were the advanced training group, there was always paperwork to be signed, so I thought little of it. Whenever he saw me, though, he always managed to find fault — my boots weren't shiny enough or the crease in my shorts wasn't sharp enough — always little nit-picking things designed, it seemed to me, to make me lose my temper. I never rose to the bait, and it was always, "Yes Sergeant! No Sergeant! I'll fix it straightaway, Sergeant!"

I won't bore you with the details of camp life except the basic daily routine: on the deck, bed made and ready for inspection at six, breakfast, morning parade, training, lunch, more training, supper, barracks cleaning and uniform prep for the next day, lights out at ten. The routine varied a little with the exception of Reveille and Lights Out — that never changed, seven days a week. Using the weekends, three months of training was crammed into less than two.

After supper, we were on our own time as long as the barracks got cleaned and our uniforms were parade-ready for the next day. The amount of actual free time we had depended to a large extent on teamwork. We got so we could have the whole barracks polished and gleaming in just over half an hour. Polishing boots and pressing uniforms became a communal event and formed part of our social time together. People would come and go, taking breaks to pick up a snack at the canteen. We generally enjoyed our evenings.

I wrote home to my family every day, especially during the first month, but as I got settled in and the routine varied only a little, I ran out of things to say, so the letters dropped off to two or three per week. In one of his letters to me, Dad wondered how long it would take before the letters home slowed, saying he'd gone through the same thing during basic training in 1940.

All through July, I wrote the girls EVERY day. They were at the cottage then, having left a couple days after I did for their usual summer stay. I missed that part of the summer sorely, as, the girls aside, I really enjoyed myself there.

I knew August was going to be a busier month as the July training was put into practice on overnight exercises. I warned the girls I wouldn't be able to write as often then. When you're madly in love, you can never seem to run out of sloppy things to put on paper. I was right too, about a letter waiting for me when I arrived at camp. It was from both of them pouring out their love and the paper was tear-stained. They wrote part of it as a joint effort, and each had a personal section as well. All their letters that summer followed that format — the joint part was their 'newsy' portion and how much they missed me as a pair; their private sections, written on separate sheets, were their personal takes and usually gushed with love.

I called home and the girls a couple times, but all we had were open pay phones and the line up to use them was usually so long it was almost impossible to get to them. If you did, there was always someone telling you to hurry up, and there was no privacy at all. After a particularly long wait in the rain to use the phone, and still didn't get to use it, I wrote the girls and told them what had happened and not to count on any calls; I would if I could, but it was just too difficult. I was sharing only half a dozen or so pay phones with over 1500 other homesick and lovesick cadets.

The food at camp was great, at least in our mess. The staff was mainly civilian, and they hired many local students, mainly girls, to work the serving lanes. There was a pretty girl named Patty who put me o' mind of Carol in appearance, and as I became a familiar face in her serving lane, we became friendly.

One evening near the end of July, I was returning from the canteen with some treats I'd bought, and noticed a figure sitting huddled on the back step of the mess, which had just closed. As I drew nearer, I saw it was Patty, huddled into a ball and sobbing. Wondering why this young girl would be here crying like this, I pulled up and took a seat beside her. I spoke to her several times before she heard me.

I asked Patty what was so wrong. Did she get fired from the mess or something like that? She just shook her head. "Well just what is the problem?"

Getting her sobs under control, and a little embarrassed at first, she finally confided that it was a boy problem. Her boy friend was a cadet in my company, Roy Searle, who was also from the local area. Because of camp rules, they weren't allowed to openly fraternize, but they still managed to see each other to steal the odd kiss, hold hands for a few minutes and talk. Tonight he had broken off with her, not because he didn't love her, but he couldn't handle the attitude of her parents — he was a coloured boy.

I knew Roy fairly well and counted him as a friend. He was excellent company, intelligent, witty, and just all-round nice people. How anybody could dislike him simply because of his skin colour was a totally foreign concept to me. Patty told me her parents, actually her mother and stepfather had allowed her to date him, but then their attitude, especially her stepfather's, changed when they saw the two of them getting a little serious, and started giving her a hard time over their interracial relationship. Her stepfather even started making rude, thinly veiled racial comments whenever Roy was at the house. It eventually got to Roy, it festered while in camp, and finally he told her they had to end it; he still loved her, he just couldn't take it any more.

Patty was distraught. She didn't want to end it and could care less what her parents, mainly her stepfather said. Like me, the colour issue was alien to her thinking. She was moving back with her real father and his wife who, while not only tolerant, liked Roy and thought they were a good match. She never got the chance to tell Roy and was deeply crushed.

I asked her if I could help by talking quietly with Roy myself. She allowed as how it certainly couldn't hurt, and said OK. I gave her my shirt tail to dry her eyes and she left to catch her ride home.

I managed to get my friend Roy alone for a few minutes during lunch the next day. I told him about my conversation with Patty. When I told him she loved him deeply and was going to move in with her other parents so they could be together, he broke down. He said her stepfather's remarks really hurt him. Although he was coloured, he'd never before experienced racial prejudice, and now understood what was happening in the States. (The news was full of the Civil Rights issue then.) He was hurting so badly he hadn't given her a chance to speak. He missed her already, and wanted her back but didn't know how to do it.

I suggested he write Patty a note saying he was sorry and wanted to talk, and for her to meet him at their usual spot tonight. I would pass her the note when I went through her line for my supper. Just before supper, Roy handed me a full letter and asked if I was still willing to do this for them. I said, "What are friends for?"

At supper, I slipped Patty the note and told her things were looking good. The sudden hope in her eyes was worth the effort. It was obvious she truly loved Roy. After chow, just as the mess hall closed for the night, Roy disappeared for almost half an hour. When he returned he wore a huge smile and gave me the big thumbs up. I was very happy for them both.

The next evening, just at dusk, I again was returning from the canteen as the mess closed. Patty was once again sitting on the back step, but this time she was smiling happily. I pulled up and sat beside her again. She told me she and Roy were back together and she was definitely moving to her father's house. She'd already talked to him and her step mother and they agreed with her reasons. I put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug for sticking to her guns and keeping her man. She leaned in to give me a kiss of thanks on the cheek just as I saw a camera flash. The camp photographer caught the moment on film. The camp photographer was also the camp clerk. He smiled and said it would be a pretty picture for the camp yearbook — boy meets girl at camp and have a summer romance. I told him it was NOT what he thought, we were just friends. The sergeant said while it was a pretty picture, he had to report the fraternization to my company commander. Tired of this weasel, I told him to do whatever he had to do, I knew the truth.

The next day, sure enough, the company commander had me on defaulter's parade for fraternizing with the female staff. He was a fair man, and asked if I had a defense. I told him the whole story; I had helped two friends and got a sweet kiss on the cheek as a thank you. He said he had to verify it with them, but he did believe me and nothing more would be made of it if their stories backed me up. He expected they would. I asked him if it put Patty's job in jeopardy. He doubted it, but she might get transferred to another mess. She did, but Roy was still able to see her. I missed her friendly face in the chow line, but felt it was probably better for all concerned. I never heard another word from the CO about it.

In my next letter to the girls, I told them the whole story, even to being hauled on defaulter's parade for helping Patty and Roy. I was feeling rather proud of myself when I wrote, and may have laid it on a little thick; the opening line was 'Now I'm someone's Knight in Shining Armour.' I forgot to mention the picture the camp clerk took and that he was putting it in the camp yearbook.

The girls usually wrote every day, like me, especially in July. Their letters always gushed love and warmth, and often included second-hand hello's from the aunts and grandparents. Carol usually included some little love-oriented artwork.

Their first letter in August came from the home address. I wondered what was going on as I opened it and noticed the return address. They informed me Bob Sr. had decided to take the whole month of August off to 'spend time with the family.' He didn't get along all that well with the Koorstis's, and lately it had gotten worse. He brought the whole family home to spend time with him. The girls didn't mind at first, thinking they could go out to the farm to spend time with Mom and Dad, and 'smell you, David.' Bob Sr. would have none of that, though, and forbade it, saying he brought the family home to spend time with him, not 'that boy's family'.

Carol's portion of that letter was darker than usual. All through July, she had warned something bad was going to happen. In this letter, she alluded it might already have. She seemed to be tolerant of her father's decision to bring them home from the cottage and nixing visits to the farm. Her normal declarations of undying love were toned down a little and no cute pictures.

Riekie's portion was a long bitch against her father keeping her away from 'my true families.' She didn't like being 'torn' from the cottage, and to add insult to injury, not be allowed to visit the farm. She said she did call Mom and let her know they were back. Her love declaration was as effusive as ever and she always signed hers 'Riekie Scott-Lloyd'.

I felt sorry for the girls, but there was nothing I could do, even if I was there. My reply to this letter was a couple days in the writing because we went on our wilderness canoe trip up the AusableRiver for two days. I barely had time to read theirs before we left.

When we got back from the canoe trip, I expected at least one, maybe two letters to be waiting. There were none. One finally arrived the day after I got back. There wasn't much news; they said it was pretty dead around. Everyone else was on holidays, and despite his claim of wanting to spend quality time with them, Bob Sr. just sat around the house. He told them he was relaxing and just wanted to be 'near' them.

Carol's portion struck a note of fear in me. It was totally devoid of any emotion. She still headed it 'Dearest David' and signed off "I love you, Carol Anne', but in between there was hardly anything of note aside from saying she was spending more time with her father, 'getting to know him again'. The rest of her words lacked conviction, for lack of a better term. She didn't come right out and say something was wrong, but I sure sensed it.

Riekie's note was a little more informative. There had been a 'development', she said, but wouldn't elaborate. Riekie also mentioned Carol was spending more time with their father, even cuddling with him. She didn't like it. Carol always seemed depressed after talking with him. Riekie claimed she didn't have time for the man who 'ruined my last summer before college'. She closed with her usual effusion of love and her usual signature.

I dashed off a quick reply, full of my normal love declarations and how much I missed them. I told them I was going to be away on another two day exercise, this time in the dunes.

When I got back from the dunes bivouac, there was again no mail. My birthday was close, and I at least expected something from them then. I got a funny card and a short note from both of them promising a 'special' birthday gift when I got home, which was now only a short couple weeks away. Along with the card and short notes was a Carol pencil drawing of me hugging a girl, but the girl was turned so you couldn't see her face. It looked like she was kissing me. I thought it was a nice birthday present, but something about the pose looked vaguely familiar. The drawing wasn't signed, either.

The pace in camp slowed some toward the end, and I was able to write more often. I finally got to use the payphone one night, and tried to call them, but there was no answer. I made the next guy in line wait, and called home. Mom and Dad were glad to hear from me; they hadn't heard from the girls since Riekie called when they got home from the cottage. We had our departure dates by this time, so I told them when and where to pick me up.

There was no mail from the girls until the last week I was at camp. Not hearing from them and unable to call because the line up at the phones was worse than ever, I fretted the whole last two weeks of camp. That letter was just a bit of news about getting ready for school and Bob Sr. would soon be back to his job. His holidays were almost over. Carol didn't head her note, and didn't sign it except a small 'I love you' at the end.

Riekie's note was friendly, but I noticed a reticence in hers, too. She continued to rant about her father, and even referred to him as 'that asshole'. She signed off with her now normal 'Riekie Scott-Lloyd' the 'Scott' heavily struck through like she was sending a message, but I couldn't decipher it.

Bob and I had written off and on all summer. From the beginning, his letters rarely mentioned the girls. If he knew anything was wrong, he wasn't letting on. His letters were always about what he was doing and what projects he was dreaming up. Often as not, he'd send a schematic for me to look at and ask for comment. He was no help at all.

The last letter I got at camp was just from Carol. There was nothing from Riekie. Carol's letter sounded tired and depressed. It was very noncommittal. I was now scared to death, with the sinking feeling my life was about to go to Hell in a hand basket.

The day before I left camp, I got my course report and evaluation. There was nothing in it about being on defaulter's parade, but there was a small note of commendation for taking a 'leadership' role in helping out two friends. My course report and evaluation was excellent, and it cheered me up greatly. One hurdle on my way to RMC had been overcome.

For some strange reason, camp ended mid-week. It may have had something to do with making sure we would be home with a few days to get ready for school. The bus bringing me home was late, far more typical of the Forces than the one that took me to camp. Mom and Dad were getting antsy, thinking those horrible thoughts of death and destruction only parents can have. When I got off the bus, the first thing I noticed was they were alone. When I left, the girls had promised to be there when I got home. I had a horrible sinking feeling, and could hardly wait through the thirty minute drive home.

When I got home, it was still early evening. I stowed my kit, and without changing from my uniform, borrowed Dad's car and drove to the Scotts'. The minute Dolly let me in the house I saw from the sad look on her face that all was indeed not well. She greeted me warmly enough, but I just KNEW that everything I held dear was somehow being taken from me.

I asked where everyone was.

With Dolly's matter-of-fact answer, I knew my world had truly ended.

"Bob's over at Don Blair's working on something for him and Bob Sr. went back to work to work yesterday. Carol is in her room. She hardly leaves it anymore. Riekie has moved out. I think the boys are next door."

Riekie had moved out?

I was almost in tears. "Dolly, why did Riekie move out?"

"Riekie had some bad arguments with Carol about you starting over three weeks ago then about two weeks ago Riekie got very upset about something one night. I was out with some friends, and have no idea what happened. Nobody will tell me anything. As you know, she was supposed to move this week to Toronto for college, after you got home, but she called Pie and Jo and they picked her up early last week. All I know is before she left, she wasn't speaking to Carol or her father, and she slept on the couch until she left. When I asked her why she was leaving for college so suddenly, she said she had to be gone before you got home. Dave, do you know what's going on? No one tells me anything. I'll get Carol for you, if she'll come down, but I don't think you're going to like it."

Riekie wasn't speaking to Carol? She moved out of their bed and slept on the couch? Had to leave before I got home? Now I knew for sure it was over. One leg of the tripod was gone!

Dolly left the room to get Carol. She didn't call up the stairs as she usually did, but went up quietly. I heard her knock on Carol's door, and quiet voices. Dolly returned to the kitchen.

"I think she's coming, but give her some time."

I waited about fifteen minutes. Just when I was about to run up and knock her door down, Carol appeared. She looked like Hell. It was obvious she'd been crying, and crying a lot. Her eyes were red and swollen almost shut. She walked like a zombie. When I went to her, she stepped away, and she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Carol Anne, what's going on? What happened between you and Riekie?"

She wouldn't answer then heaved a huge sigh.

"It's over, Dave.<Dave?> Riekie left you something." She handed me an envelope and ran from the room, no more explanations, nothing. I sat down at the kitchen table, head spinning. Dolly watched me to see what I'd do. Finally I opened the letter from Riekie. Through growing tears, and oblivious to everything around me, I read:

"Dearest David,

" I don't know an easy way to say this. < My heart went icy cold, then it broke.>What we had was good, but it's over.

"I'm sorry I can't be there to tell you this in person, but I can't stand to be in that house or near Carol <Not 'Carol Anne.'> or my father a minute longer. Something has happened that I can't tell you about now. Maybe in a few years <Years?> when we're all older and can look back on this dispassionately, I'll be able to tell you. Carol knows, but won't believe me. Bob doesn't know anything, except I've left angry and hurt.

"Somehow, Carol got some information this summer that turned her against you. I know she was very angry when you told us about that girl you helped. All she could see in that letter was 'Now I'm someone's Knight in Shining Armour.' She's sure you messed around on us and won't listen to reason. We had some really big fights over that. She almost had me convinced, but I trusted you and still do.

"She spent a lot of time with our father, and was always very depressed after she talked to him. I think he was turning her against you. I know he made some rude remarks about you to me when he was drunk. I was already angry with him for ruining our summer, so I didn't listen. He never cared much about me anyway.

"Don't try to call me, I won't answer. If you write, I won't reply. Carol has decided we're finished, so it must be. Remember it was all or none. Carol has withdrawn from us, so I can't see you on my own. That was our rule. You made it, or saw it.

"Carol may come around yet when she's had a chance to be away from that man and can figure things out for herself. If she does, call my aunts and leave a message with them. You will both have to call separately with the same message before I'll believe it and I need especially to hear it from her.

"I was looking forward to being away from home, even if it meant being away from you two for long periods. I thought it would give me a chance to grow and mature independently. Now I'm being forced to do it sooner and more completely than I ever wanted.

"I'm going to carry on with my life and become the best doctor I can. I advise you to do the same with the rest of your hopes and dreams. Simply because this part of our lives has ended, doesn't mean the rest should fail as well. Someday we may get back together or we'll find someone else. It is and will be hard, but we must go on.

"That's all I can say without soaking this paper completely. I love you David, and always will. Remember my promises before the Goddess. <I remembered them very well. Life would be hard for her as a celibate spinster.>

Riekie Scott-Lloyd"

I couldn't believe what I read. I sat there for a few minutes as my heart completely shattered. Totally destroyed, I lay my head on Dolly's kitchen table and bawled my eyes out. I was totally, completely crushed.

Bob must have come in while I was reading Riekie's letter, oblivious. I felt a masculine arm go 'round me and hold me as I wept. Eventually I dried up and regained some small bit of composure. Dolly was no where to be seen. Slowly I was able to focus on my surroundings. Bob had his arm around me, squeezing me gently. He had Riekie's letter in his other hand and was reading it, muttering to himself. Between his muttering and my dazed state, I couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but it sounded like he repeated it to himself a couple times.

It was either 'that son of a bitch' or 'that stupid bitch'. Finally, he threw the letter down in disgust. Seeing me watching him he smiled and asked.

"Hey, Old Buddy Old Pal how was camp?"

"Pretty good until now."

I started to sob again, and his arm tightened around my shoulders. Somehow I drew strength from him, and got myself under some semblance of control. As I regained some composure, along with the emptiness I now felt was a slowly growing unfocused anger. I felt betrayed, but didn't know who or what to blame. That Bob Sr. had something to do with it, I was sure, but I couldn't prove it. And I was becoming very hurt and angry with Carol for not having faith in me, for not trusting me. I didn't know then just how perfidious my enemy could be. I wanted to lash out at something someone, anything just to relieve this awful emptiness and anger.

Alongside the emptiness and anger I felt something else, an absence. The Power that had been guiding me and my wives for a year was gone. I was utterly alone. I wasn't divorced; I was deserted and abandoned, which is even worse. In a divorce you get a chance to have your say and reach some kind of final agreement, regardless of how painful. In a desertion, you are left totally exposed and vulnerable.

"What do I do now, Bob? Carol Anne's so fucking pissed off at me for something I didn't even do she's ended it all and won't talk to me. Riekie's gone and won't talk to me either. You read her letter. What happened, Bob? You live here, you must know something."

"Dave, I have no idea what's going on. The girls started acting strange about the first of the month. They had some big fights, but I couldn't hear what it was all about. Dad was always talking to Carol and cuddling her, strange behavior for him. About the only emotion we ever saw from him before was anger. Neither of the girls would tell me anything. If I asked them what was wrong, they'd either clam up or tell me it was nothing.

"There was so much tension around here I stayed away as much as possible. Even the little guys got cranky. I stayed at your place a few nights just to be away from here. I told Mom since you were away I was helping with the farm. I did, too. I drove the grain truck when the combine came. Your dad was great with me. I was out there for a few days when Riekie moved out. I was surprised as Hell when I found out, and I'm still not sure what brought it on. I thought it might be over another fight with Carol. That was part of it, I guess, 'cause Mom said she moved out onto the couch until the aunts came for her. That's where she's staying, you know. But I have a feeling there's something else going on. Mom said Dad didn't draw a sober breath until Riekie was gone. I think he's somehow mixed up in it, but I can't figure out how.

"As for what to do, Riekie's right about one thing. She's being very strong about this, I think. Somehow you have to get your shit back together and carry on. I'm still your buddy, I'm here for you, and we still have things to do. Carol will wake up one of these days and want you back. I just hope she doesn't leave it too late. I know you love her, but no one should have to wait forever."

"I might."

"There's not much you can do here right now, you should go home. You need your family right now, but I want you to feel free to come here any time. Don't stay away because of Carol. Are you OK to drive?"

"Yeah I'm OK to drive. I gotta do something first."

I climbed the stairs to Carol's room. It was the longest, slowest trip I ever made. I knocked softly on her door. I could hear her sobbing inside.

"Y-yes?"

"It's me."

"G-go away! Haven't you hurt me enough already?"

"I am leaving, but before I go, you must hear this from me. I don't know what is going on. I have done nothing wrong to hurt you. Whatever you've heard, is a lie. If you look deep inside, you'll know I'm telling the truth. Carol Anne, I love you. Goodnight, may the Goddess protect you, but I fear she's abandoned me."

"LIAR! GO AWAY!"

Crushed anew, I fled that agonized scream. So much for my homecoming from camp.



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Chapter 40


Somehow I made it home that night. It actually wasn't that late. Mom met me at the door. One look at my swollen eyes and tear streaked face, and she knew. She wrapped me in a tender motherly hug and held me. I broke down again.

"Oh, David, I'm so sorry. Do you want to, can you talk about it?"

"N-no, n-not yet, Mom. It hurts too much."

I got myself back under control, wiping my nose on the sleeve of my tunic. I'd forgotten I was still in uniform.

"I better get changed."

I went to our, no, my room to change. It was almost unbearable. There were reminders of them everywhere: the half-burnt scented candles from our last night together; some of their clothes still hung in the closet; toiletries; the gifts; and above all their scent! It permeated the entire room, a mixture of perfume, and personal scents. The bed reeked of them, even after two months and fresh laundry. I didn't think I could stay in there, smelling them, but as I sat on the bed to take off my boots, I reached for one of the pillows and held it to my face. I inhaled deeply, and for a brief moment, they were back. I finished taking off my uniform and out of habit hung it neatly in the closet next to Carol's shirt she wore when she worked with Mom. It hadn't been washed, and smelled strongly of her. I took it off the hanger and held it to my face. Her aroma filled my senses as I stumbled to the bed and fell across it. Tired beyond all reckoning and surrounded by the scent of the women I'd loved and lost, I fell into a deep sleep populated by dreams of blonde and brown heads laughing in the summer sun dissolving into ghoulish skulls.

I have no idea how long I slept, the dreams keeping the needed rest from me. My body rested, but my mind churned and frothed. When I awoke on Thursday, it was daylight. The pillow and Carol's shirt were soaked. I'd been crying most of the night I guess, but I didn't remember. Feeling like shit, I stumbled out of bed and hit the shower, the warm water relaxing stiff muscles a little. I got dressed and wandered downstairs looking for coffee. Mom was in the kitchen, and set a fresh cup in front of me as I sagged into a chair.

"Hungry?'

"Naw, I don't feel much like eating."

"I don't care how bad you're hurting, I know you haven't eaten since you left Ipperwash. You can't function without food in you."

Never argue with your mother about food. She may force it down you.

"Alright, I'll try something."

Mom quickly whipped up a sturdy breakfast and placed it before me. I didn't realize how hungry I really was until I smelled the bacon. I almost inhaled the food, it disappeared so fast.

"Thought you said you weren't hungry?"

"That's what I thought, but I guess my body had other ideas."

"David, how bad is it really?"

I showed Mom Riekie's letter. It explained in her few words far better than I ever could.

When she finished, she just sat there, stunned then started the questions. Dad came in as she began.

"What does Bob know?"

"Nothing. He says he was here when Riekie made her sudden departure."

"What does Dolly know?"

"Same. She was out the night that set Riekie off. She said Riekie did tell her she had to be gone before I got home. Bob thinks, but doesn't know for sure, there's more to it than fighting with Carol Anne over my alleged cheating."

Dad interjected.

"What do you mean?"

"Bob thinks his dad is involved somehow. For myself, I'm sure he had something to do with poisoning Carol Anne's mind against me. Riekie told me in her last letter to camp she didn't like Carol Anne's attitude any time she'd been talking with Bob Sr., and he made some nasty remarks to her about me once when he was drunk. Bob thinks there's something more going on with him though, he just can't figure what or how. I think he's right, but like him, I can't imagine what else he could have said or done to piss Riekie off like that. Look at what Riekie says in her letter, 'Carol knows, but she won't believe me.'."

Mom spoke again.

"So what are you going to do, David?"

"Play it by ear. Carol Anne has holed up in her room being miserable. Now that Bob Sr. is away again, maybe I'll be able to talk to her some and win her back. She wouldn't look me in the eye, either.

"Mom, what, if anything, did Riekie say to you when she phoned? Probably nothing, I know. I think that was before the trouble started."

"She was angry with her father for ending their holiday and not allowing them to visit us. She asked after Val and Heather and said she missed us. She wanted to talk to all of us, but I think her dad made her hang up, because she ended the call quickly. That was the last time we heard from anyone until Bob came out and asked if he could stay over a couple nights because of the girls' screaming matches. That was the first we suspected something might be wrong, but we had no idea what it was all about."

Now Dad spoke.

"David, there's not much we can do except maybe try to contact Riekie. I think you're right, though that it's probably a waste of time. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Where's she staying?"

"With Tante Pie and Tante Jo. She was going to stay there this year for college anyway. I imagine they're as upset as anyone over this, seeing as they helped Carol Anne and me get married in the first place."

Mom perked up her ears. Her next question was a dandy.

"Speaking of which: are you still married?"

"As far as I know. From the tone of her letter, Riekie still thinks we are. I still think we are, and for some strange reason, I think Carol Anne still thinks so too. It's more like we're separated, perhaps permanently, than divorced. There's that chance, however faint, of getting back together. Riekie actually makes that clear in her letter."

"Well, that's something, anyway. Even a small hope is better than none. I love those girls like my own, and I'm sure the Goddess still has something planned for the three of you. It's just not clear to me, my Sight isn't strong enough."

"Mom, the Goddess, or what I call the Power, or whatever, has abandoned me. I felt it leave last night. For the first time in over a year, I'm completely adrift."

"Oh, you poor boy! I knew there was an evil about! I MUST find a pure coven and restart my training! That is my job in this affair, I think. David, never give up hope. It may take a long time, but you and your wives WILL be back together someday, I'm positive. Now, what are your plans for today, your first full day home?"

'Haven't any."

'I suggest you spend some time with Bob at his place."

"OK."

I called Bob to make sure he was home and drove in to visit. We spent a few hours together on the living room floor playing with souped-up slot car racers, his newest fascination. He even got me to laugh a few times. Carol came down once to get something from the kitchen. She didn't speak to me, but she did stand in the doorway watching us with the little cars for a while, then she went back to her room. She looked a mess, her eyes swollen and bloodshot from crying, her hair unkempt and her clothing wrinkled. Before I left, I went up to her room and knocked on the door.

"Y-yes?"

"It's me again."

"I told you, go away!"

"I will. I'm leaving in a few minutes. You're not being fair to me, Carol Anne. I don't even know for sure what it is I'm supposed to have done."

"Tell that to your new girl friend!"

'What new girl friend?"

"Her! The one at camp who thinks you're her Knight!"

"Patty? Is that what this is all about? Patty? Because I helped her get back with Roy? That's a hoot! The last I heard from them, they're planning to get married."

"But you kissed her! And you had your arm around her!"

"I didn't kiss her she kissed me, on the cheek, no less, thanking me for being a Friend. And so what if I hugged her? I hug Bob as a friend. I hug Sandra as a friend. What's wrong with that?"

"There were others, too."

"That is pure and utter bull shit! Carol Anne Scott! I have NEVER lied to you! But someone else has been lying to you. So believe me when I tell you this: I love you more than I can describe, and you're KILLING ME!"

"I don't want to talk about it any more, and I REALLY don't want to talk to YOU! NOW GO AWAY!"

"OK. Have a nice night, My Love. I do love you. Someday you'll figure it out."

I didn't run away this time. Instead, I went back downstairs and said my goodbyes properly before leaving.

The next day, Friday, was the same routine. I went there ostensibly to see Bob. We messed around for a few hours playing with the fast little cars and getting some of our projects sorted out. Dolly even had me stay for supper. Carol came down to eat, but took her plate to the living room and ate while watching TV. After supper, she stayed with the TV, and didn't run off to her room.

Bob Sr. arrived shortly after we ate and seemed surprised to see me. Seeing him made my blood run cold; I was sure he was somehow at the centre of my problems. He was civil and even seemed friendly when he asked about camp, although I thought he spoke a little too loudly. Carol could hear him in the living room.

"Well, Dave, how was camp?"

"Very busy."

"Not too busy to have some fun though, eh? I hear there are lots of young ladies in Grand Bend ripe for the picking! Lots of free time and leave for doing what all soldiers do, eh?"

"Sir, I don't know where you get your information; sounds like somebody has been shooting you a line of hooey. The only time I was ever in Grand Bend was the third week of camp for a company outing to the Ausable Amusement Park. The only other times we left the Base were for Field Training Exercises."

"Hmmph! You make it sound boring and dull!"

"Camp wasn't 'dull' at all. I went there to learn. I met some really interesting guys and made a lot of new friends. The canoe expedition and the dune bivouac were a ball. We were too busy to get bored. After all, they crammed three months of training into just less than two."

He was really beginning to piss me off with his misinformed attitude when he abruptly ended the conversation.

"Well, glad you survived! Now I must meet and greet the family."

The only one he hadn't met and greeted so far was Carol, sitting by herself in front of the TV. He asked Dolly to make him a drink and strutted into the living room. I heard him say "Hi, Baby, how's my little girl?" and heard her reply softly "Hi, Daddy."

Dolly asked me to take Bob Sr.'s drink to him. When I delivered it, he wasn't in his usual chair, but was on the couch with Carol. She was cuddled to him like a little girl and he had his arm around her, his hand suspiciously close to her breast. I didn't like the look of it, and I liked even less his comment.

"My little girl has very nice legs, don't you think, Old Boy? Makes you want to see what's at the top, what?"

"Carol Anne knows very well what I think of her legs, Sir. Yes, they are very nice, but I don't think it's appropriate for two men, especially when one is her father, to be discussing a lady's charms as if she isn't even here."

"Hmmph!"

I got out of there, and left soon after. It was the long Labour Day Weekend, and because Bob Sr. was home, I didn't hang around much. I didn't see much of Carol at all.

I was at the Scotts' Monday, and was there when Bob Sr. left to return to work. He seemed to monopolize Carol. The few times I did see her over that weekend, she never said a word to me, but the look she gave me was one of hurt, anger, and something else I found encouraging — just a hint of longing... After he left, she went to her room. When it was time for me to leave, I went up and knocked on her door.

"Yes?"

"It's me, again."

"Go away; I have nothing to say to you."

I heard her starting to sob again. All weekend, whenever I saw her, she looked dry-eyed, but tonight she was starting to weep once more.

"Carol Anne, I love you. Nothing will ever change that. I thought it before, but now I'm convinced your father has said something to you about me. Whatever it was, I'm telling you it's a lie. He told me last year he was going to break us up. Looks like he's succeeding."

"You're the liar! Don't you dare talk about my Daddy like that!"

"You think what you want, then. Just remember, I really do love you."

"Go away!"

"OK. Good night My Darling. May the Goddess protect you."

School started the next day. Carol and I were in Grade 12 but different classes. Carol managed to pull herself together enough to go to class. I kept up my regular school activities, cadets and football. Jim Brown, the guy from the Prom stopped me in the hall and asked what was wrong with Carol. I told him we were going through a rough stretch and left it at that.

Every day after football practice, I went to the Scotts'. Practice ran later than the bus, so I would go to Bob and Carol's where Dad picked me up on his way home from work. Every day I would knock on her door, and tell her I loved her and that the stories she'd heard from her father were false. This went on for two weeks.

The first week, I got the same response as I'd been getting before, but she didn't yell, and seemed to listen. That weekend, Bob Sr. was away on one of his trips, so I hung out at their place more. On Sunday, Bob and I were out on the back porch lighting the barbecue for Dolly when Sandy, the youngest of the boys, came to me and said.

"Dave, Carol wants to know why you're hanging around all the time. She told me to tell you to go away. She doesn't want you here."

I saw Bob's face get red. He'd about had enough of what he thought was her stupidity, and was ready to blow. Sending young Sandy to carry her messages was close to the last straw for him. I put my hand on Bob's arm and shook my head. I was tempted to charge up to her room and yell through her door, but instead sent my message through her courier.

Even though indirect, I realized Carol had opened communication of a sort. My reply was direct.

"Sandy, tell your sister if she has something to say to me, she must be brave and do it herself. I don't talk through third parties. Can you remember all that?"

Sandy repeated it all back to me. He was a bright kid. When he left to give Carol my message, Bob said he was of half a mind to tell her off himself, but I told him to wait on that a bit. Before long, Carol appeared on the back porch. She looked nervous, and vulnerable. I saw her pain, but I didn't see the anger I'd been seeing since I got home. I took the initiative and I didn't pussy foot. Despite my own hurt and pain, my patience had limits.

"Sandy tells me you have something to say to me. Well?"

She fidgeted, I saw tears forming. I wanted to take her in my arms and make all her pain go away, but I knew she'd pull away and whatever progress I'd made, however infinitesimal would be lost.

"David, I..."

She burst into tears and ran back to her room, sobbing. David! She called me David! That was the first time since this whole sordid affair began she'd actually called me David! I wanted to rush after her. This was a major breakthrough! Since I got back, she had addressed me by name only once, and that was the 'you're in shit' 'Dave'. Bob had heard it too. He held me back when I went to go after her.

"Let her go this time. It's a start, but only a start; give her a little more time."

He was right, of course. Pushing too hard now could backfire on me big time. That night before leaving, I knocked on her door as usual. I could hear her weeping softly.

"Y-yes."

"It's me."

"Hello me." <An actual greeting!>

" Carol Anne, I love you. I didn't do anything wrong. I'd never hurt you. I told you once that if I ever did anything to hurt you or drive you away, I'd shrivel up and die. Well, I didn't do anything, but I'm still shriveling. Whoever it is you've been talking to, and I still think it's your father, has been telling you a pack of lies. That girl Patty is marrying Roy, and it's because of what I did for her as a friend, not because of anything I did with her. There were no other girls while I was at camp. I never left camp except the exercises and one day-trip to Grand Bend with the whole company. I love you too much to do anything as stupid as you seem to think, I have too much to lose. You MUST believe me."

"I-I'll try, David."

"That'll hafta do for now, I guess. I'm leaving now. Good night My Sweet Love. I love you. May the Goddess protect you."

"Good night."

I wasn't happy, but I felt a whole lot better. There was definite progress here. I told Bob on the way out. I slept better that night than I had in a long time.

The next week followed the same pattern. She spent most of her time at home in her room. When she was with the family, she even spoke to me. The anger was almost gone from her eyes, but the sadness was still there. She still wouldn't look me directly in the eye, though. My evening good night to her through her door followed a similar pattern to Sunday, with ever more softness.

Friday night, Bob Sr. came home. Carol was again on the couch eating her supper when he came in. He almost made a beeline for her when he arrived, spending the absolute minimum of time greeting the rest of the family. He sat on the couch with her, she cuddled under his arm, and they talked very softly so no one else could hear. I didn't like the way he seemed to be pawing at her, which she didn't seem to notice. Bob saw it too, and he was NOT happy.

Bob's own anger at my situation was almost at a boiling point. I'd seen it growing. The incident last Sunday with Sandy had almost caused him to blow, but he let me handle it my way, and it seemed to work. After seeing his dad with Carol like that, it would take relatively little to set his rage off. Bob rarely got angry but when he did, it was spectacular.

Bob Sr. and Dolly had to go out for the evening and we were left to mind the boys. Carol seemed even more reserved after talking to her father. As usual when he wasn't around, she soon disappeared into her room.

I left a little earlier than usual that night because I didn't want to be there when Bob Sr. and Dolly got home. I knew he'd be drinking, and I really disliked him when he was drunk. Before I left, I knocked on her door as had been my wont for the last two weeks.

"Yes."

"It's me again."

"Oh."

Her response was much cooler than I'd been getting lately. We'd advanced from 'Hello Me' to Hello David.' Now it was just 'Oh.' I felt a chill. And the change came after she talked with Bob Sr.

"Carol Anne, I love you more than I can ever describe."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it's true, and I want you to believe me. I'll tell you again: Your father, or whoever it is you've been talking to, has lied to you about me. I'd never hurt you. You know that.'

"He said you'd say that about him."

The son of a bitch! It was him!

"Carol Anne, you know me. You know I could never do the things he said about me. You used to trust me. Please, you MUST trust me on this."

"I'm thinking about it."

"You do that. I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe. Good night, My Love. Sleep tight, My Love. May the Goddess protect you. I love you with all my heart. Good night Carol Anne."

"G'night... David."

She'd hesitated, but she had said my name.

Before I left, I told Bob about our conversation through her door, and that she seemed cooler than lately, making me believe even more it was her father who was deliberately poisoning her mind against me. Then she confirmed it when she let it slip he said I'd tell her he was lying to her.

Bob's anger was finally set off. He turned beet red, then white with rage, then he was on his feet heading for the stairs. I moved to follow. His voice held an edge and he spoke in quiet command. I knew he would not be stopped this time.

"Dave, go home. Go home now. This is a family matter now. Don't interfere. I have a job to do, and it might not be pretty. Go. Home. Now."

Knowing he wouldn't be moved from his present course, I headed for the door. He'd already raced halfway up the stairs before I got halfway out the front porch, roaring at the top of his voice.

"Carol! Carol Anne Scott! Open this fucking door now!! Or I'll break it down! And you fucking well know I will!"

Bob's sudden roaring rush up the stairs must have scared her half to death. As I closed the front door behind me, I heard her door open and she screamed something at him. As I walked down the walk, I heard Bob's angry roar again through an open upstairs window. The whole neighbourhood heard him.

"Shut! Up! YOU STUPID BITCH!! Just what the fuck kind of game are you playing?"

I heard her try to shout something back, but Bob was on a roll and would not be stopped. He kept on.

"Listen you stupid bitch! I have a few things to say, and you're gonna fucking well listen!"

There was more, lots more, but I didn't hang around to listen. I followed instructions and went home. Whether Bob's raging explosion would do more harm than good remained to be seen. I'd know the result tomorrow, regardless.

The next afternoon, Bob and I were supposed to meet a couple other friends for a late summer swim. I was running a little behind because of a cow versus fence problem at the farm, and didn't get to Bob's much before we were supposed to meet the guys. I had hoped to get there early enough to see if Bob's fit of rage the night before had had the desired affect.

When I got there, Carol was downstairs, and came out to the kitchen when Dolly let me in the back door. She looked tired, and had obviously been crying. She still wouldn't meet my eyes, but she smiled when she saw me and even said shyly, "Hi, David." I thought Bob's rage may have had a positive affect after all. I was sure of it, and even began to seriously hope when she said. "I know you're running late now, so when you guys get home tonight, could I please talk to you, David? It's important."

"Carol Anne, you can talk to me anytime you want. You know that. If it's that important, I'll skip going with the guys and you can talk to me now."

"No, that's OK. It'll keep a few more hours. You go have fun with your friends. I'll be here when you get back. Mom's going out this evening and I have to watch the boys, Daddy can't, he's half in the bag already." She giggled, music to my long suffering ears. She hadn't laughed or giggled that anybody knew of since the first few days of August, six weeks ago.

"Alright, Dear, I'll see you when I get back, then."

"Ok, 'bye David."

Her voice was soft and sweet, more like the Carol I used to know. This was more conversation than we'd had in all the last two and a half weeks combined. I just knew it was good news. I should have stayed.

Bob and I left to meet our friends, running a little late, but I didn't care. I was sure MY Girl was coming home. Bob and I had a chance to talk privately later on. I was full of curiosity and asked.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened last night? Last I heard, and most of the neighbourhood heard, was you calling Carol Anne a stupid bitch at the top of your voice."

"Well, it got her attention. She actually listened to what I had to say, and I said it loud and long. I laid it on thick. I told her she'd spent the last month moping around feeling sorry for herself and driving you away when there was no reason. I told her she drove Riekie away.

"I really laid it on when I gave her your patented friendship speech and how you couldn't do anything else but help that girl up at camp, no matter how funny it looked.

"I told her Dad was playing her for a fool. I said she'd been an emotional wreck all summer because you went to camp when she thought you shouldn't, and that made her vulnerable to his lies. I told her I knew he wanted to break you guys up. I told her you told me that last year, and that he told me so himself. She might not have believed you, but she believed me. I asked her, 'How can it be after years of ignoring us, all of a sudden Dad started paying attention to one of us and does it by carrying tales?'

"What really got her attention was when I told her I was sure he was hitting on her, that I saw him with his hand on her tit. She said she was so miserable and glad to be cuddled by our father she never really noticed, but then remembered feeling him squeezing her. I told her I recognized the look on his face last night as the same one I saw on me in the bathroom mirror when I got hot for Riekie. I told her I thought he was breaking you guys up so he could take a run at her himself. That scared her big time.

"I told her she was miserable because of what that son of a bitch told her. I asked her, 'How did he know so much about Dave at camp?' Carol said he told her he had a friend there in the office keeping an eye on you.

"That prick knew about you and that girl before your letter about it got here. Carol was waiting for it. Dad had already told her, and he had a picture of you with that girl. How did that happen?"

Now I knew who was feeding Carol the bull shit, and who his source was.

"The camp clerk took it. He was also the camp photographer and was all over the camp taking pictures of us in all our activities for the yearbook. I forgot all about that stupid picture when I wrote the girls and told them about helping Patty and Roy.

"Now I think of it, I should have known! The signs were all there to read! Jesus H. Christ, I'm stupid! He was an old sergeant in the Signal Corps, your father's old unit. He was all over me like a bad smell all summer, giving me shit for the least little thing.

"He reported me to my company commander for Patty kissing me on the cheek and I got hauled up on defaulter's parade for fraternizing with female civilian staff. My CO was a nice guy, though. He heard me out, talked to Roy and Patty and found out the whole story. The worst thing that came of it was that Patty got transferred to another mess so she and Roy wouldn't be able to see each other too easily. It didn't stop them, though. Last I heard, they're gonna get married. Instead of a mark against me, I got a small note of commendation on my course evaluation for 'taking a leadership role' to help some friends."

Bob continued with his story.

"Wish I'd known about the commendation when I talked to her last night. It would have been even more help. Anyway, when I ran down, Carol told me she was starting to believe you anyway because your story never changed. People get caught up in lies, trying to remember what they said. She said Dad's story had a bunch of contradictions she hadn't really noticed until you fingered him and got her thinking. She said she wanted to get back with you and Riekie, but was scared how you'd be with her. She knows she hurt you both pretty bad. She said she didn't mean to be cool to you last night but she was scared and didn't know what to do.

"By the time we got talking calmly without me screaming at her, I was holding her as she cried and cried, asking, begging me to tell her what to do to get you guys back. I told her what you always tell us. 'Tell them the truth. Dave wants you back so bad, he'll listen and help you through the hard parts.' That's what she wants to talk to you about tonight. I told her she should blurt it out as soon as she saw you, but she's nervous and wanted to ask you if it was OK to talk. Maybe you should have stayed and talked to her. Anyway, did I do a good thing?"

"You did more than a good thing!"

I was overjoyed. My hunch was right! My Girl was coming home!

My joy was short lived. I should have stayed with her to talk.



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Chapter 41


Bob and I returned to his house after a fun afternoon with our friends. I was as upbeat as I'd been in several weeks. Carol wanted to talk to me, and according to Bob and my own hunch, she wanted to get back together. Life had started to look a lot more promising.

When we entered the house, we stepped into Hell, or at least I did. First thing we noticed was a palpable air of tension. Through the doorway to the living room I saw Bob Sr. sitting in his chair. He looked drunk. The little boys heard us come in and ran to us, throwing their arms around us. They seemed scared.

Sandy asked, "Why did Daddy spank Carol so hard? I think he hurt her."

Daddy spanked Carol? What's going on here? My blood ran cold, then boiled. What to do? Confront him or check on Carol?

I asked the boys. "Where is Carol now?"

"In her room."

Bob took the boys to settle them down and get them ready for bed. They should have been there an hour ago. Something was really fucked-up here. I ran upstairs to Carol's room and tried it. It was locked. I knocked on her door.

I heard a groan, then her voice, sounding like she'd just wakened.

"What?"

My anxiety for her showed in my voice.

"Carol Anne, Honey, are you OK? Sandy said your dad hurt you."

Her reply sounded distant, hopeless.

"I'll live, but I shouldn't..."

I felt fear gripping my chest.

"What happened?"

Despair and pain in that voice!

"I can't tell you. Please go away, David. It's all over now. I mean it! Go away. PLEASE! There's nothing you can say or do now to change things."

I was confused. She called me 'David' and said 'please', but 'it's all over'? Change what things?

"What? You're not making any sense."

She was starting to sob.

"I-I said it's over! I can't tell you a-anything! PLEASE, DAVID! Just go away!"

"Carol Anne, I can't just leave you now! Not like this! You're hurting and I want to help."

Her voice suddenly went flat, lifeless, as if in ultimate realization... 

"You can't help me now, David. It's over, we're finished."

"But, Carol Anne..."

She interrupted me, suddenly screaming hysterically.

"IT'S OVER! WE'RE DONE! GO AWAY! I CAN'T SEE YOU AGAIN!! GO-O-O AWAAAAY!!"

Her screaming broke down into wracking, wailing sobs like her heart had completely shattered. What had that asshole done to her? I stood and waited outside her door, powerless, for an eternity. Her wailing and sobs gradually subsided. She sensed I was still there. In a drained, emotionless voice she spoke. Her words had a total finality to them in their very flatness. There would be no reprieve this time.

"Just go away, David. Our world is dead. Just bury it. Go away. I won't answer if you try to talk to me again, ever. Now go."

My life in ruins at the finality of her words, I was at a loss for ones of my own. All I could do was leave. I poured my whole heart into my last words.

"OK, I'm leaving. Good night, My Love. May the Goddess protect you. I love you more than life itself, and always will."

Her last direct words to me were completely final.

"Good bye, David."

I turned and started down the stairs. It was so quiet I heard her whisper.

"I kno-o-o-w... I kno-o-o-ow. Oh dear God, I know."

And then the wailing, wracking sobs began anew.

Broken, crushed, defeated, and desolate, I slowly trudged down those stairs. Bob met me in the hall.

"You heard, Bob?"

"Yeah. She'll get over it."

"Not this time, at least not any time soon, Bob. It's really over this time. What the fuck happened here tonight?"

Bob grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the front porch so we could talk without being overheard in the living room. He started by telling me what Iain had told him while he got them ready for bed. Age ten, Iain was extremely bright with an excellent memory. He was going to be every bit the scholar Riekie was. What little blood was left in me drained completely away as Bob re-told Iain's story.

"Iain said Carol was happy all day then after supper, something happened between her and Dad. He said Dad was drunk most of the day, and sat drinking all through supper. Apparently Carol took him a drink, even though she didn't want to. It must've been close to the boys' bedtime, because she made them wait at the dining room table and play in their colouring books until she fixed Dad's drink and took it to him. Iain said he could see Dad's chair from there. When she handed him the drink, Dad put his hand up Carol's leg under her skirt and she tried to move away. Something was said that Iain couldn't hear, but Dad got mad and suddenly threw Carol over his knee, ripped her panties off and started spanking her. He spanked her so hard she screamed and screamed in pain and fainted. Dad didn't stop spanking her until she passed out. Iain said Sandy and him were scared to death and never so glad to see anybody as us when we came in.

"Anyway, when Dad saw the boys watching, he acted scared, and told them everything was alright now. Carol had been a very bad girl, and he punished her."

I was getting very angry now, suspecting the worst.

"Did Iain see him do anything else?"

"No. Iain said Carol only fainted for a few minutes and came to as Dad was telling them everything was OK. When Carol sat up, Dad said something to her too quietly for Iain to hear, but whatever he said, must've shook Carol up badly because she screamed again and ran to the stairs. Iain thought he must've told her if she ever was bad like that again, she'd get another bad spanking. That's what he figured Dad would've said to him if it had been him getting punished.

"He said she ran, but then he said she couldn't very well. She acted like her bum was too sore. Iain said he knew what that felt like from his own last spanking. He said Carol couldn't lift her feet to climb and actually crawled up the stairs. That's why Sandy thought she was hurt. She probably was.

"Dad doesn't lose his temper with us very often, but when he does, his spankings are brutal. I don't think Carol had ever been spanked before. She saw me and Riekie get it a couple times, and that was enough for her. That's the first time any of us ever got it bare-ass that I know of, and the first time he ever hit one of the older kids.

"After Carol crawled upstairs, the boys didn't know what to do. They were scared Dad would go after them next. You know how it is when one kid gets punished, they all think they're gonna get it. Dad just sat in his chair drinking, so Iain snuck upstairs to ask Carol if she was OK. She was crying but told him not to worry about her. Sandy and him just stayed at the dining room table drawing and colouring where Dad could see them from his chair until we came in. Iain said Dad never paid them any attention. He's been sitting there drinking ever since. He's probably totally juiced by now."

"I have to talk to him, Bob."

"What's the point? He's probably too drunk now to make sense."

"I still hafta try, Bob. Something's fishy here."

"OK, but don't do anything stupid. You can't help Carol at all if you can't come here anymore."

"I'll try to hold my temper."

We had been talking quietly in the front porch, now I headed into the living room to beard the lion in his den. I told Bob to stay out and leave us alone. Bob Sr. was still sitting in his chair, a drink dangling limply in his hand. In his other, he held a wisp of material. I approached him.

He greeted me like an old army buddy.

"Well, well, Old Man! Quite a show, eh? I showed that little slut a thing or two! She'll never miss a slice off a cut loaf! Beautiful legs, but a lousy lay! You're well rid of her! I heard her screaming at you to leave her alone. By the feel of her, she's been whoring it up with every Tom and hairy Dick in town, or was it just you? She was wet before I ever touched her!"

I wanted to beat the living shit out of the drunken bastard right then and there, but was mindful of what Bob said, so I kept my wits and kept my fists to myself. Of course she was wet! She always was when she was happy with or about me! Another sign that until he got going, she was coming back to me! My eyes held his drunken ones steadily, enforcing the strength of my words and my reply was icy cold.

"A gentleman doesn't tell tales out of school, and I know you're lying about fucking your own daughter, so why the brag? From what I hear, what you did do is bad enough, but if I thought for one tenth of a second that you really had, you wouldn't be alive now to brag to me about it. If I ever find out that you really did rape her or ever lay a hand on her again, I will personally hunt you down. So now, tell me exactly what happened and I may remember I'm a gentleman."

He paled at my cold, flat statements, but thought he'd try me.

"Young man, you can't talk to me like that in my own house. You had better leave now."

I wasn't backing down.

"For now, this is just between us, but perhaps Dolly and the police would like to know what you claim to have done, eh, 'Old Man'?"

He really paled at that not so thinly veiled threat.

"No need for that, I think. I didn't do anything except feel her up a little. She was wet, I thought I excited her. My finger slid into her and I discovered she was no longer virgin. I lost my temper and gave her the spanking she deserved for being a tramp. The little boys saw the whole thing. When she recovered, she went to her room."

As I spoke my next words, I heard Dolly come in. She didn't hear most of our next exchange as she puttered in the kitchen, but she caught the tone, and she definitely heard what he said last.

"For your sake, and Carol Anne's, that better be true. She is no tramp or slut. She belongs to me. Remember what I said about hunting you down."

"Idle threats don't frighten me, young man. Well, if she 'belongs' to you, then I guess these are yours, too. Enjoy them. From what I heard from her just now, it will be an extremely long time, if ever, before you get to see or touch where they came from again."

He threw the wisp of cloth to me. It was her panties. I slipped them in my pocket as I replied. I destroyed Carol's torn panties the very next day. The memory associated with them was too painful.

"Hear me and hear me well. I do NOT make idle threats. As the Goddess is my witness that is a promise I WILL keep."

He had started to grin, but my words and my oath wiped it off his face. He snarled.

"You will leave my house now, and never return."

Dolly heard that last remark, and had a few things to say. I had never heard her raise her voice to him before, but it was obvious from his reaction that when she spoke to him like that, he better pay attention and mind. I wondered what hold she had on him. I never found out.

"Robert Scott! I have no idea what is going on between you two, but I live here too, and as long as I live here, or wherever we live, David is ALWAYS welcome. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Dolly."

"Good. You're drunk again. Get to bed."

He did as he was told.

'David? What is going on?"

I could have, and probably should have told her everything. Instead, I told just part of it.

'Dolly, Carol Anne was going to make up with me tonight. That's not my wishful thinking, it was going to happen. That's what she wanted to talk to me about before I went swimming. Now she's totally broken down, and it's over between us, this time for sure. Your husband has something to do with it. He said or did something tonight to turn her away from me again, and this time it's complete. He's been poisoning her mind against me since August. He told me last year he would break us up, now he's succeeded. I just decided to tell him what I thought about that. I'm sorry to have caused a disturbance in your home. I'll leave now."

"David, you're still welcome in my home. If you felt my husband was hurting you, it is your right to have it out with him. I don't see any bruises on either of you, so I guess your argument was civilized. I won't have violence in my home. You did well. Come back tomorrow, maybe Carol will be more reasonable then."

I thanked Dolly for her kind words, said good night to her, found Bob in the kitchen and said goodnight to him, too and went home. I had already suffered the biggest blow in my life when I first came home from camp and hadn't fully recovered from it when this latest blow fell, but I had been managing. You can only take so much pain before you become numb, which is how I felt now -- numb. Except the ache deep in my heart became permanent.

The next morning, I told my parents what had happened, and that Carol and I were finished for good it seemed and probably would never get back together. Mom said never was too long a time; someday we would get back together. She never gave up hope.

While I was talking to my parents, I had a revelation. Bob Sr. may not have actually raped Carol, but if he told her he had and she believed him, what would that do to her? She would probably react just the way she did and hide from me in her shame. Now I knew we were through, because there was no way she'd ever believe me if I tried to tell her he was lying about such a thing. He would have to tell her himself, and I couldn't see me making him do that any time soon. My threat to tell Dolly and the police rang hollow to me. It would be his word against mine — the decorated veteran versus the high school kid whose girl friend told him to take a hike. In her shame, Carol would probably deny it.

Today, allegations of sexual abuse are taken very seriously. In 1965, in small town Ontario, any complaint from me would have been looked at as sour grapes over a failed teenage relationship and treated accordingly. It would probably have made things worse for Carol. So, much as I wanted to help her, my hands were effectively tied.

I also began to believe what Mom had said about an evil around us. It seemed that just when we were getting things sorted out, something else happened. I thought it might be time to leave it alone but I still loved her, and since hope springs eternal, I'd still try to get her back. I just didn't like my chances.

I went back to the Scotts' early that afternoon. Carol was still holed up in her room. I went up to say hello, but she wouldn't reply. Bob Sr. had risen early and disappeared from the house. Dolly thought he simply went back to his job early to avoid further confrontations with me. I don't remember much else of that day or the next two. I went to school and kept my usual routine, including waiting for Dad at their house after football practice. Carol stayed in her room while I was there, and wouldn't go to school.

Wednesday, I had just got to the Scotts' when Bob Sr. arrived. When he saw me there, he frowned a bit, but he was very, almost overly, polite with me and solicitous of my well being. He was quite jovial with everyone.

He called a family meeting and I said I should leave to let them have their privacy. Dolly asked where would I go. Dad wasn't due for another hour and a half, so I stayed. Bob Sr. didn't object and even allowed as it would affect me too, so I should stay, it wouldn't take long. Carol even came downstairs for the meeting after Bob Sr. looked at me almost for permission, then went up and spoke to her through the door. I didn't hear what he said, but she at least came downstairs. She kept as far from me as she could. I thought she looked terrible the first time -- this was MUCH worse.

Carol had no life in her whatsoever. She shuffled when she walked. Her normally superb posture was gone, replaced by a slouched and curled stance like she was trying to make herself invisible to the whole world, not just me. Her shoulders were rounded and drooped as if carrying a huge load. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from constant tears. Her clothing was totally nondescript, sloppy and wrinkled like she slept in it. There were huge bags under her eyes and her hair had lost all its sheen. But it was what lurked inside those eyes that chilled me.

Carol's eyes had become flat, indifferent -- lifeless. They emanated utter despair, grief, deep soul-searing pain, hopelessness and something else I suspected was total shame. Her voice, when she spoke was flat and lifeless. The only time she spoke a complete thought was to ask her mother.

"Why is David here? I told him to go away. We're finished."

One thing I had noticed with this latest and apparently final breakup with Carol: she never stopped calling me 'David', and used my name quite frequently. I took this as her signal that this time it was definitely not me that was at fault, and the original reason for our breakup was resolved. Even in the midst of adversity, one can sometimes find a ray of sunshine. That was mine: I was still 'David', which meant there was love there, regardless of it being unreachable.

Dolly's answer was simple and almost brutal as if she had lost patience with Carol. If Dolly only knew!

"Carol, you may be finished with David, but he's still a friend to the rest of us. He is welcome, and can stay. You live here, but this is NOT your house to say who can visit and who cannot."

Carol flinched at her mother's words and remained silent.

Once we were all gathered at the dining room table, Bob Sr. dropped a bombshell. They were moving. He had put this house up for sale, and bought a brand new one in Don Mills, a new subdivision in Toronto. They would move in and take possession the first of October, now less than two weeks away! He claimed it was because he was tired of being away from home so much, and he could now spend as much time as possible with his family.

The family's reaction was less than overjoyed. No one wanted to move. Carol froze at the comment about spending more time with his family then her whole body simply slumped. I saw a flash of fear cross her face. She didn't say anything. Once all the grumbling was dispensed with the rest of the meeting was taken up with the details of the move, and I was asked if I would help them pack and load. Professional movers would do the bulk of it, but there was still a need for a strong back (and a weak mind... ).

After the meeting, I managed to get alone with Bob Sr. for a few minutes. He was very nervous. I spoke as coldly and pointedly as I could muster. I drew upon what I'd learned and seen from the officers at camp when they dressed down a defaulter. I made sure he understood me, and that I was not making any idle threats.

"I say this three times: Remember my promise. I know the real reason for this move is to get yourself and Carol Anne away from me. I'm not fooled for a minute. From her look of fear, she thinks similarly. You didn't have your way with her, I know that, but I'm almost positive you told her you did, and she believed you. You would be well advised to make your peace with her before this day is finished, with a promise you WILL keep, that what happened Saturday night will never happen again. If you ever want your daughter to regain a semblance of normality, you must do this, at least. Look at her! She's almost suicidal! And you did that to her! For her sake alone, you should really tell her that you didn't do anything other than beat her, but I don't think you will, because knowing she didn't shame herself would let her come back to me, and you won't allow that.

"Don't think for a minute being in Toronto will protect you. Bob doesn't know everything, but he is very suspicious of your intents toward Carol, and has been for some time. He is watching you now. After today, he'll be watching you even closer. I think Dolly is suspicious at some level, too, and will be watching. If you try anything with Carol Anne, one or both will catch you, and at least one of them will tell me, and probably the authorities. Do you know what they do to incestuous rapists in the Pen? Ask my dad. He works there. That is, you might go to jail if I don't catch you first. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

If a family member reported him, it might be a lot different than a jilted boy friend's claim, so I used it.

Bob Sr. knew the significance of the three times preface to what I told him. His reply was clear and to the point.

"I understand three times. I have already made an overture to Carol, which is why she came to the meeting. There will not be a repetition of Saturday night, and she knows it."

"Good. You owe her that much, at least."

Just then, Dad blew the horn to let me know he was there. I grabbed my stuff, and said a quick goodbye to everyone. When I said goodbye to Carol, I blew her a kiss as I said, "Good night, Sweetheart. May the Goddess protect you. I love you."

She seemed to fold in on herself, as if my words hurt. She did speak once, though.

"See you, David."



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Chapter 42


In the last three weeks or so, beginning the last week of August, my life had been utterly destroyed. The loves of my life had literally been driven from me through the actions of one man, their father. A year of love and marriage was gone and it seemed there was no hope of ever getting it back. Riekie, my blonde wife of so much promise, had been driven away by acrimony. Carol Anne, my first love and my first wife, had been poisoned against me. Just when we were on the very brink of retrieving that, her father struck again, brutally, damaging her very soul in the process. Carol couldn't come back to us now, even if she wanted to. Carol was now irretrievably lost to me, and thus, Riekie was too.

Our rule was simple, based on our belief that it took all three of us to form the marriage. Losing one meant losing all. With Carol's soul damaged, we could no longer even hope, save for a miracle, and that item wasn't even in inventory.

After Riekie moved out, I had no direct contact with her. Her last letter told me if I called she would not answer or return my calls. If I wrote, she would not reply. I did write, but wasn't sure if she even opened them. I liked to think she did, because her leaving was not my doing, and in that last letter, she re-affirmed her love. I was devastated by Riekie's sudden departure, but could accept it to a certain extent because I knew that somewhere out there, there was a beacon of pure love that shone just for me.

My letters to Riekie always expressed my undying love for both her and Carol, and I tried to keep her up-to-date on what was happening. I didn't tell her about Bob Sr. trying to rape Carol. That would be too much for her to bear with her heavy university work load. I'm sure she would have felt guilt at not being there to protect Carol, but I think it would have happened anyway. Riekie didn't need that burden. I did tell her we came within a hair's breadth of reconciling but something terrible happened, and Carol was lost to us. Riekie never replied to my letters and eventually I stopped sending them

To add insult to injury, now the whole Scott family was moving away, ostensibly to put them closer to him, but I knew it was to get Carol away from me and to himself. Her only protection from him once they relocated, was my promise to hunt him down if he ever tried a thing like that again. He had appeared to take me seriously. Bob was watching him, and as they got old enough to understand, the little boys would too. They had seen what he did, and it scared them.

To be sure, though my life, marriage and love lay in ruins, I still functioned. I went to school and played football and worked with the cadets, but I was just going through the motions. The spark was gone.

The last week and a half of September, 1966 are a blur to me to this day. Most of the last quarter of that year except for a few notable points, is a blur.

I remember helping the Scotts pack to move. I remember Carol's haunted look; it's burned in my mind, my heart, my soul. My heart was broken, not by her, but for her. I simply DO NOT remember the day they actually moved. It is a total blank to me. One day the Scotts were in that house, the next day they were gone. For years afterward I avoided that street and that house. It's an office now, and I occasionally have business there. The interior is almost unrecognizable now, but it still haunts me.

Bob and I kept in contact by phone, but it wasn't the same. We didn't have the daily contact of school and our joint hobby projects, so our contacts were somewhat infrequent. Whenever we did talk, he gave me news of Riekie and Carol. Carol had recovered enough to more or less function, but was just a shell. She seemed to bury herself in schoolwork and had no social life. Dolly saw Riekie fairly frequently. The aunts didn't live that far from the new house in Don Mills, so Dolly was able to visit often. Bob said Riekie only came to the new house once when neither Carol nor her father were there. Riekie was doing well in university and seemed to be thriving. She didn't go out with boys, but did have a couple new friends she went to movies with occasionally.

In November, I got a call from Bob that shook my world again. Tante Kit, that beautiful, vibrant woman, was killed in a traffic accident. Did I want to go to the funeral? I hadn't seen her in over a year, but the connection with the Koorstis family was still strong in my heart, so I said I would. Bob told me to take a bus to Toronto and I could go with them. The funeral was to be held in the small town near the cottage, because she was to be buried in the cemetery where Oma and Opa planned to be interred themselves. We would all go together.

I took the bus and Dolly picked me up at the terminal. She was devastated by Kit's sudden death, and talked constantly about her. I hadn't seen any of them in over a month. When I met Carol, she still looked like Hell. She greeted me, but we had no other conversation that day. She retired to her room, coming out only for supper, and she just picked at that. Bob was Bob. We had a little fun playing with his latest slot-racers, really hot little numbers that were so fast they wouldn't take the curves in the track. The little guys were really glad to see me, and delighted in showing me their new room. Despite her grief, Dolly fussed over me like the prodigal son. Bob Sr. was cool, but civil. I felt strange and awkward and hardly slept that night. The new house was big enough they had a guest room, so I didn't bunk with Bob like we used to in the old house.

We drove to the town by the cottage the next day, all of us in the big wagon. Carol and I were forced to be in the same confined space for over two hours. She rode in the back seat with the two boys. Bob and I had the middle one, and of course Bob Sr. and Dolly rode up front. We arrived just in time for the service.

Needless to say, the funeral service was very sad. Oma and Opa looked very old. Having a child die before a parent is difficult to say the least, and I think it ages them quickly. Tante Pie and Tante Jo were obviously devastated, but Pie seemed especially inconsolable. Riekie went with the aunts. The only bright spot was when she saw me enter the church, Riekie smiled at me.

After the service, we went to the cemetery for the committal. We all gathered round the open grave. Whether someone of the family maneuvered us, or we did it unconsciously ourselves, Riekie, Carol and I found ourselves standing close together during the interment, Carol on my right and Riekie on my left, their usual positions before these bad times.

It was an extremely emotional time for everyone. Tante Pie was incoherent with grief, and had to have a chair brought for her because she couldn't stand. Tante Jo stood at her side, weeping, and held her tight. Dolly held her parents close, their bodies wracked with sobs. Carol and Riekie weren't in much better shape, Carol particularly after what she'd been through the last couple months

Without thinking, I slid an arm around each of them to offer support and consolation. Carol stiffened at the contact, but didn't move away. I pulled her a little closer to increase the contact, but she remained stiff. Her hand came up and grasped mine. She held tight, but never leaned into me and stared straight ahead. Riekie stiffened at my touch at first, too, but soon softened, and moved in closer on her own. I felt the warmth of her body next to me. She even leaned her head a little on my shoulder.

As the graveside service ended, Riekie broke the contact first, to go to the aid of Tante Pie. As she broke away with a small apology, she reached up, brushing her hand across my face. Her eyes were very sad. She kissed me lightly on the lips and murmured, "I love you." Then she was gone to attend to a completely distraught Tante Pie.

Carol maintained the stiff contact for a few more seconds then stepped away. She turned to face me, but wouldn't make full eye contact. She, too, reached and gave me a small kiss on the lips. I wanted to crush her in my arms, but knew better than to even try. She spoke softly, her eyes sad, haunted. There was no life in them, just pain, grief and despair. I'm sure the view from her side was similar.

"David, you're a good person, probably the best I'll ever know. I know you never cheated on us. I knew that before we left and wanted to make up, but something happened to change me. I'm not who or what you thought I was anymore. I'm changed, and not for the good. You deserve someone better than me. Please get on with your life."

"Carol Anne, I..."

She put her hand on my lips. We both had tears in our eyes, and not from the funeral.

"I know, David. Don't say it. I can't take it. It hurts too much."

"Then let me say this. Somehow, someway, you must at least make some amends with Riekie. You're still sisters, and you must repair that at least."

"I'll try, but we both need a little more time."

The trip back to Toronto and the rest of my stay until I left the next day were an agony for me. To have been so close to both of My Girls, My Wives, and yet so far away was almost too much to bear. I was left only with the bittersweet memory of two light, sweet kisses. If I wasn't before, Carol's words at the grave side left me totally crushed and defeated.

That was the last time I saw the Koorstis family, and the last time I saw the Scotts all together. I didn't see Carol and Riekie for another two years.

1966 drew to a close. Christmas that year was painful for me. Christmas Eve, the anniversary of our truest Old Ways wedding, I holed up in my room and cried myself to sleep, holding their old work clothes to my face. I could still smell them. And yet, even as I wept, I thought I could feel two beams of love shining faintly from the west, one a little brighter and purer; the other held pain.

New Year's 1967, was no better. The previous New Year was one of the happiest times of my life. From that time on, those two holidays, until I married and had kids, were the saddest in the calendar for me, but I still felt those faint beams of love from the west, too. Someone else was remembering with me, I think. There were other times I felt those beams: my birthday in particular. Once or twice a year, it would just be one. A certain date in June always found me extremely sad.

1967 was Canada's centennial year. The whole country was excited and busy. All the activity helped me muddle through. The cadet corps was as busy as could be. We made a trip to Expo 67, the Montreal World's Fair. We had visits from several dignitaries including Prime Minister Pearson for whom we mounted ceremonial guards.

In the spring, Bob phoned me out of the blue. That had become a pattern. Since Tante Kit's funeral, we had really toned down the phone calls, and only called each other with either big news or occasionally on the spur of the moment.

Bob had big news. They were moving again, this time to Fort ChurchillManitoba. Bob Sr. had accepted a position directly with NASA. It wasn't the Apollo programme, but rather their high altitude and aurora borealis research project on the sub-arctic. They were moving to the polar bear capital of the world. As it turned out, Bob Sr. did very little in FortChurchill. He did go to work for the Apollo programme, and left the family basically stranded in the North while he lived and worked in Florida. Bob was happy for the move, looking at it as an adventure. To me, it put the kids totally beyond my reach. Bob said Carol was doing better, but still spent most of her time in her room.

In the summer, I went to Barbados on the cadet Commonwealth Exchange, that huge feather in my cap for RMC. Once again, I got a superb course report and evaluation. I thoroughly enjoyed the trip and the training. I wrote home every chance I got regaling the folks with tales from the tropics. There was no drinking age restriction in Barbados. As a result, I developed a taste for booze that would later come to haunt me — not seriously, but enough to make me think.

My friend Roy Searle went to Jamaica on the same programme. We spent some time together at CampPetawawa during our three week period before we moved out. Roy showed me several pictures of a very happy Patty, his family, and Patty's father and stepmother. There were several of both families together. Roy said he and Patty were getting married as soon as they graduated from high school next year. Her folks were going to help them financially until they finished college. Like me, Roy was going the ROTP route, but he was doing it through a civilian university so he could be near Patty. He said he owed me a huge debt, and someday he would find a way to repay it.

Academically, my Grade 12 year went better than it should have, considering the emotional trauma I'd gone trough at the beginning. When I was home, I immersed myself in the books. It helped me not to think too much. As a result, I once again made the Honours Society. I wouldn't be quite the scholar Riekie was, but I did OK.

Mom was true to her word. She found a healthy coven in a nearby city, and resumed her studies and training as a full priestess. Dad continued to work the farm and as a guard at the nearby penitentiary. Val and Heather were both traumatized by the loss of Carol and Riekie. Heather never could understand how her new sisters could be taken away just like that, and continued to love them and refer to her lost sisters. Val was pissed off with them at first, but eventually forgave them, and like Mom, never gave up hope we would find each other again someday.

Grade 13, my last year of high school began in September 1967. The workload was tough, but I did pretty well. When it came time to send out the university applications, I was only going to send out one, to RMC, but the guidance counselor suggested I send out more. He said nothing was guaranteed, so, following his advice, I sent one to Ryerson as well.

Ever since I broke up with the girls, my life was empty except for cadets, school, and my family. I didn't date or go out with the crowd. I functioned, and even appeared normal, but I knew I was just an empty shell going through the motions.

The fall of 1967, I became friends with another boy in my class, and we became very good friends. Because I had my driver's licence, I began driving my sister Val to her various social engagements. Rather than return home only to have to go back a few hours later, I started hanging out with her crowd. Val's friends were having a Christmas party at the home of one of the girls. Val had met my new friend Wayne once or twice, and asked me to bring him to the party to even up the number of boys and girls. Long story short, Val captured Wayne under the mistletoe and the rest, as they say, is history. They're still happily married.

I had fun with Val's friends, and although I had lots of offers from some very attractive young ladies, I remained celibate.

Bob phoned occasionally from FortChurchill but the phone service to there was sporadic, partly caused by the strange experiments the high altitude people were doing. We wrote a bit and he kept me posted. He phoned Christmas day, and we had quite a long conversation. Riekie was doing very well at U of T, and would finish her pre-med training this year, then on to full med school at the same university. She was on the honours list constantly. I was proud of my brilliant wife and asked Bob to pass it along.

Bob said Carol had suffered a setback in her emotional state during the move to the North. My suspicions aroused, and thinking I might have to go hunting, I asked if Bob Sr. had anything to do with it. Bob said, "No, only insofar as he made us move here and then stranded us while he moved to Florida to work on Apollo." He said Carol thought he'd moved them to the North just to punish her, and had cried in her room for three days straight before the move and for a week or more after. She finally settled in, though, and even seemed to enjoy the isolation of winter on Hudson's Bay. I asked him to wish her a Merry Christmas for me.

He did me one better and put Carol on the phone. We said hello, and exchanged Merry Christmas, and a little news. She said she was completing her Ontario curriculum by correspondence. FortChurchill didn't have a high school as such, and Manitoba only went to Grade 12. I told her I was applying to RMC as planned and it looked good. My course report from the previous summer was excellent, and so far my Grade 13 marks were well above minimum requirements. Still I was overjoyed just to hear her sweet voice. It was still a little lifeless, but I heard more inflection than a year ago.

Bob said the little boys weren't so little any more. Iain was doing very well in school, and Sandy seemed to thrive in the North (Sandy fell in love with the North and made it his life. In the words of Robert W. Service, he heard 'The Call of the Yukon.'). His mom was making the best of a bad situation, he said. She hated the isolation, especially in the winter, but had become active in the community.

Bob's call at Christmas was the last until the following fall. We still wrote occasionally, but I didn't hear much from him.

The winter of 1967-'68 was a hard one. We fought continuously to keep water on for the cattle. Dad was getting frustrated and said this was the last year for livestock. From now on it would be strictly cash crop. In the spring we sold off all the cattle and we never had a head of livestock on the place again until I took up breeding and raising Canadian horses many years later.

In April, the university acceptance letters came out. I got accepted to Ryerson first, but I wasn't that interested or prepared. I was counting on RMC and the military to pay my way through school. Finally a letter arrived from Kingston with the RMC crest on the envelope. The letter was short and to the point: 'We regret to inform you that your application has been declined.' There was no explanation and the letter clearly stated there was no appeal.

I went into shock and total mental shutdown. The one thing that had kept me going and focused after losing Carol and Riekie had been my long-standing goal of RMC and a military career. With this last blow, I finally came apart. I lost interest in everything. Cadets meant nothing anymore. I still went more out of habit than anything. My CO had me on the carpet a number of times for ragging out juniors over nothing. When he found out I'd been rejected by RMC, he sympathized, and even tried to find out why, but got stone walled.

I gave up on school and when the final exam results were posted, instead of being in the top ten percent where I usually was, I was in the bottom. Because my RMC hopes had been tied so closely to the girls, that old pain resurfaced and I went into a deep depression over them again. I'm afraid I drove my parents to distraction.

Dad finally had enough of my moping and tempers. He forced me to get myself together enough to fill out the OSAP application for a student loan and grant. He and Mom dug into their savings, and we got the first semester's tuition to Ryerson paid. He also made me get a summer job with the local National Park, so I could make some money to live on. My tuition may have been paid, but I still needed a place to stay and food on the table.

My summer job turned out to be better paying than I thought, and was also very interesting. If I'd had my wits about me, I'd have focused on it as a possible career alternative, but still lost in the depths of my self-pity and loss, I didn't think of it. Years later, after a myriad of false starts, I was back at it, and I'm still there.

By the end of August, ready or not, I was on my way to Toronto to my distant second choice in post-secondary education.



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Chapter 43


Late August 1968 found me in Toronto registering for an electronics engineering programme at Ryerson Polytechnical Institute. It wasn't a degree level course, but Ryerson was considered the very best in the country, and its graduates were the most sought after in the field. A single year of university at your leisure and discretion after graduation would get the coveted iron ring.

I wanted to make it work, but I was in such a tailspin, I really didn't have the heart. I split up with Carol and Riekie two years before almost to the day, but it felt like yesterday, thanks to being rejected by RMC. I really should have taken some time off, skipped school for a year and just tried to get my head back together, but I didn't.

The first few weeks, I did Ok. I went to class, did my homework, handed my labs in on time and tried to bury myself in the work. I went home every weekend. A family friend drove back and forth every week to Toronto. For the price of splitting the gas costs, I got to eat home cooking. Around the end of September, Bob called from Winnipeg, of all places. He said he was going to university there, but didn't like the programme. He was thinking of dropping out and changing over to one of the community colleges. Being a hands-on type, he wanted less theory and more practical.

Bob said the whole family had moved down to Winnipeg from FortChurchill after Dolly gave Bob Sr. an ultimatum, and Bob thought the end of that marriage was near. Bob Sr. had caved in and moved the family to Winnipeg, but still spent most of his time in Florida, even though his NASA contract wasn't renewed.

Riekie had started full medical school at U of T, and Carol was in Toronto attending OCA. At least the girls got their career choices! I still didn't know the full perfidy of my enemy, and just wondered which of the Fates I had pissed off so badly. Bob said the girls were back on speaking terms, but still weren't close, although they were close enough o live together with the aunts. I thought if anybody could get them fully reconciled as sisters at least, it would be the aunts, that is, if they had recovered from their own loss. He said Carol was still very depressed, but could smile occasionally. I thought he was exaggerating how poor her mental state was. I felt for sure by now Bob Sr. would have told her the truth and let her heal.

I told Bob about being rejected by RMC and that I was attending Ryerson in Toronto. He said he was sorry to hear about RMC, he knew how much I'd wanted it. Like me, he was mystified how I could be rejected based on my early high marks and my excellent course reports. When I told him I was going to school in Toronto, he thought it would be a good opportunity to contact the girls and at least re-open communications. He even gave me the aunts' telephone number.

Bob's call, far from being helpful, just struck that sore nerve. Telling him about RMC and finding out both my wives were in the same city was too much. Of course, I'd known where Riekie was all along, and if I'd thought for a minute she'd give me even the time of day, I'd have looked her up. Now his suggestion I call them and reopen old wounds did just that by itself.

I went back to Toronto that Sunday night thoroughly depressed and feeling sorry for myself. I went downhill fast. I got in with a drinking crowd, and started partying hard and fast. I burned up a lot of cash on booze and started smoking. I spent most nights of the week drunk and the next day hung over so badly I started cutting classes. The booze and my self-pity were an insidious combination. I only felt human when I was drinking.

After more than a month on this path to self-destruction, I got a belly full of 'Dutch courage' one night, and called the girls. My last communication from Riekie had been that if I called, she wouldn't answer or return my calls. Tante Pie answered the phone and recognized my voice straightaway. She was very friendly and glad to hear from me. I asked to speak to Riekie or Carol. She said Carol had a late class and wasn't home yet, but Riekie was. I expected Riekie to say she wasn't taking my calls, so imagine my surprise when she came on the line! We exchanged pleasantries and she suggested the three of us get together on some neutral ground. Tante Jo heard that, and yelled their house was neutral ground, and to invite me over. Riekie said Ok, but she had to check with Carol and could she call me back. I gave her my number, and we hung up.

About an hour later, I was a little more the worse for wear when the phone rang. It was Riekie. She said Carol agreed to see me at the aunts' and was tomorrow night convenient? I said sure, got the address, and once again we hung up. I got very drunk that night. Hearing Riekie's voice not once, but twice sounding friendly for some reason upset me a great deal. I guess I thought she should be nervous with me. In my drunken stupors, I had begun blaming her for running away. When I was fully sober, I knew it wasn't so simple, and there had been other forces in play.

The next night, I needed some more 'Dutch courage' to go over there and meet them. It wasn't far from me, just a short hop on the subway. When I got there I was mostly sober, and almost turned away at the door, but managed to ring the bell. Tante Pie answered the door and gave me a hug of welcome. She led me in to meet my girls.

The first thing I noticed was they were both still wearing their rings, lockets and bracelets.

The next thing I noticed was they were still as beautiful as ever, except Bob was right about Carol. She still looked haunted. Her eyes weren't red from crying like the last few times I'd seen her, but there was an emptiness there that frightened and saddened me. It was like the lights were on, but nobody was home. She smiled, but it was a mechanical smile like you see on tour guides. Some how I knew it wasn't just me that got that smile — it was for any situation that socially required one. Carol's voice when she greeted me was almost featureless. I knew Bob Sr. had never told her the truth, and that someday I was going to hunt down and maim or kill the son of a bitch that did this to her. When Tante Pie called us to dinner, Carol moved like she carried a great burden.

Riekie looked a lot better. She seemed brighter than Carol, and carried herself with a self confidence I liked. That quiet inner strength I'd seen in her over two years ago was manifesting itself nicely. But her eyes lacked a certain lustre, too. Hers weren't haunted, just pained with a sense of longing. I thought if I could see mine, I would see something similar in mine. The last two years had obviously not been easy on her, either, and had left their mark. Her greeting was more normal than Carol's, her voice having life and texture.

The third thing I noticed was I still loved these two wonderful creatures beyond reckoning. I had thought I was over the worst of it. Not by a long shot! I realized it would take many years to recover from the loss of these two, if ever.

That's when the evening started to go downhill. It started out fine enough. We made small talk catching up on the comings and goings of various family members until dinner was served. The aunts offered me a drink which I accepted. The booze loosened my tongue, and I was able to talk more freely. They kept my glass full. At dinner, they served wine and again my glass was kept full. By the time dinner was over, I had quite a skin full. The after dinner drinks put me over the edge. The girls had refused the before dinner drinks, but did have wine with their dinner.

Riekie noticed me getting drunker by the minute and suggested I ease up a bit. Good advice, and I might have taken it, but then she said I reminded her of her father when he was drunk. I was already thinking about killing him on sight from the condition Carol was in. Being compared to him set me off on a rant about that useless bastard and what I'd like to do to him. I was just drunk enough, I didn't make any sense. I got very loud and obnoxious and made a hell of a scene. I scared them and they left the room. I knew I had really put my foot in it and that it was time to leave, and let these girls be. Tante Pie wouldn't let me go on the subway in my condition and drove me home. She didn't seem upset with me, just sad. I was sure I'd seen the last of the girls forever.

Oddly enough, that wasn't the last. They called me a couple days later and asked me out to dinner at a restaurant. We talked and had some laughs, and I got pissed again, but I didn't go off on a rant this time. I just got maudlin over not being accepted to RMC, which was the first they'd heard of it. They thought I'd changed my mind and gone to Ryerson on my own. The evening wasn't a total loss like the previous one, but it was far from a success as well. We did make arrangements to meet again, and that night, I was half in the bag when they got there. We had dinner, but the girls said they each had a hard day coming, and needed to get to bed, so they left early. I knew damn well I drove them away with my drinking and self-pity. I got royally pissed after they left. I don't remember how I got home.

The next morning, the phone ringing just about took the top off my pounding head. My mouth felt like the whole Russian army had walked through in their sock feet. When I finally got the God-awful noise of ringing stopped by answering it, Riekie was on the other end. She wanted to meet me for lunch. I wasn't sure if I could be well enough to do it, but said Ok. I lit a smoke, and poured out some hair of the dog.

When I met Riekie at lunchtime, I knew I looked a fright. I was totally disheveled and reeked of stale booze. My head still hurt, my breath reeked, and my guts churned. I wasn't able to eat very much. Riekie came to the point quickly.

"David. What happened to the strong, mature, responsible person I fell in love with and that everyone else admired so much? Where did this weak individual wallowing in self pity come from? I don't know you any more.

"You need to get a grip on yourself. People lose career chances every day, and still keep going. It's not the end of the world. David, I still love you, but the way you are now, you won't live another five years. I'm not saving myself for a dead man or a drunk, and someday you're going to need to be there for Carol Anne."

I wasn't ready to be lectured just yet. I knew she was right about my self-destructive behavior. I kicked myself for it every day, then fell right back into it. What I needed was incentive and answers. I let my booze addled brain do the talking.

"Riekie, you don't know the half of anything about me anymore. It isn't just the RMC thing. That was just the last straw, and it hurts because I tied that plan to you and Carol Anne. You don't lose a marriage and the two people you love twice in two weeks then have the only other anchor in your life jerked out without taking some damage. It's just taken two years for it to show. I was doing fine here, until Bob called and told me you were both here. To be so close to you and yet so far has been the hardest thing I've had to bear in some time. So don't be ragging on Superman because his cape's a little loose. He hasn't lost it completely.

"I'll ask you a question. Where were you when I needed you? You ran out on me, leaving only a letter, and refusing to even talk to me. If you'd have hung in, or even allowed communication we stood a very good chance of working it out with Carol Anne. Even if you couldn't stay in that house, you could've gone to the farm. You'd have been there to explain exactly what happened and I'd have been better equipped to deal with the machinations of your father, who, by the way, I am going to personally destroy someday. So don't be getting on my case because I feel sorry for myself two years after winning a battle and losing the war. You have some explaining to do of your own."

She was taken aback by my little speech.

"What do you mean you lost us twice in two weeks?"

Her question just set me off again.

"The first started when you left without notice or explanation. A letter, regardless of how hard you might think it would be in person, doesn't cut it with me. You wounded me to the quick, Riekie. You cut me to the core. Even Carol Anne, in her pain, made worse by your leaving, stayed and faced me to tell me it was over. Yeah, I broke down and bawled my eyes out like a baby and felt all empty inside, but I was Superman, and I hung in there. I fought back, with the help of Bob, and won Carol Anne back. We were within a couple hours of total reconciliation, but I had a date with the boys and she insisted I keep it.

"That's how the second and most total break came to happen. If I'd have stayed and talked to her instead of going out with Bob and our friends, we'd all be happily back together now. Your father said or did something terrible while we were out that crushed Carol Anne completely so she became what you see today, the shell of a person. If I'd listened to my better judgment that day, and if you'd been there still, it wouldn't have happened.

"I didn't let that get me down completely, either, but then your father moved the family away. I knew what he was up to. We all did, but were powerless to stop him. Even with you there, I doubt we could have stopped the move, but if all three of us were together, we could have done something, even if it was to finally go it on our own.

"But I didn't and you weren't so here we are now, three lost souls trying to find each other again and it doesn't look good. Carol is so damaged, it will take years, I think, maybe more than we have, for her to realize her own self worth again. Only one person other than herself can free her, and he isn't about to any time soon. I know it's not me that hurt her, and so does she. She calls me David, and that's how I know. I'm as much a victim as she.

"So don't be giving me shit because I feel a little sorry for myself. You're doing it too, but by burying yourself in your school. I could have done that too, if things had been different. What makes you so special that you were able to make it into your lifetime dream and use it to help you survive? I not only met the requirements, I exceeded them. Why was I rejected? Too many questions for this boy, now Riekie. Too many questions, and finally I broke under the weight of them and a love that eats me up everyday. Is that so bad? That I finally proved to be human?"

Riekie was close to tears, but hung in there.

"I had no idea, David. I knew it would hurt you for me to leave, but there were other things happening too. Perhaps the all or none rule was too severe, but that's what you saw, and we all accepted it. I still can't tell you, but someday you'll know, I promise. I never knew you were so close to getting us back. I wondered why Carol was so badly off. When I left she was angry and hurt, but nothing like now. What did my father do to her, David?"

"You obviously never read my letters, or you'd have known how close we came. You never said you wouldn't read them, just you wouldn't reply. You probably threw them in the trash as soon as they came in. I can't tell you what he did to Carol Anne. It's no longer my place. Both of you have cut yourselves off from me. If you want to know, ask her, but I doubt she'll tell you, and he certainly won't."

"No, I still have those letters, I just never opened them. I think maybe I will now. Oh, David, I'm so sorry for not being there for you. I was scared and hurt and very angry. Yes, I guess I did run away, but now I'm stronger and I want to make things right some day. I have promises to keep, and now a sister who needs me as a sister to help her heal. I guess we all need some more healing."

"Yes. Riekie, we all need it. It's going to be harder than we imagine. I'm totally alone, now. At least you and Carol Anne have each other on some level. Even the Power that once guided us has left me, and what's left in its place seems determined to keep us apart. Maybe someday the Power will reassert itself. Mom thinks so, but I'm not hopeful. Some days I think I might just as well curl up and die."

"Well, I'm not about to do anything so senseless! I have a life and a career, even if it is on my own. And if you do decide to end it all with drinking and being stupid, I think you should at least consider other people first, like you used to do. This may sound strange, and a real turn of the topic, but your genes are too valuable to lose. Even if fate conspires to keep us apart so we can't have children like we hoped, perhaps there is a way to save a part of you for others.

"Do me a favour will you? I work at a fertility clinic as part of my placement training. They need sperm donors. They pay, and it's totally anonymous. Surely you can donate some of his Precious Stuff so some childless couple can have a child that has the benefit of your genes, and will be wanted, even if you're gone, having drank yourself to death."

This rather abrupt turn in the conversation floored me, but it did get us off what could become an interminable round that could only end in bitterness and rancor, which neither of us wanted. I didn't know what to say, but I was also broke, thirsty and the rent was due. Finally, after several seconds of silence while I adjusted to the turn in the talk and wrapped my head around what she was asking, I asked the question.

"How much do they pay?"

"Fifty dollars per sample. We like to get a minimum of three samples per donor."

Fifty bucks for jerking off in a test tube? That was found money! But I still had some qualms.

"Sounds interesting, I could use the cash. Poor broken down student and all that, but it would be embarrassing to the nth degree to just walk in off the street and jerk off in a test tube."

"We try to ease the embarrassment. It's very professional without any tittering or off-colour remarks. We stress how much good we're doing for people who can't have children on their own and who desperately want them. The clinic actually counts on students for most of their samples. They recognize two things. Students are young, virile and potent AND they're usually in need of funds. The clinic gets the best of available semen, and the students get much-needed money. It's a win-win situation."

"Ok. I'll think about it, do you have a card?"

"Yes, and if it's any easier for you, I work every day from nine to noon. I just came from there. If you do decide to help the clinic out, they only allow one sample per donor per day. You and I know you're capable of more than that, but they want the most viable samples they can get."

She handed me the card. I knew I'd do it, but only for her. Despite my eagerness to make some easy money, I wasn't comfortable with the prospect.

"I understand. I seem to recall giving you girls a mini lecture on the subject one time. If I do it at all Riekie, it will be for you, and you must be my contact person. If they try to put me off to a generic handler or whatever they're called, I'll leave."

"That won't be a problem. When you come into the clinic, if you don't see me, ask. Many donors are brought in by direct personal referral of a staff member. That contact is always respected. You will be no different. I'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible."

We finished our lunch, or rather she did. I couldn't eat yet. She had to get back to class and left soon after.

The next day, I was there by ten and found Riekie. I'd do it for her and the money, but only for her. Riekie had me sign a release, handed me the sample bottle and showed me where to do my thing. She made small talk and tried to put me at ease. There were porn magazines to aid the process. I hadn't needed magazines in a long time. Since the breakup, I hadn't had the urge very often, but every now and then, a memory would go the right way and I'd need relief.

My heart may have been broken almost beyond repair, but I was still only nineteen, with all the hormones in place. Whenever I needed that relief, all I had to do was recall one of my sessions with either or both of my girls, and I got off quickly and copiously. Riekie made a crack just before she left me to my own devices about wanting to see his Precious Stuff again, but never expected to do so under these conditions. That remark made me think of the New Year's Day when she sat on my cock in the stable. I got rock hard very quickly, and almost filled the sample bottle in short order.

I returned the sample to her, and got my money. She stared at the sample longingly, shook her head and laughed.

"I'd almost forgotten how much you can produce. The clinic got its money's worth today."

I made three more trips to the clinic. Each time she made a remark that made me think of an incident with one of them, and I'd produce a large sample quickly. I would have made more trips, but on the fourth day, she said her placement was over that day. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back without her there. Thus ended my one and only experiment with a sperm bank.

Riekie, Carol and I got together a few more times after that. I was on my best behaviour, too. I didn't drink around them, and tried not to smoke. I took Riekie's concern seriously and was starting to clean up my act. Regardless of my defense, she had made me think, and if there was a hope, however faint of getting back with them, I had to be healthy, both physically and mentally. After all, she had said, "I'm not saving myself for a dead man."

It was getting close to Christmas break with exams. I'd blown off so many classes the exams were just a formality. I knew I wouldn't be back after Christmas. I saw the girls one more time before I went home at break. I told them both I loved them. Carol cringed. Riekie just said she knew. Neither one of them replied in kind. I told Riekie if she saw a letter from me, please read it, because it might contain important information. She said she was still reading the old ones because she realized there was more in them than just lover's drivel. I got a small kiss from both of them before I left.

That was the last time I saw them, until I saw Carol at Dolly's funeral. I wrote Riekie occasionally while she was still in school, but after a while that stopped too.



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Chapter 44


The next years were basically a lost cause for me. I gave up on my education completely. Who cared, anyway? I bummed around for a year around home, picking up odd jobs, but not doing anything worthwhile with my life. I still heard from Bob now and then. He told me Carol had dropped out of OCA at the end of her first year, and like me, seemed to just wander aimlessly through life.

After a year, I finally started to come around a bit, and looked seriously for a job with a future. I got hired by Northern as a Central Office installer, and found the work enjoyable. My first pay cheque repaid Dad for the now useless wedding rings I'd bought my girls.

As a Central Office installer, I was sent literally all over the country on jobs. I loved the technical aspect of the job and the traveling. It lasted two years. Usually I worked on the switching side of the CO's we installed, but occasionally would be required to work on the power side. Because of the electrical hazard involved, we weren't allowed to wear jewelry. On one particular job I'd taken off my wedding ring and put it in my locker. Someone broke into several of the staff lockers that day, and mine was one. I couldn't find my ring, and assumed it was one of the stolen items. I was pissed off at the company for its lack of security and really pissed at the thought that whatever had conspired to take my marriage to Carol and Riekie had finally finished the job by taking my ring too.

I went into another tailspin and left Northern and lost another promising career. I wandered from dead-end job to dead-end job, looking for something I couldn't find. I tried the dating game, and had a few relationships, but nothing worked. They were all nice girls, but it always ended when they said I was a nice person who made them feel good, but they knew my heart wasn't in it.

I did make some very good friends along the way, and they often helped me over some rough times when I'd let myself slip into despondency and despair. Another Bob emerged as my number one best friend. He still is. We've 'been through the wars' together.

Mom and Dad were the foundation to which I clung. In 1970, they adopted my third sister, Joan. I was smitten by the little eight year old waif, and we developed a very close relationship. She was very rebellious and moved out at the young age of sixteen. She lives in another city now, and we hardly ever see each other. She knows of my girls only from the stories she's heard.

Mom stayed with the new coven she found and completed her training as a priestess. She gradually withdrew from active work in that coven and took up a life of reflection and contemplation at home. Having three new grandchildren in Montreal took up a lot of her time, too. Val married my friend Wayne when he graduated college and she finished high school. He found work in the new high tech field of computer programming and they moved to Montreal. Heather was still at home until the late seventies when she married her own high school sweetheart. They moved in with my uncle across the road from the farm and started a family. They had three boys.

Bob Scott and I kept up sporadic contact. He never finished college either, and tried his hand at various jobs and businesses in the Winnipeg area. Riekie graduated from U of T and took up a position with the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg. Carol never finished college either, although Bob said she tried again a couple times. She finally settled down into a job as a legal secretary, and worked at it for several years. She made pretty good money, but never spent it on anything, he said. During the early and mid seventies, neither woman dated. Riekie claimed she was too busy and Carol just wasn't interested.

In 1976 I met a sweet little girl who seemed different somehow. She was tiny and beautiful. Her features could only be described as 'elfin'. Looking at her, the word 'pixie' often came to mind. I felt my quest of the last eight years might finally be over. I courted her, and we got married in 1977. I called Bob Scott the day we got married and told him my good news. He was glad for me, and said he'd let the rest of the family know.

When Bob called that Christmas, he told me Riekie was getting married to another doctor, and they were opening a practice together, although she was still continuing her work with the University. Bob didn't care for him much, saying he was 'odd' and described him as a 'cold, sexless workaholic'. He said this guy Rick, was several years older than Riekie, and had never been married before himself. Bob thought he was marrying Riekie for her credentials and eye candy value, sort of a 'trophy wife' as Bob described it. It was the first time I ever heard that term. Bob's very vocal distaste for Riekie's fiancé was unusual for him, but he was a pretty good judge of character, and if he thought this guy was a dud, Riekie had better watch her back. I felt a twinge of the old pain at the news about Riekie, especially with Bob's concern about her fiancé, but who was I to say anything, being already married and otherwise out of her life.

Carol wasn't seeing anyone just then, but had been dating casually. I wondered how she was doing, and if she was finally through her nightmare. I hoped so. Dolly and Bob Sr. had finally split. He was living permanently in Florida, and Dolly kept the house in Winnipeg.

During our courtship, the closest Diane and I got to physical contact was a rather chaste good night kiss. Diane was a wonderful girl, but she seemed fragile somehow. She exuded a natural sensuality I'd only seen twice before, but our sex life in the first few years of our marriage was less than satisfactory. She didn't seem to want it, and it appeared she only had sex to perform her wifely duty. It wasn't until she got pregnant with our first child that some of her latent sexuality emerged, but even then she was reserved, and when she had an orgasm, she acted guilty.

Despite the problems with sex, we were relatively happy together, and had an otherwise open relationship with few secrets. She knew about all my girl friends, including Carol, but she didn't know anything more than she was very, very special. She knew about Riekie, too, but never quite made the connection. She seemed to think I dated Riekie for awhile after I broke with Carol, and that we had become special friends. I could have told Diane everything, but it was just too painful for me. I had tried to bury that part of my past the day Carol's ring disappeared. I wouldn't tempt that evil by revealing too much. It might decide to take this last tiny bit of joy I'd found.

Rhiannon, our oldest, was born in January of 1979. When she came along, I felt something I hadn't in years, and began to believe maybe the past was behind me. Once again I called Bob Scott with my good news and told him I had felt something I hadn't in years, as if the old Power had stirred. Once again, he said he'd pass along my good news, and was particularly pleased at my reference to the Power. He said Riekie and her husband Rick were too busy to have kids and didn't plan to have any soon. His distaste for the man showed in just the way he said his name. Carol had taken a job in Calgary and was dating a nice guy out there, who Bob said he liked a lot. Bob thought they were fairly serious and might get married.

With the birth of Rhiannon, my old melancholy at Christmas and the New Year waned. I still felt twinges on those old anniversaries, and thought I could still feel those beams of love faintly glowing from the west. It helped that Rhiannon's birthday coincided with the anniversary of Riekie's first private day, and made the pain of that old memory fade almost, but not completely away.

Late that summer, out of the blue and unannounced, Bob Scott showed up on my doorstep with his wife, Margaret. They'd been married over a year, and he'd never said a word. Typical of him, aside from what he was doing in the work world, he hadn't told me anything of his personal life. They were back east on a business trip. Diane had heard so much about Bob, she didn't think he was real until she met him.

Bob brought news that Riekie had just announced she was pregnant, despite their decision not to have any kids soon, and said Rick was strangely dispassionate about what should have been good news. He still thought Rick was 'odd' and wondered why Riekie stayed with him. I reminded him she was pregnant, so there must be something there. He reluctantly agreed, but he still didn't like Rick. Bob said any time there was a family function Rick refused to attend, saying he was too busy with work, even at Christmas. It was like he didn't want to have anything to do with Riekie's family, and that just set Bob against him even more. Again, unusual for him, Bob went on quite a rant about Rick until Margaret, seeing my discomfort at talking so much about Riekie steered him on to another topic.

Bob also informed me Carol had just married her boy friend in Calgary. His name was Ben, and apparently he was a very nice guy. In contrast to his obvious and vocal dislike of Rick, Bob liked Ben a lot, and they had become good friends, despite the distance between them. He said Ben was quite a bit older than Carol, was a widower, and had some health problems of his own. He had two boys from his first marriage, but they were almost grown. He thought Ben was good for Carol, and was very protective of her. Bob didn't go on much about Carol aside from his news. He knew talking about Carol, especially, was an extremely painful subject for me.

During the first three years Diane and I were married, I still didn't have a good job. I worked at two poor-paying jobs to keep a roof over our heads. In the spring of 1980, with Rhiannon just a year old, one of the jobs suddenly ended. We were broke and would soon be on the street so Mom and Dad took us in. Losing that dead-end job was a blessing in disguise. By moving back to the farm, I was in the perfect position when a job opened up with the national park I'd worked at the summer of 1968. It was a decent paying job with a future, and to top it off, I loved the work. Dealing with the public on a daily basis as a 'tourism professional' and the technical aspects of the work appealed to some part of me, and I progressed rapidly. The hours in the operating season were very long but the pay was amortized so that we had the winters off with full pay. This allowed me to pursue hobbies and work on the farm. We heated with wood so the time off in the winter allowed me to cut all our firewood.

Life on the farm and the job became very good for us. I still heard from Bob Scott occasionally. After their visit the year Rhiannon was born, he and Margaret moved to Vancouver. He got a good job with the local cable company and did very well. Riekie had twin girls in January and seemed content. Carol's husband owned a construction company and was doing very well in the Calgary oil patch boom times. It sounded like Carol finally had a certain measure of happiness and security. The little boys were completing college. Iain would be taking up a position in the emerging high tech industry in the U.S., and Sandy was returning to the North he loved so much.

Contact with Bob became even more sporadic. I called him when Jenny was born on New Year's Day, 1984 to pass along my good news. He said his dad had retired and moved to 'some sort of hippie commune' in the Queen Charlotte Islands with a much younger woman. She left him for a man her own age shortly after they moved. Bob didn't sound very impressed with his father.

My dad retired from the Pen in 1983. Diane and I bought the farm from them, and they built a new house across the lane in our old pine bush. They were still rocks I clung to, and Mom's faith in the Goddess never wavered. Mom and Dad were especially close to my kids, from living with us, and then from living right next door. After they built the new house, Rhiannon was there almost as much as she was home.

I don't know why, but whenever I heard from Bob, I always told them, sometimes calling them as soon as I got off the phone. Mom always enquired very closely about the girls and especially Carol. I had kept them up-to-date on every development with them since the big split, including Carol's breakdown and seeming years of despair. Even after all these years, Mom and Dad still loved those girls as their own, and Mom never doubted somehow we would get back together even after all three of us were married, and two of us had our own children. I sometimes wondered if Mom lived in the real world.

My old cadet friend Roy Searle kept in touch, too. I got a Christmas card from Patty and him every year, with photos of their four kids, and they visited us at the farm a few times. Patty never let me forget what I'd done for them, and made sure Diane knew the whole story. Roy did very well in the army, and got several plum postings. He never pushed me as to why I didn't follow through with my own career plans or why I never really looked into why I was rejected.

In the fall of 1984, Diane's father, Pete, passed away suddenly of a heart attack. It was a hectic few days for us, but their family had never been close, and Diane's lack of emotion at the funeral didn't seem all that strange at the time. The only one she seemed close to was her older sister. Pete was actually her stepfather. He married her mother when Diane was just little, and had been the only real father she and her older sister Judy had ever really known. Their biological father still lived in the same town, but they had absolutely no contact with him.

Pete never adopted Diane and her sister, but they used his name. That had caused a few minor problems when we got married. She used one name but when the registrar needed her birth certificate for the marriage licence, they had to put her real name on the document. Her real name was 'Curtis'. The sound of that name struck a chord with me. I liked it a lot better than the hard sounding Polish name she used. The registrar was an old hand at this, and put both names on it, with her commonly used name in parentheses.

At Christmas time, Judy and her husband dropped a bombshell on us, one that answered a lot of questions. Judy had lived in fear almost her entire life, but now that Pete was gone, she felt safe enough to tell her story. Pete had sexually abused her since she entered puberty and it continued until she moved out to get married. He forced her to perform oral and anal sex, and had even gotten her pregnant when she was thirteen. He cobbled up a story about her being a slut with the neighbourhood boys, and forced her to have an abortion. She said her mother knew what really happened, but never said anything. Pete threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone about his continual rape of her.

This story was shocking enough, but more revelations followed. He had done the same to Diane except he got lucky and never knocked her up. She had suppressed it so deep, she couldn't remember most of it, but with Judy's confession, she started to recall some incidents. The two women cried in each other's arms for the rest of that day. As soon as the holiday season was over, we got Diane into therapy to help her deal with her deeply suppressed emotions, memories and fears. The whole revelation by Judy had been cathartic, and as her therapy progressed, Diane started to emerge from her cocoon. I knew how badly damaged a woman could become from this type of experience — I'd seen Carol go through something similar just from being told it happened. I began to wonder if my experience with Carol had been somehow a primer for Diane, and I hoped that Carol had been able to face that demon, but my rare talks with Bob indicated she probably hadn't fully.

My own reaction to these revelations was to be expected, I guess. First, I felt a huge sympathy for Diane and her sister and enormously protective of them. Then I felt a gigantic rage at the man who stole their innocence and drove my wife's sexuality from her. If he hadn't already been dead, he soon would have been, slowly and painfully. I remembered another father figure who abused his little girl's trust, and a promise made many years before -- how I would make him pay for what he did to Carol. Diane's trauma rekindled the old anger; I didn't know how, but if I couldn't punish one pervert, I would another.

All through the spring and summer of 1985, Diane was in therapy, and made tremendous progress. The woman that emerged was more beautiful than ever, with a new and happier outlook. Her 'pixie' qualities started to shine. Mom had always thought there was something special about Diane and now she was convinced. She told me one day.

"David, I don't know how or why, but I think you found another one."

"Another what, Mother of mine?"

"One of Hers, but she was so damaged, and hurt, we couldn't know. There is something important here, David. My Sight sees shadows and shapes. The evil that surrounded you for all these years is fading, and I feel a new hope."

Mom continued almost as if talking to herself.

"Now I know why Rhiannon and Jenny are so utterly dear to me, more than just beloved grandchildren. They are the daughters of a Princess of the Goddess. I must begin Rhiannon's training, she's getting old enough now. Big things are going to happen soon. Old joys will be rekindled and a bloodline reunited."

I just shook my head. I had believed in the Goddess once and still invoked her blessing when saying goodbye, but had long since given up being what could be called a believer. I still preferred the Old Ways in many ways. I found the so-called pagan Festival of Light celebration a far better and more satisfying winter solstice celebration than the modern version of Christmas with all its commercialism.

In July, I got a call from Roy Searle. He had been assigned to supervise the shut down of CampIpperwash prior to it being handed back over to the First Nations tribe that had owned the land when it was appropriated during the War. He said he'd found something very interesting. His exact words were.

"Sergeant Major, it's payback time!"

Roy and I used to call each other Sergeant Major when we were in cadets and for a few years after, but in the last number of years, the old joke had faded. The joke was we were both Sergeant Majors when at home corps.

"Roy, what in Hell are you talking about? I haven't been a Sergeant Major in twenty years."

"It's time to pay back what Patty and I owe you. I found something you'll be extremely interested in that may explain a lot of things. I can only give you the highlights right now, but I found some documents. I'll send you some copies, but for now I have to keep the originals. The MP's are very interested in them."

He wouldn't elaborate further, but gave me his number and extension at the base. I was to call him when I received and digested the documents. Two days later a big brown DND envelope arrived by Registered Mail. In it were two or three photocopies of twenty year old papers. The one on top caught and held my eye. It was my course evaluation from the Barbados Exchange. Stamped across it in two inch high letters was 'DNE". I knew on the original, they would be bright red. Anyone checking it with an eye to employing me in the Armed Forces, upon seeing those letters, wouldn't even bother to look at the underlying typewritten information, which when I read it, was the same glowing report I'd received all those years ago. I sat down hard as the full implication struck me. I had been sabotaged! And I had a pretty fair idea whose hand had not only done the stamping, but the hand behind his.

I checked the rest of the documents. They were my course reports and evaluation from 1966. Even in the poor quality photocopy, I could see where words and sometimes whole sentences had been altered to change the tone from positive to negative. It was a crude job, but anyone giving them a cursory look after seeing the DNE on the top document would probably have missed the obvious changes.

I called Roy.

"Any idea why my course report from Barbados was at Ipperwash? I thought all that stuff would be in the archives in Ottawa or Petawawa."

"Ipperwash was the headquarters for the whole cadet programme until it closed. The official archive was here."

"OK. Now, can you do me a favour? Can you find out who the archivist or clerk was when these documents were permanently filed?"

"Way ahead of you Sergeant Major. A certain sergeant in the Signal Corps of whom you and I have particularly fond memories."

"Another question. What got you looking through my records in the first place?"

"It has always bugged me why you were rejected, and you wouldn't seriously check yourself. Other people from the same courses as us with poor reports and lower academic standing got in, but not you. I always suspected something funny, but until now, had no way of checking. Closing down the camp gave me a chance to look through all the old documents. Most of it was purely to catalogue them for their historical value, but when I found all the old personal records, I just had to look yours up. When I found yours had been changed, I checked some others at random and found some very interesting things and reported what I found.

"There are other people affected as well as you. Some documents were altered to make the person look better. Others were sabotaged similar to yours, but yours was the only one stamped DNE. Somebody really had a grudge for you. This particular sergeant wasn't bright enough to come up with this stuff on his own; he had to have 'sponsors'. I think we're beginning to see how some of the old 'Old Boy' network operated. As I told you the other day, the MP's are involved now, and it's turning into a major crime scene here. The current brass hats in Ottawa are not amused, and heads will roll. Have you any idea who the sergeant's sponsor was in your case?"

"I have a pretty fair idea, but better keep it to myself for now. How long is this investigation going to last?"

"They're just getting started. We have records here for the last fifty years. They'll be going through them all. I don't think our sergeant was the first or the last to do this sort of manipulation of documents. You should have lots of time; say a year, to nail down your suspicions enough to name a name. And if the old sergeant is still alive, he might do the naming for you. His full military background is being investigated. These characters usually have run afoul of the system at some point in their career. An opportunistic superior recognizes a potential usefulness, gets him off the charges, and then coerces him into service. So, your particular enemy was probably his CO at one time."

Roy's information was what I'd been looking for, for almost twenty years. The old enemy had struck, and struck hard. His full perfidy was now known to me. How I could get him to confess or even how I could get to him was the question. I thought I just might have to go hunting after all, literally. I stewed on it for almost two months wondering how I was going to see justice done. I now knew what the evil was that Mom had seen lurking about my wives and me. It wasn't just some vague malevolent metaphysical force, but the sinister will of just one man, Bob Scott Sr.

Then Bob Scott called about his mother's funeral and with his news his father was also attending, he handed me my enemy on a platter.

It was time to go hunting... 



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Chapter 45


The exit from the new four-lane blacktop I wanted appeared. My mind refocused from its twenty year journey down memory lane. The new highway had shaved better than an hour off the trip I remembered to the small town. I hadn't been this way since Tante Kit's funeral, but the small town hadn't changed much. Yes, there were some new industrial buildings on the outskirts, but the downtown looked largely the same. I found the new motel easily enough, and as Tante Pie had said, the new funeral home was directly across the street. I didn't know which came first, but whoever dreamed up the idea of a motel near a funeral home was brilliant. Out-of-town family members would be more likely to attend a funeral if they knew there was clean, affordable accommodation nearby. Funerals become better attended and the motel has a year-round income because people don't just die in tourist season.

I checked into the motel office and found Bob had been as good as his word. My room was already booked and prepaid. The concierge regretted to inform me the rest of my party was delayed by a late flight from Calgary. I was just as glad -- I didn't want to meet Carol and her father in the motel lobby. I wanted to see the aunts first and prepare myself a little for what could become a major confrontation. I got my room key and settled in. I'd lived out of very similar motels when I was with Northern, so I wasn't long hanging my suit in the closet and setting the air conditioner to the right temperature.

I called Diane and let her know I had arrived safely, over an hour ahead of schedule thanks to the new highway. Diane asked if I'd seen her yet and I told her the concierge had advised me their flight was delayed. That meant Dolly's casket would be delayed as well. I wouldn't see Carol until later at the funeral home. I asked Diane how she was doing. She said she and the kids were going over to Heather's for supper. Heather said to say 'Hi!' to her sister. Diane wanted to know what that was all about. I said I'd explain it when I got home.

I called the aunts. Tante Jo answered this time and gave me directions to their home. I recognized the location from the times I'd been to this town many years before. She told me Bob Sr. and Carol were delayed and I said I knew, the guy on the desk told me the rest of my party would be late. I said I'd be over in a little while, as soon as I freshened up from the drive. We hung up and I took a few minutes to wash the travel out of my eyes and changed into clothing more suitable for the occasion than my blue jeans and flannel shirt.

I walked in the late afternoon September sun to the aunts' house. It was, as Tante Pie had said, only about a block away. I was there in just a few minutes. They must have been watching for me, because the door opened as soon as I stepped onto the walk. I didn't think they'd recognize me; I was older, heavier, and sported a full beard, but the aunts called me by name and invited me into their home. They said they recognized my erect walk, a carry over from those happier times when cadets was the key to my future. We exchanged hugs and they sat me down at the kitchen table. I took the time to give them a good once over.

Now in their early sixties, the aunts still showed some of the beauty of their youth. I noticed care lines that weren't there twenty years before, and Pie seemed to have a deep sadness about her. I remembered her reaction to Kit's death, and thought I understood the sadness.

The aunts were always perfect hostesses, and offered me a drink. I refused the alcohol and opted for a coffee, saying I hadn't quit drinking completely, but now only took it in moderation. We were soon gabbing away as if the years had not passed at all. We started to reminisce about the times at the cottage, and that's when we got down to 'brass tacks' as they say. The memories of the cottage themselves were some of the happiest of my entire life, but they also recalled the worst. We caught up on more current events and I learned Oma and Opa had passed away within days of each other some ten years before. I think Bob may have told me, but I'm not sure.

They brought me up to date as best they could, a little more current than Bob's sketchy information. Riekie was doing very well, but was closing up the practice she shared with her husband Rick. Her twins were beautiful little girls that looked like her and showed no resemblance to him at all. Apparently they didn't call him Daddy, but by his name, Rick. It was unusual, but I knew of other children like that, too. My own cousin referred to his father as 'Art' from the time he could speak. The aunts showed me a picture from last Christmas of the most darling little girls imaginable. I'm a sucker for kids, and I was instantly smitten with Riekie's twins. They had their mother's hair and eyes, and looked into the camera with an intelligence that seemed beyond their years.

Tante Jo laughed and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say they were your kids from the way they look and behave."

"Well, Tante Jo, they have a beautiful mother to get their looks from, and she is a good person to raise a family."

Iain was working in Silicon Valley, and doing extremely well, but was always busy. They showed me a recent picture of him. He looked like Art Garfunkel.

Sandy had indeed followed his early calling to the North, and was living in Tuktayuktuk, NWT (Now Nunavut.). He was working with some arctic research company, but spent most of his time working with the Inuit and helping them develop their plan toward eventual self government for the Territories. Apparently he spoke their language as if born to it. Inu is an extremely difficult language to learn, with many words for the same thing. I heard once they had over a hundred separate words for one common substance — snow.

The aunts told me a bit about Carol and her husband, Ben. I knew he was in the construction business and from an old conversation with Bob, understood they were doing quite well. Apparently that was then and this was now. Ben's partner had been skimming off funds and the business was going through a tough period financially, causing them some personal financial problems as well. Ben's health, never very good to start with, apparently, had started to deteriorate. If they knew what his problem actually was, they didn't say. To add insult to injury, Ben was unable to father children, which I knew would be a tough blow for Carol, as I knew she wanted children desperately. It was a constant theme while we were together. I had hoped to be the one to give her those children, but it wasn't to be.

We were recalling the meeting Opa had called when the three of us announced our multiple marriage. I recalled Pie's hint at a lost love of her own. I teased her some, saying.

"Isn't it about time I learned the whole story?"

Pie got serious, and a faraway look in her eyes.

"Yes, I guess we can tell our story now. The one most likely to be hurt by it coming out cannot be hurt any more."

She paused to wipe a tear and Jo pulled in close to give her support. I'd always suspected there was more to these women than met the eye. She began. I didn't interrupt her once until near the end. The story she told would break your heart.

"Many years ago, when Jo and I were somewhat younger than you were when we met you, we fell in love with a wonderful young man. You always reminded us of him. Even today as a grown man, you have certain of those qualities still.

"I fell in love with the boy first, then Jo. Like Riekie was to you and Carol Anne, she was our constant companion and we learned to love her as well. My young man and I were deeply in love, and like Carol Anne later, I decided to give him the ultimate gift, but not as a birthday present. We all knew the ancient rite of the knot. Oma was a priestess of the Goddess and had taught us all the Old Ways, but had not taken one of us as her apprentice."

Confirmation of old suspicions and even belief, I just raised an eyebrow slightly. This was no bombshell to me.

"My young man and I tied the knot and then consummated our marriage. Unlike Carol, I got pregnant on our first night, but I didn't realize it right away. As I said, Jo had fallen in love with both of us, but was slower in coming forth about it than Riekie was. By the time she declared her love, I knew I was with child, and was terrified. Yes, we were married under the Old Ways, but still, I was frightened of what the local people would say.

"My young man was as in love with Jo as he was with me, but I was selfish and wouldn't share our bed, even though we did all the same things as you, and had married her too. My young man didn't know I was pregnant with his child. He wanted to take Jo to our bed, but I wouldn't hear of it because I was already pregnant, and didn't want Jo to be, too. I was young, but she was younger still. I was also jealous of my man, even though I knew his love for me was as strong as ever despite his love for Joanna. It seemed like a demon got into me and in a fit of rage, I drove him from us. He became totally distraught, and left our home. We never heard from him again except a post card from Canada saying he had emigrated.

"I had alienated Jo too, but as my baby grew and my belly with it, we became close again, and stayed together, reaffirming our love for each other and our lost lover. Our parents took my child and raised her as their own. You see, David, Kit was my daughter, not my sister. She became the new third leg to our tripod and we were able to stay together."

No wonder she had been so distraught at the funeral.

"Oma and Opa raised her as their own and she showed great promise as a witch. Oma taught her all the Old Ways. We never told her she was my daughter, but she knew she was very special to me and my sister-wife, Joanna. Yes, my sister-wife. As I said, before our man left us, we were all three married as you three were and Jo and I kept our part of it going. Jo and I re-affirmed our knot and we're still married.

"We never told Kit I was her real mother, but some how she must have deduced it on her own. Kit wasn't killed instantly in the crash and was taken to hospital. Jo and I were with her at the end, holding her in our arms. The night she died, just before she passed away, she opened her eyes and said, 'I love you Mama.'

"Jo was there, weren't you Dear? And heard it too."

Both women wept as she told me the tale, and Jo nodded. I was a little choked up myself.

"Now, it is just the two of us left of a once great love. With Kit gone, our tripod cannot stand much longer. Jo and I have but one wish: before we die, we would like to see and hold our young man once more and tell him about the daughter he never knew. He would have loved her. If I hadn't driven him away, she might be alive now. But we have no idea where to look for him, and we are getting older now. We heard once he lived not far from your town, but that was a rumour over twenty years ago."

I did interrupt at this point.

"What is this man's name? Maybe I can help you find him."

"Paul... Paul Koorstis. My young lover and our husband was our brother Paul."

Oh the tangled webs we weave! I thought I'd be totally shocked, but I wasn't. I realized I had suspected this all along from the little hints they had given over the years. Dad before me had suspected as much on even less evidence than I had. I realized that I had also somewhere along the line learned his almost mystical ability to infer the correct conclusion from seemingly disjointed bits of information — the mysteriously missing brother; the unusual closeness of Pie and Jo, sisters but more than sisters; the special bond between Pie and Kit, and a host of other bits and pieces.

"Pie, if I may drop the 'Tante', I swear to you and before the Goddess, if at all possible, I will help you find your young man and return him to you."

"David, why would you do this almost impossible thing for us?"

"Because you had and have faith in me to do the right thing. Because you helped me twenty years ago. It's no fault of yours that marriage, too ended in discord and acrimony. You and your family did your best to help us, now it's my turn to return the favour.

"Now I must ask another difficult question. What is the problem between your family and Bob Sr.?"

The women examined their fingers very closely. Jo started to speak then looked to Pie, who nodded.

"The issue with that man is related to what Pie just told you about Kit and Paul. That man (never by his name) was

dating Dolly while the Canadian troops were still in Holland. He cut a dashing figure in his uniform, so tall and handsome! But he was, is, a cad at heart. He found out that Kit was daughter to one of us, and tricked us into revealing which, by having us believe he could find Paul for us. To us at the time, if a Canadian told a Dutch person he could turn water into wine, we would have believed him. Canadians had died in their thousands to free our country from the Nazi monster.

"Paul was gone. I had never been with a man. That man gave me hope I could finally be with Paul, but after appearing to be so kind and caring and wanting to help us find Paul, that man used the information he got against us and forced me to have sex with him to keep him quiet. This was before we came to Canada. We were sure if Kit's true parents were known we would not have been allowed in. We know now that probably would not have happened, but he used it to force me. He used me not once, but many times. How I didn't get pregnant with his bastard, I'll never know. The worst he did was to take that which rightfully belonged to Paul, my wedding gift.

"Dolly heard he might be seeing another girl in our village, but as far as I know never learned it was me. She confronted him about his infidelity and he denied it. Because of Dolly's suspicions, he stopped raping me before Dolly learned the truth, but not before he damaged my soul. He seems to take delight in hurting people emotionally. I was a very long time recovering, but Pie and our parents were there for me and we had Kit. When Your Girls were born, they became us, and we tried to undo the past through them. We almost did it, but I think that man was busy again. Carol Anne carries too great a wound to have ever been caused by you."

So! My enemy had destroyed another innocent life, or tried to, but her family had proved stronger and saved her soul if not her physical body. I began to look forward to our meeting, but I would need an opening. To just go and pick a fight was not the way. It could backfire hugely. I would have to be alert for any opening I could exploit. Exposing and destroying this evil had now become a personal jihad.

After they shared their stories, the aunts were very quiet, but being the resilient people they were, we were soon talking about other things. I regaled them with stories of the kids and how we'd just found out about Diane's past. I didn't give them the gory details, but they got the idea, and especially that she was now on the road to recovery from her tormented past. I let it slip that Mom thought I'd found another one of Hers. Pie jumped on that.

"David, earlier, you never batted an eye when I mentioned Oma was a priestess of the Goddess as if it was something you not only knew, but heard every day; then you swore an oath to us by the Goddess, and now you say your mother says your wife is 'another of Hers'. Who is your mother, and who are these others of hers you have found? How is it that you know so much about the Old Ways, when that summer we gave you and Your Girls only enough to wed?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew. I thought Riekie at least would have told you something when she came to live with you.

"My mother is a priestess of the Goddess now, but when My Girls and I were first married, she would best be described as an acolyte. When we came home from the cottage that summer, I made a remark to my dad that made him think and it became obvious that we had to tell them about us. We needed a support base closer to home than your family could offer, so we took the chance. I knew nothing of Mom's Wiccan past; we were just counting on them being naturally open and understanding people, who if they didn't actually approve, would be supportive nonetheless.

"That Labour Day Weekend, we called our own meeting with them, and told them. When we mentioned the rite we used, Dad instantly figured out what we'd done almost as if he'd been present, and Mom went white as a sheet. But within seconds she had recovered with two words 'the Goddess.' Mom had drifted from her faith, but our marriage re-affirmed it for her and they gave us their full approval and support. Our revelation to them of our marriage put Mom back on her path to becoming a Priestess.

"Mom has some Sight, and she picked up that the girls were Princesses of the Goddess, whatever that means. From what he deduced — my dad has a remarkable gift that I seem to have acquired — Dad concluded not only the how and why of our marriage, but the background. I have known since then about your family and its Wiccan connection to the Old Ways. We suspected about Kit, but never had confirmation until now. That is another reason why, after today, I will make it a Holy Quest to find Paul for you.

"That Christmas Eve, I gave the girls their wedding rings and Mom performed the rite properly, giving us the blessing of the Goddess. Thus we were married for a third time. Whenever we were in that house, the three of us were totally married, with all the rights and responsibilities that entailed. Mom and Dad gave us a portion of the house to use as our own. Until July 1966, we were a family within the larger one. Those were some of the best times I ever had.

"After we broke up, rather than give up on her faith as many would in adversity, Mom declared it was her duty as part of getting us back together, to find another coven and complete her training. She's a very powerful priestess now."

Pie was impressed. I hadn't told her everything, but enough.

"I often thought there was more to you than even you knew. Oma always thought Old Blood ran in your veins. Now I understand. Riekie told us little. When she came to us, she was completely heartbroken, and would not tell us anything except it was over among you. She cried herself to sleep every night the first while, but then became immersed in her school work and we only heard her occasionally after that, usually whenever she got a letter from you.

"Whenever she was with you the year you all went to college, she put on a brave face and acted normally, but when you weren't around, she was almost as bad as Carol Anne, hiding in her room. We heard her cry herself to sleep many, many nights then, especially after you left Ryerson and returned home. Carol cried too, but I think she was beyond tears mostly when she came to us. After Carol returned to Winnipeg, Riekie was distraught until school work prevailed again.

"She stayed with us even over Christmas most years. She was often very sad on Christmas Eve. Now I understand why.

"David, those girls were totally devastated by your parting even two years later and beyond. What terrible thing happened?"

Poor Riekie! I never knew how hard she took it. With Carol basically in a permanent state of mental collapse, and from being up close to that, I hadn't focused on her enough. She was so strong when we met in 1968, I didn't guess, but I did remember the deep hurt in her eyes too. My resolve to expose and destroy the pervert who had done this to us, hardened.

"I can't tell you just yet. There may be an opportunity this weekend to address some of these issues, even after all this time. If that opportunity doesn't appear, and nothing happens, then you must ask them yourselves. I can't violate what I feel is entrusted information. Not yet, anyway. I think there is a chance here to, if not right some old wrongs, at least expose them. Will you trust me on this?"

The ladies both agreed to let things develop as they would. We might have said more, but were interrupted by the doorbell. Jo went to answer it and came back with a person I hadn't seen in years. She'd put on a few pounds, but was still very pretty — Carol's old friend Joanne.

The aunts greeted her like she was almost a regular, so I inferred she and Carol were friends again.

With Joanne's arrival, the conversation became more mundane. She hadn't been involved in the momentous events in our lives, and to me, could not be trusted with that type of information. Even after all these years, her violation of our trust and subsequent refusal to accept responsibility for her own actions had alienated her from us. Still, obviously I had been right about Carol and her getting back together some day. How deep their current friendship was I had no idea, but it was obviously enough that Joanne would drive several hours to attend the funeral of her friend's mother. I respected her for that at least.

Because I arrived earlier than expected, our conversation had become more involved and detailed than I expected, killing a large chunk of time. We had covered ground I had expected to take the entire weekend. By the time we finished greeting Joanne and catching up on her small talk, it was almost time to go to the funeral home but we hadn't heard from Carol and Bob Sr. if they had arrived.

As if in answer to that question, the phone rang. Pie answered it, and from the way she spoke, it was apparent it was Bob Sr. She was polite and civil, but also very formal, giving nothing away. She didn't tell him I was there already, but in answer to his query simply said she expected I'd be along in plenty of time. When she got off the phone, I could see she was holding it in. After the stories they'd told earlier, old wounds had been opened and then to actually have to speak to 'that man' was almost more than she could bear. I was glad it wasn't Jo who had to talk to him.

In reply to our unspoken questions, Pie informed us that Bob Sr. and Carol had arrived with their sad cargo. Dolly's casket was being set up in the funeral home chapel, and they had gone to the hotel to freshen up and change before the official viewing started at seven. Even now we had just enough time to walk over for the six-forty-five time the funeral director wanted the family to arrive. I didn't want to make a grand entrance, and also Pie had told Bob Sr. she expected I'd be there in lots of time. I let the aunts and Joanne go ahead, and came in a few seconds behind them. Carol and her father were already there. Carol didn't see me come in as she visited with the aunts and Joanne. It gave me a little time to check her out.

Carol was dressed conservatively, as would be expected for a funeral, but her clothing was a little too severe, definitely 'dressing down'. Her hair was the same lovely shade of brown I recalled with the red highlights. It looked like she might have let it grow out because she wore it up in a severe bun. The overall effect was to give her a matronly look which made her look older than her thirty six years (My God! Was she that old already? She was the same age as me, so what did I expect?). Her attempt to make herself look older and nondescript could not hide her classic beauty from my eyes, though. Most others would have missed it, but not me. I knew that face too well, for it had hardly changed. Nor had she gained any weight, like most women her age. The only jewelry I could see was a slim bracelet that I recognized. After twenty years, she still wore it, and I noticed her wedding ring still firmly in place on the third finger of her left hand next to a nice solitaire diamond and conventional wedding ring. Her turtle neck sweater hid any necklaces or chains.

I looked at her eyes as she kibitzed with her aunts and friend. They were tired and sad as befitted someone who had lost a loved one and spent the day traveling, but there was something else there -- the old deadness, dullness of her shame and guilt. She smiled now, but it didn't have the shine it used to. She could laugh again but the happy ring was gone. There was an overall dullness that demanded to be washed away.

If all went well this weekend, she would at last be released from the source of her pain. She would still have to deal with twenty years of it. You don't forget that easily. Soon I would put some real, truly genuine emotion back in those eyes, even if it was the feral glow of anger and revenge. Anything would be better than the twenty years of anguish and despair I saw there.

I didn't expect or intend what happened next. I did put some genuine emotion in those eyes, or drew it back, whatever. At least it was there. I stepped up to say hello. She didn't recognize me at first because of the full beard. She looked closer, expression questioning 'who?', and our eyes met and held!

Twenty years ago, those eyes had met and held mine in a mind and soul blasting gaze on the front porch of the old house. Twenty years ago, a bolt of white hot pure energy flashed between us and joined our souls forever. Twenty years later, that same bolt of pure energy struck again, with more force than ever, not just joining, but welding, fusing the very fabric of our beings permanently together. In the blink of an eye, twenty years disappeared, and I was that fifteen-year old kid again, standing on the front step of their house lost in the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen

The world stopped. Time stopped. For a small slice of eternity, I looked into those beautiful blue eyes and forfeited my soul for all eternity. And I KNEW that I had just re-affirmed ownership of hers. In her eyes I recognized the old love and it burned more intensely than ever.

I felt something inside me burst. It was like the rusty lock on a cupboard door holding in something I'd hidden away too long finally gave way. That door then blew open, never to be closed again, lock and hinges destroyed by the force of the explosive release. All the love I'd suppressed for so long came blasting out in one magnificent, brilliant, blinding burst of energy. I saw her stagger under the impact of it and I felt that same explosion of love blasting from her to me. When it hit me, I almost collapsed under the assault of twenty years of pent up love and tenderness.

And she SMILED! Not that mechanical smile I'd seen eighteen years ago, not the dull mirthless smile I'd seen as she kibitzed with Joanne just now, but a real honest-to-god-genuine-filled-with-joy smile!!! And a breathless, incredulous "David!" as if she'd finally awakened from a twenty year slumber and seen my face. In a way, she had been Sleeping Beauty, and I was the Prince who woke her. And I replied, "Carol Anne!" Some moments are pure magic, and this was one of the most magical in my life.

I don't know why or how we restrained ourselves from a fierce embrace and kiss that would have left us gasping, but we did. Her hands came up and I took them in mine. The touch was electric. I swear sparks danced across our fingers as we held hands and locked our gaze for a few seconds longer. The charge finally spent and her hands were just warm and soft, gripping mine tenderly, sending a clear message.

The moment passed and then the veil of dullness and old pain dropped back into place, but under all the dullness and pain was a hint of old joy remembered and new joy kindled. I knew to get it all out, I might have to actually physically kill the person who until now I'd only meant to kill and destroy metaphorically.

That person was standing close beside her, shoulders touching, almost possessively, staring at us. He had seen and recognized what had just happened. When I was able to break my gaze from Carol, I locked eyes with him. His eyes were cold, filled first with hatred then smug arrogance, but he saw his own gruesome death in mine, and the arrogance was replaced with fear. The gauntlet thrown down twenty one years ago was taken back up in my stare. He knew this time he would not slink off the victor and would be lucky to literally leave this town under his own power. I had re-staked my claim and this time I would hunt down the jumper. He moved a pace away from Carol and broke his physical contact with her from the power of my stare. Carol seemed to straighten and stand a little taller at the lost contact. I acknowledged him with a nod, nor offering to shake his hand. I feared his touch would contaminate the purity of that I'd just shared with Carol Anne.

I don't know if anyone else saw the brief exchange between Carol and me or between Bob Sr. and me. The room seemed abnormally quiet, but that may have just been my heightened awareness.

I don't like funerals at the best of times, and this was most certainly not 'the best of times' despite what had just passed between Carol and me. I collected my wits and paid my respects to Dolly. The casket was open, and I did the obligatory thing of spending a few minutes looking at the corpse. I don't understand why people, especially those little old ladies, make such a fuss about the makeup job the mortician does. The poor souls are dead already, but they try to make them look alive? Anyway, I was looking at Dolly, trying not to look too uncomfortable, when I saw someone had placed her moonstone pendant on her. I was touched. I was sure My Girls or the aunts, but most likely the girls had something to do with it.

Once I'd been greeted, and performed my social obligation to the deceased, I took my place in the receiving line as a 'son' and 'brother'. As Carol's husband, this was my rightful place, not just that of a proxy. I stood to Carol's left and she quietly slipped her arm through mine as we waited for the visitors to arrive.

The wake was a quiet affair. There weren't many visitors. Dolly hadn't been that well known in this small town. Her parents before her, and now her sisters, had made a few friends, and they stopped in to say their condolences to the family. A few of the visitors hung about and visited, some of the aunts' neighbour ladies and the preacher who would say the service. Bob Sr. was at his most gracious and charming, causing the ladies to titter and fuss. He was still a striking looking man if you didn't look too close and saw the serpent in his eyes.

The wake was supposed to last from seven until eight. There were no more visitors after seven-thirty so the aunts decided to leave Dolly to her rest and took the living home to share food and drink. We left the funeral home for the short walk to the aunts' house in the warm evening air as a group. Bob Sr. tried to linger with Carol, but Joanne linked arms with him and gaily propelled him to the front, chattering like a magpie. The neighbour ladies and the preacher followed behind, then the aunts. Carol and I brought up the rear.

I felt a warm hand gently entwine its fingers with mine, just like a night in a movie theatre twenty years ago, and like that night, we strolled easily, comfortably holding hands. The only thing lacking to complete the picture was Riekie, and with that thought came the realization that much as Carol and I had just rekindled our old flame, possibly even brighter, we would not be complete unless or until that pretty blonde head was with us. Still, the aunts walking casually in front of us helped to complete the illusion. They glanced back a couple times to check on us, saw us holding hands and smiled warmly. It was good to see their care-worn faces smile like that again.

As we neared the house, Carol and I reluctantly separated our hands, moved a little apart and entered the house with all the propriety of two old friends being overly polite with each other.



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Chapter 46


We'd all met back at the house. Carol and I had separated as soon as we got there, not wishing to draw any more attention. The aunts' seeing us hold hands was enough. There were only a few people there: the preacher, who I didn't know; Joanne, Bob Sr., Carol, myself, and a few of the aunts' neighbours. Pie asked me if I'd like a drink. I normally only drink the occasional beer, but given the heightened state of my emotions, I asked for a double CC on the rocks. When she brought it to me, I took a sip then downed half in a gulp. Carol, watching from the other side of the room, looked nervous. She'd only seen me drunk on liquor and high emotions once before and it hadn't been pretty. We'd had very little to eat so far, just a few snacks. We would be eating more later on, but right now, I was down on chow. The CC hit my gut like a small nuclear device. I quickly poured the rest down my throat, setting off a second detonation. As I felt the alcohol race through my system, I struggled to regain control and succeeded. I wasn't going to make a foolish scene in front of Carol Anne again. When Pie asked me if I wanted another, I said, "No. Thanks, maybe a beer later."

Carol excused herself to make a phone call. She was gone quite awhile. I made small talk with some of the other guests. From my position near the hall door, I could hear Carol talking to some one quite animatedly. There were several long silences. Then she started up with a lot of 'Yes's' and 'No's', interspersed with occasional laughs and giggles that sounded more normal for her, then more animated, almost excited conversation. I could hear it starting to wind down, so I headed to the bathroom. I hadn't wanted to interrupt her while she was talking about something important; I know what it's like to lose a train of thought from even the smallest interruption. As I passed her in the hall, I heard her say.

"Oh, thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me." And almost as an afterthought. "... and Ben". OK! I will. 'Byeee." and she hung up.

She had a happy smile for a few minutes then the dullness slid back into place. Whoever she was talking with had just done something nice for her and Ben. 'Bout time too, from what the aunts had told me; they had a pretty tough row to hoe — a partner jerking him around in his business, causing money problems; his health, which was apparently failing; no children of their own and no prospect of ever having them. And Carol wanted kids so badly!

When I returned to the room, Bob Sr. sidled over to me. "Thirsty, eh, Old Man?"

Old Man indeed! Look at yourself! I wasn't in any mood to play pussy-foot with him, alcohol or no. After what I'd heard from the aunts, the little I'd gleaned from Bob over the years, and my own twenty-year old suspicions and memories, left to my own devices, I would gladly have throttled the old bastard. I had actually come here with some intent to destroy him; all I needed was an opening. After what passed between Carol and me at the wake, I might even have to actually kill the bastard.

The old boy was a little in his cups, too. As I recalled back over the years, he often was, and that was when something bad would descend upon us. He started to get a little maudlin, weepy eyed over Dolly. Suddenly he astounded me.

He said very quietly. "You know, I think I probably owe you and Carol an apology."

He said it as if he owed us an apology for not tipping the waiter. Very, 'Old Boy, please forgive me, I'm a little short on change, d'you mind?'

Damn right you do! This might be the opening I needed, but I wasn't sure of the ground yet.

"Excuse me?"

He brought his head conspiratorially close, so no one would hear but me. I noticed Carol watching intently.

"I said, I think I owe you two an apology."

I let him play it out; this was the opening I desperately needed, but it could easily go the wrong way if not handled just so.

"For what, pray tell."

No shit, that's what I said.

"I saw the way you two looked at each other today, and realized you still have deep feelings, after all these years. I got a little wistful when I saw that, and wondered what it would have been like if I'd left well enough alone. Oh well, water under the bridge now, eh? Old Boy."

BONG! He admitted it! He gave me exactly what I needed! Now get him!

Tante Jo had just brought me a beer without being asked, sensing I might need something wet. I'd just taken a sip when he said those words. I choked on it and sputtered. 'Oh well... ' indeed!!

I SAW RED!! And threw caution to the winds. I wanted to destroy him, but I hadn't thought my rage would boil over that quickly or violently. I might frighten Carol, but I was in it to the finish now! Maybe it was the booze on an empty stomach, or seeing my beloved Carol still in pain after twenty years. Maybe it was all those years of pent up frustration and lost love; or maybe fresh anger at what I'd learned today. Maybe the festering anger at the things I'd learned from other sources just recently or his insufferable 'Old Boy' attitude finally tipped me over the edge.

Most likely, it was the combination of all those hurts, angers, and pains added to and piled on over the years that finally reached critical mass. Whatever, I started winding up, building a seething roiling rage.

I spoke a little louder than necessary. "You owe us an apology?"

Heads turned. Carol started to slump into her chair. To her, it looked like I was going on another mindless booze rant.

Very clearly and distinctly now: "You? Owe? US? An apology?!"

And then I let go. I pulled both triggers. I unloaded a broadside. I let him have it, and all the other metaphors for venting deep-seated anger. I roared. I'm sure they heard me downtown.

"You insufferable piteous old goat!!

"Fuckin' 'A' you owe us an apology!! You should get down on your fucking knees right fucking now and pray I don't twist your pathetic fucking head off with my bare fucking hands this fucking instant!!

"Like I should have done twenty FUCKING years ago!!"

I was livid, frothing even. The room was deathly silent. Bob Sr. stood there stunned, mouth agape. Carol looked like she was trying to disappear into her chair. I roared on, letting it all out. I didn't care who heard, or what they thought. This useless bag of shit had destroyed my life and Carol's and alienated me from the two people I loved most in the world.

"'If I'd left well enough alone'. You useless bag of shit! If you'd left well enough alone, I'd just be retiring from the Army, full pension! If you'd left well enough alone, Carol Anne would have her art degree, like she'd dreamed.

"If you'd left well enough alone, we'd still be married, and after twenty fucking years, have a dozen kids, and be happily making more!"

I slowed down a bit, took a drink to wet my throat. Scott hadn't reacted to 'still married'; I think at that point it was beyond his ken. Carol was beginning to look more interested like I might be on more than just a booze rant after all. The rest of the room was frozen in shocked silence.

I reloaded, came about, and fired again, roaring and frothing.

"You, Mr. Colonel fucking Scott, Engineer! If I hadn't been so overawed by your stuffed shirt sanctimonious pontificating twenty years ago, and stood up to you more directly, we might not be standing here today with Dolly dead of a broken heart and mine and Carol Anne's lives in a shambles!!

"If I'd known or even suspected then, even a tenth of what I do today, I would have hunted you down like the vermin you are, cut off your useless balls and shoved them down your fucking throat! Then I'd get really pissed and squash you like the insignificant little piece of shit you really are!

"I promised you once upon a time if you tried anything again, I'd hunt you down. I shouldn't have been such a fucking gentleman, and terminated your worthless life then and there. It would have been small payment to spend some time in prison for the pain you put us through -- ALL of us: Carol Anne! Riekie! Dolly! Pie and Jo! Me!

"Well, I came hunting today, and look what I found!! You worthless fucking piece of SHIT!

I screamed. I was just getting warmed up.

"HOW D'YA LIKE ME NOW?!

Now both he and Carol knew I'd come for more than just a funeral. I began a true rant. There was no logical sequence, just pure vitriol venting. My voice thundered around the room.

"Because of you, and your machinations, I was rejected by RMC! Because of you, one of the two most wonderful, beautiful creatures in God's universe wasted away over ten years of her life and never had her career! Or her children! And she's STILL in pain after all these years!

"I remember the conversation we had twenty years ago last month when you told me if you didn't like the way things were going between us you'd, and I quote, 'Move Heaven and Earth' to put an end to it! Well, I guess you fucking well did!

"You destroyed my career before it even got started! Maybe not the full end of the world; I started another which I enjoy, but only after years of spinning tires!... But the worst fucking thing you did and for which you should rot in Hell forever: you destroyed the first woman I loved and severely damaged the second! You destroyed Carol Anne as surely as you would step on an ant! YOU DESTROYED HER SPIRIT! And the absolute worst crime of all... you tried to destroy something pure and good and true, as Opa described it twenty years ago! You tried, and basically succeeded, to destroy our love — OUR LOVE!"

I was roaring, ranting, practically foaming. Carol was sitting up straight now, the colour drained from her face, but her eyes had lost some of their dullness. She was rapt. Scott stood there taking it, seeming to bend before the gale of my rage, my references to there being more than just Carol and me still not penetrating his mind.

"I KNOW how you had my course reports doctored by your buddy at Ipperwash!! I KNOW how you came up with a cock and bull story to Carol Anne that I screwed around on her and Riekie all that summer when I was actually CB'd! I KNOW how my excellent evaluation from the Barbados Exchange got stamped 'Do Not Employ'!! I've SEEN the proof. You spineless, ball-less bit of desiccated bat guano!

"I... me... I... have friends in the army now.THEY checked my records! THEY found who made the false entries and altered my records! And now they know who put him up to it!! My record is finally being cleared after almost twenty years! Twenty fucking years LATE, but my record is now CLEAN! My career was fucked, and you got YOUR wish, but by God I can sleep at night again knowing I did nothing wrong! The lies are expunged, the whisperers silenced! This last act alone has sent me HUNTING. Remember I promised you I'd come hunting? WELL, I'M HERE!

"Why? Because any act against me is an act against her, fulfilling the terms of the promise!!"

Now Scott truly paled, realizing I intended to keep my promise of that terrible night twenty years ago. I kept on, exposing all his crimes.

"I know how you LUSTED after your own daughter! I KNOW the real reason you destroyed me was to keep my beloved Carol Anne for your own perverted plaything! Thank God she got away from you to college, if only for a year, and escaped your scabrous clutches!

"I KNOW how you left her feeling all these years of shame for something she did NOT do, but THOUGHT she did because you said it was so!! I KNOW how you groped her in front of the family! I KNOW how in a lust filled rage you humiliated her! I WAS THERE THAT NIGHT, REMEMBER? I came in after she crawled off to her room in pain and mortal shame, unable to think or talk! REMEMBER?! And again, do you remember my promise to you then? After twenty years of my own guilt and complicity, I'm BACK! And the whole fucking world will know you for the perverted scum you really are!!

"You besotted old pervert! You were drunk with booze and lust! You had already driven us apart with your tales and buddy phoning from the Camp, so you thought I was safely over her! You didn't know you were busted and we were going to make up that same night. Did you? So you BRAGGED to me what you'd done and what a SLUT she was!!

"Your claims were so far beyond the pale I didn't, couldn't, believe them at the time! I thought it was booze talk, crude in the worst sense, but just booze talk!

"You got lucky that night that I didn't, couldn't believe you would stoop that low! I'd have wrung your filthy, fucking worthless incestuous neck on the spot if I'd even remotely considered it was truth! And I told you that, didn't I? You got lucky because you told me the truth when faced with my rage, and Iain and Sandy verified it!

"AND I TOLD YOU TO TELL HER THE TRUTH, because it wasn't my place, and she wouldn't believe me, but you sick snot, you never did!! You have actually enjoyed watching her waste away on guilt and shame she doesn't even own. My WIFE has been carrying a twenty year mountain of guilt and shame for SOMETHING THAT NEVER HAPPENED!!!"

I looked around, letting that sink in. The neighbour ladies and the preacher had long since made a quiet exit. The aunts and Joanne were in a tight group, stunned and silent. Carol seemed to be in too much shock yet to fully absorb the impact of what I had just revealed. Not waiting, I plunged on to the last crime I knew of, roaring out another full broadside.

"I KNOW how forty odd years ago you tricked and RAPED a young woman repeatedly to blackmail her and her family! Your crimes have destroyed more lives than just our own, and you WILL PAY!!!!"

Carol was back on her feet. Some colour (Colour? She was RED.) in her face. The look of shock and realization as my revelations penetrated was frightening. Her hands were clenching.

She started to speak. "Is what he says true, Daddy?"

He stood there, slack-jawed, slumped. His mouth moved, but nothing came out. I'd had about enough of him, but I was still wound up. I summoned up my best parade square voice and on parade humiliations which are almost guaranteed to get a response out of the most unruly recruit. Nobody with a military background can tolerate being called cavalry excrement.

"STAND UP STRAIGHT, YOU STINKING PIECE OF HORSE GUARDS MOUNTED GARBAGE!!! THE LADY ASKED YOU A QUESTION, HERB! STAND FAST AND ANSWER HER, YOU ESCAPEE FROM THE LORD STRATHCONAS' DUNG HEAP! EYES FRONT! AND DON'T YOU FLINCH A SINGLE MUSCLE, YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE MAN, OR I'LL HAVE YOUR GUTS FOR GARTERS AND HANG YOUR ROTTEN CARCASS IN THE FORT GARRY STABLES!!"

I heard a titter from the three other ladies.

Amazingly he straightened up, almost to attention, eyes front and level.

"The lady's question again?... SIR!!"

Knock me over with a feather! He fell into the role... He was more spineless than I thought.

I turned to Carol. In a very clear voice, but one intended to carry across a large auditorium (the voice is trained, see?). I spoke directly to her.

"Ma'am? Begging your pardon, Ma'am, but this person of undetermined parentage and disputed antecedents, would like you to repeat your question? Ma'am?"

There were more titters from the other side of the room. The revelation about his incestuous advance to Carol and my carefully worded revelation of another rape victim had almost floored them. They wanted blood, now. After what I'd learned today about what he'd done to Tante Jo, they deserved nothing less.

Carol moved in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. She stood straight and proud, a creature of sublime beauty and the beginnings of a towering rage. In a very clear voice, so there was no mistaking the words, she spoke.

"That night, you got your hand under my skirt. I thought at first it was accidental, but then you started rubbing and poking inappropriately. I was scared and knew Bob was right after all. I was wet the way I always was when I was happy with David. I was going to make up with him that night, and I was excited. Because of that you managed to violate me with your finger, and discovered the loss of my hymen. You never asked if I had had sex or if I'd had a childhood accident, you instantly flew into a rage, calling me slut and whore, ripped my panties off and beat my bare bottom raw. I fainted from the beating.

"When I woke up, you told me you had used me, and that not only was I a slut, I was a 'piss-poor lay'. Later, when you begged forgiveness, I actually forgave you, because you said it was the drink, but I couldn't forgive myself because I thought my own body had betrayed me. Now do I hear correctly that you bragged about it, and to add to the shame, you added to David's own pain by bragging to him? Do I hear correctly that nothing happened beyond a brutal spanking?

"I have not one but several questions:

"Did you in fact have sex on me, or was it a lie to further humiliate me and drive me away from David?"

He hesitated, but I was having none of that. Carol needed to know the truth, and she needed to hear it from him. I growled at him.

"Answer her question asshole! I would kill you now, but Carol Anne needs to know the truth before you die! And you WILL tell her the truth if I have to beat it out of you!"

"No Carol. I did NOT have sex with you. I wasn't able to. The little boys saw everything, and the booze made me impotent. I saw it as an opportunity to separate you from him."

I remembered the night it happened. Bob and I had been out with friends. When we came in, the boys were scared to death. Sandy asked Bob and me why Daddy spanked Carol so hard. That was the first we knew something bad had happened. Carol and I had already basically split up, but the signs were excellent we would get back together that night after Bob chewed her out royally the night before. Riekie had moved out before I returned from camp in some kind of a huff and was in University. I couldn't get her back until I got Carol back and until that awful moment, it would have happened.

"Did you deliberately slander David to me with false investigator reports regarding his alleged infidelity?"

The words Carol used and the phrasing revealed her training and experience as a legal secretary and her natural tendency to be a little poetic under stress. I didn't know about that! Did he tell her he hired a private investigator? I didn't think I was that important.

I wished Riekie was here to witness this, to see and hear what had caused our pain and grief.

"Tell her the truth! My patience wears thin!"

"There was no 'investigator'; I visited the office of one my company used, who was something of a friend and asked to borrow some of his letterhead. I told him it was for a joke. Using that, I made out a report based on what my friend at the camp told me. If you recall, I told you about that friend and that what he said was enough to hire an investigator to protect my little girl. You believed me. My friend even mailed me a picture of that girl kissing him and I attached it to my 'report'. As this man said earlier, he was confined to base the entire summer because the training was so intensive, except for one Company outing."

He was visibly beginning to sag. That was why Carol's drawing she sent me for my birthday had seemed somehow familiar! She'd drawn it from that picture!

Carol took a step forward; her face was just inches from his. If I was him, I would not want to face that awful, beautiful countenance. She looked like an avenging angel, beautiful, terrible, wrath incarnate. Fire flashed in those eyes, so recently lifeless.

"Did you, through your contacts within the Canadian Military deliberately sabotage David's career?"

I already knew; my friend Roy had stumbled on it while he was going through some old records. That was the information I'd come into recently and finally convinced me to hunt the old bastard down. It didn't say in those records who initiated the falsification, but it didn't take rocket science when one considered the same person who sent him his information was also, as part of his duties as clerk, the camp archivist. If he 'fessed up now, I'd be thoroughly vindicated, especially in my own mind. For years, I didn't understand why I was rejected. I had a major case of guilt. The MP's were investigating and charges were pending.

He hesitated again.

'Fer fucksake, Shithead! Do I hafta hit you? I already know the answer. I want you to tell Carol Anne yourself."

"Yes! I had to do a thorough job on him. He posed a serious threat to what I planned for you, for us! And I wanted to strike back at him because he was too strong in person."

"One more question... Why?"

"He had won my little girl's heart and I hated him for it. I was convinced at first it was only teenage love, but it still annoyed me. I thought little of it at first, but it lasted over a year, and seemed to intensify. I became frightened of this young man who held such sway over my little girl. I heard talk of long term plans. I would not, could not allow that to happen. I had my own plans for your future, and he was not in them -- I was.

"That first summer, I had a talk with him as I suspect all fathers have with their daughters' suitors. He was forthright about his feelings, and for one so young, seemed strangely confident and mature. I suddenly felt very threatened. I made a veiled threat. He responded and threw down a challenge! I vowed I would end your relationship. He stood up to me and defied me! He was gaining the upper hand, too, until he went to Camp that summer, a stroke of luck for me. For seven or eight weeks he had no direct influence on you whereas as your father, I did.

"I had a friend on Staff there, who owed me some favours. It provided me an opportunity to have him 'investigated'. He was in a position to alter his course report and provide me with false information that I put in my 'investigator's report'. His own letter home to you, telling of the girl he helped was a stroke of luck I couldn't have made up if I tried. That same friend was in place the following year. He made some changes to Dave's evaluation from Barbados that almost guaranteed he would not be accepted to RMC."

I had what I needed for Roy and the MP's. He had confessed in front of witnesses. I would be calling Roy on Monday.



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Chapter 47


Scott continued his 'defense'. He had just admitted in front of witnesses of conspiring to falsify documents and personal records. It was the information my friend Roy needed to speed up his investigation of what could turn out to be a major scandal. Now, the old pervert was trying to weasel his way out of what he'd done to Carol.

"Looking back, I see how much I hurt you, which was not my intent. I just wanted him out of your life - permanently. I'm sorry, Baby. I'm sorry for what I did to him, but he seems to have responded to the adversity and risen above it. It made him stronger. I never told you the truth because I knew you would instantly crawl back to him, even after years had passed. I am sorry for what happened to you because of my hatred and jealousy of him. Please forgive me."

He looked like a pathetic little boy, but the look that came over Carol when he whined he was 'sorry, please forgive him', was terrible to behold. There was a radiance about her. The temperature in the room fell several degrees with that awful look.

Her right hand came out of nowhere, in a ferocious open handed slap. His head rocked from the blow and he staggered. The surprise and shock on his face was total. Before he could recover her left came up even faster, if that was possible, and sent him reeling. He recovered his balance, and continued to stand there in front of us, a look of realization, and a dawning fear, not just of me, but of her, appearing in his eyes. I couldn't see her clearly from the side, but I'm sure he saw Death in Carol's gaze.

The loud reports of her slaps silenced the laughter at the back. His face had two livid red splotches. I bet her hands were going to hurt later, but then you never know when the adrenalin surges. Carol took over completely now. She stepped right up to him, speaking very clearly in a voice I recognized as mimicking my own. She took complete control now, her sense of drama and poetry working to her advantage.

"Stand up and look at me, you pathetic excuse for a human being! For too long have I feared you and listened to your poisoned whisperings! No longer! Today I am free! I gave over my chance for love, happiness, children and career because of you!

"I gave up MY MAN and YES! My marriage! Because I listened to your lies!

"I lost the two people I loved the most because of you!

"I let you bribe me with tuition to College, thinking that would ease the pain of my loss and ease my shame, the shame you brought upon me! I am a Judas! I gave up my chance at Heaven for thirty pieces of silver!

"Since 1966, almost twenty years, my life has been a shambles of unfulfilled promises, hopes and dreams! I suffered needless years of shame and despair! I lost my self worth! I lost my ability to trust! I lost all this and more because of you, and your sick perverted hatred and jealousy of the only man I ever truly loved; and your own perverted lust!

"You make me sick! I hate you! If you need forgiveness, try your God, because I do not have it to give, nor I suspect does the Goddess! My soul may be damned for it, but I cannot forgive! You used up all the forgiveness in me that one night!"

She was on a roll. Her voice rose, not in pitch, just volume, frighteningly chilling, magnetic in its intensity. You had to listen to that voice, there was no other option.

"Look me in the eye when I tell you this:

"David and I were married on his birthday in August of 1965 under an ancient rite of the Old Ways and the Goddess. Bob and Riekie, Tante Pie, Tante Jo, Tante Kit, Oma and Opa were witness and/or party to it. Although not officially told, my mother knew, in her heart."

Bob Sr. went pale. Now he knew why I was so pissed and the depth of his injury to Carol Anne.

"Riekie was our official witness to the physical consummation of that union. The sheet from our marriage bed was presented to the family as proof of that consummation. Tante Pie still has it in her possession. The missing hymen you found was given freely with love to my husband.

"I gave him a ring. We may not have had benefit of clergy or state, but in the eyes of our family and his, who we told openly of our consummation and shared our joy, we were married".

I was fumbling idly in my pocket, playing with the loose change, a nervous habit most men have. I felt something, that old keepsake I found just before I left. My ring from Carol! I'd almost forgotten it was in my pocket until now. Something told me, now was the time to put it back on. It was almost like Bilbo's ring that somehow seemed to find its way onto his hand by itself. I slipped it over my middle finger, where I'd always worn it. I started to feel more whole at once -- like there was something there again. I didn't feel so abandoned. The Power was once again taking up the direction of our lives.

Scott had been looking somewhat mystified at the constant references Carol and I made to this other person we loved so much. Clarification was forthcoming and he would not like it one bit. <GRIN>

"You will be interested to know that not only did I marry David. A few days later, WE married Riekie under that same ancient rite. David and Riekie consummated the marriage in my presence. The blanket from her wedding bed is in Tante Pie's possession too.

"Riekie and I got identical rings to match his, Christmas of 1965. I still wear mine, and she still wears hers as well. SEE? This is my wedding ring and after twenty years, we are still wed!"

Carol waved her ring under his nose, glaring the whole time, daring him to speak.

"David's mother, a priestess of the Goddess, remarried the three of us Christmas Eve 1965. That makes three times David and I exchanged our wedding vows. You can't get much more married than that!"

Bob Sr. looked like he was going to faint at her words. Then he looked angry, as if he was going to say something. His mouth had done enough damage over the years. I quickly shut him up, interrupting Carol.

"One word out of you, Shithead, that isn't asked for, could very well be your last. Save your words for your defense lawyer when the MP's come knocking, and they will, you can count on it."

He wisely kept his mouth shut. I was angry enough I really would have hurt him.

Carol continued.

"Your lies about David cheating started the destruction of our marriage! I believed you, when I knew in my heart of hearts David had so much integrity he just COULDN"T do what you said of him! Riekie has ALWAYS believed in David! But I listened to you for just a little too long! Riekie got angry. She knew you lied and I wouldn't, couldn't, see it! That's partly why she left your house and would not speak to you or me for years!

"I KNOW you tried to rape her too, but she somehow avoided it, which is the main reason for her moving out! She threatened to tell David, so you would pay her tuition. She should have told him anyway, then I would not have been put through these twenty years of hell but she was afraid he'd do something that would land him in jail. I think waiting for someone to get out of jail who got there for protecting us would have been a piece of cake compared to what we did go through."

This was real news to me! He tried to rape both My Girls! Now I understood Riekie's code of striking out the Scott in her name! She was trying to tell me about him! I roared again.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

I was turned slightly toward Carol as she dropped the Riekie bombshell. As realization hit me, I spun and my arm lashed straight out, punching him in the guts with my full weight behind it and knocked him ass over teakettle. I would have beaten him to death. I was reaching to hit him more, when Carol's commanding voice stopped me cold.

"STOP! He's not worth it, David! That's why Riekie never told you; she knew you'd kill him."

I stepped away from him as Scott slowly picked himself up, trying hard to get his breath back. I could tell he was hurting as he rubbed his gut where I hit him. He couldn't stand straight, wincing as he tried. Carol continued as if nothing had happened.

"Bob was the one who finally convinced me David was telling the truth. He got very angry, calling me a 'stupid bitch' for listening to that 'son of a bitch' and lectured me long and hard about what David had taught us about truth and trust and friendship. His words, and David's hurt insistence he'd done nothing wrong finally made me listen to my heart of hearts. I was planning to reconcile with him that night when you raped me, or as I find out today, tried to rape me!

"The Goddess must have been protecting me all along. I was so ashamed, feeling dirty and used, convinced my own body had betrayed me, I couldn't in good conscience return to David and Riekie. I was so ashamed I couldn't tell them! I could hardly live with myself, let alone them! I've felt that way ever since, until today, when I learn you lied yet again. That final act ultimately did destroy our whole marriage, because we were three. Two couldn't maintain it. Like a three legged table, remove one, and the whole thing falls.

"Because of your filthy touch and worse, your lie that I fucked for you, I was ruined. I couldn't finish college. I couldn't find any other relationships. I wandered through life lost, alone and utterly ashamed. In my own mind I was a slut, just as you said. You — YOU — ruined my marriage and you utterly destroyed ME! I hope you're proud, because there's a special place in Hell reserved specifically for you.

"No man has ever touched me other than my husband, David, until I was violated by your filthy diseased claw. The man I legally married six years ago cannot consummate his marriage bed, and even if he could, I couldn't! The thought of any man's touch after your heinous act made me physically ill. Only my faith in the Goddess and David's Power somehow making it right has kept me from suicide all these years!"

What? Ben couldn't do it? I was still the only one?

.

"Now listen to me, and listen well! You people here are my witnesses. I, my sister, and brothers do herewith divorce you from our family and banish you from our sight."

Her wrath was a glorious thing to behold. I had said I'd put something in her eyes besides pain and guilt. They were dancing with her anger.

"If you so much as show your face around me ever again, you won't have to worry about David hurting you; I'll castrate you with a tin can lid myself! And don't even think about attending the funeral tomorrow. I think David is right. Mom died of a broken heart over what you did to us. She always did defend him, even to her dying breath, and even when I wouldn't listen, because of the hurt you caused and the poison you planted in my heart. I shun you! You no longer exist!"

What a speech! She always did have a flair for drama, and a poetic streak that showed in times of stress or need, and like I said her time as a legal secretary revealed itself. Who do you think writes up all that legal mumbo jumbo anyway, the lawyers? Hell no! That's why they have legal secretaries! The lawyers may know the Law, but the secretaries know the words and how to string them together.

The shunning was her Dutch heritage showing. She turned her back, walked away from him, and kept her back to him. Her slim shoulders were wracked with huge sobs as the anger was replaced by the sadness of realization and loss. I wanted to go to her, but I had a job to finish. I stepped in front of him, still resisting the urge to finish what I'd started, my fists clenched so hard, the nails were biting into my palms.

"Listen up, Asshole! Your former daughter has divorced and disavowed you from her family! As the official representative of your now former sons, Robert, Iain, and Alexander, I say also to all present that you are now divorced and banished from the family! You will NOT, I say again, you will NOT attend the funeral tomorrow on pain of injury or worse! Legal action for your slander and character assassination is seriously being considered. The MP's are looking into those altered files. Charges may be laid. I will suggest to My Wives and your other victim that they press sexual assault charges against you. There is no Statute of Limitations in this country. And if I ever see your scrawny hide again, I will personally separate it from your bones. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

The reference to 'My Wives' rattled him. And he shuddered at the open suggestion he be charged with rape and attempted rape. In the last twenty years, attitudes had greatly changed. He looked toward the aunts. They had taken their cue from Carol, and turned their backs, as had Joanne. He looked back at me. What he saw must have convinced him, because he hit the street running, my foot helping him out the door, at a damn good clip for a man his age and favouring an injured gut. Privately I hoped I'd ruptured something that caused a slow painful death and save the taxpayers the cost of two trials.

They all tried to speak at once: "Is he gone?"

"Yes, but his legacy remains. Pie, Jo, I owe you an apology for the language I used and for bringing violence into your home. I was VERY upset. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for causing such a scene in your home, embarrassing you to your neighbours? My language and violence was unacceptable, and I apologize."

Tante Pie spoke quietly, in her stiff schoolmarm manner.

"There is nothing to forgive. You said what needed to be said. If it took strong language and a stern physical reminder to say it, so what? We are glad to have provided the venue when your opportunity to address the injuries to yourself, Carol and Riekie, and that other arose. This day has been too long coming."

Tante Jo broke the tension. She said, "Well said, Pie. Now, is anyone other than me hungry?"

I realized I was starved. I felt a warm body move up next to me, and a hand grasping mine. A fair head laid itself on my shoulder, as in years past. Unconsciously, my arm went around her waist and pulled her close. I kissed the top of her head. Completely rudderless, I had no idea where I was going from here.

This whole scene had taken less than an hour, it was still only a little before nine. It seemed like an eternity while it was happening. I was just living the moment, once again holding my first love. I was staring into space. I'm sure Carol was too. We were just kind of swaying in the breeze, winding down in the emptiness of spent anger and a waning adrenalin rush.

I felt a hand touch my arm -- Joanne. She looked at me with admiration and wonder. "After all these years, you can still command the room. Do you remember your speech about friendship, trust and truth, that June?"

"Yes. In various forms I still use it, although it has even deeper meaning for me now, since Bob and I had a conversation later that same summer. Ah! Joanne! That was the best summer of my life! I'm sorry you weren't part of it, but you chose another path. What about that speech?"

"Your speech had more impact on me than you might realize. After I left, your words kept running around in my head. I made them go away, but they always came back, especially at times when I saw or heard of an injustice. It took a few years, but I finally realized the wisdom in those words. I found Carol when she was still in College and asked her to forgive me. She interviewed me as if you were standing with her. I answered all her questions to her satisfaction, but she only gave me conditional forgiveness. That was eighteen years or so ago. The condition was that you had to forgive me too, in her presence. I thought that day would never happen. Dave, will you now forgive me for breaking trust with you and Carol, and allow me to be your friend again?"

A thrill went through me. The Power in my life that left me almost twenty years ago was now reasserting itself. Old issues were being resolved, almost as if a plan had been set back in motion.

Carol had come out of her reverie, and was listening. I turned her so I could look into those eyes that captured my soul not once, but twice. The shame and guilt were gone, replaced by love, but there was still underlying pain that would be a long time healing. I knew that from Diane's experience. We gazed long.

"Has Joanne been a good friend, faithful and true since she first asked you to forgive her?"

She nodded. "Yes!"

"Well, Joanne, sorry you missed the good summer, but welcome back in the one of our discontent."

I made a wry grin.

"Wanna hug?"

Joanne hugged me enthusiastically then hugged Carol.

A sweet voice beside me said, "I'm not discontented anymore." Giggle (music, sweet music to hear that giggle again!). "Kiss me!"

I looked in her eyes. The old Carol Anne was looking out at me. Where just a short time ago was dullness, pain and loss, here now was life, vitality, hope.

Without thinking I swept her into my arms. Our lips joined in one of our patented soul-searing French kisses. She even got that damn tongue suck thing going! I popped an instant massive erection, and her hips ground into it like we'd never parted. A noise brought us back. As we rejoined the world, I heard clapping. We looked. The aunts and Joanne were applauding us loudly. Their smiles would have lit up a London fog. Joanne blew one of her extremely loud wolf whistles, deafening us.

As we broke from the kiss, I asked, "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are when you're angry?"

"Only when I'm angry?"

Tante Jo called us to eat. It was just sandwiches, but typical of the aunts, they were absolutely delicious. We all discovered we were famished. After eating, we volunteered to help with the cleanup.

"Pshaw! Carol Anne and David, you have a lot of catching up to do, we don't need any help tonight." Tante Pie was insistent.

Carol stood up from the table. She reached for my hand, saw the ring, did a double take, smiled happily, and pulled me up, wrapping herself in my arm.

"Yeah! We have some real catching up to do. David is going to take me to bed and make a baby with me. I don't know where he found it but he's wearing his ring again. We're still married. See?"

She held up my hand for them to see my ring. I was shocked at her other comment. The aunts beamed, as if they expected nothing less.

I hemmed and I hawed. "But... but... we're legally married, each of us, to some one else. I've never... You've never..."

"But me no buts, William David Lloyd. My 'legal' husband and your 'legal' wife both said we could. We are NOT cheating if they both know and approve."

"What? When did Diane give her permission, much less, approve?"

"That's who I was talking to on the phone earlier. Ben gave his approval before I left home. You can call them and verify it, if you want."

"Carol Anne, I don't need to do that. You've never lied to me before. I can't imagine you lying about something so important. But..."

'"David, I said but me no buts. You made a promise to me almost exactly twenty years ago. I told you I would hold you to it. The time is now, and the time is RIGHT."

I felt a thrill. When this girl says the time is right, she always KNOWS.

"Yes, Dear."

My imitation of a feline flogged husband got me a punch in the shoulder.

"Ow!"

This whole scene was played out in front of the aunts and Joanne. The aunts continued their almost ecstatic beaming. Joanne looked a little doubtful, but smiled nonetheless.

Carol directed her attention to her aunts.

"Thank you for having us. Thank you for tolerating that horrible scene with that awful man. Will you please call all my family and explain to them that their father is now banished from the family? And why? Tell them every sordid detail. Riekie knows most of it, but not why I withdrew from the world, because of her involvement with David and me. Bob knows part of the story, what he hasn't guessed. I would do it myself, but I am going to be extremely busy for the next several hours.

"Somehow David and I have to pack twenty years of love into less than forty eight hours. The truth must be known. Bob was barely on speaking terms with that person the last eighteen years. I think I know now why. Riekie has been barely civil, but that is understandable. Now, if you will excuse us, we're going back to our hotel, where MY MAN is going to make a baby in me. We'll see you in the morning. My Sweet Prince awaits me."

The aunts and Joanne thought she was referring to me. Little did they know what she called her Sweet Prince... Then again, Joanne had a funny look on her face. Had Carol told her about us? Note to self: tell her about Rascal and Pussy. She'll get a kick out of that.

I turned to her. "Your place or mine?"

She giggled. "OURS"



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Chapter 48


We took our leave of the aunts and Joanne and walked back to the motel, arms around each other as we used to. We didn't talk, just walked, her head on my shoulder. I missed Riekie; she should be on my other arm, making me feel like the king of the world.

The three rooms that Bob had reserved were in a row. We selected the middle one, for personal and public reasons -- the noise -- which turned out to be mine. When he reserved them, with typical Bob thoroughness, he had deliberately put me between Carol and her father. I stopped at the desk and made sure I had all three keys, and informed them Mr. Scott would not be using his room that night, but we would keep it for our privacy. I didn't want that old pervert coming back. Carol didn't see the rental car, so we assumed he was gone.

The phone was ringing when we entered the room. I picked it up and heard Diane on the other end. She was very excited and started talking all in a rush. I couldn't get a word in edgewise except to answer questions in the affirmative or negative.

"David? Is Carol with you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Good, I want to talk to her after. I tried to get you at the aunts' but you'd already left. Has she asked you to make a baby yet?"

"Yes, but..."

"Good. After she called today, I found her last letter..."

I did interrupt. "Letter? What letter?"

"Don't interrupt! Ask her, she'll tell you! Where was I? Oh yeah, between it and the phone call, I was getting pretty confused. Then Mom called from Montreal all excited! She spooked me right out! She said she had Seen something, something important and GOOD and wanted to know what was going on. The only thing I knew of was Carol's request — I'm still not sure why I said it was OK. I told her Carol wanted you to make a baby with her. I thought Mom'd be pissed at such a strange request, but she was ECSTATIC, and yelled it out to Dad and Val as if that was the greatest news in the world! David? They cheered!

"I told her I agreed to Carol's request, but I wasn't sure I liked the idea of sharing my husband with another woman, especially to make a baby, and she said. 'Don't be silly, Child. She's been sharing him with you for eight years, now she's just getting what is rightfully hers.' David, she said it with so much conviction, I believed her, but I don't understand it for a minute.

"Mom said what she'd Seen was something like that, but wasn't sure until I told her. She said you MUST do it, but Carol might have her timing off. Mom said you two must definitely try on Sunday, something about the moon and the Goddess and all that mumbo jumbo. I told her you were coming home Sunday, and she made me promise to call your work to book another day of annual leave. She was really being spooky, so I agreed. I did it, and now you don't have to be back to work until Tuesday. You're supposed to try as many times a possible to make this thing happen. Mom was very clear on that, and she made me promise to tell you. I should be mad, but somehow I'm not. Something told me it was the right thing to do. When I got off the phone with her, I felt completely wrung out, but I did like she asked, and called your work.

"Then something really, really spooky happened, that makes me wonder if we haven't all gone crazy. Rhiannon came home from Heather's where she was playing with Donny, and asked. 'Is Daddy making me and Jenny a baby brother with our other Mommy tonight?'

"I didn't know what to tell her, and wondered where she got that idea, and what was this about her 'other Mommy'? I didn't leave Carol's letter out for her to read, and she was at Heather's when I talked to Mom. I was really shaken up, as you can imagine! I asked her, 'What makes you ask, Honey?"

"Rhiannon said, 'I Saw it in a dream while I was playing with Donny. If he is, he shouldn't come home until Monday, because they have to do it right, the Goddess says so.' I didn't know what to make of that. I know Mom goes on about the Goddess, but now Rhiannon? And out of the blue? That child is only six and a half years old, but today her eyes looked positively ancient, like she knew things and could actually See things.

"Anyway, David that's the strange thing that's been happening here. What did Mom mean when she said Carol had been sharing you with me for eight years? That's how long we've been married."

I didn't know what to say — to tell her the whole story of the last twenty years in a few minutes over the phone wasn't a really viable option, especially when she was about to find out I hadn't told her everything about Carol, except that what we'd had, had been very, very special. And Diane knew about Riekie only as a special friend. This would be complicated. I tried to demur.

"It's a long story, Honey, too long for this, and I think I should be with you when I tell it, Mom and Dad, too, and Rhiannon, now, I guess. Can you wait until I get home? Will you trust me on this?"

"OK, I guess. It's funny... when I asked Mom what was going on here, she said the same thing: to trust you and wait until you got home for answers, but I'm scared, David that I'll lose you over this. Do you still love me?"

I had an epiphany, and the Power seemed to grow stronger. I hadn't had a real one in years and years, and I relished the sensation, realizing I had missed this. When I was with My Girls, I had them all the time, so much so I sometimes questioned my sanity. I realized a corollary to the 'Cosmic Moment' I'd had on Riekie's wedding day: It was possible to love not just two people at once, but three, and probably more, with equal intensity. An infinite soul has infinite capacity for love.

"Diane Marie Lloyd! I love you more than you can imagine! That is gold you can take to the bank. I'll tell you one grain of truth that you can hold and examine until I get home. It might make you uncomfortable and frightened until I see you, but you must know this: I love you with everything I have, no reserve, nothing held back. I also love Carol Anne Scott with everything I have, no reserve, and nothing held back..."

Somebody tapped me on the arm and shook her head. I went back to Diane.

"Hold on a sec, Carol Anne is telling me something." I put my hand over the mike.

Carol said. "Tell her my right name."

"Your right name? I thought I just did."

"No, my right name is Carol Anne Lloyd. I changed it legally years ago. When I was sure we wouldn't be able to get back together, I wanted something of you, so I took your name, and it helped ease the pain of what I thought that man did to me. By changing it, I wasn't reminded of him every time I had to say or write my name, but was reminded of the good we once had. At first, it reminded me of our pain, but the reason for changing it was to remember the good, and it really helped — therapeutic, I guess is the word."

I wasn't sure how Diane would take this, and wasn't sure of my own reaction.

'Oh."

I uncovered the mike and spoke to Diane.

"Diane? Sorry 'bout that. I was just informed that Carol Anne's name is NOT Carol Anne Scott, but Carol Anne Lloyd. Whatever her name is, I love her completely, as I do you, and have loved her for twenty years. Can you handle that?"

"David, that's a pretty tall order, but as long as you love ME that'll hafta do until you get home. That was another thing Mom said. She said, and I quote her because it sounded so strange when she said it, 'Be prepared for a monumental love that is shared several ways.' It sounded so mysterious, and somehow grand, but now maybe I understand her words a little better. I'm so confused right now I don't know what to think. I should get off here now, I imagine you two have a lot of catching up to do, and I still want to talk to Carol. Is there anything else you have to tell me?"

"A couple things. First, next time you're talking to Mom, and I'll bet it could be as early as again tonight, tell her she must start Rhiannon's training as soon as possible. Tell her she has the Sight, and it is powerful. That's really important. Mom will understand without a lot of explanation. You should also ask her to start yours, too. If you felt what we're doing is right, then you have it to some degree as well.

"Finally, if you're feeling lonely or scared by what's happening right now, take the girls to bed with you tonight and every night until I get home. There's nothing more soothing than the unconditional love of a child when you're hurting or scared, and Rhiannon's special sensitivity we call the Sight could be helpful. OK?"

"I thought I'd sleep with them tonight anyway. Thank you, David. Can I talk to Carol now?"

"Here she is."

Carol took the phone. I didn't listen in, so only heard her side.

"Hello? Diane?

"Yes, I'm sure.

"Yes I do, <A world of warmth in those words> for twenty years. When he tells you the whole story, you'll understand.

"Sunday? < Incredulous> Is that what Mom said?

"OK! Thanks for telling me! <Excited> I'll hafta rebook my flight!

"Oh, I wish I could! <regretfully> I'm dying to meet you, but I've taken too much time off work now, <giggle> 'specially with taking Monday now, too!

"No, I didn't tell him. I thought you were going to.

"Oh! I see! That's Ok. I'll tell him myself. <giggle> Something tells me that's the way it was supposed to be.

"A boy? <mouth open in surprise> How do you know that?

"She sounds like a very special child.

"Give my sister Heather a hug for me, too. <sigh, wistfully> It's been too long since I was home, but I don't know when I'll get there.

"OK. Give my love to Mom and Dad and Val.

"Ok, Diane Marie, and thank you from both Ben and me. Did you want to talk to David some more?... OK, here he is, and thanks again, By-eee!"

Carol handed me the phone and mouthed a kiss at me. Then she pantomimed she was going to get her bags from the other room.

"Hello? Diane?"

"David, she sounds so nice! I HAVE to meet her!"

"She's been through a lot. You two have a lot in common. I'd like nothing better than to get you together. I think you could help each other with your healing."

"You think? David, I'm beginning to put some things together, but I'll wait until you get home to hear your story. From just a few things Carol said, I know she knows more about your family than 'just' an old girl friend should. No, don't start explaining now. I'll be OK. I trust you, and strange as it may sound, I trust her. I just wanted to tell you I love you, David, before we hang up."

"I love you, Diane Marie, don't ever forget that."

"I love you, too David. Oh! I just love it when you call me Diane Marie! You've never done that before! And it sounded so sweet when Carol Anne used it too! I think I love her, too! Is that possible? So soon?"

"I'll explain the name thing as part of my whole story. Yes, it's not only possible I think in this case, it's probable, maybe even inevitable."

"Sounds even more mysterious. Gotta go! Jenny's starting to fuss. See you sometime Monday! I love you! And David? Make a baby! A brother for the girls! <giggle> Listen to me! A few minutes ago, I was questioning my decision to let you do it, now I'm cheering you on! What's come over me? Uh-oh! Jenny's really fussing now. Gotta go! Love you! Byee!"

"'Bye, Diane Marie. I love you, and we will."

We hung up together.

My mind was in a whirl! Something really strange was happening here! Not only had I felt the Power back in my life, it seemed to have taken things over completely, and was making psychic waves even Diane could sense! And Rhiannon! Mom had always suspected Diane was one of Hers, and now our daughter's ability almost proved it, for where else could it have come from?

I heard Carol's key in the door as she returned with her bags. She set them down and came to me for a kiss. We exchanged a warm tender kiss that almost wiped out twenty years of loneliness and pain. We still had a lot of ground to recover, but we were off to a good start, and Diane's almost unquestioning support was beyond price.

Carol's kiss was getting more demanding, and I felt my body responding. We broke from that wonderful kiss and stared into each others' eyes like we always used to.

Carol smiled and whispered. "I should change into something more comfortable."

I shook my head. "Not just yet, Sweetheart, we still have some things to talk about, and I want my wits about me. I have an idea what you mean by 'more comfortable', and I don't need that lovely distraction just yet. In a way, I guess I still have to talk to the Carol Anne who's been alienated for twenty years.

Carol looked uncertain and a little frightened, but I continued. These things had to be out in the open for all of us to heal.

"Carol Anne, I can't just pick up where we left off, much as I'd like to. I'd like nothing more than to turn back the clock to July 1, 1966 and turn my back on a certain bus, but that isn't possible. And while you've reminded me of a promise I made in all seriousness twenty years ago, I can't just turn that function on and off, either. I love you, and always have. I buried it for I don't know how many years, believing you lost to me forever. Today I got it back, but I also need to sort it all out, or at least start sorting it out. I had two missions this weekend: your mother's funeral, and to expose that man's perfidy. I never expected that exposing him would bring you back to me.

"So, I have questions. We have the entire weekend, and if need be, I'll take even more time off work to get through this."

"You make it sound so serious and you're scaring me that you won't make a baby with me."

"Never fear on that point, Love! It will definitely happen. Not only does Diane approve, her last words to me tonight were a direct order to make a brother for the girls. And Mom and Dad are, to use Diane's word, 'ecstatic'. I can't argue with those people. How does she know it'll be a boy?"

"Rhiannon told her."

'Oh, I'd forgotten that in the surprise of her call. Now, I have some questions for you. Diane mentioned she got a letter from you. I didn't see any letter, and I picked up the mail. The only thing in the mail today was a letter from her cousin."

Carol reached in her purse, brought out a business card and handed it to me.

"Does that name and address look familiar?"

It did. It was Diane's cousin's address, but the name was for a construction company in Calgary. A light started to go on. More lights going on! I began to feel if maybe the clock had been turned back!

"I'm her 'cousin'. I started writing Diane just when Mom started to get into her terminal stage. I didn't know her name then, but Bob did, and he told me you were back on the farm. That address is burned into my brain, so it was easy to get a letter to her. I wasn't sure how you'd react to me writing her, so I used Ben's name and the company address. I knew you wouldn't open her private mail."

"Ben's name?"

"Yes, when we were married. I kept my own name. I'd already changed it to 'Lloyd', and when he saw I was really proud of that name, he insisted I keep it. It made it a lot easier, too, for all my legal papers — driver's licence, Social Insurance card, and the like. I'd already been through all that once. It's quite a process, even for someone who works in a lawyer's office and knew the correct procedures to speed things up.

"Anyway, I started writing Diane because I had already decided to get you to keep your promise. Ben can't have children, and I want them so desperately, and I always wanted yours, so I decided to start 'checking out the ground' as you would say. Actually, it wasn't my idea, really. Ben suggested it."

"Ben suggested you have my baby?" I was staggered.

"Yes, he knows ALL about you. I've told him everything, even about the promise. He's going to be very happy when I tell him about you and Da--, uh, that man. If he'd been able, Ben would have been here today, and he'd have helped you throw him out the door. Ben has never met you, but he thinks very highly of you from what I've told him. He's always onto me how I could let a man like you get away. And he never liked my father. He called him a serpent."

Funny, I used that word today to describe what I saw in the old fart's eyes. I'd never met him either, but I was starting to like this Ben.

"But why would Ben suggest you have my baby? If you wanted a child so badly, couldn't you have gone to a fertility clinic?"

"You missed the point. I said I wanted a baby, and more importantly, I wanted your baby. I always have. Ben knows that. When we knew Mom was dying, we also knew she'd be buried back here, so there was my chance to get home to see you. Yes, I said 'home'. The West has never been my home, I'm from here, and this is 'home' to me. The only thing we needed to do was find some way of getting together with you, and Ben insisted that your wife must know and give her permission. He knew you wouldn't cheat on her, even with me."

"He's right about that. Go on." I sat back and let her ramble on. It was good for her, and actually helped me relax. After the scene this afternoon, and Diane's revelations, I was wound tighter than a nine-day clock.

"So I started writing Diane and told her a little about us. Not everything, just that we had had something very special, and once upon a time you had promised to give me a baby.

"Diane likes to write letters, as I'm sure you know, and she was curious, so we started a real pen pal correspondence. She knows more about me, especially my current life style, than I maybe should have told her, but she was so open with me, I owed her that.

"From her, I know so much about your present family, I practically feel like one of you. I know how old your kids are, their birthdays, how Rhiannon does in school, sometimes what they had for breakfast. I know Jenny's good with animals, and Heather has three boys and lives at your Uncle Doug's farm. I know Dad is retired now, and they built a new house in the pines I'm dying to see. I know about your job and how much you like it,

"I told Diane what a good person you really are and how special you could be in bed, and some of the things you used to like. Through my letters I was gradually working up to asking her permission to bed you to make a baby, just letting her know I was no threat to her. Ben helped me write them so I wouldn't come on too strong or insincere. He wants this baby as much as I do. And that's how it came to be that Diane and I are 'cousins'.

"Ben and I wracked our brains to figure out a way to get to see you, and had just about given up hope by the time Mom actually passed away. Then we ran into our own family crisis when none of my brothers could come East. Bob had the brainwave of using you as his proxy. It was the answer Ben and I had been looking for. We deliberately had Bob delay calling you to the last minute by seeming to hesitate with my agreement to the idea. We didn't want to seem too eager, and by calling you late, we thought you'd be more likely to accept. Bob never doubted, he said, 'a friend is a friend; he'll do it for me.'

"We wanted Diane's full agreement, so we wrote that last letter together. In it we both asked her to let you get me pregnant. Ben's words were even stronger than mine. The mail has been really fast lately, so we thought it would get there in time. We asked Diane for permission, but we also asked her to tell you the whole story about the letters and the special request we were making of her and you, regardless of her decision. I told her I would phone her today for her answer. But she didn't get it in time. I was surprised when I phoned her today that she hadn't, and even more surprised that she said yes without reading the letter first."

"I picked up the mail. Your letter was in. I put it on the kitchen table like I always do. She must have been too busy to read it right away. She often doesn't open her private mail until the kids are in bed. If it had come in yesterday like I think you wanted, then things would have been different. In a way, I'm glad it worked out this way; that would have given me too much to think about on the way here. As it was, I spent the whole four hour drive reliving the last twenty years, ALL of it."

"Now, Carol Anne Lloyd — God! I like the sound of that! — you and Ben decided to have a baby by me, and assuming I accepted, how were you, yourself going to go about it? Until today, you were mortified to be near me and wouldn't look me in the eye because you felt unclean. Yes, I've known this since that man abused you and made you believe his heinous lie. And you said today no man could touch you, not even Ben if he was able, so how did you figure on getting round that?"

"David, you were always and have always been the only one who could touch me. Ben and I thought I should be able to overcome my fear and loathing of a man's touch if it was you, and I've longed for that touch so long, I was sure I could do it. I never expected to make that searing eye contact with you that we did today, but when that happened, I KNEW I could do it. Right up until then, I wasn't sure if I could, and almost backed out. Did you have the same experience I did? It was like the first time we met, but stronger still. I don't know what I'm going to tell Ben, now."

"You'll tell him the truth. He deserves no less. Oh, Carol Anne! I saw stars again today! You don't know how good it made me feel to see something in your eyes besides pain, hurt, shame and despair! I had come here today promising I'd put some real emotion back in those eyes, even if it was just genuine anger directed at me! I've felt guilty for twenty years because I didn't tell you the truth about him once I discovered it. I never told you he lied to you because I was sure you wouldn't believe me. Only he could do that. Was I right? Would you have believed me?"

"No I don't think so, unless it happened like today, where you got so angry and he had to be there. You never got that chance until today. Don't beat yourself up over that David. You did what you had to do. So where do we go from here, David my love?"

'More questions first, Dear Heart. You said Ben knows everything? Define everything."

"I mean everything. Ben is more like a special friend to me than a husband. He found me when I was at one of my lowest points. That was when Bob told me you had just got married. Up until then, I still hoped we could find a way to make it work, but I was still too ashamed of myself to go to you. You don't know what it's like to feel such self-loathing. I was always afraid if I cheated on you once, I would do it again. I didn't lose trust in you ever again after I realized I was wrong about you at camp, but I did lose trust in ME."

She was starting to lose it, tears running down her cheeks. I moved to her and held her until she quieted.

"That's what I missed as much as anything, David -- having your arms around me when I was sad or hurt or lonely. Anyway, when I met Ben, it was like something told me HE would protect me until you and I could get together, even though you were married. Ben saw your ring and the next thing I knew, I told him the WHOLE story, everything. He knows we're married, not once, but three times. He knows about Riekie — everything, including what my father did to us and me. He couldn't believe I still spoke to that man. He was right, but you know, now I think about, some part of me knew all along he lied, and I kept contact waiting for the day he'd tell the truth."

"One last question. Why can't Ben have children?"

"Oh he could once. He had two wonderful boys with his first wife. She died some years ago, and he just couldn't bring himself to find another, he loved her almost as much as I love you. Shortly after she died, he developed testicular cancer. It advanced quickly, and the only treatment at the time was total castration. He can't even get an erection, let alone make babies. He's always on medication because they think it could come back. Living with Ben is often like living with my brother or my best friend. We love each other, but it's not a romantic love. If I told him today I was going back with you, he'd help me pack my bags and drive me to the airport, happy for me. I can't do that to him, though. He wants this baby, and we'll raise it for whatever little time he has left. Yes! Just before I left, the doctor said it didn't look good, that the cancer was back. It's growing slowly, and they give him a couple years.

"Can I ask you some questions now, David?"

'Sure."

"Just as I was going to get my bag I heard you tell Diane something. You said 'She's been through a lot. You two have a lot in common. I'd like nothing better than to get you together. I think you could help each other with your healing.' What did you mean by that?"

"Diane had a similar experience to you. She didn't lose the love of her life from it, although she could have if the truth hadn't come out. I was getting pretty frustrated at our love life. Nothing seemed to make her like sex, oh, she got a little better when she got pregnant with Rhiannon, but often even then she just went through the motions. Anyway, after her step father died, her sister came forward with the story, and it explained a lot, and made me feel like a fool for not recognizing the signs. But unlike you, Diane had suppressed everything and had little or no memories. She's in therapy now, and is making excellent progress."

"David, you're talking in riddles. What happened?"

I told her the whole story about Judy and Diane and Pete their step father abusing them and how Diane was getting much better and now enjoyed sex. I told her how angry I was, but couldn't get the son-of-a-bitch because he was already dead and how that was one of the things that made me go after her father. If I couldn't help Diane, at least I could help free her.

"Oh dear! That poor girl! It must have been awful! I thought my mind had shut out the awful memory too, until I found out there was no memory to shut out."

"Yes, but you still need healing. You don't carry something like that around for twenty years and have all the pain go away at once, although so far you're amazing me."

"I understand what you're saying. I don't know if I need therapy like Diane did, but I will certainly need some support. Thank the Goddess you're back in my life where I can at least call you now, and Ben is so good, he'll be a big help. And Riekie will help now, and Joanne. But I guess I should really make up with Riekie first, eh?"

"You never made up with her?"

"Not completely. I kept a wall up because of him. I have another question. You made a very big point with him today about the RMC thing. How did you find out it was him that ruined your chances?"

"Remember the girl I helped, Patty?"

"Yes, what about her?" Carol was still cool on that subject, I could tell. She might believe that I didn't do anything with Patty, but she was suspicious of the person herself.

"Well, Patty and Roy, the boy I helped her get back with, got married. Roy and I have remained friends. They've become good friends with Diane, too, and Patty never lets us forget they wouldn't be together if I hadn't helped. You should actually meet her; you'd like her. I even went to their wedding just before I started college. They have always said they were going to repay me for helping, but couldn't find a way.

"Roy joined the army the way I wanted to, and has done very well. Just this past July, Roy called me and said 'Sergeant Major, it's payback time!' and then proceeded to tell me what he'd found."

I went on at some length explaining how her father had had my records altered to guarantee I would be rejected, and how that was the last straw and I vowed I would destroy him. I told her he stood a good chance of going to jail over it. Carol then asked me about his other rape victim.

"That one, I can't tell you, unless I check with the victim and get her permission. I just found that out recently, too. I think she'll want you to know, but it would be violating her trust to say anymore just yet, OK?"

"I understand, now are we going to bed, or what? It's getting late, and we have a busy day ahead. Whether we try to make a baby or not tonight, we still need sleep."

"Let's go to bed."

"I'll change into something more comfy"

"Can't I help?"

"Not this time, Big Boy! It's a treat!"



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Chapter 49


Carol took a small bag from her larger travel bag, and disappeared into the bathroom. I slipped out to one of the other rooms and did my nightly routine of washing up, brushing my teeth and having a pee while she occupied herself in our bathroom. Having three motel rooms was handy. I'd have to send Bob a nice thank you card.

Carol was still in the bathroom when I returned. I turned the bed down and the lights and climbed into bed. I didn't know what to expect. I could still hear water running, it sounded like she was having a shower and I thought I could hear her humming. I did a double take when I recognized the tune — 'My Girl!

I heard the water stop, then the sound of a hair dryer. She didn't have it when she went in there, so she must have got it while I was cleaning up next door. Soon that noise stopped too, then the door opened and a vision stepped into the room. I felt my mouth go dry and my heart pound at this magnificent apparition of beauty before me. Gone was the dowdy matron. A goddess posed before me in the dim light of the room.

I hadn't seen that body in twenty years, but I knew every square inch of it intimately. Carol had the light from the bathroom behind her. She wore a little nightie of some diaphanous material that the light shone through. Her figure was highlighted perfectly by the backlight. It looked exactly the same as the last time I'd seen it in June 1966, her hair the only thing different, an improvement, as if she ever needed one. She had let it grow, as I suspected. Earlier, it had been done up in a severe bun, and although the colours were there, her hair had otherwise been dull and lifeless to match her eyes. Now, that hair fell in soft shimmering waves around her angelic face, and her skin, which had also been lifeless seemed to glow like I remembered it from the prom all those years ago. She must have applied some subtle makeup to achieve such a dramatic effect. I had always loved Riekie's blonde tresses, now Carol wore her gorgeous hair in similar fashion, and I loved it. It suited her to a 'T'.

That nightie was not only translucent; it showed her curves to their best advantage. The hemline came to just below her pussy, and the neckline had a deep vee, showing tantalizing curves of shapely breasts. I stared in wonder. Twenty years evaporated before my eyes. She pirouetted, causing the hem to flair, revealing mouthwatering glimpses of firm cheeks and a brown—haired pussy I knew so well. Thirty six years old, and still the body of a seventeen year old! What a mouthwatering sight!

"You like?"

"I li-i-ike!"

"Without ruining the moment, I always wanted to wear something sexy with my hair down since Riekie told me she did it."

"I'm at a loss for words to properly appreciate what I see; you're such a vision of beauty. I absolutely adore your hair, and through some magic, you have actually managed to improve upon perfection. Don't you dare ever cut it short again!"

"Why thank you, Kind Sir! Do you really like it? For you, anything."

I wasn't going to press the point. "Come here, My Sweet, it's bedtime, get to bed you—our bed."

Seeing as we didn't have anyone else around, somebody had to work the old gag! I threw back the covers on her side and discovered she had already laid out a heavy towel. Paratus! (My old Regiment's moto — Be Prepared!) Carol giggled happily and crawled in beside me, snuggling into her favourite position as if she'd never left. My arm around her warm shoulders, I snuggled into her, and we just lived the moment. Soon, though, she turned her lips to me for a kiss. I kissed her sweetly, and when I released her, I saw tears in her eyes.

I kissed her eyes gently and asked. "Why the tears, Prescious One?"

"Oh, David, I'm scared, and I hurt still. The memories are too strong."

And then I felt her body shaking with fear and her tears wouldn't dry. Soon her body was convulsed by huge sobs. I should have known! Reaction to the day's events had left her emotionally vulnerable, and now when the time came, she was petrified.

I cuddled her as she sobbed and caressed her hair, soothing and trying to ease her suffering. This was the first time in twenty years she'd been able to cry it out in my arms, and she definitely needed the catharsis of release. These weren't the tears of grief and pain she'd shed so much of. This was the much needed release and relief of twenty years of emotional stress.

"Wanna talk about it? I know Diane's healing didn't start until she could face the memories and talk about them. Sometimes just telling what happened is all it takes to get them out where you can examine and dissect them."

"I don't know where to start."

'The beginning is always a good place."

I got a poke in the ribs for my trouble.

"Fiend! I'm not sure where the beginning is. Sometimes I think it was when you got on the bus, but I guess the beginning of the real hurt was the day he hurt me.'

"Ok, let's start there, then. We can always go backward as needed. Someday we're going to have to discuss what happened before that, from my leaving to my return, but I think that has to wait until we get Riekie in on it too. From what I heard today, she took it a lot harder than she let us know."

"You're probably right, but if it relates, I'll talk about the summer, too. After you and Bob left to go with your friends, I was the happiest I'd been since you first went away. I thought Bob might have been right when he told me I should just throw myself in your arms when you came in that day, but I was scared I'd already hurt you so much you'd push me away. Looking back, maybe I should have.

"Anyway, that man was drinking all day. You know how he got when he drank too much. He was abusive and obnoxious. The little guys were scared of him. I got a little nervous that day, but knew you and Bob wouldn't be late, and I was so happy I was going to be with you again, I let my guard down. Bob had warned me he was looking at me and had been touching me in an un-fatherly way when I didn't notice, but I got careless and when he asked me to bring him a drink, I did even though I told him he should ease off a little. When I took him the drink, he tripped me, and when I fell into him he put his hands on my legs and somehow pulled me closer to him.

"At first, I thought I'd been clumsy and tripped myself, but as his hands slid up my legs, I realized he had done it on purpose. He had his hands all the way under my skirt and then they were on my bum, holding me into him. I could smell the booze on his breath, and it was making me sick.

"I tried to get away, but he held me tight and then..."

Her body shook with more sobs as she remembered that terrible night. I held her close and whispered sweet nothings and reassurances until she calmed and was able to continue. I let her work it out at her own speed, she'd never told this to anyone, not even Ben.

"He had his hands on my bum, holding me close to him, then he started moving them around, sort of like you do, but rough and mean, and he kept saying, 'Give us a kiss Baby, Daddy wants a little kiss from his little girl.' You used to call me Baby sometimes. I hope you don't anymore. It's sweet coming from you, but now it just reminds me of him. Then he moved his hands some more, and he had his fingers between my legs, feeling me up. I tried to keep them closed, and tried to pull away, but I was off balance and with his one hand still holding me tight by the bum, I couldn't move. I started to scream and twist away, but he just held tighter..."

She was wracked by more sobs as she relived that humiliation at the hands of her own father. Again, I tried to soothe her pain, but I was getting angry again and she sensed it, making her sob worse. At length, she calmed herself some.

"I-I sh-should stop. Y-you're getting angry, and I sh-shouldn't put you through this.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about me. I'll get over it. I've already dealt with him, and if I need to, I can find him and pulverize his face. But you need to get this out so you can deal with it."

"OK. When I started to scream, he just laughed and said, 'Shut up, you know you want it too.' I thought about the boys, and knew I must be scaring them, so I quieted down some, but then he slid his hand right in between my legs and started poking and feeling Miss Pussy through my panties. I was wet, because I was waiting for you -- you know how wet I get around you. Thank the Goddess I was wearing panties or he probably would have raped me right then. He got his fingers inside my panties and started rubbing Miss Pussy really hard and rough. It hurt, and she didn't like it at all. She even started to go dry. But I was still wet enough, he got a finger inside her, and when he found there was no hymen, he went ballistic."

She paused again, but no sobs this time. She shuddered at the memory and continued her voice now flat and emotionless as if describing an event of little note or that happened to someone else.

"He threw me across his lap, yanked my skirt right up, and ripped my panties off completely. I felt his hardness pressing against me! He lied today when he said he was impotent because of the booze! He had a boner and he pressed it into me. It hurt a lot when the crotch pulled hard into Miss Pussy before it tore. And then he started to hit me. He called me a slut and a whore and a tramp and useless baggage and a whole lot of foul names I'd never heard before. He beat my bottom until I couldn't feel it any more, then he aimed right at Miss Pussy and beat her!"

Again she stopped, her body convulsing in remembered pain before she was able to go on.

"The pain of him beating Miss Pussy was unbearable deep, and like electricity too <Not unlike a man getting hit in the balls, I imagine.>. I could still feel his hardness against me, and then he stiffened and it started to go away. I think he came in his pants from beating me. Then he hit me harder and harder, and if she could, Miss Pussy would have screamed, she hurt so bad. I screamed and screamed for us both. Finally the pain got so bad I blacked out.

"When I came to, I was on the floor, my skirt still around my waist. I was so embarrassed! Miss Pussy was in agony, and I could hardly move. He was saying something to the little guys when I woke up. I didn't catch what it was, but I heard 'bad girl'. When he saw I was awake he grabbed me by the hair and twisted it, forcing his face into mine, the stink of booze making me want to puke. He said in a low very mean and ugly voice the boys couldn't hear, 'How does it feel to have been with a real man, not that pimply faced kid?' I just looked at him in shock, not quite comprehending what I heard. I didn't think I'd passed out that long. Then he said, still snarly, 'You're a real SLUT. You even fuck for your own father! With those beautiful legs, I thought you'd be good, but not only are you a slut, you're a lousy lay.' Then he pushed me away. I tried to stand up, but my legs were too weak. Miss Pussy was leaking and I thought it was his awful stuff. I stumbled to the stairs, but I hurt so badly I couldn't climb them so I crawled up. I was scared he was coming for me again, so I locked myself in my room.

"When I could, I checked Miss Pussy. There wasn't any man stuff, it was all hers. She was in so much pain, she was leaking to ease it. I'm sure she was weeping from the pain. There was some blood, too, and she was all swollen and bruised. I felt raw inside, and I was sure then that he had raped me. That's when you came home, and I was so ashamed! After you talked to me and I sent you away, I heard you talking to him downstairs, but I couldn't hear what was said. I wanted to go to the top of the stairs, and listen, but I couldn't move.

"He was gone the next day but came back the day he told us we were moving to Toronto. I just knew he was taking me away from you but I couldn't say anything without telling everyone what a slut I was and that I fucked for my father. That day, when he came to get me for his family meeting, I thought he was coming to rape me again, but he stayed outside the door and begged for my forgiveness saying it would never happen again, and stupid me, I forgave him, but not myself.

"I asked him if he used me, why didn't I have any of his stuff in me. He said I might be a slut, but he didn't want a pregnant one, so he used one of those awful rubbers. That convinced me he had raped me, because, and you'll remember this, I knew how much Miss Pussy hated them and to me, that was why she was so sore inside and why there was blood. Now, I know it was probably a scratch from his finger, because I got an infection and had to go to the doctor. Even the doctor told me I should clean my fingers before playing with myself because he said that was the most likely cause. I didn't believe it though; I thought he'd dropped the damn rubber putting it on and gotten it dirty."

She broke down again. She didn't have to tell me what happened after that, because I knew most of it. She cried and cried. I held her close until she started to relax. Finally, she turned to me, her eyes swollen and red again. I had hoped never to see her like that ever again, but it wasn't to be.

"David? Why did he do that to me? I'm not a bad girl. I didn't fuck for just anybody, just one, and we didn't 'fuck' we made wonderful love. I gave my virginity to the man I loved and married and never even looked at other guys. I still don't. Why did he do that? And even after he apologized and said it would never happen again, he still called me a slut, but he didn't want a pregnant slut. Why did my Daddy hurt me? Why didn't he tell me the truth? Why did he let me live a lie for so long? Why did he make me suffer so long? Why? Why? WHY? WHYYYYeee?"

She broke down into more sobbing. I just held her close and let her cry it out in release. I had no answers for her except the standard ones that he was a pervert and an asshole and all that.

"I don't know, Honey. I don't know. I think he gets his kicks from hurting people, sometimes physically, sometimes emotionally. All I know is now I have you back, and if anyone ever hurts or tries to hurt you ever again, I will personally kill them."

Carol crawled in really close, her arms holding me so tight I could hardly breathe. She placed her lips on mine and kissed me hard and demandingly. Her hips ground against me; I could feel her soft hair rubbing my leg as she humped against me, turning herself on. I broke the kiss, and looked at her closely. I wasn't sure she was ready for this yet.

"Carol Anne Lloyd, I love you. Are you sure you want to do this right now? We have all weekend; you don't need to rush into this."

"Yes, David, I want to do this now. I NEED to do this now. I want you to make love to me, not fuck me. I need you to make love to me slowly and tenderly like the first time. I need you to fill me with you and then fill me with YOUR Precious Stuff and wash away the pain I feel inside. Miss Pussy needs her Sweet Prince to fill her up with his Precious Stuff and clean away twenty years of her pain. We need you but we need it gently and with all the love you have. If you wait past now, trying to be nice to me, I'm scared I'll wake up tomorrow thinking you don't want me and then I'll start thinking I'm dirty again. So love me now and make me wake up in love again."

She reached her head to mine and kissed me so tenderly, my heart, hardened by the brutality of her story melted cleanly away. I rolled her to her back and continued that sweet kiss, sucking the sadness from her soul. My hand went to her face and caressed gently, moving down to her neck, shoulder and breast. I squeezed that succulent orb, unbelieving how firm it remained after all these years. Her breasts were as I remembered them -- high firm proud, full, somewhat conical. Through the thin material of her gown I felt the whole mass quicken and harden and the nubbin of her nipple stiffen against my palm. I caressed and massaged both breasts through the material of her gown, as I kissed her. Carol moaned into my mouth at the contact and she arched upward, forcing me into firmer contact with her wonderful boobies.

I moved my hand lower, to the hem of her nightie. My fingers trailed lightly on the hot flesh of her thigh, sliding upward, brushing lightly across her soft brown curls. She raised her hips in invitation, but I kept my hand moving upward, tracing patterns across the hot, firm flesh of her tummy, carrying the hem of her nightie higher. My hand reached the bare flesh of those delectable breasts. I cupped and squeezed and felt the nipple quicken and harden under my palm. I tweaked and played with those hard, hot nubbins, causing her to gasp and arch into my hand, seeking more contact. I broke the kiss and spoke.

"Let's get this damn thing off."

Carol giggled. Oh! How I loved the sound of that delighted and delightful giggle, lost for so long in the depths of her tortured soul.

A hint of playfulness where a few minutes ago was desperation appeared in her voice. "I don't know why ANYONE would wear something to bed with you! It's off in the first few minutes anyway! If a body's gonna be undressed sensuously, it should be part of getting into bed, not after. Taking it off then could break the mood, and it's harder lying down."

I responded in kind, delighted at the turn she was taking. "Oh stop complaining, Woman! It was your idea."

She pouted playfully and helped me remove her nightie and I gazed in wonder at that beautiful sight fully revealed. I tickled her lightly to keep the mood light. She giggled and squirmed. This was more like it!

I fastened my mouth to hers in one of our patented French kisses, Carol got her tongue-sucking routine going, and I was lost. I played with those luscious boobies, and tweaked and pinched the nipples. Her body twitched and jerked at the sensations as small electrical jolts traveled straight to her clitoris. Deepening the kiss, I played faster and a little rougher with those marvelous titties. Carol's breathing got faster and her body quivered at my every touch.

I gently broke the kiss and trailed my lips to her breasts, licking and nibbling down her chin and throat to those gorgeous orbs of warm flesh. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and licked the tip, my beard tickling her boobs. She gasped and jerked. I nipped lightly with my teeth, and she lurched again. I played with the other nipple and breast as I sucked on one, alternating back and forth, teasing her more with the beard. She gasped and sighed as her body shook and quivered to my kisses and touch. She moaned in joy.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm! So go-oo-od! Been too long! Mmmmmmm!"

Still sucking and teasing those wonderful boobies, my hand slid down over her tummy, caressing in patterns, stopping briefly at her cute little navel, and slipped my little finger into the opening, gently finger fucking. My hand caressed lower, to her soft, warm furry bush, pressing lightly on her prominent mons, my fingers tickling and teasing her delightful curls. Her hips lifted in invitation again, welcoming my hand.

I worked my hand lower, fingers, entering the top of her slit. If she was going to panic from the old shame and stop me, it would be soon now. But she didn't, she welcomed me home, her legs parted slightly as my finger entered the top of her valley. I teased a bit finding her hard little nubbin, then withdrew, teasing more. She arched her hips hard into my hand, trying to recapture that elusive finger. She whined in complaint.

'Nnnnn!"

I worked my hand back into her valley, teasing her hard little clit, her hips jerking in response. She opened her legs completely in total surrender and invitation. I worked my fingers through her whole sex, feeling her labia hot and wet. As I stroked and teased, her inner lips opened at my touch, hot and wet, her hips pumping and gyrating. I slid my finger into her tight, wet tunnel. She was so tight! She tensed at the entry. No man had touched her here since he had violated her with his diseased finger twenty years ago. I worked my finger gently, soothingly, gradually opening her up, her wetness welcoming me. I eased my finger in to the knuckle and gently, ever so gently began to finger fuck her, my thumb working through the folds of her labia, spreading her moisture and soothing her flesh.

My mouth left her boobies, her hands reaching to pull me back. I kissed down her tummy as my fingers worked her hole, stimulating, tickling her sensitive skin with my whiskers. Her hips humped and pushed into my hand as my mouth worked lower, pausing at her belly button enough to stab my tongue into her and tease that opening. She gasped and moaned.

"Oh! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

I moved lower, my lips and tongue teasing and caressing through her curls, tasting and smelling the woman of her. I worked lower, swung between her legs and knelt at the altar of her sex. I gazed at it in wonder. She was as fresh and pink as ever, her inner lips blossomed like an exotic flower, her clit hot and pink, erect at the top of her slit. I paid obeisance to her valley, and kissed my way through it, soothing and caressing with my tongue, and tickling with my whiskers. Her hips convulsed and jerked, her hands in my hair, pulling me tighter, her moans and groans of pleasure filling the room.

"Mmmmm!! Oh Yes! OH! Mmmmm!"

I licked and teased and sucked, making her forget the torture of her terrible punishment. My tongue probed her opening and entered. She was open and very wet, her fluids running freely, coating her inner thighs. I lapped and drank her sweet nectar.

I tongue fucked that wonderful hole teasing her clit with my nose, whiskers tickling and teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. I feasted and drank at her altar, working her to a fever pitch, her hips humping harder into my face. I felt her rising and rising toward her crest. I teased and tongue fucked as she pumped and thrust, her hands leaving my hair to pound a tattoo on the bed. Her moans got louder and more insistent.

"Mmmm! Oh Yes! YES! Oh! David! Mmmmm! So Good! YES!"

Her peak was close as I plunged my tongue deep into her tunnel, swirling, tasting, driving in and out. I brought my hand to her mound and worked her clit with my thumb. She climbed and climbed toward her orgasm. I felt her reach the top, I stabbed my tongue into her hole and ground down, twisting with my thumb on her clit. She came in a rush of fluids and convulsing hips as shockwaves rocketed through her body, her heels drumming on the bed. She shouted her joy and release. She squirted and flowed as I lapped her juices greedily. Her spend was more than I could drink at once, and it ran down between her cheeks, dripping onto her towel.

"YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! YES! OH! OH! O-O-O-H-H YE-E-ES! OH DAVID!"

I eased her down from the heights, kissing gently in her valley, working back up over her tummy to her breasts, dragging my bristly whiskers over now super-sensitive flesh, settling to suck on those scrumptious nips. I moved from between her legs and lay beside her. Our lips met in a soft warm kiss. When we broke from it, she held my eyes, a small tear forming in hers as she whispered.

"David, that was so nice and sweet. I thought I wanted you in me right away, but oh, that was perfect. I came so hard. How did you know to do me that way?"

"Miss Pussy needed to be kissed better. She was still hurting."

"Oh! That's so sweet! I love you so much David! You know? When I saw you with that beard, I wasn't sure about it. You look fine and a little distinguished with it, but it's not the David I knew. However, if you ever shave it off, I'll be like you over shaving Miss Pussy — I'll disown you! That is the most amazing sensation I ever felt when you ate me and rubbed your whiskers on me. WOW! I LIKE!"

As we talked quietly, my hand continued to caress her body, my lips kissing her breasts and slowly teasing her back up toward the heights. My hand slid back to that delicious pussy and teased her clit, finger working the valley and teasing into her sweet tunnel. Her arms went 'round my neck as her hips started to pump once more. She freed a hand and worked it between us, searching. She found my penis, hard and ready for her. She stroked me to even greater hardness.

She giggled and said. "Sweet Prince has grown some since I saw him last. I think he's bigger than he used to be. Put him in me now, David."

I stroked and teased her clit a little more, my beard tickling her nipples. Her hand pulled me more insistently toward her. She cried.

"Put him in me NOW, David! Put him in! HURRY! Pleeeeeese?"

Her hips bucked and lifted. Her hand on my cock dragged me toward her. I lifted and swung between her open thighs. She drew her knees up and let them fall open in total invitation. I lowered my hips and she guided me to her. I entered her slowly, letting her get used to the size and length. No man had been here since I was, twenty years ago. She was as tight and wet as ever, tighter even, from disuse. I bottomed in one long, slow continuous stroke, her talented inner muscles pulsing and throbbing, massaging the length of me as I entered her. Her tunnel was so tight and warm I never wanted to leave. I was home! As I bottomed in her hole, the tip of my penis penetrating her cervix, my pubic bone met hers and ground her clit between us. She moaned in satisfaction.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!! S-o-o-o Go-oo-oo-od! So Full! Mmmmmm! Go-oo-oo-od! David! It feels so good!"

I started with long, slow strokes, fucking her gently, letting her feel the full length as I slowly withdrew then slid back in on each thrust. Her hips matched my rhythm and her muscles worked and milked my member as I stroked easily in and out. Too soon, the passion increased, and my hips moved faster and harder. Her hips continued to match mine in perfect sync. We always were a well-matched machine. As our pace increased, her moans turned to shouts of joy.

"YES! YES! YES! DEEPER! HARDER! OH! OH! OH! HARDER! OH GAWD! OGOD! OH, I LOVE IT! DAVID!"

My hips churned, egged on by her shouts and pleadings of joy. We rode the roller coaster to the top, bucking and fucking our hips together. My cock felt like steel; her pussy muscles clamped and pulsated around me. I was in ecstasy, my balls swelling, her pussy milking, our hips pumping and thrusting as one. We climbed and climbed together, reaching the top and going over the other side in unison.

I felt my balls lift and tighten as my cock swelled even harder. I felt the bittersweet pain of release. I thrust hard and deep, penetrating deep into her cervix as I my balls erupted and squirted load after load of thick white baby juice deep inside her womb. I had always squirted hard and lots with this wonderful woman of mine, but nothing like this! I swore my whole body was being ejected from the end of my cock as I came and came and came. I squirted so much it literally squirted back around the base of my cock, mixing with her fluids. She came with me, her hips lifting and locking, slamming into mine, driving me even deeper into her hot wet depths. I felt my balls inundated by warm liquid as she squirted her own spend, mixing it with my overflow, and she screamed in absolute joy and release!

"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!! DAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!! OOOOOOOO! DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD!!"

Carol screamed so loud and long, I expected the motel staff to come pounding on the door. I'm sure they heard her at Pie and Jo's house. She always did have huge noisy orgasms, but this was one of her biggest and loudest.

Even as we slowly wound down from our massive mutual climax, my cock continued to pulse and spit, her muscles rippling and sucking out every drop of sperm in me. I had rarely, if ever, come so hard and much as I did for her that time, that night.

I rolled to my side, carrying her with me, still joined. My penis hardly wilted within her clasping tunnel as we kissed and cuddled and whispered sweet nothings in each other's ear. The joy and release of that moment will never be duplicated, for we were joined again in soul and body after twenty years and the only thing that would ever separate us again would be Death itself.

"David, David, David! Oh, David! You filled me so much and so good! I felt him get BIGGER when he shot his Precious Stuff! He shot so hard and so much! I remember him shooting a lot! But that was the most ever! I feel so full and warm! It's deeper in me than ever before!"

"Carol Anne, I don't believe how hard you came! When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

"Until tonight, the last time was with YOU. I haven't even touched myself except to bathe in twenty years. I felt so dirty, even the thought of touching myself made me ill. You've cured me of that now!"

She giggled happily. Oh! I loved the sound of that giggle!

"I love you, David! Oh God how I love you!"

"I love you, Carol Anne Lloyd! Oh How I love you!"

Our emotions were at a peak, so intense we both had tears in our eyes. We clung to each other, immersed in our love, our hips gently pumping.

Soon, our hips began to move more urgently and my cock responded, returning to its former awesome hardness and potency. I rolled her to her back and began to make love to her slowly again. We took longer, our hips moving in perfect harmony. I raised myself up as we gently fucked each other and looked deep into her eyes. We gazed with that old familiarity and love as we moved together, enjoying each other's body as we moved.

I began to move my hips in a circular pattern, grinding and mashing her engorged clit between us. She responded by bucking into me harder and faster. I lowered my lips to hers and she sucked the soul right out of me. Our movements became more frenzied as our passion built once more. My cock was a piston, stroking in and out, driving deeper and harder. Carol thrust back at me equally as hard. We climbed toward the stars, higher and higher riding the tail of a comet, rutting and fucking each other hard and wet. Our coupling made lewd wet slurping sounds as we rutted within the fluids of our first momentous round.

All too soon we reached the apogee of the comet's orbit. My hips plunged in one last deep thrust, driving my cock deep into her womb. My balls heaved and roared their offering, her pussy convulsed and clutched as I squirted almost as much thick, white creamy potent baby butter as the first time. I seemed to come forever, and felt her hot fluids as she came with me. Her arms locked around my neck, her legs around my butt, and we pulled each other so tightly together, we became one as we exploded among the stars. Carol came so intensely she couldn't scream. Her mouth opened to shriek her pleasure but no sound came as her body shuddered in a massive convulsion. Hey eyes lost focus and she relaxed completely as she fainted dead away.

Carol's eyes fluttered open as she rejoined the world a few seconds later, smiling happily, contentedly. "I think I just died and went to Heaven! I saw stars and comets and meteors! David! You promised me once you'd take me to the stars and beyond! You took me there again! I love you so much!"

"I think I saw a supernova! It was awesome! Carol Anne, how can two people get so much pleasure and love from each other without dying? I love you more than life itself."

We rolled together, still joined. As we kissed and nibbled each others lips, my penis slowly deflated and slipped from her clutching tunnel with a wet slurp. We lay back and caught our breath. Carol seemed invigorated and charged up. She rose and spun around, the exhibitionist of old back as her twenty years of shame evaporated. She opened her thighs completely to my gaze.

"How do I look?"

Her pussy gaped as a stream of white cream leaked down into the crack of her luscious cheeks. Her pretty brown curls wet and matted, she looked every inch the well-fucked woman.

Awestruck, I exclaimed, "Now that's one well-fucked pussy!"

Carol crawled back up beside me to cuddle.

"I love you David. Don't ever let me go again."

"I love you too, Carol Anne. You're mine forever, and I'm yours. I lost you once, but never again."

"Riekie still loves you, you know. She wants back, too."

"I know, and I want HER back, too. We are three, and we always will be."

"She's getting a divorce. That's why she's not here now, and it's about time, too, regardless of anything else! I never liked Rick — he seemed to be one cold fish. You know, he never showed any affection for her, even on their wedding day. Whenever he kissed her, it was mechanical, and he never kissed her except when 'required to' during the whole day. She told everyone it was a project at the University, but she had to see her lawyer because she wants to get it done quickly. She said even if you and I didn't get back together, she was going to come to you. She's had enough and wants to come home. She said her divorce should be final by Christmas, then she's coming to you. I wasn't supposed to tell you, but I'm so happy now, I had to tell you, because then we'll be three again."

"Have you two made up, then?"

"Almost, but we need you to complete it. She still didn't know about what that man did to me. I imagine by now she does, if my aunts were able to contact her."

"She'll find out, but you still have to tell her yourself, for the good of both of you. If you don't tell her personally, she may think you copped out by sending a message. And she has to tell me personally what that man tried to do to her, and that that was what really made her leave, not her fight with you. But that's for another day; for now, we'll cross each bridge as we come to it, Dear Heart, now let's get some sleep."

I pulled her close and within minutes we were sound asleep in each other's arms. It was the best sleep I'd had in years.

Somewhere in the middle watches, I awoke to heat and pressure on my groin. Carol had managed to get me hard and mounted me in her old cowgirl style. She rode me hard, and when she saw I was awake, commanded me to watch her as she fucked herself on me. It was a dizzying sight, watching her boobies jiggle and bounce and my cock moving in and out of that luscious furry snatch. Soon I was thrusting my hips up into hers as they gyrated and pumped over me. We came together once more, my balls spitting and spewing load after load of squirming white baby-making wigglers deep into her receptive belly, her pelvis driving down and back, impaling herself even farther as her pussy convulsed around my spitting cock. And once again, she screamed my name.

"DAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD!!"

Carol collapsed onto my chest and was almost instantly asleep, a sweet smile of contentment on her lovely face, her pussy contentedly nibbling at the tip of my penis. Gently I rolled us to our sides, and still joined, I drifted into blissful slumber with her.



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Chapter 50


I awoke in the morning to the sight of two happy, gorgeous blue eyes watching me with a merry twinkle. I had my usual morning woody, and once again I woke to the wonderful feeling of being embedded deep within a warm, wet pussy. It is the most pleasant way to awaken I can imagine. Both Carol and Riekie loved it. In better days before the bad times, during their private times it was a rare morning I didn't awake this way. When they were both in my bed, it might be the last one to make love that got that treat, but most mornings I awoke to one on each side. Waking between those two nymphs held almost the same level of pleasure for me.

I wouldn't experience such a delicious moment again for at least another three months if Carol's information was accurate, and we still had the issue of Diane to contend with before that. I loved her as much as my original two, but how she would react to a multiple marriage situation, I wasn't sure. We must work out something, though, because I would NOT lose My Girls ever again. And then there was Ben, and Carol's loyalty to him. Again, something must be worked out, and I promised myself THIS time, we would work things out. Regardless of how difficult or traumatic our differences might become, there would be no more sudden departures or withdrawing into despair. We were not only lovers, husband and wives, we were friends, and the last time, somehow we lost sight of that.

Carol saw my mind working as I woke. She smiled happily and said. "Your mind just went through something at warp speed. It was an awesome thing to watch. What problem of the universe did you just solve?"

"Not a universal problem as such, just us. Here I am, just awakened in the most delightful way possible, and I'm thinking heavy thoughts. It was actually the wonderful way I woke up, with your beautiful eyes to greet me and Miss Pussy munching happily on her friend that got me thinking, but it can wait for a little while. You look like you just might have something on that pretty little mind of your own, and from the merry twinkle in your eyes I bet it's a lot more pleasant than my heavy duty ruminations. Speak, Wench."

"Oh, I just thought, seeing as how he's already in place and apparently awake... I just thought Sweet Prince might like to feed Sweet Pussy her breakfast, she's awfully hungry you know. It's a wonder the poor thing isn't dead, she hasn't been fed in a VERY long time..."

Carol squirmed her delicious hips sensuously against me, and when she giggled, her muscles rippled and flexed in a manner that just about made me come on the spot.

"How hungry is she?"

Carol giggled again, causing her muscles to do more marvelous things to Miss Pussy's benefactor, and moved her hips much more suggestively.

"She's starving! Will Sweet Prince feed her now? She can hardly wait. I bet she'll gobble it all down all at once."

I rolled her rather roughly onto her back, reared up and called out.

"Miss Pussy? Breakfast time! Here it comes!"

Then I fucked her and she fucked me. We rutted, hard and fast, our breath coming in gasps and gulps. Once again like two animals in desperate heat, we fucked each other silly. Our hips slammed into each other mercilessly. My cock rammed in and out so fast my hips were a blur. Carol rutted back equally as furiously.

Miss Pussy was a noisy diner. She slurped and gulped her friend, making obscene wet noises in the remains of her last meal. Sweet Prince pumped and thrust, injecting his wet offering as deeply into his starving friend as possible.

All too soon, our frenzied rutting ended in a mind-searing, blinding mutual orgasm. I pounded one last thrust as deep as I could and held. My balls, refreshed from a few hours rest, heaved and belched their now truly precious manufacture as I felt the explosive release of what felt like a quart and a half (Imperial) of thick white baby batter squirt and squirt from my swollen team mate, spattering the walls of her receptive womb. Carol's hips bucked and held as I thrust deep into her to spend my morning offering of potent little wigglers looking for an egg. Her arms locked around my neck and shoulders, her feet planted on the bed and she heaved herself straight up to meet me, her juices splashing warmly on my genitals. And she screamed bloody murder. I just knew we were going to have a visit from the hotel staff, or at least a phone call.

"AAAIIIIIEEEE!! DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!"

We wound down, and separated, totally spent for the moment. As I eased off her, Sweet Prince slipped from Miss Pussy's greedy embrace with a wet slurp. Miss Pussy is a sloppy diner, and spills her food most mornings. But then, Sweet Prince usually feeds her too much, too. Between them, they always make a mess.

Carol looked down at herself and said. "Eeeww! I haven't seen a mess like that in years! I love it! I really should teach Miss Pussy some manners, and to not try to swallow her meal in one gulp."

We broke up laughing and had a wonderful time just getting our morning going. Recovering from our laughing fit, we rose from our bed to take a shower. I still had my woody. Once in the bathroom, Carol steered while I relieved myself. It had been years, but we still had the naturalness we always had. And once again, Carol watched in mild disappointment as the erection followed the urine down the drain.

I got the shower going while Carol did her business on the stool. I stepped in, and she quickly followed. We had a great deal of fun in the shower that morning. She was a frightful mess from our nighttime activity, I wasn't much better, and we spent a lot of time and effort, making certain the other was clean. Of course, this entailed some stimulation and another quick, furious coupling that had Carol screaming to the world, overfilled with baby-making juice and leaking again. I wiped off the worst for her, but she insisted I leave some so it could soak into her skin.

Once out of the shower, we dressed fairly quickly to be ready for breakfast with the aunts. Carol had only her matronly clothing, but she left her gorgeous hair down, dispensed with panties and left an extra button undone on her blouse, revealing her locket and a little cleavage. I asked her about the locket and bracelet. She said they were almost the only good quality jewelry she owned, and she wore them all the time, but mainly, with her ring, they had long been her key to sanity as reminders of happier times. Pie and Jo had said we could come over any time, but we called first to let them know we were up and about. Pie answered the phone and told us to come over; breakfast would be ready when we got there.

Carol and I took our sweet time walking to the aunts' house. We strolled, looking in shop windows in the morning sun. Carol seemed a little preoccupied.

"Penny?"

"For what, David?"

"Your thoughts."

"Oh, I was just wondering what it was you were thinking of this morning when you woke up. It looked like you'd had another of your 'Cosmic Moments', and they're always important."

"Nothing quite that earth-shattering. You remember how we woke up, eh? Well, it started out as reminiscing about the other times that happened, then I remembered waking up between two glorious, wondrous creatures and how, for me, that was almost as pleasant, and then how it would be a minimum of three months before I could have that happen again. Then I thought about some of the other issues we must face, and realized we had a lot to work out amongst ourselves and our various significant others.

"And then I realized the main reason we spent so long apart is that all three of us forgot something. Not only are we lovers, husband and wives, we are, or were, all friends, and we all forgot that. The most basic premise of being friends is trust. I was forcefully reminded of that yesterday when Joanne asked to be taken back. We didn't trust each other; we didn't talk, and we didn't share. I'm not going to go into the details of who forgot what, that's for another discussion when we're all together. We are all three equally guilty, and I'm determined it will never happen again. No matter how difficult or traumatic our situation or differences might become over the years, we WILL sit down amongst ourselves and work them out.

"Remember when Mom and Dad let us have our own 'apartment'? One of the purposes of that was so we could have our own family meetings to work things out, make decisions, and be a family. Somewhere over that summer, we lost that very important facet of our relationship. I blame your father to some extent for being able to manipulate us when we were vulnerable, but WE had already forgotten it to some extent before that, when we couldn't work out the issue of me going to camp. You girls couldn't or wouldn't tell me why you felt the way you did, and I couldn't or wouldn't listen. On both sides of the issue, our minds were made up, and please don't confuse us with facts.

"From there, it just escalated. As problems arose, rather than discuss them, we acted independently, driving wedges farther between ourselves. There's more, but like I said, this is not the time for you and I alone to be discussing it. We would only end up piling recriminations on each other. Right now, that's the last thing we need. You're still vulnerable, and need some time to heal. Riekie isn't back yet, and we need time for that. I have issues of my own to deal with. You weren't the only one damaged by all this. We all have been, and for us to properly heal, we must do it together. Then there's the issue of Diane and Ben. What do we do about them? It just goes on and on. Only one thing stands out for me right now. From the time I first saw you, I knew we were meant to be together. I lost you once, and I won't ever let that happen again."

Carol cuddled closer, her arm about me tightening. "You know what's so awesome, David?"

"No, what?"

"You thought all of this in almost the blink of an eye this morning. It was that fast, but that's not the truly awesome part — I thought of the same thing at the same time, or maybe a few seconds before because I woke up a little ahead of you. And I didn't think of just the same generalizations. It started from the same thing, waking up with you inside me, and going through the same memories.

"The awesome part to me isn't so much what we thought, but that we thought the same thing! Now I know we're truly reconnected! And I have a sneaky feeling, when she woke up this morning, Riekie, even though she's not with a man, had almost exactly the same thought. We should remember this and ask when we see her.

"But the thought we shared is equally awesome. You're right! We have to get our heads all working on our problems together. We're all older and perhaps a little wiser, at least in life experience now. We know that life isn't black and white like we thought twenty years ago, and there ARE going to be problems from little financial ones to big moral ones that we have to sort out and solve as a family. Some things might not need everybody, or even be possible for various reasons, but we should, at the earliest possible convenience, at least discuss issues as the whole group. Am I making any sense at all, David?"

"Perfect sense, My Love. Perfect sense. So we're doing the spooky thing again, eh? That's good news! We always were at our best when that happened. Maybe our troubles started when we doubted our common-mindedness, for lack of a better word. And I think whatever took control of our lives from the Power as I call it may have clouded our minds, too, making us forget our friendship so we operated on love alone, which while it is the most powerful emotion is also the most vulnerable. There were forces at work we were powerless to stop, My Love. There's an old military axiom: 'confuse your enemy' and how best to do that than sew discord in his ranks?

"I'm beginning to believe we were meant to be parted for a time, but not forever. We're being drawn back together, and we should be stronger for what we've been through. If we succeed in making a baby this weekend, we will be back together permanently, soon, I feel. The Power that once was with us is stronger now than ever and I feel it guiding us again."

Carol laughed delightedly at my almost-mysticism. "David, where do you find this stuff?"

"I still keep my head buried in books, and you don't live with or near one of Her priestesses without some of it rubbing off."

"The old David is back! Hallelujah! And I mean that."

"And from the delightful irreverence, I discern the happy return of a certain young lady as well — somebody we know and love very much."

We arrived at the aunts' house and again, they must have been watching, because they opened the door without us knocking and welcomed us in. Joanne had spent the night there, and was already at table with a coffee when we came in. She took one look at Carol and simply beamed, blurting out without thinking of her present company.

"I haven't seen that many, but I do know one when I see her; Carol you look like one well-fucked woman!"

She caught herself, blushing a livid red, but 'way too late, and was about to crawl away in embarrassment when Jo spoke up. She and Pie were laughing delightedly. Jo tended to speak quickly and say too much without thinking sometimes too... 

"Joanne, you're absolutely right, and she smells like one, too. Carol Anne, you look and smell like you used to. I am so glad you're back from that dark place! Now you can help David with his 'Holy Quest'."

"Holy Quest?"

"Jo, Carol Anne has no idea what you're talking about; I haven't told her anything because I told her I had to clear it with the other victims before I told her anything. Is it OK to tell her what I now know? Do you want to tell her yourself? Or do you prefer she not know yet?"

Pie got involved in the conversation.

"David, you tell Carol Anne, that's OK. It's too painful for us to tell it twice so close together. Tell her everything, but not right now -- later, when you're alone. We trust you to tell it properly. It mirrors your own story so closely, Carol Anne should know it and so should Riekie when you see her. And... when you get home, you MUST tell the Priestess, your mother, and ask her for the Goddess' blessing for us and your Quest.

"Carol Anne, I will only whet your curiosity by telling you this, but this much I will: David has sworn an oath to us, without our asking, to find and return our lost lover. Now! Come! Sit down! Breakfast is getting cold, and I think you two have some things to do before the funeral this afternoon."

So we all sat down to breakfast and had a good time. Joanne was mystified by our rather cryptic conversation, but she was not vetted by the aunts to know. I dare say she would be informed, but not just yet. If and when I found Paul, it would be up to the three of them to make their own disclosures. During breakfast, the aunts lamented we would all be leaving so soon, and so were absolutely delighted when we told them we were staying over another day to ensure Carol got pregnant. They were as stunned as we had been when we told them not only had Mom Seen it, something they half expected from a priestess, but that Rhiannon had Seen it even more clearly and had proclaimed with full confidence that we were making a brother for her and Jenny with their 'other Mommy'.

If she was mystified by our earlier conversation, Joanne was totally at sea over all this talk of the Goddess and priestesses and the Sight. Clearly, Carol had not seen fit to tell her friend very much about our background until she had made certain I welcomed Joanne back as our friend. Carol had been very precise in her conditional acceptance of Joanne back into our circle. I was impressed.

I had no qualms regarding telling Joanne about the Goddess and the Old Ways, and launched into quite a long dissertation on the subject. I'm sure I bored most of the company, but Joanne, the main audience, was fascinated. She said she was going to get together with Mom when we got home (I hadn't seen Joanne in years, even though she lived in the same town as me.) and learn about the Old Ways. With her flaming red hair, I was sure she had Old Blood in her veins, but she was adopted as a baby, so there was no way to check her family background.

Breakfast over, Carol and I had some things to do. She didn't know it yet, but we were going shopping. I stood up from table and begged leave of the aunts.

"Jo, Pie, Joanne, would you please excuse us now? My Wife and I are going shopping."

Carol squealed in delight; most women love shopping and even more so when their man makes a bit of a mystery of it, so she asked the obvious question.

'What are we shopping for?"

I laughed as I told her.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

I got a poke in the ribs for that, and she stuck her tongue out at me, but she still didn't get her answer.

Joanne was mystified again.

"You and your Wife are going shopping? I thought your wife was still at home."

"Yes, she is, but Carol Anne is also my wife, and has been for twenty years, the longest of the three. I guess that makes us an old married couple by some definitions. I thought you understood that. We made it very clear to everyone present yesterday. We didn't have to tell Pie and Jo, though, they already knew, seeing as they 'aided and abetted'."

The aunts smiled happily and nodded agreement.

"I guess it didn't sink in. I kinda thought it was something you guys did as teenagers and used it to shock Mr. Scott into making some confessions to help Carol."

"We did use it to shock him, because he never knew, and yes, we were teenagers, but that didn't lessen the importance of what we did. Scott was the only one in both our families who never knew. The younger ones weren't told at first to keep them from blurting it out they way kids will at the wrong time, but they were told eventually, even after we separated. We never told Dolly, but from the way she was with us, we suspect that she knew all along."

"Separated? You mean you never totally broke up?"

"No. that would have meant divorce and none of us was prepared for as final a step as that. All three of us, in our own way, had hope for reconciliation. 'Sides, no one ever told us the procedure for divorce in the Old Ways. I suspect how it would be, but I'm in no hurry to really know."

"All three? Then the part about Riekie is true?"

"Yeah. Everything we said yesterday was absolutely true, you can count on that. Carol Anne's former father knows it's true, too. He hates the Old Ways, but knows the Knot is binding. Didn't you see the light of understanding in his face when we revealed our relationship? He knew he had not only violated his daughter, and attempted to violate the other, he had done so to MY wives, giving me right of 'vendetta', which is another culture's term, but means I could, under the Old Ways, have legally killed him. So yes, Carol Anne and Riekie and I are all three married to each other, and hopefully will soon add a third wife. My legal wife, Diane, is of the Old Blood, according to Mom, and from Rhiannon's revelation of a powerful Sight, I think she's right. I don't think Diane's going to be a problem."

I added the next bit mainly for Carol's benefit, but I suspected, seeing as she seemed to be on the same wavelength as me, she'd already come to the same conclusions.

"For example, during a phone conversation we had last night, she said when she told Mom she wasn't sure if she liked the idea of sharing me with Carol Anne to make a baby, which by the way you don't seem to have a problem with, Mom told her not to be so silly. After all, Carol Anne had shared me with her for eight years, the length of time we've been legally married. Diane accepted that, although she doesn't know all the details. She's already one of us; she just doesn't know it yet."

Carol laughed and spoke up. "Joanne, there's time for this later. David said he was taking me shopping, and we're running out of time, so don't get him going, or we'll miss Mom's funeral, too. Tante Pie and Tante Jo know most of the facts, so they can answer a lot of your questions while I'm shopping with my husband. Coming, Mr. Lloyd?"

"Coming, Mrs. Lloyd."

As we went out the door, Pie called after us. "Be back in time for lunch at one." And reminded us. "The funeral is at three thirty, so you will have time to change first."

As soon as we hit the street, Carol was on to me about my 'Holy Quest'.

"David, Darling... What is all this about a 'Holy Quest'? That sounds so... so quaint! You found out something about Tante Pie and Jo's lost love and you didn't tell me! C'mon now, what's the story, and why didn't you tell me? You know we've ALL been dying to hear that one for years!"

We were talking quietly as we walked toward the stores and boutiques of Main Street. There were only a few other pedestrians, even for a Saturday. This was a tourist town, and the season was basically over.

"OK, Honey. I'll tell the whole story later, so I can live up to Pie's expectations that I tell it right. You have to hear the whole thing to know the full depth of their sadness anyway. For now, I'll give you the Reader's Digest super-condensed version. I only found this out yesterday. I was early getting here because the new highway cut over an hour off the trip, and we had more time to talk. I didn't tell you because I didn't have their permission until just now and also because --or have you forgotten already? -- we have been rather busy ourselves with our own issues and making babies. Now that I can tell it, are you ready for some serious, probably shocking revelations?"

"I guess I am! Tante Pie was right when she said she would just whet my curiosity. Give, Mister!"

"OK, here it is: Pie had a lover, which you knew. Jo also loved that boy, which you also knew. They were all three married, just like us; Jo came into it later, as Riekie did, only in their case, about a month later, if my calculations are right. Unlike you, Pie got pregnant on her wedding night. She knew she was pregnant when they married Jo. Pie was jealous and also protective of Jo, trying to keep her from making a baby too, and wouldn't allow Jo's consummation. Their husband became very hurt and angry, and left, immigrating here to Canada. It was just before the War. Pie had her baby, and Oma and Opa raised her as their own."

Carol was dumbfounded.

"You mean... ?"

"Yeah, Kit was Pie's daughter. They never told her, but somehow she knew. The night she died, she called Pie 'Mama'. That's why Pie took it so hard; she lost her only daughter and the physical connection to her lover. Now we get to the interesting part, and I must say, Dad already deduced it. Pie and Jo's lover-husband was none other than their brother Paul."

Carol stopped dead in her tracks, mouth opening and closing in total surprise, her eyes huge.

"You-you've got to be kidding! You're kidding, right?"

"Nope! Fact! It was after I heard the rest that I swore to them I'd find Paul, if my own jihad succeeded, which it did, and then some. If I find him, and he's still alive, I'm to try to get him to return to them if only for a short visit. They long to see him at least once before they die, and they are getting older."

"What makes you think you can find him when they haven't been able to all these years?"

"Your aunts told me they heard he was once living not far from home. They couldn't find him before because he didn't want to be found, and would be able to dodge enquiries made by Dutch folk. I'll make my enquiries from a different angle, and I have a feeling he now wants to be found."

"Oh! Sounds like you've been communicating with your 'Power' again. So what's the 'Rest of the Story'?"

Carol's 'Paul Harvey' was pretty good for a woman.

"Near the end of the War, a certain Canadian officer was dating your mother. He learned somehow that Kit was the daughter of one of the other two sisters, but didn't know which, and also that Paul was the father. Under the guise of helping them find Paul, he tricked them into revealing that Pie was the mother. He then turned on them and demanded and got Jo's virginity as the price of his silence. The family was trying to immigrate to Canada at the time, and he convinced them if he talked, they'd be denied entrance, another pack of lies. He blackmailed them and raped Jo repeatedly, until your mother found out and put a stop to it, I suspect by marrying him. We'll never know for sure. Jo was devastated, as you can imagine, but the family supported her, and she and Pie kept their marriage alive, with Kit as their third leg. With the support of her family to help her keep her sanity, Jo was just grateful she didn't have the bastard's bastard. So there you have the condensed version. Wanna buy the book?"

"Someday, maybe. Now I know why Tante Pie was so forceful in making sure we did the right thing by Riekie, and why the family had no use for, and actually hated, my former father as you call him. That fucking son of a bitch! I should've let you finish what you started! I wonder how many other lives that fucking asshole has ruined! Wait until Riekie hears this! She'll track him down and carve him a new asshole with a dull scalpel to shove his head through! She almost did it over her own incident! Riekie's got a temper, let me tell you! No wonder he suddenly became very afraid of you yesterday! First you had the right of 'vendetta' as you called it, which he apparently understood, for hurting me and Riekie, but he knew you had the goods on him for Tante Jo, too! Ooohh! I could kill him myself! Take me shopping, David! I have to get my mind off him."

I'd never hard Carol talk so rough before, and to hear Riekie was prepared to do capital violence was a revelation in itself!

"Your wish is my command, M'lady!"

Carol turned from an avenging angel into a shopping fiend just like that!

"What are we shopping for, David?"

"A new wardrobe for you, Honey. Not too much, though. I have limited funds, and if we do everything right, you'll be needing another in the form of maternity clothes soon, anyway."

"A new wardrobe for ME? <Happy Squeal> Goodie! But why? The clothes I have are just fine."

"Maybe for the Carol Anne Lloyd who wanted to hide from the world masquerading as a fifty-something matron, but not Mrs. Carol Anne Lloyd, beautiful and sexy young mother-to-be! Let me brag to the world a bit and show you off. Remember the outfit you wore to town the day we got our 365's? You had every guy in the place drooling, and I was so proud! Remember you and Riekie in your Prom dresses and the sensation you caused? I was the proudest guy alive that night! I want and need and you need to be seen like that again.

"The first thing we're gonna look for is a proper little black dress you can wear to the funeral today, but will make a perfect little party dress, too. You game?"

She brushed a happy tear from her eye. "Oh David! You're doing it to me again! Being so sweet! Sure I'm game! I haven't been shopping for pretty clothes in so long! And what else besides the little black number? I think I know just the dress you have in mind for that — I saw you hesitate in front of that store when we walked over for breakfast. I hope they have my size and the price doesn't cause a coronary <giggle!>. So, what else did you have in mind? I bet I know that, too. You always did like those little summer dresses we used to wear, and it's still warm enough for them, isn't it?"

"Why do I even bother? I should just give you the card and send you on your own. You pulled the spooky thing on me. Didn't you? You knew all along."

"Maybe, or call it knowing what My Man likes, and paying attention when something catches his eye he'd like to see on me so he can get it off or up. <GIGGLE!> And I bet one other thing: every dress in this town that you like doesn't need a bra, either."

"Busted! But that's what I like. What about you? Is there something you'd like to get?"

"You about filled my shopping list already -- great minds thinking alike again, eh? I was thinking of slipping out to get a dress this morning before you got up. Glad I waited. I probably would have picked the wrong one. Somehow I think I'm gonna trust your eye on this; I've been too long wearing colourless clothes. I'd probably fall back into that habit, or maybe go too far the other way. You never did have an eye for colour, but you always seemed to know what Riekie and I look good in. I would like to get a sexy little skirt that shows a little leg and a nice blouse or shirt to go with it. Whaddaya think, Mister?"

"I'm partial to kilts or something similar that wraps or has a little slit up the side and flatters your sexy hips. Remember the skirt you wore to the party before we left for the cottage?"

"Holy Shit, Batman! You DO have an amazing memory! You remember everything I ever wore, it seems."

"And lots you didn't... <Grin>"

We kissed lightly linked arms and went shopping for her new wardrobe.



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Chapter 51

Our shopping didn't take very long at all, and we got almost everything we wanted. The little black dress I'd liked so much was reasonably priced, and fit perfectly. The little summer dresses we'd both seen were on end-of-season sale; we got her three of them, all with a zip down the front or a buttoned bodice. The skirt and top took a little longer. We ended up getting two — one was what I call a 'fuck-me' skirt. Young girls wear them. They're short, cotton, often white, flatteringly snug around the hips with a semi full pleated skirt and when a girl walks, the whole thing twitches, drawing instant attention to shapely bums and thighs, loudly advertising the girl's sexuality without being slutty, but still calling out, 'Fuck me.' At thirty six, most women Carol's age couldn't wear such a skirt without looking stupid, but Carol still had the body of a sixteen or seventeen-year old, as if time had stood still for her, and it looked perfect on her. The other was almost the match of the denim mini skirt she wore twenty years ago, and was every bit as sexy and flattering as the original. The eighties were a time of those god-awful midi dresses that showed no leg, but if one looked, they could still find leg revealing short skirts and minis. Most mature women can't wear mini's, but Carol looked great in both. Her legs always were her best asset, and she was once again proud of them.

The little black number was the true prize, though. It was fairly short, coming to three or four inches above the knee, form fittingly snug without being tight, subtly showing off her perfect figure (which we were diligently trying to ruin by giving her a big belly... ), with a fairly deep vee neckline that allowed just the curve of a near-perfect breast to show, and the back cut just below her shoulder blades. On her, it was to die for. It didn't need a lot of accessorizing; her locket and bracelet complemented it perfectly. She could wear her hair up or down with it. Up, with her glasses, it had a sophisticated look. Down, she looked super sexy and cuddly. I preferred down. Up is where the dress itself got on a couple occasions that day.

And of course, she didn't need a bra with any of it, except the blouses for her skirts, and then only when she would be in conservative company. We picked up a couple low-cut minimalist bras for them. We didn't get her any sexy lingerie. She didn't need to buy something she wouldn't be wearing.

I mentioned Carol's glasses. Carol had worn glasses as long as I've known her. She is one of those rare women who looks better with than without. I've worn glasses all my life, and am almost blind without them. I've never mentioned them before because they're such a part of us, we don't even think about them. So when I say we got dressed, that's part of getting dressed. When we undress each other, removing the other's glasses can be one of the more sensual parts of the process, but is still just a normal part of undressing.

Ordinarily I don't talk about my glasses or Carol's, nor does she. It's sort of like an appendix. It's there, we sort of know it, but we don't even think to talk about it unless something is wrong with it. About the only time you might hear me talk about my eyewear is when I need a prescription change or they get broken, and Carol is the same. Even that most annoying facet of glasses, fogging, is so transitory, it gets neglected. Suffice it to say, our glasses were often fogged by our torrid kisses.

We returned to the motel with our spoils, and she modeled them all for me. I kind of liked the bras when she showed them off, being the only thing she wore. With still time before lunch, Carol slipped on one of her summer dresses to go to Jo and Pie's. I got so turned on I captured her and had my way with her against the wall of the bedroom, the skirt of her new dress bunched around her waist. Motel management still didn't come banging on our door, though her scream surely woke the dead.

We just had enough time afterward to leave for lunch, so she walked over there with another full load of baby-makers wiggling around up inside her, some leaking and running down her thighs. She was delighted! During the walk to the aunts, with our arms around each other, she giggled and whispered how much she liked the feel of his Precious Stuff up inside her with some leaking out to prove it was there. She said she was practicing her muscle control, too, to keep as much in as possible to ensure she did get pregnant. I'd just dumped a king-size load into her, and her talk made me so horny, I was ready to give her another, right there on Main Street. I wasn't sure what had come over me. I was turning into a fucking machine. Carol had always been able to get almost superhuman performance from me, but this was somehow different. I wondered if the thought we were actually trying to make a baby hadn't pulled out all the stops. Just the thought of getting her pregnant seemed to be enough to make me pop a boner.

Whatever, I was having a ball and so was she. Funerals are supposed to be sad times, but they're also a celebration of life. I think Dolly would have approved of us trying to create new life even as we mourned the passing of hers.

The aunts were expecting us, and lunch was ready when we got there. Both greeted us with huge, warm hugs and broad, happy smiles. We made small talk over lunch, but Joanne seemed a little preoccupied. She had learned so much this morning, and still so many unanswered questions. When asked, she simply said she had a lot to think about, and if she had more questions, she'd come to us. For now, she just needed to think, she was 'OK'.

All three women were amazed and extremely pleased at the transformation in my beloved Carol. From the unhappy, dowdy old maid of yesterday, she had literally overnight become a vibrant, happy, beautiful young woman again, and dressed to fit the role. We ate lunch quickly, then the aunts and Joanne whisked Carol away to, as they said, 'put on the finishing touches'. I wasn't allowed to be near, so I kept myself busy reading while they fussed over my wife. The aunts had the latest National Geographic's, and I got immersed in one while I waited. Give me a good book or magazine, and I can amuse myself for hours and hours.

When they reappeared with Carol, a short time later, I at first didn't notice a change. Whatever they did to her was very subtle. On closer inspection, they had indeed worked magic. To me, Carol had always been beautiful, but the last twenty years of pain, had left her face drawn and care-worn, her hair dull. The woman I now saw before me had somehow regained her youth. Her hair shone and the colour had been restored to her cheeks. Her eyes, which had still been puffy and a little red from crying the night before, were restored to their original beauty. She almost looked seventeen again. You can't erase twenty years of life, whether good or bad from a person's visage — those years always leave their mark, and show as character, but you can soften the effects.

By the time Carol was returned to me, it was time for us to return to our room to change for the funeral. We made arrangements with the aunts and Joanne to meet them at the funeral home around three fifteen so we would be there as a family to say our final goodbyes to Dolly before the service. Then we left and walked arms about each other back to our room.

As we entered our room, Carol threw her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers for a hungry kiss. Our mouths met in a soul-searing kiss that left us both breathless and gasping, my cock trying to burst from my pants. My hand found the zip on her dress and pulled. She was out of that little frock in short order. With eager help from her, my own clothes soon followed. We kissed again, my cock trapped between her luscious thighs, her hips pumping, her slick lips sliding along my engorged member. My lips found a delicious nipple and I sucked greedily. Then we kissed hungrily again.

Carol tightened her arms around my neck and pulled herself up. I got the message; my hands grasped her cheeks and lifted. My cock found the entrance to her sopping pussy and slid in contentedly as I lowered her onto it. I duck-walked to the bed and lowered us onto it, without breaking that wonderful contact. We fucked each other almost senseless. We rutted and rutted, her wails and screams echoing about the room. We hit the top together, as I shot and squirted more sticky, white baby juice deep into her convulsing pussy, her muscles contracting and jerking around my cock as it spat and spat. It was a wild ride of passion and love, leaving us spent and satisfied, her pussy leaking white cream.

Needing to clean up the carnage of our before and after lunch sex, before we changed, we had a quick shower together, being careful not to get her hair wet and undo what the aunts and Joanne had done. After our shower, I changed into my suit and Carol slipped the little black dress over her shapely curves. A single garment, and she was fully dressed.

I marveled at the vision thus presented. It was like Val herself had made that dress for Carol, it fit so well. The deep vee revealed tantalizing cleavage and the curve of succulent breast without slutty display. The skirt fitted over her beautiful hips snugly without being tight, showing off those wonderful curves to their best advantage and formed a sheath that outlined but did not cling to those marvelous thighs. The back was rounded below her shoulder blades, revealing just enough flawless skin to tease. With her gorgeous brown hair with the red highlights falling in soft glowing waves to her shoulders, no one would recognize this young beauty as the sad matron of yesterday. The transformation was total, leaving me almost dumbfounded with wonder and love.

"Carol Anne Lloyd, you are simply the most ravishing, wonderful creature in creation this day! If I never loved you before, I do now. This... this is the woman I remember and will remember. You are my Wife, and I will love you forever and a day."

"Why thank you Kind Sir! You cut a pretty fine picture in that suit, yourself. I think we'll make a nice couple!'

I checked my watch, and it was time for us to go. We let ourselves out of the room, and arms linked, we strolled across the wide street to the funeral parlour. There I was arm-in-arm with one of the three most beautiful women in the world! The King was back!

We entered the funeral parlour just behind the aunts and Joanne. The preacher was already there, and the seating was almost full. I was very surprised at the size of the crowd that attended Dolly's funeral. She may not have had many local friends, but her parents and now her sisters obviously had many, and almost all came to pay their respects. I heard several ladies whisper to each other.

"Who is that gorgeous creature? Surely that's not the daughter we saw yesterday? The young man's wife must have been able to join him after all."

Their questions would remain unanswered until the reception after the interment service at the cemetery. Most of the men, including the funeral director and the preacher gave Carol a very appreciative stare. Some rather elderly gentlemen smiled broadly and stared openly.

Carol and I made the required pilgrimage to the open coffin, following after the others. Pie and Jo both touched Dolly's cold cheek and whispered goodbye. Carol clung to my arm tightly as we gazed upon the last mortal remains of Dolly Scott. The light seemed to catch and glow in the stone of her pendent. Carol had tears in her eyes as she said goodbye to her mother. Her closing words touched me to the quick bringing a lump to my throat and tears to my own eyes.

"'Bye, Mom. I love you and will miss you. David is with me. We're together again, and will be now forever. Can you see him? We're back together, and you're going to be a grandmother again. May the Goddess protect you, Mom, and bless our son."

"Dolly, it's David. After all these years, your faith has been rewarded. Carol and I are Us again. I loved you as my second mother. Goodbye, Dolly. May the Goddess protect and guide your spirit into the Light."

It was probably just a trick of the lighting, but I swore I saw a small smile on Dolly's face. Carol started beside me, and when I looked, she was looking at her mother's face in wonder. She didn't say then, but I was sure she saw it too.

Warm hands touched each of our shoulders lightly, and we both jumped a little. We hadn't noticed, but the aunts and Joanne had been close behind us the whole time, heard what we said, and saw what we saw. There were no words as we all stepped into a five-way group hug. There were no dry eyes in that group.

The funeral director asked us to step into another room while they closed the casket. The preacher remained with Dolly while they performed this last act, sealing her remains from view. Shortly, the funeral director returned and asked us to re-enter the chapel. As we moved back into the chapel, Carol clinging tightly to my arm, the funeral director stopped me.

"Mr. Lloyd?"

"Yes?

"Mr. David Lloyd?"

"Yes?"

He shook my hand, then turned it over, and placed an object in my palm. I looked at it and saw it was Dolly's moonstone pendent I gave her for Christmas all those years ago.

"Wha... ?

"Sir, I was asked by the family to make sure you got this. We always remove the jewelry when we close the coffin. I was told you gave it to her many years ago, and that she never took it off until today. I am directed to tell you it was stated in her Will that this pendent is for your oldest daughter, Rhiannon. Will you please ensure she gets it?"

I was overwhelmed, and tears came to my eyes once more. Carol squeezed my arm and snuggled close. I whispered to Carol as we moved to our seats in the front row, next to Pie and Jo.

"How did she know Rhiannon's name? I haven't talked to your mother in many years and certainly not since Diane and I were married. The last time I talked to her, she was at Bob's for Christmas several years ago, and we spoke briefly when Bob called to wish me Merry Christmas. Did you tell her?"

"No, David, I didn't. As far as I know, none of us, except maybe Bob, knew her name. I only learned it from writing Diane in the last couple months. Mom's will was drawn up and sealed five or six years ago. But now that I think of it, she seemed to know a lot about you, and always spoke well of you, especially to that man."

Before we sat down, the preacher moved over to me and asked me. "As the only male family member present, the aunts have asked that you say a few words. I apologize for the late notice. I know you haven't had time to prepare anything."

"Thank you, I'll be glad to speak. I wanted to regardless."

The preacher then moved to the lectern and opened the service. He said the usual prayers and read the obligatory maudlin poetry. He never met Dolly in life, and the tone of his service reflected it. Even the usual soul-saving sermon seemed very unconvincing. Finally, he asked me to speak on behalf of the family. As I moved to the lectern, Carol blew me a kiss.

"Most of you here probably never met Dolly Scott. She wasn't well-known in this community. You're here out of respect for her sisters, Pie and Jo, and I thank you for it. As I said, you probably never met Dolly, which is your loss. She was a very special lady, and I loved her dearly. For a short time in my life, she was a second mother to me.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Dave Lloyd. I came to know Dolly first through her son, Bob, then through her daughters, Carol Anne and Riekie. I was asked to represent her sons here today, because they could not attend. I'm also here as a son-in-law, with my wife, Carol Anne.

"Dolly was many things to many people. She had a quick laugh, a gay heart and an indomitable optimism. She had faith in her friends and was faithful to her friends. She was one of the best cooks I've ever known. She had a generosity of spirit yet to be equaled in my experience.

"But the things I remember most of Dolly, were the gifts she bestowed upon me. Not the physical products of the holidays, but true gifts of and from the spirit. Dolly gave me her love and her friendship freely and unqualified. She gave me dignity and respect. But most importantly, she gave me the most precious gift of all. Dolly gave me her daughters, to be my wives. I love you, Dolly. Thank you for allowing me to say these few words. May the Goddess protect you and guide your spirit to the Light."

I wanted to say more, but lost the words. I would have named My Girls, but with only one present, I'm sure most people thought I had actually spoken in the singular when I in fact spoke in the plural. I returned to my seat and Carol snuggled up. I put my arm around her and held her close, tears streaming freely down my cheeks.

The preacher gave me an odd look when I invoked the Goddess as he himself closed the chapel part of the service and invited those who wished to join the family at the cemetery for the interment.

At the cemetery, the usual service of committal was performed. Carol wept silently through it. She had said goodbye to her mother at the chapel, as had the aunts, but seeing her coffin finally committed to the ground was difficult. I snitched a carefully selected single red rose from the flowers brought to the graveside. When the service was complete and the preacher said the benediction, Carol and I looked for Kit's marker. We didn't have to look far; it was right next to Dolly. I knelt at Kit's grave, Carol stood beside me, her hand holding my arm. I laid the single rose on her grave and kissed the stone gently. I made a promise to Kit.

"Kit, if you can hear me, we missed our chance. Now I make you this solemn promise. I will find your father Paul and return him to your mothers, and I will bring him here to meet you. May the Goddess keep your soul."

I felt warm hands on my shoulders: Pie and Jo had heard my promise. I took each of them in my arms and hugged them tenderly.

We returned to the house for the reception. Some of the aunts' neighbour ladies had gone ahead to welcome those who arrived ahead of us. The funeral limo dropped us directly at the house. As I helped her from the car, Carol let her dress ride up those beautiful thighs, and deliberately gave me an open view of her gorgeous pussy. She was open, wet, and still leaking from our last round of lovemaking. That sexy view gave me an instant erection which was not lost on her. I pulled her into my arms as she came fully to her feet and kissed her full lips passionately. She ground her pelvis into me, feeling my boner and making it harder. She whispered sensually.

"Mmmm! That's more like it! We were starting to get a little too down, I think. Mom would want us to be happier and show our love, don't you think?"

"You're absolutely right, My Love. I feel better all ready." And ground my pelvis into hers. We wrapped an arm about each other and entered the house.

The neighbour ladies had put out quite a spread. We wouldn't need any supper this night. Carol and I mingled with the other guests, Pie or Jo always hovering close to make introductions.

"Mrs, So-and-so, please meet my niece, Carol Anne and her husband David."

Occasionally we had to introduce ourselves.

"This is my wife Carol Anne, Dolly's younger daughter, and I'm David."

Or

"This is my husband David, and I'm Carol Anne, Dolly's daughter."

Sometimes Joanne introduced us to people she was talking to as 'Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd. Carol is Dolly's daughter."

We had come out, and in style. If these people only knew there were two more Mrs. Lloyd's!

As we met various people, the most common question was. "What happened to the other younger woman who was at the funeral home yesterday?"

Carol had an answer that may have raised curiosity, but satisfied the question. "Oh that person! She is the daughter of my estranged father. She left with him. They didn't want to be here when I arrived."

I think there were a few people who figured out that the matron of yesterday and the sexy beauty of today were the same person, but they kept it to themselves.

After about a half hour of meeting and chatting with total strangers, Carol gave me a lewd wink and said loudly so the people near us would hear.

"David, would you come upstairs with me? There's something I need some help with. The pets need feeding."

Then she walked briskly to the stairway, and headed up without looking back. I followed behind. Carol took the stairs two at a time, causing that dress to ride up her shapely thighs. Following behind, I was treated to the mesmerizing sight of firm cheeks and pussy lips winking from under the dress as she almost raced up the stairs. She entered the first room she came to, and I followed.

As I entered the room behind her, Carol turned and almost literally jumped into my arms, plastering her mouth on mine in one of her tongue-sucking soul kisses. My cock was already hard from watching her climb the stairs, and that kiss just tempered the steel of it to almost painful hardness. I reached behind me and quietly closed the door.

Mouth still fastened to mine, she dropped her hands and undid my fly. My hands dropped to cup those resilient cheeks, lifting her dress over her hips. Without any preamble or foreplay, she pulled my cock out and slipped it under her dress. Still standing, I entered her in a single stroke. Her pussy was hot, wet, and clasping. Her muscles were squeezing and rippling and jerking as I began thrusting. Her arms went 'round my neck, and her mouth stayed glued to mine as I pumped and jerked into her in a wild stand-up fuck. Carol's hips ground and churned against me.

She was so hot and eager, it was just a very short time until I felt her hips grinding very rapidly into me. My own thrusts got short and rapid. We jerked and fucked into each other for a few more strokes then her hips convulsed once and locked to me, her muscles clamping and milking, fucking me from the inside. My balls leapt and heaved. I felt the end of my cock explode, and it spat gob after gob after gob of thick creamy sperm deep into her pussy. I felt her fluids and mine mingle where we were joined. Her hips jerked and spasmed with each jerk and spit of my penis. She groaned loudly into my mouth as the kiss that started it continued.

We broke the kiss gasping, my knees about to collapse, and Carol wobbly on her own We supported each other there for a few more minutes, legs shaking, and hips moving gently together as her internal muscles stripped the last of my baby makers into her belly. In another few minutes, my dick softened and fell out of her with a wet sucking sound. She kissed me lightly, then squatted and licked me completely clean, her dress completely around her waist, luscious pussy fully exposed. Stringy white cream dripped and oozed from her onto the floor, making a small puddle beneath her. Satisfied with her work, she placed a sweet kiss on the tip, tucked me back into my pants and zipped me up.

"There we were stuffing our faces with all that food, and poor Miss Pussy was starving. That rascal, Sweet Prince filled her all up." Carol, still squatting, spread her thighs even more, fully revealing her gaping well-fucked pussy. "How's she look? I bet she's a mess, she's such a sloppy diner."

"She looks fine to me, but she's drooling and spilt some of her food on the floor. We should wipe it up before someone slips in it. Stay put, there's some Kleenex on the night stand."

She was still dripping quite heavily, so I made her stay squatting obscenely where she was so the mess on the floor wouldn't get too large. I retrieved the tissues and gently wiped Miss Pussy's lips and chided her for being such a messy eater, then wiped the spooge off the floor.

"Miss Pussy, you simply must learn some manners. You waste too much of your food."

I helped Carol to her feet, and before pulling her dress back down, knelt and gave Miss Pussy a sloppy kiss. I licked into her slot and got a taste of myself.

"There! Not perfectly clean, but enough so Miss Pussy won't drool any of her supper on the living room carpet."

I finished wiping up the floor and deposited the used tissues in the waste can by the bed. I still didn't know whose room we had used. I stepped into Carol's arms and we enjoyed a very loving kiss before we returned to the rest of the group. We were only gone about fifteen minutes. I guess that's why they call them quickies... 

Some little old lady with blue hair (Yeah, you know the type.) who heard Carol ask me to help her feed the pets, asked her if we got them fed alright. She had pets of her own, and said, "I know how it is with some pets. Mommy's little darlings can be so fussy when we travel."

Carol's sense of the ridiculous kicked in, her reply totally deadpan. "Yes, our favourites, Sweet Prince and Miss Pussy can be so messy sometimes. That rascal Sweet Prince, who's always been a standup sort of creature got all excited and spit up all over Miss Pussy's fur; then she gobbled her food so fast she spilled it, and drooled all over the floor. They made quite a mess."

I choked on my coffee. Pie, who didn't know about Sweet Prince or Miss Pussy, overheard the exchange. I saw the light of revelation appear on her face, and she walked away giggling to tell Jo. They had seen us rush upstairs and knowing we didn't have any pets, they knew what we really went for. So now they knew about Sweet Prince and Miss Pussy. Somehow, I knew, being Koorstis women, they, too, probably anthropomorphized their genitalia. It seemed to be a family trait. I wondered what their pussy creatures were named. The little blue-haired lady fully understood the problems of pets, and kept babbling on, none the wiser her leg had just been pulled almost clean off.

Carol and I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon visiting with various interesting people. Several who overheard the exchange about the messy pets were sympathetic and others decried the wisdom of traveling with pets. Carol and I worked hard to keep our faces straight. I noticed Pie and Jo glance at us from time to time and turn away with a suppressed giggle. Carol never noticed Pie and Jo's response, because she was having too much fun at some other people's expense. If Riekie had been with us, Lord knows where this would have gone. I'm sure the 'Little Girl' and the 'Temperance Lady' would have put in an appearance -- the 'Temperance Lady' for sure -- this was her natural audience.

The preacher tried to draw me into a theological discussion, but I wasn't having any of it. Carol had set the light tone by jerking the blue-haired lady's chain, and I wanted more laughs. Dolly herself was a fun and often irreverent person in life. Her wake should reflect that as a celebration of her life, and Carol clued into that instinctively. We traded gentle ripostes all the rest of the day and had several good laughs.

The guests had all departed by early evening and we were left with the cleanup. The neighbour ladies had offered to stay and help, but Pie and Jo said they'd had enough of people around and would do it themselves. Carol and I volunteered to do the cleanup while they put their feet up and rested. Joanne had developed a splitting headache an hour before, and went to lie down for a while. She wanted to spend some time visiting with Carol and me later, and thought a short nap would refresh her. We agreed with her decision; she was obviously in pain and looked unwell.

I took off my jacket and tie, rolled up my sleeves and Carol and I busied ourselves picking up dishes and disposing of all the Styrofoam plates and plastic cutlery. The crowd had all been older, so there wasn't much mess. The most numerous items were the fancy tea cups the ladies favoured for tea. We got them all picked up and washed up the cups and saucers.

We were in the kitchen with the door closed, Carol bent over putting cups away on a lower shelf. That dress tended to climb up her legs whenever she bent sharply, revealing lots and lots of her luscious thighs. The material pulled taut across her pantieless cheeks, highlighting the wonderful roundness of her tight buttocks. The sight of her like that was suddenly a huge turn on for me, and my penis responded accordingly, making a large tent in the front of my pants. With her still bent over, I stepped in behind her, placed my hands on her hips and ground my very obvious erection into her bum. She got a firm grip on the cupboard and wiggled that delightful bum right back at me.

She giggled. "Oh, you dirty old man! What are you going to do to poor little me? What is that awful thing poking my bum? I'm all bent over and defenseless! I bet you want to stick that awful thing inside my poor little wet pussy and make a mess!"

"The thought occurred to me. Your pretty little bum just looks too tempting sticking up in the air like that."

"Oh, you awful man! You have me totally at your mercy!"

This was just a little much for my libido. I reached down, lifted the hem of her dress and ran my finger through her slot. She was soaking, and her lips parted easily. I ran my fingers through again, strumming her clit as I did. She shifted her position, opening herself more, and moaned in appreciation.

"Mmmmm! Feels good. I want him in me, but what if someone comes in?"

I was too far gone now with lust to care. I undid my pants and let them drop, freeing my engorged member. Fisting it to even fuller hardness, I steered it toward her hot honey pot, saying. "Right now, the only one coming in is me!"

I entered her from behind in one smooth stroke, and she reared back to take it.

"Mmmmm! Go-oo-oo-d! That's so nice! I feel him differently. Why haven't we ever tried it this way before? I think he's deeper. Mmmmm! Do me now!"

I was beyond conversation. I slid my hands from her hips around her tummy, holding her up and into me. I grunted, pulled almost all the way back and thrust in again, setting the rhythm. On that first thrust, she reared back into me, moaning and gasping her pleasure.

"Mmmmmm! Oh! So go-oo-od! So deep! Fuck me, David! Fuck me hard!"

I thrust long and hard as she gripped the cupboard solidly, her hips bumping and grinding in a circular motion as she fucked back at me. Soon my strokes shortened and became faster and harder; Carol's hips bumped, ground and twisted back into me, her muscles rippling and convulsing along and around my pounding cock. I reached down to her furry patch with one hand, steadying her with the other, and strummed her clit, my fingers working her to a frenzy. Soon we were building toward another blinding mutual orgasm. I felt my eruption rising in me, my balls lifting and swelling to bursting. I gripped her hips tightly and pulled her back into me as Carol's muscles began a frenzied jerking and milking of my rampaging member.

The explosion almost upon me, I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed hard all the way to her depths and held as my balls exploded and spat surge after surge of hot, sticky, baby batter deep into her convulsing, squeezing pussy, my knees almost buckling at the intensity of the release. At the same time as I powered that last deep, hard thrust into her, Carol's body slammed back into me, her hips grinding and humping. She came hard, squirting my balls with her own hot fluid. She cried out, not quite yelling, trying hard to keep the noise down.

"UH! UH! UH! GOD! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! OGOD! UUUHHH-uuuhhh!"

As we exploded together, her knees started to give out; I felt her stumble and sag, and caught her, my hands slipping under her tummy and holding her up, forcing her back into my still pulsing cock. We stayed together, weak-kneed, gasping for breath, hips still pumping gently as my cock continued to jerk and spit inside her, her muscles stroking and squeezing out every last drop of thick, white, sticky sperm. Gradually our breathing relaxed and we were able to move a little. I relaxed my grip on her tummy, leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck.

"Oh, David! What's happening to us! I can't get enough of you! That was so good!"

At long last, I withdrew from her, stepping back, my cock, still semi-erect leaving her still clasping pussy with a wet sucking sound, a gooey string of sticky sperm connecting us. White cream oozed from her still gaping hole, dribbled through her slot, coating her lips, to her still erect clitoris and dripped onto the floor. She groaned at the lost contact, and pushed her hips back.

"OOooooo, not yet..."

A noise behind us by the door startled us out of our post-coital reverie. I tripped over my pants, now around my ankles, and almost fell to the floor, catching myself by grabbing the edge of the counter beside me. We must have looked a sight, Carol bent obscenely, dress around her hips, come leaking and dripping from her open pussy; me in my shirt-tail, pants around my ankles, semi erect penis still oozing sperm and connected to her by a long shiny string of goo. There could be no question what we had just been doing!

Carol struggled to stand, her dress still around her waist, my hands helping her up. We were both red in the face as a soft Dutch accent announced delightedly.

"Ah, so! We finally get to meet those irascible pets Miss Pussy and her Sweet Prince! They really are a nice couple, don't you think, Jo? But they are really very messy diners, as we've heard!"

Caught 'flagrante delecto', neither Carol nor I made a move to straighten or replace clothing. Miss Pussy still oozed and dripped; Sweet Prince oozed and waved in the breeze, still semi-hard and missing his warm furry friend. Pie and Jo doubled over laughing. These old maid 'spinsters' never ceased to amaze.

"You two make too much noise! We heard you in the living room and thought you were having a fight! What a battle! Who won?"

Seeing our extreme embarrassment, Pie relented, and the two of them came to us. She handed each of us some tissue and told us to clean ourselves up a little. Then she and Jo both gave us a kiss and a hug, carefully avoiding contact with Sweet Prince although they eyed him hungrily.

"We're happy for you, and anytime you feel the need for each other in this house, especially this weekend when you are trying so hard to conceive, please feel free. This house is your home while you're here. Now, clean your selves a bit and join us in the other room, we'd still like to talk."

They left quietly, still chuckling and left us a little privacy. I used my tissue to wipe Carol off. She recovered enough that rather than wipe my member she dropped to a crouch and licked me clean. In her crouch, her thighs spread obscenely again and she leaked some more onto the floor. When she stood, she brought my pants back up with her and tucked me safely away. I dropped down, wiped her a little more, and kissed Miss Pussy on the lips, tasting myself again. Carol moaned and cooed her delight at my cleaning. Satisfied at my handy work, I pulled her dress back down over her sweet hips and used the tissues to clean the mess off the floor.

We linked arms and joined the aunts in the living room, our faces reddening again as we passed through the door.



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Chapter 52


Blushing anew Carol and I joined the aunts in the living room. Pie started without any preamble. Her voice was friendly and she smiled warmly as she spoke.

"You two do not need to be ashamed of yourselves. You are desperately trying to conceive a new life, and what better time to do it, than while celebrating the life of a loved one who has just passed. Carol, I heard you ask David what was happening to you. You should know, but perhaps not, because you've never experienced it before. You're coming close to your fertile time, and your body feels it. It wants to copulate as often as possible to ensure your egg is fertilized.

"To ensure that, your body is producing pheromones at a phenomenal rate. These pheromones react on David and keep him in a constant state of arousal and readiness, even stimulating him to produce far more than the usual amount of semen he normally does." She grinned hugely. "And from what I've heard over the years that is saying something because his normal production is 'unusual'. <Giggle>

"Not to sound crude, but Carol Anne, the best way to say it is: you are in heat, and David, like any other male animal when his female is in heat, is in rut. Once you conceive, you will notice a drop in your libido. Knowing you two, and the way you used to be, to a casual observer, there may be no noticeable drop at all, but you will feel it.

"All this brings me to a point. David, your mother and daughter have both said Carol Anne will be most ready to conceive sometime tomorrow or tomorrow night. We want the two of you to move in here with us for the balance of the weekend. The bedroom you used this afternoon to 'feed the pets' <Giggle> is unused, and it is yours. I imagine the motel staff will be glad to hear <Grin> the end of you. We want you to be somewhere that you can satisfy those breeding urges as quickly as possible. We do not want to take a chance on missing conception simply because you happened to be in a socially inconvenient location. We will expect a little decorum, but if you must, you must. Jo and I will be as discrete as possible. What do you kids say to that?"

Carol answered for us. She wasn't blushing any more; it was more like a flush, as she realized the truth of what Pie said. As she spoke, I was sure I saw her tongue plant itself firmly in her cheek... 

"Tante Pie and Tante Jo, we're happy to accept, but you may not know what you're getting into. David and I are extremely noisy and messy lovers, and always have been. <GIGGLE> Ask his parents; his poor father hardly ever got any sleep when David, Riekie and I made love. If you think you can handle the noise, we'll get our stuff right now. After all, Rascal, the Sweet Prince needs a safe place to feed Miss Pussy, eh?"

Rascal?Methinks there's a bit of a wives' conspiracy here somewhere.

Jo spoke then. "David can get your belongings and settle up the account at the hotel. We would like you to stay with us and have a long hot bath without your man pestering you. Tomorrow could be a long day for you, and you should be as fresh as possible. David can have a bath when he returns."

That settled it. I returned to the hotel, gathered our belongings and threw them in the truck. I went to the motel office to settle up the account. I expected other charges, given the noise we'd made, but the concierge only charged me for our phone calls, which reminded me I should call tonight. I thought the folks at home at least needed an update and a hello. The man was very nice and seemed genuinely concerned that we were leaving a night early. I told him we'd been invited to stay with relatives for the night, and would not need a refund on the rooms. Bob had paid for them fully expecting they'd be used both nights. If the motel management decided they must give a refund, please reverse it on to Bob's credit card. Finished with our business, I jumped in the truck and drove the short distance to the aunts'.

I let myself in and carried our bags to our room. There was no sign of anybody. Joanne must have really gone to sleep with her headache, the aunts had apparently made themselves scarce, and Carol was probably in her bath. The queen size bed had already been turned down, and some thoughtful person had placed a towel on Carol's side of the bed. I set my suitcase on the bed to get out my toilet items, and heard a familiar crinkly plastic sound. Somebody was really thinking.

As I organized our clothes and hung items in the closet, I noticed a clear plastic box on a table in one corner. It was a box meant for display. Inside, folded neatly was a very stained and yellowed cotton sheet. The top stain, now brownish in colour was apparently dried blood. A neatly lettered card on the sheet simply said 'Carol Anne, August, 1965'. In an identical box on an identical table in the opposite corner was a neatly folded woolen blanket, obviously very stained as well, with another brownish stain almost framed by the folding. Another neatly lettered card said 'Riekie, August, 1965'. I had a suspicion that somewhere in another room was a similar box with a sheet or blanket and a card that said 'Piete, 1938'. It became apparent to me, that this room, or one like it, regardless of where the aunts lived, was always kept for us, almost as a shrine. I was deeply touched.

I wondered where everyone else was, but soon found out, as I heard giggling and squeals from down the hall. Carol was having her bath, but she wasn't alone, it seemed.

I'd been told it was a private bath for her, so once I had our clothes neatly stowed, I went back downstairs. I hadn't heard any one pass our door, but when I got down to the living room, Joanne was there, looking like someone who just got up, and maybe even mildly hung over.

"How're ya feelin' now, Joanne? You looked like hell when you went for your nap. Sure you're not coming down with something? You still look a little tired."

"I'm fine now, David, it just takes me a while to wake up. My headache's almost gone. I get them sometimes when I run into what amounts to information overload."

I never noticed when Joanne started calling me David. All the other women in the house had called me that for years, but the last I remembered, Joanne still called me the more common 'Dave.' I liked the sound of Joanne calling me David. It had the true warmth of friendship to it.

"Information overload? How so?"

"Well, remember I said I wanted to be OK so I could visit with you and Carol Anne? <And she's calling her friend Carol Anne now! I like!> I still have a lot of questions. I missed out on so much by being a bitch. I want to be part of your lives again, but have no idea where to start because I know so little about you. This morning, you told me so much and yet so little. And then all the revelations yesterday! Wow! Then you told me about the Old Ways, and that just fascinated me. I want to know so much, and yet I feel I don't have the right to ask."

"Joanne, you've been re-accepted as our friend. Carol Anne has vouched that you are trustworthy and true, so you don't have to pass those tests with me. The summer that this all started, I had an amazingly similar conversation with Bob. You and I may not be very close as friends yet, but someday I think we will be. Because you are Carol Anne's special friend, and have been one through some extremely difficult times for her, you have earned the right to ask me or her anything you want. I say that because friends only ask the questions they need to be able to help their friend or to understand a situation. Sometimes those questions require the friend being asked to divulge everything.

"If you want to know about the Old Ways, I'm not the person to ask. You said you might go see Mom. Not only do I think that's a good idea, I actually urge you to do it. You see, Joanne, my family and the Koorstis family seem to have some unique bond through the Old Ways. Just what it is, and what its importance is, I have no idea. Somehow, I feel that you're a part of it. I look at you, and I see a witch. <She bridled.> Don't misunderstand the term 'witch'; it has nothing to do with the popular idea of a witch. Under the Old Ways, a witch is simply a student and devotee of the Goddess. She has some special knowledge, but it is mainly herb lore and strangely, holistic medicine; and of course many of the rites and rituals that pertain to the Goddess and her veneration.

"If she uses 'spells' and 'incantations' they are little different from the catechisms you say in church. I said I see you as a witch. You could become a Priestess like Mom, but you will have to talk with her about that. I can certainly see you as her apprentice, along with Rhiannon and Diane Marie. The reason I say this, is I sense something about you that tells me you have Old Blood. We'll never know for sure, though, because your true birth heritage was sealed when you were adopted. When you meet Mom, she may sense it better than I, and I suspect that Rhiannon is going to spook you right out."

"You keep mentioning Rhiannon. That's your daughter, right? <I nodded> And that she seems to have special knowledge and talents. I didn't know you had a daughter old enough to have studied that much."

"I don't. Rhiannon turned six last January."

"Six years old? And she has this amazing power? How?"

"We're not sure. We know there's some Old Blood on my side of the family. Both Mom and I have the Sight, as we call it, to some degree. We don't know Diane's background very well, but Mom is convinced she's one of Her special ones, she calls a Princess. If she is, she gets it from her father's side, but we know nothing of him. Mom also says Carol and Riekie are Princesses, and those two girls are VERY special to her. Not a day has gone past in the last twenty years that she has not asked me about them. Her special interest has been Carol Anne, because of the trauma she experienced, but she has been very interested in Riekie as well."

"I won't bother you with any more questions about the Old Ways right now, David. There's no way I could begin to absorb everything you could tell me yourself in a few short hours. It's taken you a lifetime to figure these things out. When Carol Anne finishes her bath, I'd just like to spend a little time with the two of you, and if you'll forgive the corniness, bask in your love. What you two have is so special, I can't imagine two people more in love."

"Then, Joanne, you must visit the farm, because Diane and I share a similar love. And someday soon, Riekie will be joining us again, and I share a like love with her. She and Carol Anne, despite some differences left to resolve, are equally in love. The odd person out there is Diane, but I think that's not going to be an issue..."

Just then, Carol came into the room wearing a white terry robe, fresh from her bath. It was obviously brand new. She looked absolutely radiant. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and her hair, while still damp from the bath, shone healthily.

"Sounds like I'm missing something. What was that you just said about Diane not being an issue? And before I forget, the aunts say you should have your bath soon. They can't be up all night; they need their sleep. Your robe is on our bed."

Why would my bath keep them up?

"OK, I'll go up as soon as I catch you up on what I was saying. I'm sure Joanne has a lot to discuss with you, too. I was saying that despite some differences to sort out, you and Riekie are in love, and that that is part of our relationship. At first glance, it appears that would leave Diane the odd one out, but I don't think that's going to be much of an issue, That's what I was saying as you came in. If I'd been allowed to continue, I was about to tell Joanne what Diane said to me last night. I thought I told you, but maybe not, we had a lot to talk and think about as it was.

"Anyway, Diane said, and I quote, 'David, she sounds so nice! I HAVE to meet her!... I think I love her, too! Is that possible? So soon?' It's actually two separate statements, but they go together. Even though she's never met you, Carol Anne, she's falling for you, and this girl has never had any girl-on-girl experience, so there's something else at work here, because her last question would indicate that she senses a certain inevitability in it."

"And strange as it may seem, I feel something similar happening to me."

"Well, you girls do your own catching up. I'm off to my bath. When I'm done, Carol Anne, do you think the aunts would let us call home? I think we should at least check in with them and let them know we're still alive. Can I have a kiss before I go, or do I smell too bad?"

"I think that's a great idea! You ask them when you go for your bath.<HUH?>You smell just fine to me, but the rest of the crowd thinks you're a little ripe. Miss Pussy says she's not sleeping with Rascal tonight until he has a bath, seeing as she's all nice and clean and sweet smelling now."

'Oh. It's not you, but that creature, eh?"

"Yup! Gimme a kiss."

I kissed her tenderly and she returned it with enough vigor to get her friend stirring. I left the girls chatting happily, and went up to my bath. I stripped in our room, slipped on the new robe set out for me, and padded down the hall to the bathroom. There was no shower, but a large old-fashioned tub, with scented candles all around the rather large bathroom. The scent of the candles could only be described as delicious. The bath had already been drawn, so I stepped into the water, which was a perfect temperature.

As I sank down into the tub, and started to relax, two figures entered the room — Pie and Jo. I had no idea what the hell was going on. I felt a little embarrassed, but after what they'd seen earlier, this was nothing. I might be nude, but I was in the tub, and completely covered. The aunts came to the side of the tub and stripped off their own robes. I was stunned. They may have been ladies in their early sixties, but their bodies were considerably younger. I was suitably impressed. Pie saw me staring and laughed.

"Don't get any ideas, David. We are here simply to bathe you and make you comfortable."

"OK, so I'm to be bathed by two rather lovely nude ladies, right? Why?"

"The two of you are trying to conceive, and we want to help in any way we can. We are so bound under the Old Ways. We had hoped you would get pregnant all those years ago, but it did not happen. Because you are trying so hard this weekend, and in our home, we want you to be as comfortable with us as possible. We do not condone public fornication, but in this instance, if Carol Anne feels the urgent need to be filled, we want you to be able to do it whether we're in the room or not. We will make a discrete exit if that happens, but you must not be embarrassed if we see your body or parts of it <Grin>. To that end, we are giving you a very personal bath to help you become more comfortable and relaxed with us.

"Sit back, relax, and enjoy. Part of your bath includes a little neck and back massage, and a thorough cleaning of your entire body. Because of the nudity and our touch on your body, we fully expect that you will develop an erection. We will do nothing to encourage or discourage that normal reaction. We want you to be able to become erect and be able to expose it any time around us without embarrassment as Carol Anne's needs dictate."

They both giggled like teenagers, and then proceeded to give me the most wonderful bath I've ever had. Jo was an expert masseuse, and I felt the tension drain completely from me as she worked my neck and shoulders. I didn't realize how tense I was, but when you consider all the events crammed into the last thirty six hours for me, it wasn't surprising. Those ladies washed and probed every inch of my body. They made me stand while they did my lower half, and giggled appropriately as their soft hands got me hard.

Pie had Jo handle my penis and showed her every part of it, as though Jo had never seen one. I was curious, because even though she was raped, she must have seen his. She hesitated, but described what happened to her. She said she always kept her eyes closed through every episode with Scott. She did not want to see her tormentor or any part of him. She said she even learned to make her vagina numb so she couldn't feel him rutting in her, and Pie was always there to douche and wash her afterward so she didn't have to experience his stuff leaking and seeing it, and to soothe her soreness, because she never got wet for him either.

I was amazed that she was able to distance herself that far from her rape, and in a moment of rare insight concluded this woman was actually still a virgin, her hymen lost to accident and violence, not sex.

I made that point forcefully. "Jo, I know this is a painful subject for you, but I think you are a hero for what you bore for the family. What happened to you was not sex, but violence, and while you lost your hymen to that violence, it is no different from a girl losing it to an accident, which happens all the time. You did not give yourself willingly to that person, and therefore should still be a virgin in your own mind and heart.

"If I was your lover, I would consider you a virgin, so therefore you are. You were never with a man. We can't even begin to describe what kind of monster took you, but you never gave yourself to him, and he was certainly no man as I know them. I know that. Pie knows that, and if you didn't before, now YOU know that. Jo, you are still emotionally a virgin, something that person could never take from you, regardless of what he did to you physically. Only your lover can have that, and it must be given willingly and hopefully with love."

Jo was in tears, but happy tears, thoroughly convinced in her own virginity.

"I believe you, David, but now I'll die a virgin having never known a man."

"Nonsense, Jo! You will know a man before you die, and if I have my way, you will have your wedding night and your sheet will join Pie's. You are still a very attractive woman, and any man would be pleased to bed you, but not just any man will. You will sleep with your husband, even after all these years, and Pie will be your witness and anyone else of us you wish. This I swear.

"So Pie, continue your demonstration and show her everything on me that you think she needs to know about a man. Just don't make me ejaculate; none of my wives have given their permission for that. Wouldn't it be the height of sad irony if you got me off, and that might just be the ejaculation meant to impregnate Carol Anne?"

Pie had listened to me with wonder and awe. "David, we always knew you had wisdom. What you have done for Jo is almost a miracle. How did you know about my sheet?"

"No miracle, Pie — common sense. The sheet -- that's easy -- you made such a shrine of ours, there had to be one for you. What does your card say? I thought it would simply say 'Piete, 1938.'

"That is close enough. The year is easy enough to deduce from Kit's birthday. We had hoped her sheet would join mine; alas it was not to be, but I'll let you in on a little secret. We thought it just might be you. She loved you, didn't you know? She fell in love with you the first day she met you, despite the age difference. Carol Anne knows, so you do not have to keep it a secret from her and one of you must tell Riekie that Kit was meant to be your third wife before tragedy struck and took you all from each other. Now you have Your Girls back, or almost back, and the Goddess has given you another in place of my Kit. Did you feel anything for Kit? I think you must from what you did at her grave today, kissing her stone and leaving a single red rose, the sign of love."

"Yes, Pie, I felt something very strong for Kit from the first I met her, but a sixteen year old doesn't expect to feel anything for an 'old person' of twenty six, or expect them to feel anything in return, so what I felt I dismissed as simple lust; Kit was an astoundingly beautiful and sexy woman. I put my reaction to her passionate kisses and hot mons down to simple teenage hormones reacting to a beautiful woman's touch, but deep down I knew it was more. When she was killed, I felt a sense of deep personal loss, but it was clouded and over ridden by what I perceived at the time as the greater loss of Carol and Riekie.

"Today, at Dolly's gravesite, with My Girls basically reclaimed, I finally realized what I had missed and lost. I didn't think anyone but me caught the significance of the single red rose. Most people seeing me take a flower would think I was taking one at random to place on a friend's grave, but I selected that rose carefully."

"Ah, so!"

"Now please finish my bath and Jo's instruction. The water's getting cool, and I suspect Carol Anne may be up here banging on the door wondering why I'm so long. We can talk about Kit and what might have been another time."

"That is so."

The aunts finished my bath and Pie showed Kit everything she thought she needed to make a man happy, and I gave her a few pointers, too. The discussion got rather clinical, and Jo had to work her hand hard to keep me erect enough to finish her lesson. Strangely, I felt no urge to orgasm. They really had lovely bodies, though; their breasts were still high and firm, with pert nipples and their hips were still gently rounded. Their pubic mounds were well furred with soft, silky looking curls. Their buttocks were firm and nicely rounded with no visible sag. Time hadn't stood still for them, but it had certainly slowed down. I could see what My Girls would look like at the same age, and I was very pleased with that prospect. I firmed up my already solid resolve to find Paul and bring him to them. They deserved as much; they had been too long without their man, and I somehow knew, he'd been too long without them.

My bath complete, I felt totally relaxed and clean. The aunts seemed happy too. I thought their night together might be one of their better ones. As I left the bathroom, I asked if Carol and I could call home. The aunts insisted we call, and that we didn't have to ask. They reminded me while we were there this was OUR home too, just as Mom and Dad had done all those years ago.

I slipped on my robe, no longer embarrassed at my nudity in front of these wonderful ladies, and rejoined Carol and Joanne. They were laughing and giggling, having a grand time. Joanne was actually laughing so hard she had tears running down her face. When asked, Carol said she'd been regaling Joanne with some of our stories. The one they were laughing so hard about when I joined them was that New Years when she and Riekie got poor old Clyde howling.

"Yeah, and did you tell her about Dad?"

"Only partly. The poor man tried to keep up with David, but you should have seen him the next day. And Bob! He said he'd never sleep in the same house as us again! He didn't quite go that far, but if he thought we were going to have a big weekend, he always found an excuse to be somewhere else!"

Joanne wiped the tears of laughter from her face. "Oh dear! You guys are just too hot! Well, I've got to get to bed; I'm leaving early in the morning so I can stop at my brother's for a visit before I go home. G'night!"

We rose with her, and gave her a big hug, and both Carol and I gave her a passionate kiss to send her on her way. She fairly melted. After Joanne floated up the stairs, Carol and I shared one of those kisses ourselves. Then I asked her if we had time to phone home.

"Whaddaya mean do we have time? I've been waiting all night to call them."

"Well, I wasn't sure if you might need some other attention first... After all, that pleasant duty has been given the highest priority."

"I'm OK for now, but you'll be the first to know. Now let's call Diane, and I hope Mom is there too."

"Why don't you call, and I'll listen in?"

Just then, Pie came into the room with another phone on a long cord.

"You can both have your own phone, so neither will miss a thing. Have fun, now I'm off to bed. Jo is a very happy lady tonight, thanks to you, David, and that means I'm about to be very happy. Good night."

She hugged us both and ran as lightly up the stairs as a woman a third her age. Carol glared at me.

"What'd you do to Jo to make her so happy? I caught the inference there."

"I gave Jo a miracle tonight. I restored her virginity."

Carol tensed, her face flushing. "You what? I don't believe that for a minute. You're the master of taking it, not giving it back! I'd like to see how you can fuck a hymen back into place!"

"Easy, Sweetheart! I didn't fuck anybody! Although from what I saw of them tonight, and if you girls look anything like they do at that age, I'm going to be fucking you with extreme pleasure well into my nineties! They're hot!

"All joking aside, My Love, I've been doing some thinking about Jo, and it can be applied at home, too, come to think of it, the situations are similar enough. Pie and Jo told me more about how Jo was raped. She never saw the beast while he used her. She kept her eyes locked shut, and she was able somehow to make her pussy numb so she wouldn't feel it either, and Pie was always right there with a douche to clean her up before she saw any of his stuff, as well. I suspect she was able to put herself in some kind of trance that said it wasn't happening. I convinced her that what happened to her meant she was still a virgin because she'd never actually known a man. The technical loss of her hymen to rape was little different than losing it to an accident, which does happen all the time.

"That's why she's so happy and Pie's convinced she's gonna be the beneficiary of that. I think she's right. Now, are you gonna call home or what?"

Carol visibly relaxed, smiled in acceptance and dialed our number. I picked up the other phone and slipped my free arm around her. The phone was answered on the first ring. It was Diane. Carol spoke to her.

"Hello? Diane Marie?"

"Carol Anne? Is that you? What's wrong? Is David OK?"

"There's nothing wrong, Honey, we just called to check in. David's right here with me. We may have to hang up suddenly, though. My time is getting close, and we're told we must act quickly whenever I feel the 'urge' if you know what I mean <Giggle>. How are the girls? Is Mom there?"

"<GIGGLE> It took me a minute, but now I understand. The girls are fine and want to know if you've made their baby brother yet. They're in bed right now, but they're all excited. Yes, Mom's here. She came back from Montreal early so she could be here if you had any questions. You can speak to her if you want. Why'd you call, anyway, not that I'm complaining, it's just a surprise."

Carol put herself out on a limb, but I was proud of her for it.

"Well, David wanted to call and just let you know everything is OK so far, but I wanted to talk to the sweetest girl I know, and tell her I love her."

"Ooooo! Carol Anne Lloyd! Why'd you do that to me? You just made me soak my panties, and I've never even seen a picture of you save a poor yearbook one that David says doesn't even look like you."

"I said it because I mean it, Diane Marie. I've never seen a picture of you, either, but anyone who can be as generous as you, has to be some one I can and will love. Your voice on the phone melts me. I felt it yesterday afternoon the first time I called you, and I've felt something through our letters, too. Then David told me what you said, and I realized what I was feeling and I just HAD to tell you. I hope I'm not scaring you, Dear Heart. Now, listen closely: I. Love. You. Ok?"

"Oooo! Carol Anne, I-I love you, too. Is it OK to love a woman?"

"I have two aunts here who think it is, and when he gets home on Monday, David will tell you lots more. We can't tell you everything right now, the phone just isn't right. I'm just sorry I can't be there with you to share the telling of our story, but Ben needs me home soon. He's ill again, and I have to run the business for him."

"I wish you could be here, too. Some body else wants to talk to you. I'll talk to you again when she's done. Ok? Here's Mom.'

"Hello? Carol Anne?"

"Hi, Mom! Long time no hear!" There was a catch in Carol's voice. She was close to tears.

"Carol Anne Lloyd? What's the story there, Daughter?"

"It-it's a long, sad one, Mom, but I changed my name to keep my sanity. It's all legal and everything. David had a big fight with that man who used to be my father yesterday and literally freed my soul. I came to Mom's funeral with just the intent of having him give me his baby like he promised, but we're back together now, and even Riekie is coming back to us. Is Diane Marie listening?"

"No, she went to check on Jenny."

"Good. For now, don't tell her anything until David gets home. Do you still have our Prom pictures? If you do, you should have them with you to show her when David tells her what we had and are going to have again. David told Joanne you think Diane's one of us, one of Hers. Is that so? Oh Mom! It's so good to hear your voice! I've missed you and Dad so!"

"It's so good to hear you again too, Carol Anne! It's time and past you girls came home! Yes, I still have those pictures. Don looks at them all the time, but I couldn't bring myself to until today. Like David, it hurt too much. And yes, I'm sure Diane Marie is one of you. She has a bit of Sight, too. Oh! Here she is back. Give my love to David."

"I'm right here, Mom. I've just been letting you girls do the talking. I love you Mom. Your faith in us and our love has paid off big time. Now I have a request from two wonderful ladies. They ask for the blessing of the Goddess for themselves and a Quest I will be undertaking when I get home. Would you please give Tante Pie and Tant Jo the Goddess' blessing? They've been too long without."

"Why certainly, David, you can tell them I'll look after that tonight, and what 'Quest' of yours?"

"I vowed to find their brother for them. He disappeared in 1939."

"Oh my, David, you pick the hard ones, don't you? I must hear the whole story on that before I can give it Her blessing."

"I understand. You'll hear it all Monday night."

"Here's Diane Marie. I'll see you Monday. Love you David. Carol Anne?"

"Yes Mom, I'm here."

"Both Dad and I love you and we want you home, both of you, and the sooner the better. And if you need anything, or have any questions, call, day or night, OK?"

"Yes, Mom. I love you both, too, and I will. Byeee."

"'Bye, Carol Anne. Here's Diane Marie again."

"Hello? Carol Anne? David?"

"We're here, Sweetheart."

"Carol Anne, you're sending me to bed all wet, talking like that. Will you do me a favour? Send me a recent picture of yourself?"

"Yes, Dear, I'll have one taken as soon as I get home. I don't have any current ones, and you wouldn't want any before today, anyway. Do you have any of yourself you can send?"

"I think I do, if not, I'll get one. It'll be nice to see who it is I'm falling for." <Giggle>

"Yeah, <Giggle> that's right."

"Anything else, Carol Anne?"

"No, I don't think so. David will tell you everything on Monday, including how things went at the funeral. He has good news, too."

"The only good news I need to hear is that you're pregnant, Love. Are you guys trying? Listen to me <giggle> last night I was having second thoughts, now I think it would be the best news in the world!"

"It will be the best news! If I'm not already, I will be by the time we leave Monday. I think I can almost guarantee that. There seem to be some powerful forces at work to help us. Speaking of which, Miss Pussy is making her presence known, if you know what I mean, and she's getting anxious. I think it's all your talk of getting wet that's got her going." <GIGGLE>"

All this talk of pussies getting wet had a noticeable affect on me, too. My penis pushed out the front of my robe. Carol noticed, dropped her free hand and fished it out through the front of my robe, stroking as she talked to Diane.

"Well you make sure Rascal looks after that little girl for us, OK? Now you go take care of her. I'll talk to you real soon. Love you, Carol Anne. Love you, David, see you Monday."

"Love you, Diane Marie, Byeee." From both of us.

"'Bye, guys."

We hung up.



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Chapter 53


Carol turned into my arms and kissed me hotly, rubbing her pussy against my boner, her robe opening and trapping me between her slick lips.

"Take me. Here! Now!" She whispered, her hips pumping.

Carol's hips thrust back and forth, coating my penis with her juices as our kiss deepened. I clasped her cheeks and pulled her tighter to me. Her arms tightened around my neck, helping as I lifted her enough for my cock to centre on her slick hot tunnel, then I lowered her onto me, thrusting forward and up at the same time. I entered her in one smooth lunge, savoring the tightness and heat of her tunnel as her muscles massaged and rippled along the length of my penis. I was constantly amazed at how tight she remained even after several sessions and still leaking from previous fillings of sperm. Carol just hummed her pleasure at the penetration.

"Mmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmmm!"

From the top of the stairs we heard a giggle, then Joanne's voice.

"You two get to bed, your own bed!"

She'd heard of it earlier when Carol was regaling her with some of our exploits, and tried to work the old gag, but too late! For once we were already coupled. Carol and I both laughed. What that did to her muscles and what they did to me was indescribable.

The stimulation of her muscles as she laughed, rippling and flexing along my shaft sent my hips plunging and jerking almost uncontrollably. Carol responded in kind. We rutted like fools for only a few minutes, grunting and groaning in time with our movements, our hips thrusting and churning in perfect sync. Her muscles tightened and clenched on my rod, my balls lifted and surged, preparing their rich offering. Carol's hips lurched and heaved hard against me as I powered a final thrust deep into her hot tunnel. My balls erupted and my cock spit and squirted rope upon rope of thick creamy sperm deep into her body. Carol's body lurched hard as she felt my first gob of baby juice spurt into her, and her hips convulsed with each squirt from my erupting penis. Our legs close to collapse we clung to each other for support. She threw her head back and screamed! I think it was for the benefit of the ladies of the house, more than any thing.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiddddddddddd!"

There came a moan and thump from the top of the stairs. I think Joanne fainted. From deeper in the upstairs region we heard a lower key wail of satisfaction. We still had it! And though our couplings this day were quickies, each had been more and more intense and satisfying.

Our breathing gradually restored, and the shaking of our knees quieting, we kissed sweetly and separated, my penis still almost fully erect. Carol pulled the tail of her robe between her thighs and giggled. "Can't let Miss Pussy stain the carpet..."

We held hands and ran for the stairs, unmindful that our robes were open. As we got to the top of the steps, we saw Joanne making her way unsteadily to her room. She turned as she heard us coming up the stairs, her pretty face flushed. Her own robe was open, revealing her large, full breasts and the hint of a red-haired pussy. She seemed oblivious to her own dishabille as she stared glassily at our exposed bodies, my penis waving in the breeze, Carol's wet and matted pubic hair, her thighs shiny with our fluids, and groaned. "Hot! You guys are still too goddamn hot!"

Joanne disappeared into her room and we never heard another word from her that night. Carol and I just looked at each other and grinned as we slipped into our own room. Someone had been busy again; since I unpacked our bags, and had my bath, someone had been in and set out several of those fantastic scented candles. The atmosphere was very romantic. I gathered Carol into my arms and held her close, just feeling her closeness, and enjoying her warm breath on my neck as we cuddled. She nibbled at my neck and nuzzled into my whiskers. I was lost in my love for this wonderful creature.

"Carol Anne Lloyd, I love you. Will you bear my children?"

Carol squealed in delight. "Oh, David! We've always talked about having babies, but this is the first time you've actually asked me to have yours. I am honoured and pleased to bear your children!"

She kissed me with all the love she could muster. My soul, already hers, felt another tender chain wrap 'round it. Gently releasing me from the kiss, Carol took my hand and led me to the bed.

"Make your baby in me tonight." She whispered as we slipped the robes from each other, and fell slowly onto the bed in a soul-searing kiss.

We made tender love in the debris of our quick rut, our joined bodies making soft slurping sounds. We came together, my penis spitting and spitting its sticky offering of wiggling sperm deep within her, Carol holding me tight as her pussy convulsed and milked it from me. We shouted our joy and love as one.

"YES! YES! I LOVE YOU! YES! YE-E-E-SS!!"

Still joined we rolled to our sides and kissed each other tenderly, drifting off to contented sleep, my penis sealing my last offering of potent sperm deep within her.

I woke part way through the night. We were still joined, my penis once again fully erect, enjoying the sweet embrace of that delightful pussy, her cervix nibbling at the tip. Carol still slept peacefully, a smile of contentment adorning her beautiful face. I moved my hips gently against hers, sliding my cock easily within her hot depths. Even in sleep she moaned happily as her hips thrust back against me. Still lying on our sides, I started moving my hips more insistently and hers responded even in sleep. She opened her eyes, gazed into mine dreamily and smiled in contentment as she realized where I was and what I was doing.

"Now this is a most pleasant surprise. It's usually me waking you up in the middle of the night. Mmmmmmmm! I could learn to like this a lot! Just keep doing that David, it feels so-o-o-o-o good!"

Happy to oblige, I continued my slow, easy movements, gently fucking her wet, warm sheath, holding her tenderly in my arms. Carol's hips moved in unison with mine as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. We made gentle love for what seemed an eternity, but all too soon, the passion and intensity increased to fever pitch. Out hips began to thrust harder and faster. I rolled her onto her back and fucked her in earnest. Carol fucked me right back. Once again we rutted like wild beasts, our hips bucking and grinding together. I felt myself building toward an enormous release as Carol's cries and grunts intensified.

"OH! OH! UH! UH! UH! OGOD! OGOD! UH! UH!"

Carol's arms tightened around my neck and her legs wrapped tightly around my butt, her feet locked together, pulling me deeper on each thrust. We ground and pounded each other mercilessly, the sensations building and multiplying. I felt my balls lift almost into my body, tensing for a massive discharge. Carol's muscles tensed and rippled, massaging my cock. Her whole body shook and quivered as she neared her climax. We humped and pumped together, getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. We reached it together and jumped. With one last thrust that pounded her down into the bed, I felt that old familiar bittersweet pain of release as my balls exploded and my cock erupted, squirting and squirting and squirting, filling her pulsating, clutching pussy with what seemed like two quarts of scalding baby batter as deep as my plunging member could go. Carol's feet fell from my butt, and she planted them firmly on the bed, lifting and bucking her mons back into me, driving my spitting penis deeper still. Her arms wrapped so tight around my neck, I thought she'd break it, Carol screamed her orgasm to the world.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!!

Carol collapsed back onto the bed, her hips jerking and bumping as several mini orgasms rocketed through her beautiful frame. Her inner muscles clamped and released rhythmically, milking the last bit of baby juice from my still jerking penis. I collapsed on top of her. Gasping, we tried to regain control of our ragged breathing. Her hips still pumped and churned beneath me and my penis, too dumb to know it was empty, jerked and squirmed in her hot, tight grasp. Slowly, ever so slowly, we recovered our senses, our lips joining in a mind-and-soul-burning kiss as we sucked life from each other. Gently I rolled us back to our sides, and still connected, my cock sealing in the latest liquid attempt at impregnation, we cuddled as we drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

I woke at daylight feeling refreshed and invigorated, my morning woody once again lodged in that tight, wonderful pussy. Those gorgeous blue eyes were waiting for me as I wakened. A loving smile graced Carol's full lips as I returned to the living world.

"G'morning, Sweetheart! Oh that's so nice waking up like this again. You fill me up so-o-o-o good!"

"G'morning yourself, Beautiful. Waking up to those eyes and that smile is a treat to die for."

I moved my hips suggestively and something inside her nibbled almost playfully at the tip of my penis.

"Is it time to feed her yet? Or is she just sucking on a pacifier?"

"Miss Pussy is famished. She's been trying to wake Rascal up for the longest time, but he was as dead to the world as his partner."

"Rascal is it, now? Well, he had a busy night, keeping her fed. She fell asleep after her last feeding. Just how much has Diane Marie told you?"

"Just that, and his full name is Rascal, Our Sweet Prince. He's really a very nice penis, you know. He treats Miss Pussy like a lady, even when she forgets her manners and drools."

She giggled and moved her own hips very suggestively, her inner muscles rippling most wonderfully when she giggled. Her nipples burned into my chest. I slipped a hand between us and tweaked a nipple. She jumped and squirmed. I moved my hand and squeezed the whole luscious boobie. She moaned and squirmed on my pole again. We had been so busy just fucking since Friday night, I hadn't given her wonderful breasts what I thought was the proper attention.

"Miss Pussy would like her breakfast now, please."

"Rascal will be only too pleased to serve the Lady. Is she very hungry or just a little"

"Oh. She's very, very hungry! And in a hurry for her breakfast."

"Then we'll serve her as quickly as possible."

I rolled onto my back, carrying her on top of me. She got the hint, and started to ride. She started to play with her nipples herself but I pushed her hands away.

"You feed Miss Pussy, I'll play today."

So Carol rode and gyrated and wiggled her hips, stimulating Rascal her Sweet Prince to do wondrous things. I pinched and tweaked and squeezed those glorious mounds. Carol got her hips working really hard and leaned forward. I reached up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. The effect on her was electric: her hips redoubled their grinding back and forth motion; her muscles milked and pulsated around my rod.

I felt her building to a new orgasm and sucked her nipple harder. I reached and tweaked the other. Her whole body shook and convulsed as she came, grunting, soaking my genitals with her fluids. But she kept riding and I kept twiddling. Soon she was bucking even harder, bouncing joyfully on my rigid shaft. She built towards another massive climax, and this time I was with her. My hips lunged back at her, my cock hardening and swelling as it prepared to launch another barrage of thick creamy sperm deep into her body. As I thrust upward and impaled her one last time, her hips ground downward, screwing her self further onto my pole.

The end came suddenly. My cock swelled and squirted and squirted. Her hips plunged and locked, holding me deep in her. And each time my erupting penis squirted, her body convulsed and accepted the morning offering of sperm as it splashed and washed her womb. Carol rocked and shook in a massive orgasm, and she squealed.

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Carol fell prone on my chest, her breathing ragged. I struggled to catch my own. She wiggled her hips against me happily then lifted her face to mine for a kiss. I kissed her long and slow, putting all my love into it. She broke from the kiss, wiggled her pussy into tighter contact with my still hard penis. She whispered contentedly.

"Mmmmmm. Miss Pussy is all filled up now. Rascal, that Sweet Prince fed her all his Prescious Stuff. Keep him

in so she doesn't spill any. Her head nuzzled contentedly into my shoulder, she drifted back to sleep, her satisfied pussy creature munching happily on the tip of my cock, sucking out the last bit of her breakfast. Holding her gently in my arms, I drifted off again myself.

I awoke again sometime later to the feel of a lovely warm body draped over me and soft lips kissing me awake. She wiggled her hips on my morning woody, still buried in her, and moaned.

"Ooooooooo. I hate to make him pull out, but I have to pee real bad."

"Me, too, and I think we need a bath."

"Mmmm. Hmmm."

She tried to raise herself off my cock, but each time she was about to break contact, she groaned at the thought, and pushed herself back onto it with a sigh. Her motions should have been pleasurable on my penis, but with each movement, it seemed as if, while it seemed to get harder, it was also uncomfortably so. I put it down to an overly full bladder, which finally got me moving. I rolled her off me, finally removing myself from her sucking pussy. I slid off the bed and held my hand out to her.

"Our toilet awaits, M'lady."

I helped her into her robe, slipped mine on and we padded to the bathroom. Carol's need for relief seemed more urgent than mine despite my almost painful woody, so while she sat on the stool and passed her morning water, I started the tub filing. When she finished, she took me by the penis and led me to the stool. She aimed and I released. I passed a huge volume of urine easily, and much to the surprise of both of us, for once the erection didn't follow the urine down the drain. Her warm hand on my member caused it to swell even harder if that was possible and when she playfully stroked me, I had to push her hand away, her stimulation causing me some discomfort. I became alarmed, thinking maybe I was developing priapism, which can be a very painful condition and while it can look impressive to a female, is as bad as if not worse than actual impotence. I said as much to Carol. She laughed at first, but seeing I was serious, she said.

"Don't you remember what Tante Pie told us? As I get closer to my time, my body releases more and more pheromones, making your body respond beyond its normal limits? I think it just means we're getting close. I may be pregnant already -- I should be, with the amount of His Precious Stuff you've squirted into Miss Pussy since Friday night, but I don't think I am yet so my body is still working overtime and so yours is too.

"You used to leave me full, but nothing like this weekend. You've kept me so full, and constantly full, I almost squish when I walk, and I leak like a sieve. Look at me now. When we go down to breakfast, I think I'll call Mom. I have some questions for her that may be beyond Tante Pie's knowledge. I don't think other women get as horny as I have when they're near their time, and I don't think they have the effect on their men that I'm having on you. I think we better check out the why of it. Our sex has always been so much fun, but I sensed the last couple times that some of the spark was gone, and we seemed just a little forced. Did you notice it too?"

"Yeah, I noticed some of the spontaneity we had, like yesterday seems to have disappeared. Maybe we're trying too hard to do a job, and forgetting why we want this baby. I just don't want to be damaged, especially when we're this close to making our first one. Calling Mom sounds good to me. What's scaring me is I'm always hard in the morning, but once I pee, it goes away, especially if I feed a pussy creature before, but today it didn't. That ain't 'normal' for me. You've seen that enough times to know what I'm talking about. If Mom says it's OK, then I'll stop worrying. The tub's ready. Care to join me?"

Carol and I had a lovely warm bath, and while I stayed very hard, we didn't fool around in the tub like we usually did. Whenever she touched it, I actually flinched, it was that sensitive. My fears had put a damper on us for a while. Still, we enjoyed each other's company and actually chatted and joked and played a little like kids, splashing and just being fools. When the water cooled, we stepped out and dried each other with the big towels we found laid out. I've mentioned before how sensuous this is for me and this morning was no exception. We helped each other into our robes, my seeming permanent erection tenting the front of mine and padded downstairs. We had decided that unless we actually had to leave the house that day, we would not bother dressing.

The aunts were already up and had breakfast ready when we came down. They looked happy and had that satisfied glow about them. When they saw me sporting a huge erection and not using it, they raised their eyebrows in concern. Carol saw the question in their eyes and answered them.

"We think there may be something wrong with David. As soon as we eat, we're calling Mom to see if she can shed any light on this." She indicated my hard-on by touching it lightly, making me flinch.

Seeing me flinch, the aunts realized there was indeed a problem, and didn't say anything beyond the 'I hope it's not too serious' and "I hope it gets better soon' comments used for any injury or illness. While we were sitting down, Joanne came down with her bags. She had to leave soon, and was just going to grab a quick bite before she left. She looked flushed and a little tired. She laughed in good fun, though.

"You guys are just too god damn hot! You kept me awake all night, but I had my fun too! I think I sprained my fingers!"

Joanne's sudden candidness caught us by surprise, as she was usually very reticent about sexual matters. Like the aunts, even though I was sitting, she noticed the very obvious tent in my robe. She flushed and gasped. "Is that like that all the time? Need some help with that Carol Anne?"

She blushed, shocked at her own naughty suggestion, and started to giggle, but saw we weren't laughing with her.

"Oh! Did I say something wrong? I was just trying to have a little fun, but I didn't mean anything by it! Now I feel awful!"

Carol went to her friend and held her.

"No, Joanne, you didn't say anything wrong or embarrassing. David has developed a 'technical' problem, and he's actually in some pain. We're calling Mom as soon as breakfast is over. We think if anyone has helpful information, it will be her."

"Oh! I hope it's not serious. I know how hard you're trying to make this baby, and how much you want it."

We assured her we thought everything would be OK, and finished our breakfast. During breakfast, some of the tension in my penis eased, but it remained fully erect, and was becoming something of a nuisance. The meal over, Joanne rose to her feet, saying.

"Sorry to squat and gobble, but I really must get going if I want to see my brother and the kids for any time at all today."

She gave us all a hug prior to leaving. When she hugged me, she rubbed her pussy against me laughing, and again shocked us all when she said to Carol. "Well, if this delightful toy stays like this all the time and still works, and you want to share, let me know..."

Carol and I laughed with her, but we were seriously wondering what had come over her. We saw her to the door, hugged her again, and said our goodbyes. Joanne promised she would remain in phone contact with all of us to keep posted on the baby.

Right after Joanne left, Carol and I called Mom. Both phones were still on the table where we'd left them, so we didn't have to crane our necks to hear what she said. The aunts hovered close, worried, waiting for any information. I dialed the number, but Carol did the talking. Dad answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Dad? Hi! It's Carol Anne!"

"Land o' Goshen! Carol Anne! What a pleasure to hear your sweet voice after all this time! Did you call to talk to your dear old Dad, or is there something else? I detect a note of worry in your voice."

"I wish I could visit with you, Dad, it's been 'way too long. I've missed you so much! But yes, we've got a small problem; actually it's a 'large' problem. Is Mom there? I need to ask her some things about my — ahem -- 'condition'."

"Oh! I understand. Yes, she's right here; I'll put her on right now." Mom must have been standing close. I heard Dad tell her it was Carol Anne and she sounded worried. Mom picked up.

"Carol Anne? What's wrong, Dear?"

"Mom, it's David... he's developed something of a problem with his... his penis."

I could just hear the wheels turning in her head as Mom laughed.

"You didn't wear it out already, did you, Dear? That'd be a first!"

I groaned, and she heard me, but Carol kept bravely on.

"Uh, no, Mom... It's... it's the other way..."

"How's that a problem? It's supposed to be like that for what you're trying to do."

"Well, it won't go away at all, now, and Rascal's so sensitive I can't even touch him or kiss him better. I think Miss Pussy broke Rascal, My Poor Sweet Prince! How do I fix him, Mom?"

"Oh, I see! Now bear with me, My Princess, I don't think it's all that serious, not yet, anyway. Can I ask you some other questions that may seem unrelated?"

"Sure, if it can help us. I feel so bad! If Sweet Pussy and I broke Rascal, we'll just die! And poor Diane Marie and Riekie, they'll kill me! The first time I'm with David in twenty years, and I break our Sweet Prince? Oh!"

Mom laughed at Carol's quaint description and concern for what this might mean to the other wives, but spoke soothingly to Carol.

"I don't think he's broken beyond repair, Daughter. Now, has anyone else there been acting strangely or out of character, especially with regard to sex?"

"Let me see... My aunts seem more sexually active, but that's because of something sweet David did for Tante Jo. But Joanne! She's usually really up-tight about sex, and rarely talks about it, 'speshly to kid around about it. This morning she openly talked about masturbating when she heard David and me making love, and then when she saw Rascal all standing up, she made a comment suggesting she was available if I needed help with him. She said it in fun, but she had a hot look in her eyes, too. That's 'way out of character for her."

"I see. Hmmm. And what about David, how do you feel?"

"I feel a complete fool talking to you about this, 'speshly my own mother at my age, but Carol Anne thinks you might know something that can help. It won't go away, Mom. Even when I peed this morning, and it always did before. Then whenever Carol Anne touches me, it just gets harder and more uncomfortable. It's so sensitive I have to push her hand away, and the thought of even being inside her makes it hurt. This morning I woke up inside her, and it actually felt good to get it out of there. That ain't right, Ma! What's wrong with me?"

"We'll get to that, David, and don't be afraid to talk to me about this sort of thing. Remember, my training includes Old Ways medical knowledge, and this comes under that heading. Think of me as your doctor. Even Riekie, with her advanced degrees in modern medicine might be lost on this one."

That scared me to the core! If Riekie wouldn't know, then it was real serious! She continued uninterrupted. "How do you feel, Precious One?"

"Aside from being worried about David and maybe not being able to make our baby after all, I'm Ok, I guess. I'm a little concerned at how permanently horny I am, but I think that will go away once I am pregnant. But still, I want Rascal inside me ALL the time, and I don't think that's quite right, either. Even if I am 'in heat' as Tante Pie said, I should be able to let go for a few minutes at least. This morning when David wanted to get up, I just couldn't let him go, even though I had to pee so bad, and he had to push me off! And now I'm feeling an anxious sort of sensation, as if I'm waiting for something to happen. I'm all quivery and butterflies inside. What's happening to us Mom? The more I think about it, the more scared I get."

Mom laughed hard and long, flabbergasting us. What could be so funny about this situation? She finally gained control long enough to speak.

<Giggle> "There's <giggle> nothing wrong with either of you! <giggle> Maybe just too much 'right'." <giggle>

Both of us responded.

"Mom! This ain't funny!"

"No Dears, from your perspective it isn't, I guess, but when you have a chance to think about it, you might see some humour in it, and maybe you should have taken Joanne up on her offer, Princess, because right now I bet she's so embarrassed she wants to die. It was her acting so strangely that was my final clue."

Carol was getting frustrated.

"Mom!? C'mon! Riddle us no riddles!"

"Ok, Carol Anne. There's nothing wrong with either of you a good dose of fresh air won't fix."

"Wha... ?"

"Did you know about the pheromones you're producing, Princess?"

"Yeah, Tante Pie explained about them, but what's that got to do with it?"

"All women produce these pheromones when they're at their most fertile. Those of us with Old Blood, though, and especially Princesses with even a little knowledge of the Old Ways, are far more in tune with our primordial selves, and we produce them more liberally, especially when we are really trying to get pregnant. Modern science is just starting to learn about them, but the people of the Goddess and the Old Ways have known of them since time immemorial."

"So I produce lots of these things all women do, what's the deal here?"

"All men will respond to those pheromones. That's what they're for. I bet any man that walked in that house right now would get an instant erection and be thoroughly embarrassed. But that's not all. The woman isn't the only one producing pheromones. Men produce their own variant when exposed to the woman's. It makes a potent brew for making babies. Do you understand what pheromones are?"

"Not really..."

"Basically, they're nature's perfume, and the whole perfume industry is based on trying to find that perfect scent for attracting members of the opposite sex. An example: has David ever complimented you on your perfume when you weren't wearing any?"

"Yes, on our very first date. He complimented me on how pretty I was, and that he really liked my perfume. I never wear scents, so I was mystified. But I wasn't close to my fertile time then. I'd just finished my period, so why would I make a pheromone then? Now how do I remember that from twenty years ago?"

"That's a very special memory for you, and every second of that first date is probably burned in your mind, including wondering why David liked you perfume when you weren't wearing any. Your body produced it to ensure that David remained attracted to you. Your body can produce that scent any time it needs, but its primary function is for making babies when the time is right. And that brings us to the present problem.

"You and David have been cooped up in confined spaces since Friday evening, and you have been close to ovulation the whole time. You've been trying hard to get pregnant, especially if I know you two, and your body has been releasing those pheromones at an elevated rate. David has been releasing his own. Basically, the two of you, and David especially, has an 'overdose' of pheromones, and a good long dose of fresh air to clear them from your systems is all you need. But that's only part of it. The house is saturated with them, which is why Joanne acted so strangely. She was probably reacting to David's scent as much as anything. As soon as she got out of the house, I imagine within five or ten minutes she was wondering just what the hell got into her. <giggle> I wouldn't be surprised if you get a phone call later from a very contrite Joanne apologizing for her lewd behavior. If she does, just be understanding and tell her to let it go.

"Anyway, the house must be aired out completely, or you'll have this problem again once you come back in from the fresh air. Ask your aunts to open all the doors and windows in the house, and I mean ALL, so there is a good air flow, even if it is cool, and in the room you're using, make sure the window stays open. If you get cold, put on an extra blanket and snuggle up closer. David is particularly vulnerable to these pheromones. He's especially attuned to you, he's of the Old Blood, and he's quite well versed in the Old Ways. Add to that he always used to sleep with a window open, even in the dead of winter, and you're lucky this didn't happen sooner.

"I imagine your aunts, typical of older people, keep their house closed up, including inside doors. The concentration of your mixed scents in your own room must be intense. Have them open the house and your room while you and David go out somewhere. You're close to your old cottage, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah! I've been wanting to see it again."

"Well, now's a good time. You two spent some of your happiest moments there. This is a good time to revisit some of your favourite places and try to recapture some of the romance in your relationship. It will be excellent therapy for both of you on several levels. You need a break from all your heavy breeding <giggle> and you need to get some of the old spark back. Carol Anne, some of the anxiety you're feeling is your body getting ready for ovulation, and because you're so sensitive now, you'll actually KNOW when you're perfectly fertile. Some of the anxiety is caused by trying too hard, so you need to relax, too. An outing today, especially a trip to the old cottage will help. Any more questions?"

I spoke up. "Are you sure that's all that's wrong with me, Mom?"

"Positive, David. You'll probably notice a change as soon as you step outside. And David? Make sure the windows are down in the truck, too. Now, I've got other things to do today, so why don't you two kids have some fun and recapture some old memories together? And if the urge strikes you in one of your old spots, use it. That would be the perfect type of place to make your baby. A baby conceived in happiness is a happy baby indeed. Today is September twenty second, one day past the equinox. If you conceive today, which I have no doubt you will, your son could very well be a Summer Solstice baby, and that's VERY good."

Carol was beaming. "Mom! You're the best! I can't wait to see the old place!"

"Just don't expect too much, Dear! It's been twenty years, and things change, but some of your favourite spots should still be there."

"Thanks for the caution, Mom. Now, we'll let you go. Love You! Byee!"

"'Bye Mom. Love you too!"

"Goodbye my children. I love you all. May the Goddess protect you, and may she bless your new baby."

The conversation ended, and for Carol and me, it was time for a trip down memory lane.



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Chapter 54


The aunts were curious as blazes what we talked about with Mom. Carol filled them in quickly, explaining we had basically overdosed on our own pheromones, and needed some time in the fresh air. She also explained to them about Joanne's odd behavior and that they needed to air the house completely, especially our room. Once they heard this, both aunts simply said. 'Ah, so!' and promptly started opening windows and doors.

Carol and I went up to our room to dress, and opened both windows completely, letting the cool September breeze blow in. When we left, we propped the door open so it wouldn't blow shut. Even the short exposure to the breeze while we changed helped. I was still hard, but it didn't throb as much, and my head felt a little clearer. Carol said she felt a little better too.

Carol slipped on her sexiest summer frock, and I wore loose-fitting pants to accommodate my nuisance erection. Once dressed, we told the aunts we were going for a drive to look around the old cottage and maybe recapture some sweet memories. They though that was a wonderful idea. We didn't know how long we'd be, but we'd definitely be back for supper. They quickly packed us a small lunch for midday, and we left for our outing. We put the small picnic cooler in the back, jumped in the truck and rolled down the windows. I even opened the floor vents. Carol snuggled up to my right, and we pulled away for our trip down memory lane.

As Mom said, we weren't out in the air more than ten minutes before I felt a definite reduction in pressure on my penis. The air blowing into the truck was sweet and clean. Carol even enjoyed the flow from the floor vent blowing under her dress, cooling Miss Pussy.

It's only about a fifteen minute drive from the aunts' to the old cottage, and even after all these years, I could drive it blindfold if necessary. There was no rush, so we drove slowly, acting the typical Sunday driver out just to look around, so it actually took closer to twenty minutes to reach the turn-off to the lake. By then, my penis had completely subsided, and was its normal flaccid self. I rather enjoyed the feeling of not feeling.

It was another mile or so around the lake to the old place, and we really took our time, noticing the changes and additions to the houses and cottages along the way. The summer was officially over so most places were closed up for the season. There were a few permanent residents, but we didn't recognize any of the names on the mailboxes.

We rounded the last bend to the old cottage, and stared, amazed. We hardly knew the old place. Someone, probably the new owners, had gone to considerable expense to really fix it up. The old shingles had been replaced with a red steel roof. The small addition that had been for Joyce and her family had been removed and a garage built in its place. A closed-in porch ran the full length of the side facing the lake, where there had been two concrete steps where we used to sit in the evenings.

The little beach had been enlarged and new sand laid, but the floating raft was still there in the deep water. It wasn't the exact same raft, but it gave us one touch of familiarity. There were flower beds we didn't recognize and most of the old shrubbery had been removed. The house itself had been resided from the grey-white clapboard I remembered, to fresh looking cedar siding. One additional touch of the familiar — the old lawn swing had been replaced or rebuilt to almost new, and still hid behind a lilac bush.

The house had been tastefully done, but it wasn't our cottage any more. There was a car in front of the garage when we pulled up, and a friendly looking man in his fifties came out to greet us. I could see he was quite taken with Carol. We told him my wife Carol's family used to own the place. We said we spent many happy hours here, and that we were married here twenty years ago. The nice man offered to give us a tour of the house, but we declined graciously. There were already too many changes for us to reconnect with it, and we just knew the interior was nothing like we remembered. For our purposes, better a faded memory than rude new reality.

I asked the man if he minded if we left the truck in his driveway while we went for a walk, and asked if the old trail out back was still there. He said it was, but not many used it any more, and it might be grown up. I said we'd take our chances, grabbed our cooler from the back of the truck, thanked the man for his hospitality, and slipping my arm around my beautiful wife's waist, turned up the old trail.

The man was right, it was starting to grow in, so we couldn't walk it side-by-side like we used to, but we managed in single file, holding hands. In places it was little more than a game trail now, but we knew it well and every now and then saw a stone or tree we recognized. The first such was the stone Riekie was sitting on, crying, when we found her the night we married her. We spent a few minutes reminiscing about that, cuddling. It wasn't the same, but it was a lovely early fall day, and we were glad to just be out together. The leaves were just turning colour nicely, and the trail was very pretty.

We arrived at a spot I recognized, but Carol didn't, until I pulled her off the trail a bit. It was our private little glade with the leaning tree. The tree was much bigger now, but the little clearing was still there. Carol and I spent quite some time there, just being together, not saying much, each lost in our own happy memories of this spot. We were a little melancholy at what had been. We had made love here many times, but there were enough subtle changes that we didn't recapture the mood. We did kiss and hold each other, rocking together in our recollections.

On the return leg, I saw something that looked familiar, and stepping to the side of the trail, I pulled some brush aside. There, before me, was an incredibly beautiful sight. The old tree-lined road was still there. The trees blazed in their fall colours, the light on the trail golden. It was magical. Carol and I stepped through the bushes into the old road, almost holding our breath at the beauty of the scene. When last we'd seen it, everything had been green, almost spring-like, even in late August. Today, the old road glowed with the autumn colours of the leaves.

Carol ran ahead of me, giggling and dancing in delight. I'd half expected this place to be grown over as badly as the trail, but except for a few small bushes, it was still open, the roadbed covered in new-fallen red-golden leaves. It was as idyllic a spot as one could ever wish to see. The low stone walls that bordered the old road were still there, a few of the stones having fallen to the ground, but mainly intact. The stately old maple trees that lined either side of the road interlaced their branches overhead, forming a golden canopy. The air was fresh and sweet and between the trees, we could see out into open fields, the long grass golden in the September sun.

Birds sang and twittered in the branches overhead, and somewhere a red squirrel chattered and cussed at the intrusion of people into his domain. Carol returned from skipping a short distance up the road ahead of me.

"David, this was beautiful the first time we found it, but this is like a brand new road! When we were here before, I wondered what it would look like in the fall. I thought it might be something like this, but imagining and seeing are two different things. It was beautiful in the summer, but the fall colours are more radiant. The lighting is almost magical."

Carol's artist's eye had seen deep into the allure of the place, and she was entranced with what she saw. Some years later, someone took a photograph of a similar location and used it as wallpaper for a computer operating system. It has always been my favourite.

"You're absolutely right, M'lady! The fall has always been one of my favourite times of the year, the colours a celebration of life and love. The light has a golden, otherworldly quality you don't get in any other season. If there's magic in the world, this is the time for it."

Carol came close and turned her face up in supplication. I kissed her lips with a tenderness I'd almost forgotten I possessed. She was perfect in this setting -- a wood nymph in her element. The soft golden light in the tree-lined avenue revealed subtle highlights in her hair that danced and shimmered. Her beautiful face was radiant, her skin glowed and those wonderful blue eyes as we exchanged a long, loving gaze, glowed with an inner light that illuminated my very soul. This was a timeless place, and what we shared in that look and kiss was eternal. We returned to the world of light and birdsong, and Carol snuggled into my arm. We strolled up the old road, marveling at the otherworldly beauty.

Carol wondered. "Is that old barn still standing after all these years? It was Riekie's wedding day, but that day was special for all of us. We connected deeper and more completely that day than at any other time, I think. Somehow I think we were supposed to come here. I feel almost as if my soul is being repaired and made whole again, just by being here. I wish Riekie were here with us, don't you?"

"She is. We brought her in our hearts."

"David, you have always had a way with words, but that is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard you say. No wonder I have always loved you so much."

We stopped and I pulled Carol into my arms, looking into those forever eyes. I never expected the torrent of love and emotion that followed the single, almost rhetorical question I asked next.

"You have always loved me?"

"David, even through the darkest days of my soul when I thought I couldn't go on living another minute, I loved you, and I knew that where ever you were, you loved me too. I never stopped loving you. Oh, David, I have loved you since the first time I saw you. I tried to hide it from myself sometimes, but those became the truly darkest moments for me, and my sense of loss became almost unbearable. Our love, though we couldn't be together until the miracle of this weekend has literally kept me alive — not well, but alive.

"Taking your name symbolized that for me. In my heart, with your name, we were married beyond doubt. In my everyday life I lived a fantasy and even signed my name Mrs. Carol Lloyd on everything except the most sensitive legal documents. No one, not even my father, could ever take that from me. He was the only family member I told I changed my name, and when I did, saying it was because of him, he was furious! He was so angry, he never told any of the others, and always told me it was the family shame that I would forsake his name for yours. His anger made me even more sure I had done the right thing."

Carol was crying and clinging to me as she poured out her heart. This magical place was indeed helping her heal herself. I kissed the top of her head and pulled her tighter, letting her feel my closeness and love.

"Stupid question, maybe, Sweetness, but how did you keep it from the rest?"

"It was no deep dark secret; if they had found out, it wouldn't have hurt them, but I thought I would have had to reveal my shame, and I couldn't handle that myself so I just never told them. Whenever I sent them a card or letter, I just signed it 'Carol' like I always did. And now I can tell them! The shame is gone, and the pride I have in my new name can be revealed. There are no secrets anymore! My father has been fully exposed, and I am clean of my shame. David, you can't know how much of a miracle you worked on my soul Friday evening!

"Since that awful night, I had always avoided your eyes. I thought I'd see nothing but loathing and disgust at what I'd done, but what I saw Friday night when our eyes met was hurt and pain at lost love, and then the most incredible JOY and LOVE was there! David, you freed my soul in that instant, whether I learned the truth about my father or not, because I saw that you didn't care what I had or had not done. You just loved me, for me, nothing else, and always had.

"Then when you completely exposed that man as the fraud and pervert he really is, I felt such a weight lifted off me! I wanted to sing! And I knew that My Man was there again, and he was still My Knight in Shining Armour, for he rescued me from the tower of my shame and guilt. I think that's why I felt so hurt when you told me about helping that girl. You said you had been someone else's Knight, when you were mine and Riekie's alone until then."

Carol held me so close it was difficult to breathe. I thought she'd said all this before, but I heard a note of deeper conviction than before, as if until now, it hadn't completely sunk in. When I thought about it, I wasn't surprised — this whole weekend had a dreamlike quality about it, and so much had happened in such a short time, that I was only now coming to full realization myself. She sobbed a little as she gathered her thoughts.

"And now we come to this wonderful magical place that holds so many magical memories for us, and I fully expect to turn a bend and meet us as we were, coming back from a wonderful day at the barn, happy and so in love! Is this a dream, David? Am I going to wake up back into my old hurt and shame?"

"Carol Anne Lloyd, this is no dream, but the sweetest reality we've had in too many long, sad years. I think you're right. Somehow we were meant to return to this place, and Riekie is with us -- I can feel her. Where ever she is right now, whatever she's doing, she has joined her heart to us, and is feeling the love we all felt in this place. There are other magical places for us, too, but this was the first one where the three of us first joined as a true family, and so it is fitting that we reclaim our family here, even if one member can't be physically present.

"I loved you on first sight, and never stopped, although I locked it away deep inside to dull the pain of loss. Friday night, I released that old love and added new. That first look into your eyes almost literally knocked me off my feet, it was so powerful, and gave me the strength to do what I knew had to be done.

"Carol Anne, I love you and will love you to the end of time. Words cannot describe how much I love you. And even though she's not here, I know she hears me when I say it: Reikie Scott-Lloyd, <read 'Not'-Scott --Lloyd> I love you with all my heart and soul, and will until forever."

"David, I feel her too, all warm and fuzzy, wrapped around us, so I know she heard you, and she'll hear me when I say: Riekie, I love you as my wife, my lover, my friend, and my sister with all my heart forever."

Suddenly we felt a warm glow pass over and through us. The breeze had blown the branches aside to allow a single beam of the autumn sun to shine its warmth directly on us, but we knew it was more than a trick of the breeze. Riekie had heard and sent us her own love in return. We were three again!

Carol and I circled an arm about the other, and continued our stroll up that old lane, her head lying comfortably on my shoulder. We didn't talk much except an occasional contented "Mmmmm, I love you." As one or the other squeezed the other a little tighter, and little tender lovers' kisses as we strolled. Another idyll stolen out of our tumultuous lives.

Presently we rounded a bend, and there before us stood the old barn. After twenty years, it should have been little more than a heap of rubble on the ground, but there it stood, gleaming in the golden, hazy autumn sun, much as we'd left it that August so long ago.

As we approached it, we saw that time had worked some changes. A few more boards were missing on the more weathered side, and some steel was missing from the roof, but the structure looked firm and sound. We walked around to the back. I expected to see that the weather had caused severe damage from the old doors being left open, but someone had closed them.

This was a place of real and happily intense memories for us, so I broke from Carol's embrace and tried the doors. It took the two of us, but we got them open, the rusty old rollers squalling in protest, enough for the two of us to enter.

The interior was much as we remembered it. The one mow was weather damaged, but the other, where we held Riekie's wedding day, was still dry, the hay still sweet smelling. The boxes Bob had placed around as tables were still there with their old lamps. There was a patina of dust on everything, but it was all there. The only things missing were the blankets we'd left behind. I assumed Bob had retrieved them sometime later. Happy memories flooded my brain as we wandered around inside the old barn.

Carol had gone off a short distance by herself. I heard her squeal in delight.

"Oh, David! Come look at this!"

She showed me a larger wooden box lined with red cedar that had been used originally to store tack or other items the farmer didn't want molested by mice. She had the lid up, and inside, wrapped in plastic bags were our blankets. She had removed one and was holding it to her cheek.

"How... ?"

"The summer you went to camp, Riekie and I came out here almost every day. We closed the doors to keep the weather out whenever we left. Bob showed us the short trail through the fields, because we didn't want to travel the road without you, 'speshly Riekie. She said it was a magical spot that belonged to all of us, but this barn held memories of you for us, and we wanted to be close to you, even though you were away.

"Bob gave us the old blankets, already wrapped like we see them now, and even after a year, we could still smell you on them. Bob said he'd come back out the next day and got them and stored them for us because he thought they were special to us and we might want them some day. My brother, who seems such a boob sometimes, can be so sweet and thoughtful!

"Anyway, that's how Riekie and I spent our summer until that man dragged us home. Whenever we had any free time from the usual cottage activities, we came out here, laid our blankets out, and just lay here, wishing you were with us, and smelling you on them. Sometimes we made love and pretended you were with us. Usually we just kinda 'played house' <giggle> like a couple six year-olds. We'd bring a lunch for three with us and pretend we were having a picnic with you. We had a lot of fun and supported each other in our love. That was why Riekie was so angry that he made us go home, 'speshly when he wouldn't let us go to the farm when we did get home."

I remembered Riekie's letters saying how she was so angry with the person who 'ruined my summer.' I understood a little more clearly now, and on top of what the aunts had told me, realized even more the depth of Riekie's own hurt and pain. I vowed we must get back with Riekie as soon as possible, but we still had to wait on her 'schedule'. She had a plan of some kind, and it would be best to let her see it through.

"I remember the last day we were here. We folded the blankets up, put them in their bags, and locked them in this box. Riekie was crying and she said she was afraid we'd never see them or this spot again."

Carol had more tears in her eyes as she absently stroked the blanket she held through the plastic covering. It still looked supple and soft after all these years. She had a faraway look as she remembered the good times she had spent here with Riekie. She returned to the present, and slipping her hand inside the plastic, said.

"I wonder..."

Carol opened the plastic and removed the blanket. She held it to her nose, inhaled deeply and her face lit up with a happy smile. She reached in the box, retrieved another, and handed it to me.

"Here, smell this! You won't believe it!"

I opened the plastic carefully, held the contents to my nose, and inhaled deeply. Riekie! I smelled Riekie! After all these years, the blanket still smelled of her sweet nectar, and underlying that was the sweet smell of Carol and a hint of musk I recognized as my own. I think I fainted, because the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the hay, the blanket still pressed to my face.

Carol had hugged her blanket to her bosom and she spun around happily, her dress flaring, revealing those luscious thighs. Something stirred in my groin, and I felt the old familiar swell of a healthy erection. Carol moved over toward me and held her blanket out, indicating we should swap. As she did, I noticed the zip on her dress had somehow magically slipped down, revealing the delicious curves of her breasts. My penis stirred even more.

We exchanged blankets, and breathed them in. The one she had given me smelled more of her, with a hint of Riekie and me. As we inhaled the perfume of the past, Carol suggested.

"Let's lay them all out like we used to, and have our lunch here. I can't think of a better spot."

"That's a wonderful idea, My Love!"

We got all the blankets out and spread them out in the pattern we remembered, even leaving an open spot where Riekie's consummation blanket had been. We placed the small picnic cooler on one of the boxes, kicked off our shoes and sunk down onto the blanket closest, Carol sitting cross-legged, Indian fashion. Her dress rode 'way up those beautiful thighs and her juicy treasure crowned by a pretty brown muff winked pinkly at me whenever she moved, causing a noticeable tent in my pants.

We shared the modest lunch the aunts had prepared for us, then lay back on the blanket, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her, just enjoying the moment of peace and happy memories. Carol turned her face to mine and we nibbled tender little kisses and murmured sweet nothings, just grooving on each other. We could smell Riekie on the blanket beneath us, and felt her presence with us.

Presently, I rose over her and looked deep into her eyes. I saw a depth of love and joy in them I hadn't seen in many years. The remnants of her pain that had remained even after her release from it had all but faded.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply and passionately. We swapped spit and swabbed each other's mouths as we did of old, our lips glued together in a grinding, sucking passion as our breathing became more ragged. My hand found its way to her breast, and slid in through the open zip, finding her succulent mound. Her beast stiffened and swelled to my touch, the nipple hardening and burning my palm.

Carol shifted gears on her kiss, and got her old tongue-sucking routine going, nearly blowing my mind. She'd done it a few times already this weekend, but this was like the first time she did it, and it totally blew me away. My penis rose to full erection, throbbing, but not painful, straining for release from my pants.

I found the tab on her zip and lowered it all the way, her dress falling away as it split cleanly down the front. Her whole magnificent body was revealed to my wandering hand. I moved my hand to her other breast squeezing and fondling her hot flesh. I tweaked the nipple to full hardness, and she gasped into my mouth. I brushed both nipples with my fingertips and Carol's hips bucked and heaved. Her nipples were more swollen and hot than I ever remembered and seemed extremely sensitive to my touch.

I broke from our torrid kiss, Carol reluctant to let go, and trailed little nipping kisses down over her chin and throat to her swollen, sensitive breasts. I dragged my whiskers, tickling, across her nipples as she moaned and writhed at the sensations.

"Ooooooo! So nice! Ooooo! Mmmmm!"

I sucked a nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Carol's whole body lifted and arched, forcing more of her succulent flesh into my eager mouth. My hand traced patterns all over her hot flesh, caressing and petting her breasts where ever my mouth wasn't. I licked and sucked and tickled those wonderful orbs as my hand worked lower, caressing and teasing.

I found that sweet belly button and inserted my little finger, gently fucking it as my lips and tongue teased her breasts. Gradually I moved my face southward from her breasts, tickling and teasing her soft skin with my whiskers as I moved lower, placing little kisses all over her body. As I moved my face down, my other hand came up to caress and squeeze her breasts. The multiple sensations of my mouth and whiskers on her tummy and my hand massaging her boobies had her completely under my control. She moaned and squirmed in delight.

"Mmmmmmmm! Oooooooo! Ooooooo! Daviiid! So-o-o-o-o Goo-oo-ood! Ooooo!"

My lower hand trailed into her soft curls, ticking, teasing, the fingers twining in her silky hair, tugging, causing her to lift her hips in invitation. My hand trailed a little lower and my finger found the top of her slit. Carol bucked up to it, trying to capture that happy invader, but I moved it away, teasing. She moaned and putting her hands on my head, pushed me lower.

I kissed her lower and lower, my whiskers tickling and teasing her hot, bare flesh. Carol was constantly moaning in pleasure now, her head lolling from side to side, her breathing laboured.

"Oooooooooooo! Ooooooooooooooooooooooo! Sooooooooooooo Gooooooooooooooood!"

My hand on her mons traced lower onto her thigh, tailing the fingertips lightly down toward her knee. As I brought it back up, slightly to the inside, she parted her thighs and tried to draw it to her centre. As my hand approached her apex, I trailed it down her other thigh and back up Carol groaned and spread her legs completely, in full open invitation, her hips rising off the blanket, begging. My hand trailed to her junction and I slid a finger into her slit, finding her clit, erect and hot. Carol bucked and lifted more as I flicked and teased that hot little nubbin.

My mouth moved lower now, over her soft, silky furry mound. I inhaled the sweet, fresh scent of her womanhood, and nuzzled my whiskers to mingle with her own curls. I shifted my hands and swung between her legs, cupping those sweet cheeks in my hands as I lowered my face to the centre of her sex. Carol drew her knees up and let them fall open, completely exposing herself in open, wanton invitation.

My whiskers teasing and tormenting the super sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, I licked with the full flat of my tongue straight up from the cleft of her cheeks to the top, tasting her sweet flow, and flicking her hot nubbin at the top, Carol bucked and jerked, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me tighter into her. I pulled back to look, as if it was the first time I'd seen this glorious sight.

I was once again mesmerized by the sight of her vulva. She was simply, plainly, gorgeous! Riekie had the prettiest pussy in the world, we both agreed on that, but Carol's was an extremely close second. Her outer lips were fully parted, a delicious shade of pink, glistening with her own juices and my saliva. The little man in the boat was fully erect at the top, hot and pink in its arousal. Her brown curls hung slightly over the precipice of her mons, damp from her arousal and my tongue swab. The rest of her vulva was clean and bare, her inner lips a deep shade of luscious pink, hot and engorged. As I watched, they slowly parted, opening like the petals of some exotic flower, revealing her vaginal treasure within. A clear, sticky fluid leaked out of that magical opening, and trickled slowly down between her cheeks.

I blew gently on her hot flesh. Carol bucked and flailed, fingers grasping tightly in my hair, pulling me back into full contact, moaning a mix of frustration and pleasure.

"Ooooooooooooo! You... can... look... later... just... dooo... meee! Oooooooooo!"

I buried my face in the wonderful wet heat of her pussy, whiskers tickling her sensitive flesh, my tongue probing and swabbing. I inhaled deeply, smelling her heat and arousal. There is still nothing like the scent of YOUR woman in heat! It is the most intoxicating thing I know! I cupped her cheeks, pulling her into me, and feasted at the well of her sex. I chewed and sucked, my nose rubbing and tantalizing her clit. My tongue probed her depths, and licked the length of her valley. She was sopping wet, and I drank of her nectar, savoring the salt-sweet taste of her. Her hips bucked and churned, gyrating wildly under my ministrations. She grunted and groaned her delight, her voice rising in volume.

"UH! UH! UH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MMMMMMM! UH! UH! UH!"

I worked my tongue deeply into her honey hole, tongue fucking her as she squirmed and heaved, my hands barely able to hold her. I slipped my arms around her thighs, my hands resting on her tummy, holding us in contact as she heaved and bounced her hips.

I worked my tongue in and out, 'round and 'round in her love tunnel, her fluids flowing freely, copiously. I sucked up what I could, the rest trickling down between her cheeks, and dripping to the blanket beneath us. I blew into her hole, and she bucked hard, her body consumed by a small but mighty orgasm as I worked her higher and higher, her voice exclaiming her release.

"UH! UH! UH! OGOD! OGOD! OOOooo!"

I worked her harder, taking her even higher as her hips jerked and spasmed from her first orgasm, my tongue working her depths. I drew my tongue through the folds of her labia, lapping her juices, and flicked her clit rapidly with the tip. Her hips heaved and bucked, her hands dropped from my head to her sides, her hands clenching and grasping at the blanket. Carol's moans and cries got louder and louder.

"O! O! O! O! AH! OGODOGODOGOD! AAAHHH! MMMMM! OGOD! OGOD! OOOOOO!"

My mouth sucked and my tongue probed and licked. I strummed her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her legs dropped and her heels started drumming a tattoo on the blanket, her hands flailing, now grasping my hair, now pounding the blanket, her hips pumping and churning. Her juices flowed steadily, more than I could drink, running freely down between her cheeks and pooling on the blanket. She was reaching her peak, her moans and cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the old barn.

"OOOOOOOO! OGODOGODOGODOGOD!UH! UH! UH! OOOOOOO! UH! UH! UH! YES! YES! OGOD!"

I worked my tongue as deep into her tunnel as I could, flicking and twirling, my nose rubbing and sliding on her clit, my whiskers rubbing and teasing the super-sensitive flesh of her inner thighs at the junction. I felt her nearing the top of her mountain as her thighs tensed and her knees drew up again, trapping my head. I probed and sucked, as she writhed and twisted in my arms. I moved my hands to the top of her slit, found her clit with my thumb and worked it 'round and 'round, my tongue swirling and probing her tight, hot, wet hole as I sucked hard and deep taking all the juice she could give me. She was almost there! I drew back a bit, releasing my suction, and blew a huge raspberry against her inner lips as my tongue stabbed deeply into her. My thumb stabbed down and twisted hard on her clit.

Carol's knees drew up fully and locked around my head, her feet planted firmly and she heaved straight up in as massive orgasm. Her hands locked in my hair, pulling me harder against her. Her vagina seemed to retract a bit, and then it squirted and squirted and squirted into my open mouth as she screamed and howled and screamed.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!! AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO! DAAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDD!!! OGODOOGODOGODOGOD!AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"

Her thighs clamped firmly around my head and her hands pulling me into her, I almost passed out. Just as it was getting difficult to breathe, her thighs relaxed a little and her hands loosed their grip. I drew back enough to catch my breath, and marveled as she continued to come in one long continuous orgasm, her vagina squirting a clear fluid that pooled and soaked into her blanket. I could plainly see the muscles of her vagina working, pulsing and rippling as her opening opened and closed like a mouth gasping for air. Her hips jerked and shook as several shocks passed through her, her whole body in convulsion.

As her hips slowed their jerking and lowered back to the blanket slowing to a gentle pumping, I kissed her vulva gently and licked upward through the valley of her labia, giving her clit one last little flick that made her jump and exclaim, as she launched into another small orgasm, soaking my beard with her spend.

"David! OH! David!"

I worked my way back up her body, kissing and soothing, pausing briefly to suckle her hyper sensitive nipples. She heaved and bucked one more time as she pulled my face to hers.

"Too much! OOOOOOOO! David! Kiss Meeee!"

I moved up and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices on me. Our kiss was long and tender as her hips gently pumped and gradually relaxed. She cuddled into me and cooed her delight.

"Ooo, David! What you just did to me! That was so wonderful! Like the first time, only 'way better! Oh! I love you so much!"



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Chapter 55


Carol's fingers worked my shirt buttons open as she leaned over me, kissing me tenderly. Then she helped me remove my shirt completely. She trailed little kisses and bites down over my chest, nibbling on my nipples. The pleasure she created traveled straight to my penis. I never knew how sensitive my own nipples were to such stimulation. I felt them stiffen and harden under her tongue. She giggled delightedly, and kissed lower, her lips leaving a damp trail down my abdomen.

She got to my waist and struggled for a second with my belt. She got it released, and lowered my zipper, then released the button at the waistband. She grasped the waistband and started tugging my pants down. I lifted my hips, easing her struggle. She tugged and pulled as I raised my legs and she removed my pants completely. As she sat up to fling my pants to one side, she slipped her dress completely off her shoulders. Now we were both completely nude.

As she sat back on her haunches for a few seconds, eyes riveted to my penis, I took in the full beauty of her body. Her breasts were firm and ripe, about the size of grapefruit, topped with pink aureola, her nipples hard, slightly darker pink nubbins in the centre. Her tummy was firm and flat, with a lovely patch of brown curls at the base, softly furring her prominent mons. In her pose, her thighs were open, and I could once again see her vulva, the outer lips open and pouting, the inner lips resembling the petals of a rose. I gasped at the sight, waking her from her reverential stare at my penis. She looked at me and smiled.

"Like what you see?"

"Are you kidding? Words alone cannot describe the beauty of your body. You are simply one of the most gorgeous creatures ever to grace this earth. Poets would struggle to describe what I see."

"Hmmm! You look pretty good yourself! I really like the beard now! But what I really like is right here!"

She giggled and grasped my penis in her small hand and bent to kiss it.

"He really does seem bigger than I remember, and you're bigger too. I think you're a little taller, and I don't remember this waistline at all! <giggle>. Did you grow some?"

"Yeah, I grew a half inch my last year of high school. I don't know about that, though. After My Girls left me, I never gave it much thought. It was just there. It got hard now and then, and I jerked off to relieve the pressure, but it might have grown a little too when I grew that last half inch in height. As for that 'waistline' I guess it's partly age and partly too much good food. After this weekend, I think it's going to be somewhat reduced, and I think I'll work on it when I get home. Diane Marie's been teasing me a little about it too."

"I kinda like it, but I like the way you were more. You have really broad shoulders, especially now, and I think a flat belly with your beard would be awesome. I'd probably be horny ALL the time then."

"You mean you're not now? You and Riekie were always horny! I think you're just looking for another excuse."

She stuck her tongue out in that way that always melted me and squeezed my penis, and moved to my side to work on it, hiding her charms from me.

"Well, excu-u-use me! I think I'll talk to someone who has more respect!"

She bent to my penis kissed the tip, sending shivers of delight through my body.

"Oh, Rascal, my Sweet Prince. There you are! And you look so handsome! Did you grow a little bit when I wasn't looking! You seem thicker and taller! Are you feeling better now? You were hurting pretty bad this morning. You wouldn't even let me kiss you better!"

She looked to me for the answer.

"Yes, he's much better now, He feels normal again, and he really likes what you're doing to him now. He says to tell Miss Pussy she didn't break him, and he's ready to feed her any time she wants."

She kissed my penis with a little more suction, her tongue working into the slit, lapping up my pre-cum and swallowing it greedily.

"Oh! You are a rascal! Miss Pussy says she's not quite hungry yet, but soon! She wants me to play with you a little bit first! You've been ill and she doesn't want you to get hurt again."

Carol proceeded to lick and suck me expertly then, taking me near the top, then backing me down. She wouldn't let me come, but knew enough not to get me 'blue ball' hurting either. This morning's episode was anything but pleasant, and she didn't want a repeat of that, although I wouldn't call what I experienced then as 'blue balls'. My balls weren't really involved, just my penis, and it was most uncomfortable, being oversensitive to any touch at all. What Carol was doing to me now was pure, unmitigated pleasure torture, and I loved it.

As she played and sucked and licked, talking to her Sweet Prince and telling him what a wonderful penis he was, my hand found its way between her legs from behind, which she willingly parted to allow the access, and I began absently strumming her clit and fingering her tight hole. Her juices flowed wetly down her thighs as she paid homage to my cock. Carol kept her ministrations going, but my hand in her pussy started her rising toward a climax. She didn't want me to come, so she just hung on while I worked her up again. Soon her hips were pumping and gyrating as she worked herself back against my hand, forcing my finger deeper into her. Suddenly she bolted upright, her pelvis jerked hard and she yelped.

"David! Oh, David!"

Then she ground her pussy back down onto my hand and convulsed one more time. I felt her pussy muscles squirm against my finger, and I saw her tummy flex and ripple. Carol groaned, and jerked, her eyes flying wide open. She grasped me by the penis as she flopped onto her back, her knees up, her pussy wide open and VERY wet.

"David! Put Rascal in me NOW! HURRY! HURRY! IT'S TIME! OH DAVID! HURRYHURRYHURRY!IT'S TIIIIME!"

There was such urgency in her shouted plea, I didn't hesitate. I slipped between her thighs and plunged all the way to her depths in one stroke. As I neared the full depth, I felt her cervix, but this time, it opened completely, and sucked the head of my cock deep into her uterus. It felt like I'd entered her twice. The feelings were the most intense I'd ever felt. It felt like the mouth of her cervix was literally sucking me off. I started stroking her as she rutted back into me. It didn't last long. The stimulation from her deliberately incomplete blow job had left me near blowing already. These new sensations took me even closer to the edge.

Carol's hips bucked back at me in a frenzy. Her arm and legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. I was in her farther than I'd ever been before. My hips bucked and thrust as hers jammed into me in perfect sync. I felt the sudden lurch of my balls swelling and lifting close into the base of my penis and sensed that this was going to be an extraordinary orgasm. Carol's muscles clamped tight around my cock and her cervix literally sucked on the end. I felt it building and building to an explosion of unequaled ferocity. Carol was exclaiming joy and fulfillment.

"YES! YES! YES! OH SWEET PRINCE! YES! FILL MISS PUSSY UP! FILL'ER UP! SHE'S HUNGRYYYYYY!":

We caught the tail of a comet and rode it to the edge of space as we humped and pumped together. We rode ever higher, glimpsing meteors and shooting stars as our bodies churned into each other. We rode that comet higher and higher. I saw the hard diamond pricks of distant stars against the black backdrop of interstellar night. My balls lifted and swelled as we reached the apogee of that joyous ride to the edge of infinity and beyond.

Carol's hips lifted and locked as the pent-up pressure in my balls exploded down the length of my cock. I felt it harden and swell even more, and then BOOM! The explosion! My balls erupted in the most mind shattering orgasm I had ever experienced. In the depths of interstellar night, surrounded by the cold white pin pricks of distant stars, I saw the silent blue white flash of a gigantic super nova, as my balls erupted and spat their precious cargo. I felt white-hot jets of thick creamy sperm squirting from the end of my penis, splashing and washing deep into her receptive womb and felt her uterus contract and squeeze around me.

The mouth of her cervix seemed almost like a vacuum as it sucked every drop of baby making juice from my raging penis. I've come hard many times, but this was something else. My balls lunged and heaved. My furiously erupting cock squirted and squirted and squirted gob after gob after gob of thick creamy baby batter into her body. It felt like I had squirted and hosed several quarts of little wigglers into her convulsing womb as they sought out the egg they knew was there. Even as I felt my balls relax from their heavy discharge, Carol's pussy milked and sucked as my penis jerked and oozed, squeezing out even more of my life giving fluid... 

As I squirted what had seemed like a river in the largest load of sperm I had ever released, Carol's hips lifted and held in her own orgasm, her muscles working the length my cock, rippling and pulsing. He body contracted and convulsed with each high pressure squirt from my jerking, spitting penis. Her vagina squirted and soaked my genitals with her scalding fluid, but not a drop of sperm escaped from her uterus to leak back and mix with her own copious spend. Her arms and legs wrapped tight, pulling me even deeper, and she yelled and hollered in absolute consummated joy!

"YES!!YES!! DAVID!! STARS! STARS! YES! WE DID IT! WE DID IT! OH GOD, DAVID! WE DID IT! OGODOGODOGOD! WEEEE DIIID IIIT!!! DAVID! OH, YEAH!! STAARRSS!!"

Finally spent, I dropped onto her breasts, gasping for breath, my mind still dazed at the light show in my head. Carol hugged me to her and cooed incoherently, joyfully in my ear, kissing and licking all over my face. At last, I rose up a bit to take some weight off her and looked in her eyes. She wore the happiest, most contented smile I ever saw. Her eyes sparkled and danced, not a trace of her old pain remaining. I started to ease my still hard penis from her, but she locked her legs around my hips and said.

"No! Leave him in!"

Neither of us moved, but I felt her cervix sucking contentedly on my cock, keeping it hard, sealing in that huge load of potent sperm I had just delivered. Carol's eyes welled with tears of joy and happiness, stars twinkling and dancing in them.

The most delightful flush covered her entire body, and didn't seem to be fading. Her skin fairly glowed. Carol and Riekie had always had that post orgasmic flush after making love I'd first noticed when we were teenagers, but this was a notch above.

Carol giggled, bubbled and enthused like a giddy teeneager. "Oh, David! I love you so much! Rascal filled Mrs. Pussy all up, and she was so hungry, she didn't and won't spill a drop!"

Grasping, but not quite rasping the import, I asked a little breathlessly, "Mrs. Pussy?"

Carol bounced and vibrated with ultimate joy. "Oh, yeah! She can't be a 'Miss' any more! She's pregnant! WE DID IT, DAVID! WE DID IT!"

I rolled us to our sides, keeping my penis firmly in place, sealing her womb. At her words, it seemed to get harder again and she felt it. Carol wiggled her hips suggestively, but not enough to dislodge me from her uterus."

Knowing, but needing confirmation I begged, "I don't doubt you for a minute, My Sweet, but how do you know?"

She smiled sweetly and kissed me on the lips, her warm body snuggled tight to mine, our pelvises joined.

"When I came on your hand, I felt something inside me almost go 'Ping!' and then something inside Miss Pussy seemed like it flopped over or turned, and this wave of knowing it was the right time washed over me. Mom was right to send us here. She knew or sensed that in this place of happy memories, I would be finally healed enough to conceive."

I realized I had known, too. When her body opened completely, and I spewed such a large load with all those fireworks in my head, I knew. Carol continued.

"And then when Rascal, My Sweet Prince filled Miss Pussy up so full, more full and deeper than ever, I felt his Precious Stuff in places I've never felt it, so warm and good, and I SAW STARS, then there was like an explosion of light from deep inside me, and I knew not only was it time, but that his Precious Stuff had found her egg and joined with it, and that explosion of light was OUR SON!"

I was overwhelmed with joy, my heart bursting with it. I wanted to shout it from the highest mountain!

"Our son... Oh God, Carol Anne, can it really be? After all these years, we finally made a baby in you? Our own child?"

I broke down and wept for the sheer joy of it, Carol holding me close. My tears of joy finally subsided, and I looked into those sparkling eyes again.

"Carol Anne Lloyd, I can't begin to tell you how much I love you. Words alone are too poor an instrument to describe what I feel right now."

Carol rolled to her back, carrying me onto her, her hips moving suggestively. She kissed me hungrily and whispered.

"Then show me..."

We made love again, slowly at first, but building to a new crescendo of love and life. I came another huge load of thick sperm deep inside her uterus and it sucked me dry once again. We rolled to our sides, my penis, now soft, still clutched in her depths, sealing our love deep within her, bathing her womb and ensuring the life of our new son. We fell asleep holding each other, still joined.

We awakened together a little later. The sun had traversed more westerly, but it was still mid-afternoon. We were still joined, and refreshed by our nap my penis had recovered some of its firmness. We kissed tenderly and lay in each other's arms, basking in our love and joy. We talked a little.

"I know we brought Riekie here with us, and she's here in our hearts, but David, My Love, we just HAVE to get her back as soon as possible! She's part of this, and as much as I'm pregnant with our son, she is his mother, too, and should have been here when we made him. She won't talk to either of us until she's ready, which means until her divorce is final. She's too focused, and if we just send a message saying we're pregnant, she'll feel cheated."

'No she won't, because I'm sure she knows already. The bond that ties us and brought her here today in our hearts has sent the message back to her already. She knows, but she's not sure what she knows. You can send her your message, alright, but here's what you say: 'WE DID IT!! SEPT. 22, 1985, IN THE OLD BARN ON YOUR BLANKET! YOU WERE HERE IN OUR HEARTS!' That's all. Don't sign it, and make sure it's all in capitals, just like I said it. She will know, then, what she felt today almost as a dream was real."

"David, how do you know this?

"I don't know how I know, I just do. Will you do it?"

"Of course, Silly! It's perfect! Who else but us knows of this old barn and her blanket?"

"You might add one thing for her, a romantic little bit: 'YOUR ROAD IS EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL IN AUTUMN COLOURS.' What do you think?"

"I like that, it was her road first, wasn't it?"

Carol started moving her hips suggestively again.

"Mrs. Pussy is hungry again... do you think her husband, Rascal could rustle up a quick bite for her? Maybe just a snack, even?"

I rolled her to her back, my now fully erect penis nestled securely in her womb, her cervix munching happily on the knob.

"Can the venerable Mrs. Pussy handle a full course meal? Rascal, her Sweet Prince has managed to scrounge around in the cupboard and found the makings of a gourmet repast for her."

Yeah, I know... Sometimes I get wrapped up in the anthropomorphizing myself.

"He has? How wonderful! And she won't be sloppy at all! She'll swallow every bit!"

"Just tell her not to count on dessert. She may have to wait until we get home."

"That's OK, dessert is better if you wait awhile after the main meal, anyway."

I moved my hips, and Carol was right there to meet me. We started slowly, but soon we were rutting like the animals in heat we truly were. We might be sure we were already pregnant, but a little insurance never hurts. We humped and pumped against each other for what seemed an eternity. There was pure joy and love in our mating, recapturing the joy we felt when we were young and our love was fresh and new the shine still on it. We polished up our old love and added new. Our delight in each other's bodies was the same we felt all those years ago, and our hope for the future was renewed with a brilliance we hadn't dared dream even in our youth. Riekie was with us as we loved, and we felt her warm presence as a soft blanket of love.

Too soon, our passion peaked as we rode that old comet to the starts. Our hips heaved and churned together, my cock driving into her to those new-found depths of her womb. We rode that comet up and up and up, marveling at the stars and meteors together. We rode higher than we'd ever gone, our breath gasping and panting in the thin atmosphere of space. We reached the top together, hips churning, lips sealed together, tongues probing and tasting. As we hit the peak of the comet's orbit, we exploded together; my hips plunged, carrying my erupting, spewing penis fully into her depths. Her muscles convulsed and rippled, milking the precious, rich sperm out of my balls through my swollen penis as her cervix sucked and gulped, taking it all. Mrs. Pussy fed from Sweet Prince, and fed well.

As we peaked and saw the hard diamonds of stars in interstellar space, we shouted our love and joy together. The walls of the old barn rang with our joy, and the noise of it echoed down the halls of the tree-lined old road. Birds sang out sweeter and louder than ever and the leaves of the old maples shivered with our happiness.

"YE-E-E-SS! WE DID IT!! WE DID IT!! PRAISE... THE... GODDESS!! WE DID IT!"

We wound down gradually from our second trip to the stars, our hips churning together, slowly winding down. Little spasms of after shock rippling through us as Carol's pussy milked my still jerking penis clean. As we slowed and caught out breath, Carol grinned hugely, and in pure joy and exuberance, howled her delight and fulfillment to the world.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo!!"

In the distance, I heard an answering joyful howl that sent chills down my spine but also seemed to fill me with a deep peace. It sounded amazingly like Old Clyde, but it couldn't be, that dog had been dead for years. But then again... strange things have happened in my life before, so for a favourite old dog to answer a howl across time and space might not be so strange. I shook my head — probably just a neighbour dog.

At long last, we rested, rolling to our sides. My fully sated penis wilted and sagged, falling from her pussy with a very audible sucking sound, and I swore I heard Mrs. Pussy actually smack her lips as she snapped shut. Carol cooed and cuddled close, kissing me sweetly. She looked in my eyes. I saw brilliant adamantine stars deep in the azure blueness of hers, and I'm sure she saw them in mine.

She asked me in childlike wonder. "David, did you see what I saw? I saw meteors and comets and shooting stars and hard points of light in deep black. We went farther out that time than we ever have, didn't we? If we go any farther, I don't think we'll come back, or want to."

My reply was awe filled and reverential. "Oh! Carol Anne! I saw everything you saw. It was magnificent! If we ever go there again, like you said, we might not want to return."

"Oh yeah. And did you hear Clyde? He sounded a long ways away, but I'm sure it was him."

"I heard, and chills went down my spine."

"Me, too."

Carol pushed away from me and knelt to my now flaccid penis. She kissed and licked, thoroughly cleaning me. She spoke softly and lovingly to my member.

"Oh! Rascal, Our Sweet Prince! Mrs. Pussy loves you so much! You fed her and filled her up and made a baby in her! She's so happy! And she's learned manners, too! She swallowed every drop, and didn't spill any!"

To prove her point, Carol spun around and opened up in her patented wanton pose, exposing herself completely to view.

"How do I look, David?"

Carol's pussy looked slightly swollen and flushed, and her vaginal opening, normally gaping and leaking profusely after one of our sessions, was puckered tightly closed. Her lips were still open, and her thighs glistened with her own spend. Her pussy looked full. I thought I even saw a little distension in her tummy. Her whole lower body and genital area looked flushed, glowing, radiant.

"Fan-fucking-tastic! Mrs. Pussy has indeed learned manners. I can't see a drop of Precious Stuff. She's a little messy from her own juice, but none of his, and she looks absolutely stuffed full. Here, let me clean that up for you."

She held her pose as I dove in between her thighs. I licked her clean of her own spend, even cleaning between her cheeks. I licked and sucked, getting a small orgasm out of her and licked up the fresh juice from that. When I finished, I gazed lovingly at her pussy, and it was probably just imagination from my ultimate joy, but I swore I saw her inner lips turn in a smile! Now THAT"S a well-fucked pussy!

The sun was starting to get lower, and the light fading. With the fading light, it got cooler. We helped each other up, and each dressed the other. Carol was easy to dress. Her dress slipped on like a shirt or robe and simply zipped up the front. She did leave the bodice unzipped daringly low, exposing the delicious curve of her breasts. Getting my pants on caused a few laughs, but we got them on. We were like a couple kids, laughing and playing.

We didn't know what to do with our blankets, but Carol said. "They kept for twenty years in that old cedar chest. They'll keep there a while longer, because rest assured, we WILL be back here again, and this time it won't take any twenty years."

We did decide to take the one on which we'd been loving. It was soaked with Carol's juices, and we knew it wouldn't keep. We had a special attachment to that particular blanket, too. It smelled the most of Riekie, and was where we had made our son. We folded it neatly, the wettest spot on top, picked up our cooler, and headed back up the old road. Carol carried the blanket almost reverently, and I carried the lunch bucket. I looked almost like a tradesman returning from a day of work, and oh what a job I'd done!

We stopped outside the barn and closed the doors, leaving almost regretfully. Carol said she had to pee, and squatting, relieved herself to the side of the trail. I took advantage and did the same. I gave her a Kleenex from my pocket, and she wiped herself dry. Unlike the last time we were here together, this time I had a lighter. I'd quit smoking after Riekie blasted me about my unhealthy lifestyle, but I always carried a lighter or matches after that. I burned the damp Kleenex and scattered the ashes.

I slipped my free arm around Carol's waist, she laid her head on my shoulder in total contentment, and together we strolled back up the old lane. The magic was still there, and when we spoke, if at all, it was in reverential whispers and only of love. This was sacred ground to us, and we would not defile it with loud noise or unkind words or thoughts, not even of her father. He had no place here.

At length, we returned to the old cottage, and the kind man came out to see us off. He asked us if we'd found what we were looking for. Carol snuggled up close to me. She gave the man her most dazzling smile.

"Mmm-Hmmm! We found everything we wanted and more! We even made a baby today! Oh. I feel so deliciously full!"

The man looked shocked then smiled knowingly. I could see him getting an eyeful of her delectable boobies, and I smiled warmly when he saw I'd noticed his glance and blushed.

"Lovely, aren't they? Our son will be well fed."

He stammered and blushed more, but I told him no harm done. On a hunch, I got his name, home phone number, and address. I had an idea, but it would be some time before I'd be able to see it through. We said our goodbyes to this nice man, loaded the truck, and climbed in. As I helped Carol up into the truck, her dress came up and her thighs were parted, giving me and the man a heart-stopping view of her well-stuffed pussy. Carol seemed totally unconcerned.

As we drove back to the aunts' Carol snuggled close and nibbled my ear, distracting me from my driving.

"Mmmmmm! I feel so wonderfully full! My tummy feels like it's stuffed! You and Rascal sure pumped a lot of his Precious Stuff in there. I think I gurgle when I move" <GIGGLE> "I love you so much, David! Now, who are we gonna tell first?"

"Well, they've been so good to us all weekend, we should tell the aunts, I guess, but Diane Marie gave us so much more than her permission and approval that she deserves to be at the top of the list. Then there's Mom, who has helped us and believed in us for so long. Then there's Ben, whose idea it started out as. I don't know."

"I'll tell Ben in my own way in my own time. That was our deal, so who are we gonna tell here?"

"I have an idea. I think Mom and Dad are probably at my place, or Diane Marie and the kids are over there. We almost always have Sunday dinner together, and I see no reason for them not to be together tonight, especially when they're waiting for some news from us. We'll call them, and we'll tell ALL of them and the aunts at the same time. Now, stupid question: you're absolutely positive you're pregnant?"

"Oh yes, David. My bones know it, that's how sure I am."

"OK, just so we can tell everybody to expect a Solstice baby next June."

"Mmmm-Hmmm"

Carol dozed off happily as I drove into town. It wasn't quite dark when we reached the aunts'. Carol woke up as I pulled to a stop. I came around and helped her down from the truck. She slid off the seat, and her dress came up around her waist. I cupped her bare cheeks and pulled her into me. I kissed her long and hard, massaging her wonderful butt cheeks. She wiggled her pussy into my groin, and we both felt the stirring in my pants. We broke the kiss panting, and Carol giggled delightedly.

"Mrs. Pussy is starting to look forward to her dessert, and it seems Rascal may be cooking something up for her."

"She must be patient yet a bit. Good things come to those who wait."

We both laughed and started up the walk. The aunts must have been watching for us. They looked concerned until they saw the look of total happiness on us and Carols' absolute contentment.

Pie asked. "So? Your mother's 'treatment' worked, no?"

"Yes, Pie, it worked. My! The house smells nice! All fresh and clean! You've outdone yourselves."

"It does smell nice, doesn't it? We hadn't aired it properly since we moved in. I think we'll always keep a window open except during the most bitter cold. Your windows are still wide, and we put an extra blanket on your bed, but I think you should close them a little before you settle down for the night. Are you hungry? Supper is just nicely ready. We had a feeling you might not be back until almost dark."

Carol and I realized we were both famished and said so. I excused myself to the washroom to wash my face and clean Carol's juices from my whiskers. When I returned, the aunts guided us to the table and sat us down to supper like royalty. Even if we hadn't told them anything, they could see by Carol's happy glow and flush that she was at least an extremely satisfied woman. Jo, always the one to speak her mind, blurted.

"Carol Anne, you look and smell like a well-fucked young woman."

Carol just smiled happily, squeezed my arm and hummed in satisfaction, "Mmm-hmmm."

We had a very enjoyable meal with the aunts. They had prepared some of my favourite Dutch dishes, and Jo had even made 'oleballen' for me. I had already decided to watch what I ate and start working out to reduce my waistline, but those Dutch treats were too much temptation, and I'm sure I ate far too many. The diet could wait until tomorrow.

During the meal, the aunts were full of questions about where we'd been and what we'd seen. We told them about all the changes around the lake, and all the new places. We told them about the changes to the old cottage and the nice man who owned it now, and that the old trail was almost overgrown. We didn't tell them about our road and the barn. Those were our private places to be shared only with Riekie and maybe Bob, who helped us find them. We asked if we could call home again after we ate, and were once again told this was our house while we were here, and we didn't need to ask. After supper, we all pitched in and the dishes got done up quickly. We asked the aunts to stay with us while we called home.



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Chapter 56


I called Mom and Dad's place first, but there was no answer. I figured as much. With it a school night, I thought they might be over at our house so Rhiannon could go to bed without the adults having to leave. I dialed our house and Diane answered. I put Carol on and had her do the talking.

"Hello?"

Carol pitched her voice a little lower than normal so her excitement wouldn't show. It made her sound a little anxious and mysterious.

"Hello? Diane Marie?"

"Carol Anne? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, My Love. Is Mom and Dad over there with you?"

"Yes, they're right here."

"Is Rhiannon still up?"

"Yes, but she's getting tired, and will hafta go down soon."

"Can you bring them all to the phone?"

"Yes, but Carol Anne, what's all the mystery?"

"David and I just want you all to hear what we have to say. Tante Pie and Tante Jo are here with us, wondering the same thing.

"OK, Carol Anne, Dear, everyone is here now. You're scaring me. You two aren't gonna run off and leave me, are you?"

Carol couldn't resist a little jab at me, and put all her love in her voice for Diane.

"Now why would I do a thing like that? Run off on my new best girl before we've even properly met? David might run off and leave us both, but you'll still have me."

You could just see Diane melting, creaming her panties at Carol's sweet voice.

"Oh, Carol Anne..."

Carol giggled happily, breaking the somber mood she'd created.

"Oh, Diane Marie, I just couldn't resist a little drama. David and I do have an announcement, a very happy one."

"Oh... ?"

Carol squealed and exclaimed into the phone, looking at her aunts as she made our announcement.

"WE DID IT! WE'RE PREGNANT!"

The aunts yipped and hugged each other, then ran to us and hugged each of us, showering us with happy kisses.

Jo said, almost to herself, "I thought I smelled something there besides just satisfied well-fucked woman."

On the other end of the line it was pandemonium. I heard Dad's happy shout and laugh. Mom's squeal of delight and Rhiannon's happy child's voice squealing, 'A brother! A brother for me and Jenny!' Diane kept her cool better than the rest.

"Carol Anne, Darling, that's wonderful news. But how can you know so soon? You won't know for sure until you miss at least one period and have a pregnancy test."

"Diane Marie, you're the one person I wanted to be the very first to know after David. I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure. Don't ask me how, but I knew the instant it happened. I was so filled with joy, and I felt this, I don't know how to describe it, this... this quickening. There was this burst of pure white light in my mind, and I knew. Now, just in case, David and I will keep trying tonight until we leave tomorrow, if that's still OK with you?"

"Carol Anne Lloyd! Don't be so silly! Of course you're gonna keep trying! A little insurance is the best thing right now! Besides, I bet you two are so happy right now, you'd do it whether I said it was OK or not. I know David wouldn't ordinarily 'cheat' but this is NOT ordinary. And how can he cheat with you, my own best girl that I share him with?"

Diane's outburst answered many questions. It seemed she figured she was already in a multiple marriage. How would she take the news of Riekie, though?

"Oh, Diane Marie, you just made me love you even more! I wish you could have been here with us when it happened! It was magic, and the place it happened is magic! Someday we'll show it to you. Can Mom hear me?"

Mom came on the phone. "Yes, I can hear you, Carol Anne. I'm on the extension with Don. Rhiannon's with her mother. Did you hear Rhiannon squeal? She's happier than us, I think, and we're overjoyed. What did you want, Princess?"

"I just wanted to tell you I love you, Mom, and thank you. You were right about the fresh air. Did you tell Diane Marie I thought I'd broken Rascal on her? Any way, you were right about that, and Rascal, Our Sweet Prince, works just fine, now, thank you <GIGGLE>, so much so that Miss Pussy had to change her name to Mrs. Pussy.

"And Mom, you were right about the old cottage. We found one of our old spots that worked the magic, far more than even you imagined, I think. Thank you for that suggestion. You have no idea how much David and I appreciate it. It put us firmly on the road to coming back — all the way back. David will explain it all tomorrow. Can I speak to Rhiannon?"

Diane came on then.

"Of course, but she doesn't know you..."

"That's OK. I just want to say hello."

A small child's voice spoke next. I recognized it right away.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Rhiannon? This is..."

Rhiannon interrupted her with a squeal of delight, and I saw Carol visibly melt into softness and motherhood on Rhiannon's words.

"Mommy! You're my other Mommy! Oh! I love you Mommy! I've seen you in my dreams! But you're really real! Did you really make me and Jenny our brother today? I'm so happy!"

Rhiannon wound down enough for Carol to get a word in. She spoke with a love and tenderness only mothers seem to be able to muster.

"Yes, Dear, Daddy and I made your brother today, and I love you, too. I just wanted to say hello. Can I talk to Mommy again?"

"Yes Mommy, here's Mommy."

This was getting confusing to me, but to Rhiannon and Carol it seemed to make perfect sense, and to Diane, it seemed, when she came back on the phone.

"Hi, Mommy."

"Hi, yourself, Mommy."

They both giggled hysterically.

"So, have you picked a name yet?"

"No, it's too soon. I'm sure we'll get lots of suggestions from grandparents and kids and other family members. Right now, we just refer to him as Our Son."

It was apparent from the way she capitalized 'Our Son' that Diane was included in his parentage.

"Well, Carol Anne, Our Son will have a wonderful name, whatever you decide. I've got to get Rhiannon off to bed now, tomorrow's a school day, although she's so excited now, I doubt she'll sleep. When are you leaving, and how soon before I hear from you again, My Love?"

I felt like an interloper listening in on two lovers. I guess, in a way, I was.

"I'll let David tell you the travel arrangements. He hasn't had a chance to say anything. I've been hogging the line."

I finally got to speak to my family.

"Well, is everyone happy with our news?"

A chorus of 'Yes, David, very happy.' and 'Oh yes, Daddy.'

"OK, it's getting late, so I won't hold you much longer. Rhiannon's got school tomorrow, and it's way past your bedtime, Kiddo. Say good night to Mommy Carol and me and give us a kiss, then off you go. Mommy will be right in to tuck you in, as soon as I finish talking to her, OK?"

"Ok, Daddy. G'night, Mommy Carol! I love you! G'night Daddy! I love you, too!" She followed with two noisy, sloppy telephone kisses. Carol answered for both of us.

"Night-night, Munchkin! We love you, too."

I took up where I left off.

"Carol Anne's flight is at two, so we have to leave here no later than noon to make it. She's already got her ticket, so we shouldn't be rushed. Once I drop her off and make sure her flight leaves, then I'll be home. I should be home in time for supper, but make it a little later than normal, just in case her flight is delayed. I won't come on home until I'm sure she and our son are safely on their way. Anything else?"

"Carol Anne Lloyd! You never told me when I'd hear from you again, if ever!"

Diane sounded worried.

"Diane Marie. Calm yourself, My Love. I'll call as soon as I get home. The flight's about three hours; by the time I get through baggage claim and get a cab home, it'll be closer to four or even five hours. And I have to take a little time to say hello to Ben, too. It could be, let's see, close to eight this time before I can call. Will everybody be there, or at the new house? I think David will be in the middle of his story when I call, so that could work out OK, too. I can't be there, but I'd like to be part of the telling, as long as one of us is there in person. Too bad you don't have a speaker phone like we used to have. Is eight too late? I think Rhiannon should hear this story, too, especially my part of it, depending on how much David tells before I call."

"Eight is fine, Dear Heart. We can let Rhiannon stay up a little later again. Now I must run and tuck Rhiannon in and check on Jenny. Mom and Dad, you can hang up when you've said your good bye's, 'Kay? 'Bye David! I love you! See you tomorrow some time! 'Byeee, Carol Anne, I love you!"

"'Byeeee, Diane Marie! I love you too! I'll talk to you tomorrow night."

"'Bye, Diane Marie! I'll see you tomorrow."

Diane handed her phone to Mom, who spoke quietly, lest Diane overhear until she was out of earshot.

"What are you going to tell her tomorrow, David?"

"Everything."

"Even about Riekie? You haven't changed your mind about that?"

"No, should I?"

"I don't know how she'll take it. She's still pretty fragile..."

Carol broke in. "Mom, wasn't it you and Dad who taught us to tell the truth and all the truth? Diane Marie deserves to know everything. I think she's a lot stronger than she might let on sometimes. 'Sides, you can't tell just part of this story. There would be so many holes she'd know something was being left out, and please don't forget those pictures."

"You're right, of course, Dear. I have them laid out all ready. David will tell me when he wants me to show them to her. Will you have Ben with you when you call?"

"Good. If he's well enough, yes -- it's his right, too Mom. He knows almost everything anyway, but hearing some of it from David's perspective and your part in it might help him understand some things better. I think he's not too sure about the connection to the Old Ways. I don't think I explained it very well."

"OK, Dear, we'll let David handle it, and you call as soon as you can. I guess we better finish up, now. I'll see you sometime tomorrow, David. Love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow night, then My Princess. Love you. And thank you for sharing your wonderful news with us. May the Goddess protect you and your new son. Good night, kids."

"G'night, Mom, see ya soon. Love you."

"G'night, Mom. Love you. I'll be talking to you."

We hung up and the aunts descended on us again, oohing an aahhing over us, happy for us and with us. Carol retrieved the blanket we'd brought with us, and presented it to Pie and Jo.

"This is the blanket we made our son on. Please keep it with our wedding sheet — they belong together."

Pie and Jo accepted the blanket and assured us they would look after it. They handled it almost reverentially. It was starting to get quite late, and they were tired, so they hugged us once again, and trundled off to bed, taking the blanket with them, and leaving us alone.

Carol said she wanted to call Ben and let him know what time her flight would be in. She'd called him Friday and told him she was staying over the extra day, but hadn't called the airline yet for her new flight times. She did that Saturday right after we got back from shopping.

Carol called Ben right away. I didn't listen into the conversation. Much as I liked Ben sight unseen from what Carol had told me, I wasn't quite ready to be part of their private lives yet, and I wasn't sure how Ben would react to me. As it turned out, Carol's call to Ben was short and to the point. She told him what time her flight was leaving, her expected arrival time in Calgary, and that she'd take a cab from the airport. She asked about his health, and frowned at his answer. He apparently asked how things went, and she said, "better than expected, I'll tell you when I see you." She was upbeat with him on the phone, but after she hung up, I could see she was upset and worried. I didn't push it, though. She'd tell me in her own time if she thought I needed to know. Something she said in our earlier conversation with my family did strike me, though, and I mentioned it.

"Carol Anne! You're a genius, you know that?"

"Huh? How so?"

"You said it was too bad we didn't have a speaker phone. They may have been a rare luxury in 1965, but they're cheap and common now. I should have thought of it myself. Somewhere between here and home, tomorrow, I should be able to find a Canadian Tire or Radio Shack or some electronics place, even Sears or K-mart where I can get one. They're easy to hook up. I might even get two."

"Well, aren't we the smart ones, now?"

Carol giggled, but I could tell she was still worried about something Ben had said or hadn't said. I let it go, though for the time being, and just asked her to remind me to call Roy first thing in the morning. I wanted him working on my information as soon as possible. The sooner his investigation was complete, the sooner I could see a lawyer myself. And I wanted Tante Jo to go after Scott, too. I wasn't sure if his actions while in Holland could result in charges here, but the Canadian military might be interested. I'd pass that info to Roy, too, less the names for now.

Carol yawned hugely and looked upstairs theatrically. I took the hint, and taking her hand, headed up the stairs. I was back down in twenty seconds, leaving a hysterically laughing Carol on the steps while I turned out the lights. The aunts had mentioned we left them on the night before. I didn't want them pissed at me for wasting energy and money. They said this was our home while we were here, but that didn't mean we could abuse it either. They were Dutch, after all, and the Dutch are well known for their thrift and frugality.

The lights out, Carol and I climbed the stairs hand-in-hand to our room. It was quite chilly with both windows wide open, so I closed one completely, and left the other open just enough to get some fresh air. The weather was finally turning after a late summer heat wave, and the breeze blowing in through the windows was chilly. I didn't think overdosing on pheromones was going to be an issue again, anyway. If Carol was right, she would be returning to normal soon anyway. Now pregnant, she didn't need to release as much. If and when we made love tonight, her cervix was closed, that would be the final proof for me.

We undressed each other and clinched in a torrid French kiss as we tumbled onto the bed. It was cold enough in our room, though, we soon crawled under the covers, snuggling under the thick comforter the aunts called an 'extra blanket.' All nice and cozy under the warm comforter, with Carol snuggled up I could sense a level of tension in her.

"Wanna talk about it, Honey?"

"Talk about what?"

"Whatever's been eating you since you talked to Ben. You're not mad because I left you two to your privacy, are you?"

"I was a littler hurt, at first, but then I realized I wasn't being fair. I know your family, even Diane Marie, from writing her, but you've never spoken or written to Ben, so you have nothing to go on except what I tell you. And then, you would also probably feel awkward around the 'other man' in my life."

"Jeeezus, M'lady! You know me too well! So what's the problem, then, if not me? Or do you want to talk about it?"

"No, that's OK, David. It's no secret. I'm still trying to figure it out. When I asked Ben how he was feeling, he brushed me off. That's not like him, and I thought he'd be more excited to hear from me. I know we're more friends than anything, but he's my best friend after you (He knows that, by the way.), and he's always really glad when I call, even during the day to say hello. Tonight he sounded tired, and like he didn't care about anything. I was going to blurt it out about the baby, but his attitude didn't seem like he'd care.

"I hope he's alright, but I'm wondering if he's had more bad news from the doctor. He was supposed to see him again on Friday after I left. He didn't say anything Friday night when I called, but you know how things can work on you over a period of days. So I'm just a little worried, Darling, is all. He's looked forward to this so much, and knows he'll only have two years or so with him, but now I'm scared for him. Speaking of the baby..."

She rolled onto her back and cuddled up on my arm. Her voice was all soft and dreamy. "Did I tell you what Ben wants to do?"

"No..." Despite the softness of her voice, I was nervous at this thought. I'd just sired a son on my first love, and another man was going to raise him, for a while anyway. He might not be my son when I got him back.

"Ben wants to make sure his birth certificate lists you as his father, and that he has your last name." Wow! I liked Ben some more.

"Actually, <giggle> Ben was hoping for a girl. He already has those two wonderful boys, Jamie and Robbie. David, they're such nice boys! You'll like them. They were fifteen and sixteen when we got married, so they're not that much younger than me. I thought they'd resent me, but they were so happy for Ben, they accepted me right away, and actually minded me when I was in charge of them, not that they ever needed much discipline. They have manners and respect their elders — imagine! Me! An elder! They're both finished school now, or will be by the end of this year, Robbie is already finished, and working at a good job. Jamie, the younger one has a job waiting for when he graduates.

"But I'm wandering off my topic. Ben wants the baby not only to be registered to you he insists that he be raised knowing who his father is, and that someday you'll come back for him. Isn't that sweet? Ben wants you to be there with us when he's born, too, right there in the delivery room, so you can do that post natal bonding that seems to be all the rage now. Is it that important for fathers? I'm new at all this, remember." <giggle>

I was becoming rapidly more and more impressed with Ben. He sounded like my kind of person. He'd raised two sons that Carol obviously doted on, and now, while he would raise mine, he would make sure my son not only knew who his father was, but would try to make him proud to be my son in preparation for the day we would actually meet.

"Carol Anne, I'm sorry now I didn't accept your invitation to listen tonight. The more you tell me about Ben, the more I like him. I hope he hasn't heard more bad news. He sounds like too good a man to lose. On the father bonding issue, Ben's right. When Rhiannon was born, that hospital didn't allow fathers in the delivery room; they were still a little old-fashioned, I guess. But when Jen was born, I was right there, and when she opened her eyes, the angle I was at, I was the first person she saw. Her eyes looked into mine like you do, and I was instantly smitten. I fell madly in love with a six pound seven ounce bundle of joy, and we still share a special bond. Jenny will crawl into my lap and just look into my eyes, and even at just eighteen months, we can communicate without words."

"That is so-o-o sweet! I had no idea! Ben said if you couldn't afford the plane fare to come out, he'd pay it for you, and Diane Marie, too. He wants you both there, and so do I, especially now that she and I are falling for each other like a — how did you used to say it? — a ton of bricks. <giggle>

"I'm still worried about Ben, but I guess there's nothing I can do until I get back home. I'll just have to wait and see."

Carol turned to face me again, and kissed me lightly on the lips, a mischievous smile on her face. She rubbed her furry little pussy creature on my leg suggestively as she kissed me again, this time a little more urgently. Her hand trailed down over my belly to my penis, and stroked me gently.

"Say, didn't you promise Mrs. Pussy some dessert? She's getting very hungry, and wants to know what Rascal was able to come up with."

Her furry rubbing on my leg, her sweet kisses and her hand on my penis all had the desired affect, and her friend, Rascal rose to the occasion.

"Well, I don't know what Rascal came up with, but it seems I've come up with something."

"Well SOMETHING came up in my hand. What do you suppose I should do with it?"

"Anything you want, just don't break it. We've already had one scare today, and the potential for two very pissed-off females."

Carol giggled hysterically at that.

"Oh, I won't break it, but I might bend it a little."

While she giggled at her own joke and continued to stroke and fondle my penis, I scooted down a little, and took a succulent pink nipple in my mouth. I sucked and teased it with my tongue. Her hand came to the back of my head as I sucked and teased, holding me to her breast. I released it and moved to the other, doing the same. Carol moaned in pleasure.

"Ooooo! Mmmmm! That's niiiice! Ooooo! They're so sensitive! Not too hard! Ah! Yes!"

Carol's hand on my penis became demanding in its stroking. She had me worked to a raging tumescence. She pulled her tittie away from my mouth and lowered her mouth to me for a kiss. She started Frenching and that damn tongue-suck, bringing my boner even harder. She spread he legs completely open, and pulling me by the penis toward her, whispered. "Oh! Mrs. Pussy is so hungry! C'mon, Rascal, my Sweet Prince chef, show her what you cooked up for her dessert! Put him in me, NOW, David. Pleeeese? HURRY!"

Her urgency spurred me on. Maybe she wasn't pregnant yet, after all! I swung between her out stretched legs. As I did, she released my penis from her hot grip, wrapped her arms around my neck, and drew her knees up and out, opening herself to me completely. I lowered my hips and entered her in one smooth stroke. As I bottomed, I felt her cervix open again and welcome me in. I plumbed her to what seemed like even newer depths. I felt her cervix pulsing around the knob of my cock, and she groaned in pleasure as I bit bottom, my pubic bone mashing her clit. She was so tight and hot and moist! My own pleasure was indescribable.

"Ooooooo! Mmmmmm! David! OOooo! SO good! So full! So deeeep! Leave him there for a minute! Let me feeeel him inside me! That's so-o-o-o goo-oo-ood!"

I left my penis buried deep in her uterus while we kissed so tenderly and sweetly. I felt my heart would burst with the love I felt for his woman. As she released me from our kiss, I looked deep into her eyes (I couldn't get enough of her eyes. After twenty years of missing them I wanted it all, NOW.). I whispered. "Carol Anne Lloyd, you are my very soul. You own my heart. I love you."

She giggled, causing amazing sensations on my cock as her giggle sent ripples through her muscles and cervix. She nuzzled my whiskers, and whispered back. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No, just two, and with me, they own you, too."

Carol sighed in happiness and pulled me closer, her legs wrapping around my butt.

"Oooooo! To be so loved! Most people would die for just one, and I have three! Love me now, David. Let Sweet Prince fill Mrs. Pussy with his sweet dessert of Precious Stuff! We're pregnant, but we need the love in it. Feed her and love me. Oooooo! So good!"

I moved my hips, withdrawing almost completely, then plunged back in, feeling her open her deepest recesses to my invasion. I gave her three or four more long, slow thrusts, her hips coming up to meet me on each one. And each time she moaned and cooed her delight.

"Oooooooo! So goo-oo-ood! Don't stop! Doooo Meeee!"

Her cries were more urgent, her muscles clamped and rippled harder, faster. My hips moved faster and harder, the strokes shorter, more pounding. I thrust in and ground my pubis into her clit on each downward stroke. Carol bucked and ground her pubis back into me. We moved faster, rutting and fucking hard, like the animals we were. I caught the tail of the comet again, and took her with me for another ride among the stars. My hips pounded and thrust. Her hips matched mine in perfect sync, her inner muscles rippling and massaging my cock as it pumped and pounded into her sopping, sperm soaked womb. She begged for more.

"HARDER! DEEPER! OOOOOO! DAVID! DOOOOO MEEEE! LOOOOVVE MEEE!!"

Our hips pounding and thrashing together, we rode the comet together, to the edge of space and once again saw the diamond hard points of the stars against black night. More comets and meteors flashed around and past us as we rode the comet's tail. We pumped and heaved against and with each other, our passion building and building. The pleasure rose and rose, and as we thought it couldn't get any better, it rose a bit more. I felt my balls heave and lift, preparing their precious offering for delivery. My penis swelled even harder. Carol's hips pounded back into mine, her muscles clamping, grasping, massaging. I felt her nearing the top of the comet's trajectory, and I rode there with her. My balls tightened as her muscles clamped hard on my raging cock. Carol cried her pleasure.

"OGODOGODOGODOGOD! UH! UH! UH! DAVID! I SEE THE STARS! DAVID!"

My own grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room as we pounded and rutted together, trying to get just that little bit closer to eternity in the stars. The comet reached its highest point and exploded as it fell back to earth. My balls erupted with a volcanic explosion, blasting gob after gob after gob of thick, warm sperm deep into her womb through my pulsing jerking cock. Carol's hips locked and lifted as my cock plunged to her depths and held in one last powerful stroke, bathing our baby in warmth and love. Her muscles rippled and spasmed around and along my cock, sucking out every last drop of warm, life giving baby juice. Her arms pulled me tight as her legs locked around my butt and pulled me even deeper, her hips jerking with each spurt of my cock, filling her womb as I came and came. And she yelled her fulfillment to the world.

"YEEEEESSSS! OOOO YEEESSSS! I FEEEL IT! I FEEEEL IT! UH! UH! UH! DAAAAVVVIIIIDDD!! OOOO YEAH! OH! OH! DAAAAVVVIIIDDD! I FEEEEEL IT!"

I collapsed onto her, gasping for breath, my cock twitching and jerking in her depths, her muscles milking and stripping out the last morsel of my spend. The mouth of her cervix pulsed and rippled, like a baby sucking a nipple. I rolled to my side, carrying her with me as we slowly got our breathing under control. Carol smiled dreamily as we regained our senses, her hips pumping gently against me, careful not to dislodge my penis from her womb.

"Oh! He feels so good in there! He's so deep! Even now, he's so deep. I felt every squirt of his Precious Stuff! I think I came every time her squirted! He filled Mrs. Pussy to the brim and she swallowed it all! His wonderful dessert is so sweet!

"Oh, David! I love you so much! You gave me a baby, and you've given me so much more! You've given me you and the stars! You gave me love and hope and life! You gave me back my soul when I thought I'd lost it and now I give it to you!"

She nuzzled my face and I kissed her lips softly, tenderly. I pulled her close, and whispered. "Carol Anne Lloyd, I love you."

I dozed off, still planted firmly in her flooded womb,



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Chapter 57


I woke just a few minutes later to Carol's body shaking in my arms. She was sobbing softly, her face buried in my whiskers. I kissed her forehead and she raised her face to me, tears running down her cheeks. I pulled my hips back, and my flaccid penis slipped out of her. She never noticed.

"What's this, then, Little One?"

I didn't often call her by Riekie's pet name, but there are occasions when it fits; this was one.

"Why the tears? A minute ago, you were happy and in love, ecstatic with fulfillment."

I kissed her eyes, tasting her tears, willing away her pain.

"I-I m-miss h-her s-so m-much!"

"Who, Precious One?"

I thought I knew, but wanted to hear it from her.

"R-R-Riekieeee!"

And she wailed and shook as sobs wracked her beautiful body. Gradually she settled down a bit, and was able to speak.

"What brought all this on, Honey?"

"I-I'm so happy! And we're so happy! And Riekie should be here to share it with us! Diane Marie should be too, but we know where she is and what she's doing and we've talked to her and shared our love with her, but we're not even sure where Riekie is and we don't know what she's doing. She won't even talk to us before Christmas! And I want to hear her voice so badly! And hold her and love her! And have her in our bed with us like she should be! She BELONGS here, David! And stupid me, I drove her away and kept her away! From us! From you! And she loves you so much! Sometimes I think she loves you more than me, if that's possible! We've GOT to get her back! Yesterday wouldn't be soon enough!"

Carol's long-time penchant for run-on sentences to state her premise was once again evident.

"But she is coming back, you told me she was."

"To you, but I'm not sure about me! I think I hurt her too much!"

I felt icy fingers of fear clutching at my heart.

"How did you hurt her?"

"When she left, I called her awful names and blamed her, even though she defended you. I told her I hated her and never wanted to see her again. Then when we lived with the aunts while we went to school, and you left at Christmas, I blamed her for you leaving. Even though I wouldn't or couldn't let us be together, having you close by was good enough for then. I stayed until the end of that year, but I was so messed up, I flunked out and went back to Winnipeg with Mom. When I left, I chewed Riekie out again for letting you get away from us. I'm afraid I hurt her too badly for her to come back to MEEeee."

And she was off, wailing again. Her self recrimination over Riekie started to piss me off. I'd handled her with kid gloves until now. I took them off — sometimes they need a dose of tough love, too. I didn't soften my voice. I was angry, and wanted her to know it.

"Carol Scott!"

She jerked like I'd slapped her.

"Wha... ? Why'd you call me that filthy name?"

"To get your attention. You've wallowed around in self pity for twenty years. You can't accept that people really love you. Nobody doubts the hurt and injustice done to you, but you keep making it worse by feeling sorry for yourself!

"Your sister loves you. Not just as her sister, but as her wife and lover, as I do! Riekie took a lot more damage from our breakup than either you or I knew! She ran out in fear, not because of some silly name you called her! She ran for the same reason you hid behind your shame for so long! She wanted to help you, but didn't know how! How could she? She could only guess at what was eating you! And meanwhile, she's got her own cross of guilt to bear! I strongly suspect your father did more to her than what she told you!

"She's coming back, in her own time, at her own pace, because that's the only way she can! And you can bet your bottom dollar, she's not just coming back just to me! She's coming back to both of us, or she hopes she is! If it's both of us, that will depend on your state of mind! Riekie needs us! We need her! We talk about Diane Marie becoming our new wife! Is she supposed to replace Riekie? NO! She's the Power's replacement for someone else! Now get your shit together, and start looking forward to the day Riekie rejoins us! I miss her just as much as you! She owns my soul, too! You've been made whole again, and you're pregnant with my son! I won't let you go down that road again! I said Riekie will come to us again in her own time at her own pace, but there's something else moving here, and she just thinks she setting the pace.

"The time for the three of us isn't right yet! There's still work to do and issues to be resolved! Healing you was the first and possibly the biggest! Getting you with child was the next! Now there're other things to be sorted out, like why was Diane Marie steered to us, or us to her? What happened when Kit died?"

I ran down. Carol had stopped her tears and stared at me in wonder. I'd never yelled at her before or lectured her so hard.

"David, why are you so angry with me?"

"Carol Anne, I'm angry because you still won't see. It may be that the damage done to you is deeper than we thought, but I think it's more likely you're just caught up in old, bad habits, and I won't put up with it. I put too much time and effort into us just to watch you cry it all away in a few minutes. Riekie LOVES you! Believe it! She told me so herself, the last time I talked to her, and she wanted back with you, even then, eighteen years ago! She's been trying ever since! Do you not wonder why she keeps in touch, and even tells you things she doesn't tell anyone else? You told me it was you holding her off at arm's length, but you don't believe that, you really think it's the other way round. But it's not her that's holding you off at arm's length, it really is you holding her off, and until you realize that, you're going to be one lonely girl!

'Now get with the programme, girl! We have a baby to raise and two wives to claim!"

"David, I wish I saw things as clearly as you! I love Riekie as much as I do you. Do you really believe she still loves me?"

"Carol Anne, I not only believe it, I KNOW it, just as surely as I know I love you, and that you love me. Just as surely as I know I love my daughters and they love me. Just as surely as I know Diane Marie loves me and you. Just as surely as I know the sun will come up in a few hours, and set again tomorrow night. Carol Anne, there's just some things you accept on faith, and just KNOW they are so. Riekie's love for both of us is one of those. It's a constant, and I've known it since the beginning. THAT's the connection to her we tried to figure out all those years ago. Her love is the mortar that binds ours together."

"I believe you, David."

"You better, or I've a good notion to turn you over my knee and spank your bottom."

"Eeeww! I love it when you talk rough." And she giggled!

"David? What were you talking about when you mentioned Tante Kit?"

"Pie and Jo told me you know about Kit."

"They told me she loved you, but then so does every woman I know. Even Joanne's head over heels over you, but she doesn't stand a chance with you."

She was absolutely right about me and Joanne. I liked her OK, but that was as far as it went. THAT I knew.

'Did they not tell you anything else about Kit?"

"That was when they gave me my bath; I don't remember everything we talked about. We were all giddy and acting like school girls, and I was so horny all the time I don't think I was thinking too straight!"

"How did you feel about Kit?"

"I thought she was the most wondrous and beautiful woman I ever saw! If I was older, or she'd been younger, I would have been deeply in love with her, but I thought she wouldn't have anything to do with a young person like me. How did you feel about her?"

"The same as you. At sixteen, mature as I might have been for my age, I still suffered from some teen angst, and being attracted to an older woman was part of that, or so I thought. It wasn't until your mother's funeral yesterday, when I realized what I'd felt for Kit was true love, just as I feel for you and Riekie and Diane Marie. That's why I put a single red rose on her grave. I didn't think anyone noticed, but Pie and Jo did. They told me about her when they gave me my bath.

'They told me that Kit not only loved me, but was in love with me, and had babbled on to them about it. They think that if we hadn't broken up, Kit would be alive today as our third wife. I tend to agree with them. Then they said I was sent on a quest to find her replacement, and that's how and why I found Diane Marie. But I think the same Evil that broke us up and took Kit from us, got to Diane Marie and damaged her so it took at least eight more years than it should have to get us to the point where we can all be together. Your aunts told me to make sure you knew this, and we're to tell Riekie, too. I don't know what we're supposed to tell Diane Marie. She's the one in the odd position here. There's something strange about her I can't quite figure, and somehow I think the answer to that has something to do with why we can't have Riekie until Christmas. The quest to find her isn't finished yet. And then there's Paul. I don't know why I blurted that I'd make it a Holy Quest to find him, but somehow it's all tied together.

"So, right now, aside from our baby, we have just the promise of a brighter future, but compared to what we had before, that's riches beyond measure. Carol Anne, Riekie loves US. That we know. That she's coming back to us sometime around Christmas, we know also. Those are our constants. Let's just go with that for now, and stop with the useless self recrimination, OK?"

She cuddled up close and giggled. "I already have. I wouldn't want you to spank me... not when I want you to fuck me..."

Carol pounced on me then, working my cock with her mouth and hands until she got me hard. She was so hot as soon as she had me hard she mounted and started to ride me in her cowgirl fashion. She rode and rode, bringing herself to several orgasms before she got me to go with her. As I felt my orgasm build, her cervix opened, and I slid deeper into her body. The extra stimulation sent my hips plunging, and soon I spewed several gobs of baby butter deep into her womb. Carol came convulsively with me, yelling her fulfillment, collapsed and was instantly asleep on my chest. I pulled the covers over us and held her as she slept. I gently rolled us to our sides, disturbing her as little as possible, and soon joined her in a dreamless sleep, my penis still buried in her sperm soaked womb.

I woke in the morning to that wonderful sight and feeling I was getting too used to — those magnificent blue eyes staring into mine waiting for me to wake, and my morning woody buried deep in hot, wet pussy.

"G'morning, Lover!" her hips moved suggestively.

"G'morning, yourself, Beautiful! You look simply maahhvelous this morning and..." I moved my own hips a little. "... feel even better."

"I feel better, too. You chewed me a new asshole last night, and I deserved it."

Carol rarely used profanity or vulgarity except to make a strong point. I knew she'd taken me seriously, so why belabour it? I was in the mood for a little fun, anyway.

"Strange... I wasn't aware we had any kinky sex last night. My mind must be going, don't 'member a thing, unless you did something nasty to me in the middle of the night? Where is this new asshole? This, I've gotta see!"

Carol tickled me hard, making me flinch, then giggled, setting off those amazing contractions in her pussy that ALWAYS got her friend's attention.

"You're just a beast! Like all men!" She feigned a pout, sticking out her bottom lip. "You don't remember ravishing my poor defenseless body twenty times or more last night? Why, I thought I'd die! You're nothing but a disgusting pervert! All that pushing and shoving and grunting! It was disgusting! I'm just an innocent maid, and you, you, MAN, you ravished me! Why, I bet I'm pregnant now! I must be, after all that icky white stuff you pumped into my poor body!"

"Twenty times? No wonder I don't remember anything! Keep that lip sticking out, and I'll put a plate on it! Pregnant, eh? You think? That would be good news, indeed! Then I might be able to get some sleep and not be pestered by some starving, insatiable pussy creature looking for her supper all the time! She just about killed me getting her dessert last night!"

Carol giggled again, those fantastic muscles rippling along my member in the most amazing way. She wiggled her hips just a little more suggestively, grinding her clit into my pubis.

"Well... there's still the matter of her breakfast..."

I noticed my morning erection was buried to her cervix, but not in it. Mrs. Pussy just nibbled at the tip as we joked.

"Well, if we must, we must. C'mon Rascal, there's work to be done and a hungry mouth to feed."

"Oh! Poor thing! So hard done by! Work, now, is it?"

"Ah! But we're happy labourers who enjoy our work!"

I rolled her to her back, the two of us laughing and giggling like school kids, and got on with the job... 

As the job went, I just had to feed Mrs. Pussy her breakfast, and as usual, Rascal, her Sweet Prince had whipped up quite a feast for her. But the poor thing couldn't swallow his full offering this morning, and spilled a good part of it. We were back to normal, sort of. Either she'd forgotten all the manners she'd learned in the last day, or she was already overstuffed, and pregnant. I preferred the latter, and would gladly put up with the mess Mrs. Pussy made as she dined. Rascal, that consummate gentleman, thought so too. When she climaxed, Carol screamed, instead of the yelling of the last eighteen hours or so. We were really back to normal, except for that tiny bit of life, Our Son, now growing within the warm, safe confines of her womb. I swore I could hear Mrs. Pussy purring contentedly.

As we lay in post-coital bliss, Rascal's latest offering leaking unheeded and un-needed wetly over our still-joined pelvises, Carol and I shared a blissful kiss. Mrs. Pussy purred and nibbled contentedly on the tip of my penis.

I looked closely at Carol, causing her to blush. She simply glowed! I knew now what Mom had meant when she said all those years ago. 'You two look and smell like well-fucked young women... I don't think there's anything more beautiful except when that well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it.'

"You are the most beautiful creature in creation, you know!"

"Not just one of three today?"

"You have something extra today they don't — you're pregnant, and it shows. You have that glow that Riekie talked about the day we got married, and what Mom talked about the day they opened their home to us. I never gave it much thought before, even when Diane Marie was pregnant with the girls, but now I see it on you, I remember it on her. Ya know how all the other women ooh and aah over you girls when they see you're 'well fucked' because they see that satisfied glow? This is like that, only deeper, happier, more fulfilled than simply satisfied. Seeing you like this is what we're all about, and I love you more than ever, if that's at all possible"

"I love you, too, David, and just like you said, more than ever, if that's possible. I know you don't want to talk about it anymore, but I want to talk more about Riekie."

I groaned.

"No, David, we didn't really finish last night. You did chew me a new asshole, <I think she was becoming enamoured of that phrase.> and I deserved it. You made me see things differently. You can usually do that with your calm reasoning and glimpses from your Power, but I needed to hear you angry and frustrated, because then I felt the power of your belief, and I KNEW you were right about Riekie.

"Oh, I imagine I'll still have my doubts and moments, especially when the pregnancy hormones start kicking in, but if I do, I'll contact you, and you have my permission, no, I beg you, to give me the reaming out I deserve or need."

"I understand, Hon. I'm always there for you, you know that. This is the 'friend' part of our relationship we all forgot about. I still think some Evil clouded our minds, but that Evil is almost gone, and the Power is getting stronger again. Mom warned us about an Evil, but we forgot about it in the happiness of that first year, and it got a grip on us that it has taken all these years to break."

I moved my hips suggestively, my morning woody still hard inside her.

"Right now, there's only one 'reaming out' I'd like to give you, but Nature calls, and she is most insistent. My back teeth are floating and my tongue's hollering 'Man the lifeboats!' It's time for us to rise and greet a new day. And what a new day!"

I hollered and yelled my elation and joy!

"WE'RE PREGNANT!! WAAAHOOO!"

Carol held her ears, my yell too close and loud. She giggled, threw back her head and howled, making me cover my own ears! I think my wife had found her way of celebrating her joy, and not just that of good sex. I knew I'd be hearing that howl a lot over the years, and I looked forward to it. The exhilaration and fulfillment in that howl was a marvel and joy to hear!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"

We collapsed together on the bed, laughing ourselves silly. The whole neighbourhood had heard us through the open window, I'm sure. We didn't care. Now the whole world could and would know about us. The days of secrecy and furtiveness were over. The one person we had needed to hide our marriage from was little more than a footnote in our lives now. From now on, our lives were open books, and if the rest of the world didn't like it, they could go pound salt in their collective butts.

We got our laughter under control, quickly slipped on our robes in the fresh, cold air of the room, and padded to the washroom. Carol aimed and I peed, a morning ritual now well established. We both sighed with a little relief and also disappointment as my morning erection followed the urine down the drain. I started the tub filling and brushed my teeth while Carol used the stool for her own morning relief. She washed her hands and brushed her teeth before joining me in the tub. As she climbed into the tub, I turned her such that she sat facing away from me, so I could draw her in and cuddle her. She groaned at having to face away, but soon relaxed into my warm embrace.

I nibbled happily on her neck and ears, and she loved it. I ran my hands all over her tummy, marveling at the new life growing in there. I felt such a warm, tender love for her and this new child, I was moved to tears. Carol felt my tears as I kissed her cheek.

"Why, David, what's wrong? You're crying!"

"Nothing's wrong, Sweetheart! I'm just so happy, I'm overwhelmed with emotion! We did it! We finally made a baby! You and me! Together! We made a baby! Just like we always talked about! And I am just so god damn happy, I could burst!"

I rubbed her tummy, caressing that area where I knew he was growing.

"And he's right in here, right where I put him. All my kids are wanted and loved and cherished, but this little guy is somehow special. He won't get treated any different from the others, but he's still Special. He's OUR first, and we've wanted him for soooo long!"

I was blubbering pretty good, overwhelmed by my joy and emotion. Carol's voice held just a little tease.

"Why, David, I had no idea you felt this strongly about our baby."

I didn't catch the teasing at first, and craning my head around, I looked at her incredulously.

"When was the first time I told you I wanted to make babies with you?"

"The night of the party before we went to the cottage. You made me feel so good when you said it. Hey! I was just teasing! I know how much you want a baby with me — just as much as I want it with you."

"Yeah but do you know how long I've actually wanted to?"

"I don't think you ever actually told me..."

"Since the minute I first saw you, I KNEW you were going to be the mother of my children."

"Oh, David! Me, too! That's what I meant when I said I was sure you were 'My Man' when I saw you that day!"

She turned in the tub so we could share a very intimate and loving kiss that left us drained and happy. I cuddled her, caressing her beautiful breasts and smooth, taut tummy that would soon be swelling with our son — Our Son!

Eventually the water cooled and we stepped from our bath. I enfolded her in the large towel and gently, sensuously dried her completely. She was cooing and moaning softly in pleasure as I finished.

"David! How can you make just toweling me off such a sensuous and love-filled act? I feel so warm and fuzzy now and just surrounded by love."

"Remember how I've always liked to dry you or Riekie from the bath, and said it was one of my fantasies? I never told you the whole fantasy because I thought it might sound silly from a teenager. The whole fantasy is to dry my pregnant woman, and the more obviously pregnant, the better. It's never been a sexual fantasy as such. It's a sensual loving one, and I finally got to live it out completely today."

"What do you mean today? You have two children with Diane Marie, and she was very pregnant with both, I assume. You must've been able to towel her off?"

"Until she started her own healing, I couldn't do it with Diane Marie. It's only been in the last few months she's allowed me to see her body except in bed, and then only enough to have sex. Before that, she'd never let me see her in the bath, let alone take one with her or dry her after. Now she does, but she ain't pregnant. Maybe when I get home..."

Carol finished drying me, seeming to put as much love and tenderness into it as I had for her, leaving me feeling all warm and fuzzy myself. We helped each other into our warm terry robes. Carol giggled and said.

"When you get home, you take that sweet little girl to bed, and make love to her like you do me, and when you eat her out <giggle> tell her that's from me! I learned your techniques, but I s'pose now I'll have to grow a beard, too, to give her that extra special effect." <giggle>

I started to form a mental image of the two of them together but the image morphed to a completely different setting in a room I didn't recognize. Diane and Carol were cuddling on a large bed when a third party came into view in that picture — Riekie! Carol looked subtly different, about three months pregnant. Somehow I sensed that if we stayed our present course we were going to be OK. I must have had a funny look on my face, because Carol asked with a note of concern.

"You OK, David? You just got that strange look on your face when you've 'Seen' something. What did you 'See'?"

"Nothing alarming, Hon. I saw peace and contentment, and most importantly I saw ALL of us together — all FOUR of us."

"Now why would you 'See' something like that now?"

"I started to form a mental image of you and Diane Marie together, like we were kidding about, and then it just morphed into this other one. I saw the three of you in a bedroom I don't recognize, having fun, you were about three months gone, and the viewpoint was like I was watching or coming in the doorway. It's the most vivid 'Sight' I've ever had. This wasn't a fantasy, Hon! This is something that is going to be if we do everything just right!"

Carol shivered like a large chill had just run down her spine, and cuddled close.

"Three months gone? That puts it around Christmas time! Then you're right about Riekie! Now I wonder what brings us all together at Christmas! Could you 'See' anything else?"

"No, just that the bed was huge, bigger than a queen size. The rest was fuzzy around the edges."

"Hmmmm! I wonder... all the beds at my house are king size. Am I supposed to have you all for Christmas?"

Carol was full of surprises. She was following a train of thought and reasoning I would have, but then I didn't have the information she did.

"All your beds are king size? What? Do you hold orgies at your place?"

She giggled. "Men! Always thinking of sex! No, I can't have an orgy without you! But Ben is in the construction industry, remember? He built our house as a showpiece for executives in the oil industry and part of that was to furnish it with the most modern and expensive furniture, including king size beds in every bedroom. It's huge and we don't use even half of it, even when Jamie and Robbie are home. I've never liked it, but when Ben's partner started messing with the books, and there was a slump in the oil business, we got stuck with it. The partner's gone now, and the oil business has picked up, so we could afford to build or buy a smaller place, but Ben doesn't see the point in abandoning that mausoleum, so we stay. He thinks it will sell better if someone's actually living in it."

"Well, Honey, have a caution. I don't want to scare you, but despite what I said, these visions or whatever, are often just indications of what might or could be, not necessarily what will be. So don't go planning Christmas just yet. Wait for developments that might make the image clearer. I know, even at this early date, that Christmas at home is already pretty well planned, and I haven't heard anything about a trip to Calgary."

"Bragg Creek."

"What?"

"Bragg Creek, it's a suburb or more like a small bedroom community just outside Calgary. It's on the BowRiver. That's where I live. The business is in Calgary itself. That's the address I use with Diane Marie, remember?"

"Oh!"

Somebody knocked on the door, then Pie's voice called out.

"Are you two alright in there? You've been there a long time. We were getting concerned and your breakfast is waiting."

"Sorry, Pie, we got talking, we'll be right down."

I reached for the door and opened it. As we stepped into the hall, Carol asked.

"David? There's something I've been meaning to ask. It's a small thing, and I'm just curious, is all. When and why did you drop the 'Tante' when you speak to or about my aunts?"

"Friday, just after I got here. Remember when they 'adopted' me at their 'meeting'? I always felt after that they considered me more of a brother, but we were young and I was in the habit then of referring to them as 'Tante' so I continued. Friday, when I got here, they treated me more as a friend or brother, and I'm older now, so I asked if I could drop the 'Tante'. I even call most of my own aunts and uncles by their first names now, so it just seemed natural to me. Why do you ask, besides curiosity?"

We had left the washroom and were going downstairs to breakfast. We would change and pack after.

"Oh, it's just they asked me when they gave me my bath to drop the 'Tante'. They said it made them feel old, and they think of me more as a little sister than a niece. I've called them Tante So-and-so so long I just can't bring myself to just say their names."

"Remember when Mom and Dad asked you not to call them Mr. or Mrs. Lloyd? You struggled the first few times, but now it's totally natural. This is the same. Try it this morning, and by the time we leave, you'll be totally relaxed with it. You'll probably still call them Tante So-and-so when you're referring to them in the third person. I do. Try it today — I think they'll be pleased. When you see them smile, it'll make it a lot easier the next time."

We arrived at the breakfast table and the aunts greeted us warmly. They looked closely at Carol, and Pie exclaimed.

"Carol Anne, you look absolutely wonderful! You're glowing! Only pregnant ladies have that look, so it seems you really are. We're very happy for you and David."

"Thanks, uh... Pie. I feel wonderful too."

Jo laughed, "Then that wasn't a wolf we heard a little while ago?"

"No, uh... Jo, that was me, just howling my joy and happiness to the world. It started out as a joke years ago when we were having some, ahem, extraordinarily good, ahem, sex, but it makes me feel good to do it whenever I feel really good or extremely happy. When David hollered 'We're pregnant!' I was just so happy I had to let the world know. That was my way of doing it."

The aunts beamed at Carol's familiar use of their names, just as I'd said and we all had a good laugh at Carol's explanation for howling. We had an enjoyable breakfast and visited with the aunts for quite some time over coffee. We talked of inconsequential things and the comings and goings of family members, just catching up. Soon it was time for us to change and pack.

"Oh, David you told me to remind you to call your friend Roy this morning."

"Thanks, Hon! That's why I keep you around y'know -- to remind me of things. Us ol' dads have good memories — they're just short."

"That's all? Just to remind you of things? Next thing I know, I'll hafta remind you to put your pants on right!"

I got a poke in the ribs for my efforts as I moved to the phone. This was a call I wanted to make. Payback's a bitch, ain't it?



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Chapter 58


I picked up the phone and dialed Roy's number at Ipperwash. I made a mental note to send the aunts some money toward their phone bill. The operator answered and switched me to Roy's extension. Carol stood by me, listening to my side of the conversation.

"Major Searle, how may I help you?"

"Sergeant Major! Payback's a bitch ain't it?"

"Dave? Jeez, I didn't expect to hear from you before tomorrow. Diane said you were at a funeral, when I called on the weekend."

"You called the house? She never said anything, but then, there's a lot going on, it probably slipped her mind. Was it a social or business call?"

"A little of both. I have a name for you on that sergeant's former CO who might be the one we're looking for. I just wanted to let you know on the QT. I didn't tell Diane, just said I was calling to say hello. She did sound a little preoccupied, though."

"Lots and lots going on in our lives right now. Big things happening. Next time I see you, I'll bring you up to date. You and Patty still coming for Thanksgiving? It's only a couple weeks away now."

"As far as I know, now about that name..."

I interrupted Roy before he could tell me. "Colonel Robert Scott, late of the Royal Canadian Signal Corps, now retired. He's still alive, living in the Queen Charlotte Islands. If you need an address, I can have it in a couple minutes, I think. <Carol nodded and pointed to her purse.> No need for the QT, Roy, this is official, and you can label it a complaint if that carries any weight. I want this bastard nailed."

"How could you find that out so quickly, Sergeant Major? You must have some pretty good sources to get it as quickly as we did — that's our man."

"No need for 'sources', Roy; I suspected him all along. I thought it'd take me quite a long time to get into a position where I could confront him, but he was handed to me on a platter. The funeral I attended was for his ex-wife, and he also attended. We started rehashing old times, and with a little coaxing, he admitted everything in front of witnesses."

"That's great, Dave, are the witnesses willing to sign statements to what he said? He may be an old man now, but we want him. He and his kind have given the Army a real black eye with their 'Old Boy' network. The more we dig into these old files, the more we're finding. There's a real scandal brewing"

"Hang on Roy, I'll ask."

I turned to Carol and the aunts. "Would all of you sign statements that that man admitted in front of you he had my records altered?"

All three nodded and spoke as one. "Yes, David."

"Roy? I have three witnesses here who will all sign statements if and when you need them, plus me, of course. There's another witness; I'll hafta wait until I get home to talk to her, but I'm sure she will. With my own statement and four witnesses, you should be able to nail him. If he's convicted, I may even consider civil action for slander and defamation based on that and certain other of his actions regarding me."

"Sounds good, Dave, and I think the old sergeant might be willing to open up too. Anything else?"

"Uh, yeah, Roy, there is, but I'm not sure how to go about it. Let me pose a hypothetical question."

"Go ahead and shoot, Dave, this is me, remember?"

"Suppose a person came upon some information regarding a rape committed by a Canadian serviceman during the War. How does the Army treat a crime committed that long ago? Oh, and assume the crime was committed in Liberated Holland, sometime in 1945. It wouldn't be a civil matter, but one for the Provost Corps. Would they still want to prosecute?"

"Jeez, Dave, I'm not a military lawyer, so I can only give my opinion now, but I can check it out for you and let you know. For myself, I would think as long as there's a strong case, such as a living victim and witnesses, the military would still want to proceed. Like I say, though, I'll hafta check it out. Can I get back to you later in the week?"

"Sure, Roy, there's no rush. Even if the Army can proceed, I'm not sure about the victim yet. I think a lot will depend on what the Army's willing to do. I'll be grateful for anything you can find out."

"OK, Dave, leave it with me. Does this have anything to do with Colonel Scott?"

"I'm sorry, Roy, I'm not at liberty to discuss even that much yet, but here's a hint: if you send the MP's to pick him up over the document altering, tell them he might merit 'special' treatment, if you catch my meaning."

"I understand completely. Nasty person, eh?"

"You could say that. I have my personal reasons for wishing injury on him besides changing my documents."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Love to. Can't, right now."

"Oh. Thanksgiving, then?"

"Sounds good."

"I assume there are people listening, so start saying good bye, and end the sentence with the quantity of info."

"Sounds even better, Roy. I know you're busy, so I'll let you go now. See you at Thanksgiving. Give my love to Patty and the kids. And Roy? Thanks for everything."

"I understand, Dave. Hope I haven't put you on a spot. We'll get right on this thing with the good Colonel. See you at Thanksgiving. G'bye."

"'Bye, Roy, look forward to hearing from you."

As I hung up the phone I wondered if I was doing the right thing by keeping Carol and the aunts a little in the dark and promising Roy I'd tell him everything. Then again, little did he know the 'everything' I was going to spring on him. He was going to finally hear the full story of my life. I'd promised once upon a time to tell him what happened to my 'girlfriends' when I thought the time was right. It was finally time.

Everyone gave me a questioning look, so I filled them in on the scandal brewing over the altered documents, how Roy had stumbled over it just going through some old documents, and the role that man had played. I also told them how seriously the Army was taking it, and that Scott would at the very least be brought in for questioning along with the sergeant who did his dirty work for him. I told the aunts Roy would also let me know how the Army would treat an old rape case and that once I got that information, I would call them and they could then decide what, if anything, they wanted to do.

I'd like to see Scott spend the rest of his days behind bars for what he did to Jo, Carol and Riekie, but I also knew it would open old wounds for Jo, and might be better off left alone. To see him discredited with the Army and possibly imprisoned over the documents scandal might be enough, given his age. He was definitely being removed as a threat to us, and some small measure of justice would be extracted. That man was definitely a footnote in Carol's and my lives. How much he still loomed in Riekie's remained to be seen.

My conversation with Roy had only taken a few minutes. Carol and I helped the aunts with the breakfast cleanup then went to our room to dress and pack. Carol and I packed in silence. She seemed preoccupied with something, so I offered her a penny.

"A penny? Oh! <grin> For my thoughts!"

"Yeah, you seem a little lost in thought and somewhat down — not the happy, fulfilled woman of a half hour ago."

"It's just all this about my former father. I thought I was done with him. I don't ever want to see him again, but if he gets charged, I'll have to appear at his Court Martial and I'll have to face him. I don't want that."

"You may not, and in all likelihood won't, have to appear. That's why Roy wants the statements. Courts Martial don't usually call civilian witnesses if they can avoid it, preferring to make their case from evidence gathered in-house, especially where there might be even a hint of public scandal. If I understand Roy correctly, they may have enough evidence, including the old sergeant, if he testifies, to convict him without calling you or the other witnesses. When I talk to him next, I'll tell him your concern. OK?"

"OK, David. Hold me, please? I get all cold inside just thinking of him; I need some of your warm, soothing love."

I took Carol into my arms and just cuddled her. She didn't cry, she just snuggled up and held on, drawing strength from me. At length, she turned a smiling face up to me, and I kissed her tenderly.

"That's a lot better. I love you, David. You make me feel so safe and protected. Will you make love to me before we leave, please? I need to feel you inside me one last time before we go. Who knows when we'll get our next chance."

When a lady asks so sweetly, who am I to refuse? I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her again. Soon we were French kissing hotly, swapping spit and sucking each other's souls from our bodies. Carol got her tongue-suck thing going, and I soon had a raging boner poking through the front of my robe.

We moved to the bed, and removed each other's robes. We fell onto the bed and I entered her tight, wet pussy. We were soon rutting like fools, bucking and thrashing in ecstasy, our hips humping and squirming together, once again in perfect sync. All too soon, I felt the eruption rise within my balls as her body tightened and clenched beneath me. Our lips were locked together in a continuous kiss as our bodies succumbed to the maelstrom of bliss. My penis swelled and spit as her muscles clamped and rippled. I came and came, squirt after squirt of thick, creamy baby sauce. Carol's body jerked and heaved in her own orgasm, her convulsions timed with each jerking squirt of my cock, her juices squirting hotly onto my genitals. Her scream was muffled by the seal of our kissing lips as we came together.

As we relaxed and caught our breath, our hips gently humping together, we looked deep into each other's eyes, and as one, we both said. "I love you."

We traded sweet little kisses, holding each other tight, and as my penis fell from her with a soft sucking sound, once again we murmured a mutual, "I love you."

We soon had to rise to finish dressing and packing. We still had plenty of time, but we weren't going to leave it so late we had to rush, either. Before dressing, I took Carol into the bathroom and gave her dripping pussy and soaked thighs a good wash. I finished by planting a wet kiss on Mrs. Pussy's lips. Carol returned the favour to her Rascal. We returned to our room and dressed before finishing packing. Carol started putting on her old matronly clothes, but I stopped her.

"I don't ever want to see you looking like that again, except maybe at Hallowe'en. Give those old rags to the Sally Anne or something, but don't wear them. There are just too many sad memories associated with that wardrobe. You have enough nice dresses now to get you home. I guess we shoulda got you a couple pairs of jeans that show off your pretty bum."

"Jeans are OK when I'm away from you, but when I'm even near you I have to wear a dress or skirt to hide the wet. Jeans would soak it up and show. What should I wear today, then, David?"

"How 'bout one of your new skirts? It's still fairly warm here, and the last report I heard, it's still warm in Calgary."

"OK, but which one?"

"I like the little 'fuck-me' skirt, but I think the denim one for today, seeing as you're going West, and it reminds me of our wedding day, one of my happiest memories. How's that sound?"

"Why, you romantic old softy! I think that's a wonderful idea! I guess I should wear a bra, though, eh? Jeez! I've gotten so used to not wearing one, I bet it'll pinch. Oh well."

Carol slipped on the sexy bra and blouse to match her denim skirt then stepped into the skirt itself. The picture she created was to die for! With her long hair falling in soft waves to her shoulders and those legs movie stars and models would kill for, she was the sexiest looking creature on earth. We had made love only a few minutes before, but I felt a stirring in my groin just looking at her. Thirty six years old, and still my Teen Angel! The transformation was miraculous!

We finished our packing, and Carol left out her matronly skirts and blouses. She saved her sweaters, because she might need something warm if it got cool. Those sweaters could be very sexy if worn braless, too. One in particular that wasn't a turtle neck looked like it would go well with the denim skirt. She packed it on top of her carry-on bag where she could get it easily if she needed it.

Despite the beautiful picture she presented, Carol fidgeted and twisted, complaining about the bra feeling restrictive and pinching. She'd finally had enough and reaching inside her blouse, did one of those magic things women can, and removed it. The resulting image was breathtaking. Those beautiful breasts, her nipples semi erect, were clearly visible through the thin material of the blouse. She decided against it as too risqué. I suggested she put on her sweater. I meant to put it over the blouse, but she stripped that off, and fishing in her carry-on bag, retrieved her sweater. She pulled it over her bare breasts and instantly smiled in delight. When asked, she said the wool of her sweater rubbed her nipples wonderfully and she felt so free under it.

I slipped my arms around her from behind, and slid my hands under her sweater, found her luscious boobies, and as she said, her nipples were very erect. She never needed the support of a bra, so this worked well for her and me. I was able to cop a nice feel almost whenever I wanted. The sweater matched her skirt better than I thought, and went with her hair beautifully. From a teen angel she became a coed, more appropriate for traveling alone than the super sexy high school girl look.

Finished packing, we headed downstairs. If we left right at noon, we'd have two hours to catch her flight. It was just a little before eleven when we set our bags by the front door. I still wanted to look for a speaker phone to hook up for tonight's tell-all session. I'd seen a Home Hardware in this town, and thought they might have just what I wanted.

I like small town hardware stores, but the old-style ones are quickly disappearing. Home Hardware still maintains that small town familiarity in a modern store setting, and their selection and prices compare favourably with the big box store chains like Canadian Tire and K-Mart.

We were ready to leave. Carol would eat on the plane, and I'd grab a sandwich on the road, so we asked the aunts not to bother with an early lunch, as it wasn't that long since breakfast. I took our bags out to the truck and loaded them in the back. Fortunately it was another sunny day, a little cooler than the last few, but still lovely, and I didn't have to worry about protecting our gear from the rain in the open pickup. Carol took the time to call the CN/CP telegraph office and dictated her 'WE DID IT... ' message to Riekie, through the university. She might be wrapping up her marriage, but she was still on staff there, making it the most reliable address Carol had for her. She'd have it later that day.

I went back inside to say goodbye to the aunts. They were sorry to see us leave and said they'd really enjoyed our company. They complimented Carol on her appearance, and again noted the happy glow of pregnancy. After many hugs and kisses and not a few tears, Carol and I finally climbed into the truck. I helped her in, and got a lovely flash of her still-leaking muff as she swung her legs up and in. The aunts, standing behind me, had seen it too, but only smiled warmly, and commented on the lovely sexy young woman leaving where a dowdy matron had arrived. I promised the girls I'd call with any news of Paul, gave them each a last hug, and climbed behind the wheel. As we drove away, I glanced in the rear-view, and saw the aunts, arms around each other, waving us off.

Driving out of town, we stopped at the Home Hardware to check for a speaker phone. They had exactly what I wanted for a reasonable price, so I bought it and we continued on our way. The trip to Toronto International (now Pearson) took about two hours in moderate traffic. Carol snuggled as close a safety allowed the whole trip. Her skirt rode well up her thighs, and except for occasional adjustments to the vehicle controls, my hand was firmly trapped between those beautiful legs; I worked her to a couple small orgasms as we drove. We talked happily about our new baby, and joked and kidded about being parents, Carol for the first time. Our love seemed to grow even more as we talked.

We made good time and stopped at a small conservation area picnic spot just before the city to relieve our bladders. I've been on the 401 in the city before with a full bladder and no place to stop. It's no fun, to say the least if traffic slows down for any reason, and although it wasn't rush hour, one never knows. Even a small fender bender can snarl traffic. The small parking area was vacant as we pulled in. With tourist season over, the only ones using this spot on a weekday were smart travelers like ourselves.

I helped Carol down from the truck and she deliberately slid out so her little skirt rode right up past her delicious brown muff. I slipped my arms around her as she slid out and clasped her warm bare buns in my hands. She wiggled her pussy into my growing erection and whispered that Mrs. Pussy was suddenly ravenous for her lunch... 

There was no one else around, so we slipped into the ladies' privy, the only one big enough for two. Carol was in a rush and could hardly wait. Her hands were busy with the fastenings of my pants even before the door closed and latched. My penis responded to her urgency, throbbing and jerking to be released from its imprisonment. She quickly had me undone, and as my pants fell to my ankles, my cock sprang free. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted herself, begging.

"HURRY, David! Hurry! Put Rascal in Mrs. Pussy now! Something's hap-happening to me! PUT HIM IN NOW! HURRY!"

I grabbed her cheeks and lifted. My now raging boner centred on her sopping opening, and I lowered her onto me. Carol moaned in relief as I penetrated her, and her cervix opened completely once again welcoming me to her depths, surprising me delightfully as I felt it almost sucking me off.

"MMMMM! That's so-o-o-o Goo-oo-ood! Mrs. Pussy won't spill her lunch this time." Carol's delighted voice giggled and cooed. "She wants to take some of his Precious Stuff home with her."

Her hips wiggled and ground on me, burying me deeper.

"Then Rascal, her Sweet Prince, will feed her well, and make sure she has enough to last the trip."

Carol's hips suddenly heaved and bucked into me, her heat suddenly scalding.

"Hurry, David, Fuck me NOW! Something wonderful is happening! Hurry! Fill me up! FEED HER!"

Stimulated by her heat and urgency, my hips lunged and bucked, driving my cock even deeper. We fucked and rutted, thumping against the thin walls of the privy, our grunts and groans of pleasure loud in the small space. Once again we caught the tail of the comet and rode it to the edge of space as we humped and pumped together. We rode ever higher, glimpsing meteors and shooting stars as our bodies churned into each other. My balls lifted and swelled as we reached the top of that joyous ride.

Carol's pussy convulsed and spasmed as her muscles contracted around my pulsing cock. We reached the top together. I withdrew as far as I could and still remain joined, then lunged upward and in one last time. As I penetrated to her very core, my balls heaved and erupted; my cock swelled and spat. I saw stars and super novae as I came. Carol's hips convulsed and jammed forward and down. My erupting penis pumped and squirted gob after gob of creamy sperm deep into her convulsing uterus, bathing and soaking her completely. The mouth of her cervix clamped tight around my penis, trapping every drop as her muscles milked and stripped every last bit I had. Our coupling was just as short and intense as that which made our son, and seemed very similar in its urgency. Carol shouted her ecstasy as she shook and convulsed on my spitting member.

"YES!! YES!! YES!! DAVIIID!! YES!! OH YE-E-SSS!! STARS! I SEE STARS!! DAVID!! OH DAVID!!"

Still joined, my penis slowly deflating within her, Carol kissed me urgently, hungrily and elatedly. As our breathing returned to normal from our extremely torrid quickie, she shook me to my foundations.

"I don't know how it's possible, but I think we just made another baby! I saw that white explosion again! How?"

"I don't know for sure, Honey, there's probably some medical explanation, but for now, let's just enjoy the moment."

I held her close and kissed her tenderly as our hips slowed to a stop. My penis wilted completely, and fell out of her clutching pussy with a soft sucking sound. Carol dropped to her knees, licked my flaccid member clean, and spoke to it.

"Well, well, Rascal, my Sweet Prince! Mrs. Pussy thinks you put another bun in her oven! You really are a rascal!"

She helped me up with my pants and started to tuck my penis in. I reminded her why we stopped in the first place so she steered while I relieved myself, then she passed her own water. Giggling, she leaned back and did her "How do I look routine." Mrs. Pussy had indeed swallowed all her lunch without spilling a drop, and once again appeared very full, her vaginal opening closed so tight it almost puckered. I commented that she looked exactly the way she did after we conceived our son, and if that was any indication, she was probably right. We'd worry about the why's and how's later.

We hugged and kissed and left the privy just as another car pulled in. The lone occupant, a friendly looking older man smiled at us as he saw us leaving the privy together. "Newlyweds?" We just smiled back and climbed in the truck, Carol once again flashing me as I helped her up.

We hit the road again with time to spare, and drove on to the airport. I found a parking spot and carried Carol's bags in for her. She checked in and checked her baggage, but her flight wasn't due to leave for another half hour. Despite our unscheduled stop and lovemaking, we'd made good time. While we waited for her flight, we talked quietly about this possible second pregnancy. I remembered hearing about so-called double pregnancies, but didn't know much. I told her to check with her doctor, and I'd ask Mom about it when I got home. Maybe we'd have some word for her when she called tonight. I was more concerned about Carol and how the possibility of having twins affected her. She was totally unconcerned, and said.

"We've always wanted to make babies, remember? We always talked about having more than one, so it seems we just may get them all at once. I'm ready, are you? And Ben won't mind. Maybe the second one is the girl he wanted."

We would have talked more, but her flight was called. Our conversation turned to tearful goodbyes, and we kissed a long goodbye until the purser reminded us the plane would leave without her if she didn't go now. I watched in sadness as she left the departure lounge for her plane. In about five minutes, through the big windows in the lounge, I saw the aircraft taxiing out, waved goodbye, and walked back to the truck, suddenly very lonely.

The drive home was uneventful; I had a lot to think about to mentally prepare for tonight's revelations to Diane. I arrived well before supper to a tumultuous welcome. Rhiannon was outside playing when I drove into the yard. As I stepped out of the truck, she ran up to me, arms outstretched screaming "Daddy! Daddy!" I wrapped the little bundle of energy in my arms and hugged her tight. She washed my face with sloppy little girl kisses.

Diane heard her screaming and rushed out to see what was wrong. As soon as she saw me, she too ran to me, screaming happily, "David! David!" I released Rhiannon, enfolded Diane in my arms and got a soul-searing kiss the like of which she'd never given me. She even seemed to have learned Carol's tongue-sucking thing, causing me to pop an almost instant boner. I wondered just how much information she and Carol had actually exchanged. I also noticed she was wearing one of those light cotton dresses. I didn't squeeze her sweet bum, but I had the distinct feeling she was pantiless, too. I was pretty sure Carol hadn't told her about that, but perhaps Mom had.

Jenny toddled to the door, wondering what all the fuss was, and when she saw me hugging and kissing her sister and her mother, she jumped up and down, screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" With my arm around my beautiful young wife, and my oldest daughter holding my other hand, we entered my home, where I scooped up Jenny and hugged her, her pudgy arms locked around my neck.

I was home, and my family was overjoyed. Life was good, but I still felt a twinge of sadness that my First Wife wasn't here to share the joy of homecoming with us. I hoped her own homecoming would be as joyful.

The greetings soon died down and I was able to retrieve my bags form the truck. Diane went back to finishing her supper preparations. Mom and Dad would be there tonight for my tale of love, love lost and now love found again. While Diane worked in the kitchen, I got out the new speaker phone, hooked it up and tested it, and it worked better than I expected.

Just as I finished connecting the new phone, my folks came over. I hugged Mom and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek then she went to help Diane in the kitchen. Dad and I headed into the living room to talk. He had Mom's photo album under his arm. Since we bought the farm from them, we'd maintained the big rooms pretty much as they had, and we used them regularly. The big living room was our quiet place for conversation and reading, and the dining room became an extension of the kitchen. Rhiannon didn't have much homework, but still had some school projects which the big table was perfect for. Diane did her craft work on it as well, and of course, it was still the place for board games.

The only real changes we made were upstairs. We had taken over my folks' room as our own, Rhiannon had my old room, and Val's old room became our spare bedroom. The big change was in Heather's old room. It was the smallest of the rooms, but was still a good sized room. We split it in two, the front part used as a nursery, and the back half we had made into a full bathroom, with a door through into our room making it our 'en suite' or private bath. It had a door that opened into the nursery as well. Jenny still slept in the nursery, but was outgrowing it quickly now. We'd soon be moving her out of there, and either in with Rhiannon, or into what was currently the spare room. We hadn't decided yet.

Dad and I settled down into our chairs in the living room. He hadn't taken his old recliner when they moved to the new house, saying he was at our place often enough, he'd still like his own chair. I had acquired one of my own, so we each had our own whenever he was over, which was often. Dad still had a real attachment to the old homestead, not surprising, since he was born in this house.

Dad was curious about the weekend, obviously, but didn't want to ask too much about Carol until the women were there with us, so I gave him a thumbnail sketch of what went on, particularly my confrontation with Bob Sr., and that he admitted it was he who caused my records to be change so I missed out on RMC. Dad was flabbergasted that he'd go to such lengths to discredit me over his daughter. Then I told him about Roy, and what he'd found in July that got me wanting to finally hunt Scott down, and that Dolly's funeral was an opportunity I couldn't pass on. Then I asked Dad if he'd ever heard of multiple pregnancies. He raised his eyebrows, but asked no questions.

"Well, David all pregnancies involving more than one fetus, like twins or triplets are considered 'multiples'."

"I thought as much, Dad, but what if there are actually separate conceptions?"

"Consider this: seventy percent of all twins are what is called 'fraternal' twins. They come from two separate ova, and can be of different genders as well. By definition they're separate conceptions."

"I was aware of that, but I always thought both ova were fertilized and implanted at the same time."

"I don't think that's necessarily so. I've heard of cases where one twin was delivered a few days ahead of the second, meaning the woman had two separate labours. It's rare, but I have heard of it. That would indicate to me that the two ova were fertilized at separate times. Many women release more than one egg during their cycle, so it wouldn't surprise me at all if many fraternal sets of twins were created even days apart, depending on how the ova were released, and their relative speeds descending the fallopian tubes to be fertilized. Why, do you think you and Carol Anne might have made twins?"

"Hmmm. Makes sense, Dad. I thought it might be possible, but wasn't sure. Twins run in her family. Riekie has a set, but I can't tell you anything concrete right now. I'll wait until Carol Anne calls, and we'll see if she wants to make that kind of announcement."

"OK, Son, I understand. Now, we brought over Your Girls' prom pictures, which as far as I know, Diane has never seen. When do you want to show them to her? And do you still have Carol Anne's Christmas present?"

"I know she'd like to see them as quickly as possible, but I think we'll show them at that part of the story. Maybe I'm being melodramatic, but I haven't seen those pictures in close to twenty years myself. If I'm telling the story, I want to be able to refer to those pictures at the same point in the tale. As for Carol Anne's sketch, I put it away years and years ago; it was just too painful for me to look at. I'm not sure if I can find it, but I'll go look right now. Diane was wanting a picture of Carol Anne. That might be a good one. It'll help point up to her the depth of emotion we felt, and still feel. Do you know? Carol Anne has hardly changed? She still looks the same, except she let her hair grow out similar to Riekie's. It's really very lovely, and if you can believe it, it made her more beautiful than ever."

"That's hard to believe, Son, she was a real beauty to start with. What about Riekie?"

"Dunno, Dad, nobody at the funeral seemed to have any pictures of her, but I did see one of her little girls from last Christmas. They're adorable, and look just like her as I remember her. I better see if I can find that sketch before supper. Oh, before I run out, look what I found."

I held out my hand and showed Dad my ring. His eyes lit up in astonishment.

"Where in the world did you find that? I thought it was stolen years ago!"

"So did I. I was cleaning out my old Northern tool pouch, and it was stuck in the bottom. I guess that day when I took it off, I either put the ring in the pouch thinking I'd put it in my locker, or it fell in while I was getting something else from the same shelf. Doesn't matter, really. The point is -- I found it. And you know something else? As soon as I put it on, I felt the Power was back. Now I must look for Carol Anne's sketch. I won't be long."

I went up to our room where there were some boxes in the back of the closet I hadn't opened in years, a lot of it memorabilia from My Girls. I rummaged around and brought out all the likely ones I could find. There weren't many, but I thought I'd take them all down and go through them. Those memories weren't so painful anymore, thanks to this past weekend.

I carted the two most likely boxes down to the living room first, and set them between Dad's chair and mine.

"That didn't take long. I thought you said you weren't sure if you could find it."

"I'm still not, but if it's anywhere, it should be in one of these boxes. Let's look."

Dad and I each opened a box. Dad opened the biggest one, which turned out to contain mostly clothing. It was all the stuff My Girls had left behind in my closet. Even after all this time, I could still smell faint traces of the girls on them. The second box was the mother lode., which wasn't much, really, but all the gifts the girls had ever given me were in there — the Righteous Brothers album from Riekie, the keepsake box with the lock of pubic hair from Sweet Pussy, the rose from the prom now dried and withered, a few trinkets from my sixteenth birthday party, even the watch Dolly had given me for Christmas (It had quit working and rather than throw it out, I kept it with all the stuff from the girls.) and Carol's nude sketch. I showed it to Dad, and told him to picture that body with long hair. He just sucked in his breath.

"You say she still looks like that? My God, David! And you let that get on a plane to Calgary? You must be made of stone!"

"I'm not made of stone, Dad. It was very difficult to let her leave, but at least this time we're in contact, and that body won't stay like this for much longer." <GRIN>

Mom stuck her head in the door and called us to supper. I slid Carol's sketch under my chair to be revealed at the appropriate time, which I thought should be after the prom pictures, so as not to give too much away.



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Chapter 59


Dad and I joined the rest of the family for my first meal home since Friday morning. Except for when I went moose hunting, this was the longest I'd been away since Diane and I were married. Supper time was always a time of fun and fellowship in our home since my earliest days, and tonight was no exception. The kids kept up a lively chatter, Rhiannon going on about school and Jenny just being a lively kid. Dad kept us laughing telling of the antics of his new black Lab pup, which he named Clyde after our venerable old dog. The adults all studiously ignored talking about my weekend except for Diane asking if I got Carol on her plane all right. When she mentioned Carol, she went all moon-eyed. How could it be that she had fallen for, and from her expression, pretty hard, someone she'd only written, and spoken to on the phone two or three times? But then, I remembered Carol's reaction to Diane was similar. There was definitely something special happening.

Supper over, the women folk did the cleanup while Dad and I puttered around in my shop. I showed him the old tool bag my ring had been in. Dad was sharing an off-colour joke with me when Diane called down they were finished if I wanted to come up and start explaining myself. The phrasing left me dry-mouthed and nervous. Dad saw my nervousness. He put his hand on my shoulder and reassured me. "She has to know the whole story sooner or later, David. If you didn't tell her, either your mother or I would eventually. We've all kept it bottled inside for 'way too long."

I gave my dad a quick hug. Dad and I, always fairly close, had become even closer ever since I started dating Carol when I was fifteen. He truly was my very best Best Friend. "You're right, Dad. I'm not afraid of the truth. It's just that I've kept it from Diane Marie so long I don't know how she'll react. Well, let's go face the music. I just hope the fiddler's price isn't too high."

Dad and I joined the family in the living room. I was going to sit by Diane on the couch, but Mom was there already, her arm protectively around Diane with Rhiannon curled up on her other side. I sat in my chair to start. Dad sat in his, and Jenny promptly climbed into his lap and snuggled up. I glanced at my watch and wondered where the time had gone — it was almost seven thirty. Carol would be calling at eight, if not before, and I hadn't even started yet. She was going to be more of a participant than we thought. <Good, I need the extra moral support.>

We all sat an awkward silence for a few seconds. Finally Diane asked softly. "David? What's going on? Why did Mom say Carol Anne had shared you with me for as long as we've been married? It sounds almost like you were married to her first."

Somehow I knew she'd ask this question right at the start, and had steeled myself to it. How she reacted to my answer would determine the course of everything else. "Diane Marie, I am married to Carol Anne. We've been separated for nineteen years."

"Separated? Not divorced? <I nodded.> But... but that makes you a bigamist, and then I'm not your legal wife." Diane started to cry, and Mom held her close.

"No, Diane Marie, you are my legal wife. Carol Anne and I were married under the Old Ways with the blessing of the Goddess, but we never married under the Law of the Land as you and I did."

"But you still think of her as your wife? After all these years?"

"Yes, My Love, I do, and so does she. You better hear the rest. There's another, too."

"Another? Another what? Wife? Who?" Diane was getting just a little angry, and had shaken off Mom's comforting arm. She sat bolt upright on the couch.

"Yes, another wife that I'm still married to -- Carol Anne's sister, Riekie."

"I thought she was just a special friend."

"Oh, she's that, alright. That's how I chose to remember her, even to myself, to ease the pain of separation."

"Why didn't you ever tell me any of this? I thought we didn't have any secrets! And Mom and Dad, you knew about this too?"

Mom spoke for both. "Yes. Dear, we knew. We were a part of it. But listen to David, and maybe you'll begin to understand. Please try..."

Diane moved away from Mom, shaken and obviously hurt. When Mom moved back toward her, she held up her hand, holding Mom off. Rhiannon, though, came to her other side and cuddled up to her. With a wisdom 'way beyond her years, she told her mother. "Listen to Daddy, Mommy. I think he's going to tell us a real sad story. He needs us to hear it."

"Rhiannon says I should listen, Dave. < Uh-oh! No more 'David'!> I will for a little but I'm not sure about you any more. Before you go on — once again -- why didn't any of you ever tell me?"

'Diane Marie, the pain was just too deep. How and why I broke up with My Girls (My Girls! The feeling is coming back!) ate my insides until I met you. It was all I could do to acknowledge their existence to you, let alone tell you all there was to know. I asked Mom and Dad not to tell because the pain was so deep. I didn't want to think of it. The pain was still so bad, I wouldn't have gone this weekend if Bob hadn't asked as a friend, and it was also my chance to confront his father, who, as it turns out, was the author of all my pain for the last twenty years. Now, do you want to hear the story, or will I pack and leave now?"

Diane must have seen the pain in my eyes as I remembered, because her tone softened. "You're not going anywhere just yet, David! <Whew! Back to 'David'!> I'm hurt and angry at secrets being kept from me, but I don't hate you, and I still love Carol Anne. If you leave, I'll lose any chance of ever seeing her, I think. 'Sides, Rhiannon thinks we should hear you out. She's wise; I trust her, and more importantly, she trusts you. So let's hear your story."

We were interrupted by the phone. I answered it, and sure enough, it was Carol. She sounded tired and worried. "Hi, Lover. What'd I miss?"

"Nothing, we're just getting started. I just told Diane Marie that you and I and Riekie were married twenty years ago, but not how that all came to be. It's gonna be a little rough, I think. I was just starting to tell our story when you called. I think it'll be a lot easier with you to help. Is Ben listening?"

"Ben's not well tonight, so he's lying down. He won't tell me anything except he just had a bad day. Those 'bad days' are getting to be too frequent for my liking. You're my true husband, but he's still my best friend and confidant, and I don't want anything to happen to him. He said if he felt up to it, he might join in later. I almost didn't call because I was so worried about him, but he insists he's OK, and that this is too important. So, here I am."

"Ok, I'm switching over to the speaker phone now... Can you hear me fine?"

"You sound a little hollow, but I can hear you Ok."

"I'll have everyone else say hello to you, so you can tell if I have to make adjustments for you to hear them."

I had everyone say hello to Carol, and she reported that she could hear them fine except Dad. He turned his chair a bit, and then she could hear him well. Diane waited until the last to do her 'sound check'. "Hi, Car... I mean Mrs. Lloyd. I'm glad to hear your voice, but not so sure of the circumstances."

"Hi, yourself, Mrs. Lloyd. This time has been too long coming. Please don't be angry with David and me — our pain was too deep to tell anyone much of anything. I still love you, you know. Getting on that plane today was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I wanted to come home with David so bad!"

"Home?"

"Yes, that's my home, and I miss it. We can talk about that later. Let's hear David, shall we?"

"Ok... David?"

"Before I start, Carol Anne, do you want to make another announcement before I start?"

Everyone looked at me strangely, Diane expecting some nuclear bombshell, I thought.

"I'll wait until we're done. We might need some good news to cheer people up before we're done."

Dad kind of knew, now, so he smiled and suggested I get on with it, that he had an idea what we were talking about, and agreed with Carol. The women at my end looked totally mystified, but not so concerned, especially Diane, after Dad interceded. How they'd take Carol's 'good news', I wasn't sure.

"Ok, then here's my story. Carol Anne, Mom and Dad, feel free to jump in wherever you think I left out something important."

My story was directed mainly at Diane and Rhiannon. I told them everything, right up until this evening --everything — the whole twenty year saga.

I started my story from where I walked up the Scotts' front step and had my epiphany with the 'vision in white'. I told everything except the stroke by stroke details of the lovemaking. I told them how Carol and I learned the effect of our meeting was mutual. I told them about the phone sex incident and the effect it had on everyone, especially my friendship speech that so impacted Riekie, and about our growing friendship and love for her

I told them about the afternoon on the couch where Carol made me promise to make a baby with her someday and her promise to hold me to it, which is the promise Diane allowed us to keep, and Riekie's help in letting us have that afternoon alone. I told them about the rest of that Civic Holiday weekend where Bob Sr. had threatened me and I challenged him. Carol asked why I didn't say anything to her then. I told her I thought she was close enough with her father at that time that she would take it the wrong way and reject me. She allowed as how it might indeed have put a strain on her of divided loyalties we didn't need then.

I told them about my birthday party and Carol's ring. I showed them my ring and the inscription inside. Diane asked why she'd never seen it before. I told her about losing it, thinking it was stolen, only to find it Friday just before I left.

I got into some detail, with Carol's input, about the special birthday present and how we became married, including Riekie tying the knot for us and being our witness, and about the sheet going to Carol's family. Carol told about her family's involvement, and the effect her screaming had on Bob and Riekie. I even told about out trip to town to get our 365's and the effect Carol had on the men in the room that day.

To this point, Mom and Dad knew most of the story. They picked up on a few details, but otherwise kept silent. As I watched her, Diane, from being skeptical, hurt, and angry, gradually became engrossed. Her expression of amazement and wonder as the story unfolded grew with the telling and was worth the price of admission. Her only comment was.

"Mom told me to expect a story of monumental love shared many ways, but I never expected anything like this. And you guys felt like this when you were only sixteen? Wow! I'm hurt now that you didn't tell me before because it's such a beautiful love story. Please continue, David."

Carol interjected at this point. "Riekie called it 'a love story that should be made into a song for the ages'. But you'll hear later why David wasn't able to tell you about us. Go on, David, you're doing fine."

I picked up where I left off. I told them how on the day after we tied the knot, Riekie declared her love for us, complicating matters, and how, two nights later, once we realized those feelings were mutual, we married her. Then I told about the meeting with their family and how happy they were that the three of us had wed. I didn't get into too much detail about Riekie's special wedding day, except to explain how we were encouraged to have it and why. I described how I felt there was a Power guiding us and about my 'Cosmic Moment'. I told them how profound it was, and that we all came away from that day even deeper in love. I told Diane to remember that 'Cosmic Moment', because it had an effect on what happened this past weekend. I told them about Riekie's blanket and that we gave it to Tante Pie to keep as well.

Carol did interrupt me. She said I was too sketchy on the details, and got a little graphic, especially when she described how they were dressed, what they looked like that day, and how very pretty Riekie's 'Sweet Pussy' was. Dad blushed at her description. <Grin> I think she was trying to create a mental picture for Diane of Riekie as a real beauty, but gave Dad a fantasy... It was working, too. Every time Carol or I described Riekie, Diane looked a little dreamy and Dad smiled.

I took a small break and asked for questions. There were none. Rhiannon was transfixed. For a six year-old, she seemed to be absorbing the whole thing. She only interrupted if I used a word she didn't understand.

Diane sat there, frozen in amazement, and even awe, whispering over and over quietly to herself, "So much love! So beautiful!"

Mom and Dad, as I said, knew most of the story, having heard parts from time to time, not just from our meeting that Labour Day, but from reminiscences My Girls <My Girls! Happy memories!) and I had shared with them, but they still learned some things they didn't know.

This brought us up to the meeting at the farm with Mom and Dad. I told them about this meeting and how my parents not only supported us, but encouraged us in our three-way marriage. I told them about Mom's revelation of the Goddess. I went into some detail of how Mom and Dad had opened their home to us and made it My Girls' home too.

Mom and Dad added a few comments of their own and Dad repeated his joke about the girls having to tough it out and bunk with me because we were short of beds.

Carol took this opportunity to explain to Diane that this was when she first considered the farm to be truly her Home, as did Riekie, and why it was so hard for her to return to Calgary today. I could see that Diane was deeply moved, as were Mom and Dad.

I continued with the story of how I got My Girls their rings. Dad was the only one who knew that part completely. Mom knew a bit of it, but Carol knew nothing of the lengths I went to, to acquire two identical rings or the cost involved.

Diane looked at me in wonder and love, her eyes wet. "You loved them so much!"

"I did and do, and that love was and is returned many times over."

I continued on about that Christmas, and how I started noticing Bob Sr. seemed to look at his daughters in an unfatherly way. Carol asked why I never said anything, and I told her I put it down as jealousy on my part, especially given the chill between us since the summer. When I told them about the Christmas Eve party where I gave the girls their rings and Mom performed the rite with the blessing of the Goddess, Diane was actually in tears, and kept saying over and over, "So beautiful... so beautiful." She moved back to Mom and cuddled with her, loving Mom.

When I got to New Years 1966 and how we got to use the front rooms as out apartment and about the girls' private times, Carol picked the story from there. She did a marvelous job of bringing us right up to the prom, and sharing with them how our love continued to grow and mature. We told the story of the prom together, as it was our last truly happy time. I called a break at this point and told Carol we were going to show Diane the pictures. Strangely enough, they were the only photos from that whole period. Nobody thought to take pictures at Christmas, especially our wedding that night, New Years or My Girls birthdays.

Before we showed Diane the pictures, she commented on the capitalized My Girls <My Girls! Music, not pain, to my ears again!> whenever I spoke of Carol and Riekie, and how much love she heard when I said it. I told her My Girls now included her, and she almost swooned.

Diane's first look at My Girls <My Girls! That night, they truly were!> in the prom photos was a wonder to behold; her reaction was more profound than I expected. Every picture of the girls was scrutinized closely, and on each one an exclaimed, "So beautiful! David! They're gorgeous! They are probably the most beautiful women I've ever seen!" She knew which was which from my descriptions. Riekie was easy to tell because of the blonde hair, and although she didn't say anything, Diane seemed to pay closer attention to Riekie's picture, as if seeing someone she already knew. She exclaimed to Carol. "Carol Anne! You're stunning! David tells me you look much the same today! Now I see who I fell in love with sight unseen!"

Carol demurred with genuine modesty. "Those pictures are of us all dressed up and made up; they make us look better than we really were. You should have seen us dressed for school."

Diane looked at the rest of us. My parents and I shook our heads, smiling, indicating that they were every bit as beautiful as their pictures.

I took the opportunity to reach under my chair and pull out Carol's self portrait. "Carol Anne, remember what you gave me for Christmas that year?"

"Yes, David, I do. Do you still have it? I thought you'd have thrown it out long ago with the bad memories."

"No, My Love, I kept it; I just hid it away, but I brought it out today. I want to give it to Diane. Is that OK?"

"That is so sweet, David! Of course you can give it to My Best Girl. It's yours to do with as you want, but I want to say this: Diane Marie, accept this gift from both of us, please."

I rose and walked over to Diane, and handed her the drawing face down and told her not to look until I was sitting again. I wanted to observe her reaction. When I was back in my chair, Diane turned the picture over. She sucked in her breath and held it so long, I thought she'd faint. There was a very long silence as she simply stared at Carol's nude self portrait. Then she put the picture to her bosom, wrapping her arms around it as if she was embracing the real person. With a catch in her voice and her eyes welling tears, she spoke to Carol. "Carol Anne, if I didn't love you before, I do now. You are too beautiful for words."

"Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No, just you, and... and maybe one other..."

I just knew she meant Riekie. Her close scrutiny of all the pictures of Riekie had not been lost on me.

Rhiannon had also been looking through the photos and listening to what we said. She said she'd seen both of them in her dreams, but she especially recognized 'Mommy Carol' 'because she made my new brother with Daddy'.

Rhiannon's childish honesty and obvious love for Carol had an uplifting effect on us all.

Once Diane and Rhiannon had seen all the pictures and Diane got over the gift of the sketch, I continued with the story, and warned them this was the sad part. Carol helped me with the telling, especially the parts about what her father did. Diane learned now the true significance of Patty and Roy, because their relationship was the only truly positive thing to come out of the breakup. Carol and I were both in tears as we told of the next two years until I left Ryerson.

As I started into the breakup part of the story, Rhiannon left her mother's side, and sat on my lap. She hugged me tightly as I told everything, pouring out her young love to help ease the pain I relived. I laid it all out for them, the pain, the despair, the almost re-union, the whole thing.

Carol told her side of how her father tricked her into believing I was cheating, and then tried to rape her the very night we were to reconcile. Leaving her believing he did so, she spent the next twenty years living a nightmare of shame and guilt. Both Mom and Diane broke down and held each other sobbing as Carol told her story. Dad had tears in his eyes, and pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand, repeating "That son-of-a-bitch, that son-of-a-bitch. That's my Daughter he did that to." Until then, I knew Dad loved My Girls <My Girls! I'm getting used to this!>, but never realized how much he considered them to be his own daughters.

I gave them a brief recap of the years between then and finding Diane, marrying her, and having the kids, bringing them completely up to the near present. I picked up the story in July of this year and told them of Roy's stunning revelation from the old Ipperwash records and my resolve to finally confront that man. Then Bob's amazing request to be him at his mother's funeral, providing me the opportunity I needed.

I stunned my whole family when I told them of my first meeting with Carol and how the bolt of lightning struck again. Carol told her side of that meeting too. There wasn't a dry eye in the house after that. When I told of that man's final humiliation literally at the hands of Carol, and how she seemed to be healed, Dad actually cheered. When he heard that Scott had tried to rape Riekie as well, and my reaction to that news, he reached across and punched me in the shoulder with a grin. "Well done, Son. I'm not a violent person, but he deserved that and much more."

We told them about the funeral and what we thought we saw as we said goodbye to Dolly. Then I remembered something, and while Carol gave them the details of the funeral itself and my eulogy, I dashed upstairs and got an item from my suit coat pocket.

When I came back into the room, I called Rhiannon to me, and placed Dolly's pendent around her neck. "I gave Carol Anne's mother this pendent the same year I gave Nanny hers. Dolly specifically requested you have it now. Carol Anne and I don't know how she knew your name, though."

Mom spoke up. "I have a confession to make. Dolly and I never stopped corresponding. We didn't write often, but we did exchange Christmas and birthday cards. She kept me fairly up-to-date on her family, and I did the same for ours. That was how I knew about Riekie's more advanced medical training, and why I kept asking you about Carol Anne. Dolly was worried about you Dear, but she wouldn't tell me much. It seemed I heard more about Riekie."

Carol picked up a good part of the story here, telling about Ben and her hatching the plan to have a baby by me, and her side of how she was healed by my confrontation with that man. We filled in the details of our weekend together that we hadn't already told them over the phone, and that we now planned to be back together as a family someday, and that Riekie apparently was planning on returning to us soon as well.

Diane started to get a little panicky at this news, but both Carol and I told her she was as much a part of it as we were, and it wouldn't work without her. Mom and Dad helped by heartily agreeing, and said they wanted their two daughters home, for the girls were surely their daughters now, with Dolly gone and Scott totally estranged. Carol was overwhelmed at the love my parents still had for Riekie and her.

Rhiannon piped up then. "My baby brother WILL live here, and our new sister, too — SOON!"

Mom and Diane both said "New sister?"

Dad and I grinned, and we heard Carols' happy giggle over the phone. "You tell 'em, Munchkin! That was the announcement I saved until the end to cheer everyone up, or at least I hope it does.

"David and I made another baby today, or I'm pretty sure we did. It felt the same as for Our Son, so now we're having twins. We'll have to take Rhiannon's word for it that it's a girl. Our family is growing quickly, Mommy Diane."

Carol couldn't have said anything better to cheer Diane up than that simple phrase, 'Mommy Diane.' It so obviously included her as to leave no doubt.

"With the time difference, it was still early in the business day here when I got back, so I called my doctor and asked her about multiple pregnancies. She said for most fraternal twins, no one knows how far apart the separate conceptions can actually occur, so we're not as unusual as we thought, David. What is unusual is that I knew it the instant it happened each time. It's not unheard of, and most of the medical community still doubts it, but my doctor is open minded and believes that I am pregnant until proven otherwise. She's already setting up my prenatal care schedule. Speaking of which, with time changes and a hectic day, the twins and I need our rest, so I'm going to call it a night. David will tell you all the rest, including the story about my aunts, because he thinks their story is more mixed into ours than them simply trying to relive theirs through us."

Everyone at our end was happy now, though there were still some tears for the hurt and pain, and we started to wind up the conversation. Diane asked if she could speak to Carol privately, so after Mom and Dad and Rhiannon all said their goodbyes and made loud kissing noises, I switched off the speaker phone, and stepped out of earshot as she spoke to Carol.

Diane's conversation with Carol was short, and apparently very sweet, because Diane ended it with a lingering kiss into the phone, and a whispered, heartfelt "I love you, Carol Anne." before she said her goodbye. She then handed the phone to me and said Carol wanted to say goodbye to me.

"Yes, My Darling?"

"Oh, David! I am in love with Diane Marie, no doubt whatsoever, now!"

I looked around to see where everyone was. Diane was sitting on the couch, Rhiannon and Mom cuddled up to her on either side as she cuddled Carol's picture tenderly, a dreamy expression on her beautiful elfin face. She looked almost like a smaller version of Carol. No one was paying me any attention, lost in their own thoughts.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Carol Anne, but you better be in love with that girl! I don't want her heart broken, because she's totally head over heels for you. She's cuddling your picture like it was actually you. I've only seen her like that with one other person — me. I hope she puts that picture down long enough for me to love her tonight. The corners on the frame might prove somewhat uncomfortable." <chuckle>

"I understand your concern, David, but I'm sure of how I feel. I just wish I had a picture to focus my love on."

"We'll get you one as soon as possible, and as erotic as we can safely get through the photo lab, OK? <chuckle> In the meantime, my poor attempt at a description will have to do. First, I don't know how, but Diane looks amazingly like a smaller version of you. I'm amazed I never noticed the resemblance before.

"She's petite, just under five feet tall. Her hair is the same lovely shade of brown as yours without the red highlights, and she wears it long and wavy like yours is now. She has the liveliest brown eyes you ever saw. She wears glasses for reading only. Her lips are full and ripe. She has a pert little nose, and the overall effect of her appearance is 'elfin' or pixyish.

"Her figure is perfectly proportioned for her small frame. Even after having two babies, her boobies are pert and upturned, and her nipples are a luscious pink, very similar to yours. Her bum is really cute, high and tight like a girl much younger. She doesn't shave her pussy (You know what I think of that!), with a lovely furry patch of brown curls to match yours, but because of her abuse, she's never really let me have a good look, so I don't know of any other similarities, except I think she's bare where you and Riekie are from the feel of just my fingers. Until recently, she got quite moist when we made love, but now she's become a squirter like yourself, and she's also become very vocal. <Chuckle> I think a mattress cover is in order from now on.

"AND... get this! I finally found a woman who's legs compare favourably to your own for form, shape and proportion. Yours are still the standard, but she's a very close second! "

"I'm starting to form a really erotic mental image, David! She sounds absolutely beautiful! I'm getting wet just from your description! Thank you so much! Now, before we say goodbye, I told Diane I sent a special gift home for her from me with you. Do you remember what it was?"

I grinned hugely, because this was going to be a fun gift to deliver. "Yes, and I'll enjoy delivering it very much. This'll be the first time I will have eaten her. I kissed her muffin on Friday, but just a quick kiss, and that was the first I was ever allowed that close. Now I'll get that close look to see if she resembles you in other ways. It's wonderful that you told her it's from you. I assume you told her what the special gift was."

"Sort of, I just told her that whatever you did to her tonight that didn't involve actually feeding Pussy with Rascal, she was to imagine it was me with whiskers. <GIGGLE>"

"You know about Pussy? I should have known, you knew about Rascal."

"Of course, Silly. I've known about Pussy and Rascal since our second or third letter, and she knew about Miss Pussy and Sweet Prince about the same time. I told you, we were very open, and I told her a lot of the stuff you used to like."

"That explains some of her behavior Friday, and why what she did reminded me of you."

There were other things Diane did on Friday that reminded me of Carol, and of Riekie, too, that couldn't have come from their letter writing, though. Maybe it was just the Old Blood connection that Mom sensed. Dad had always said that the women of Wicca were special when it came to sex. They just needed to be stimulated properly. Diane had been abused, and it took a long time to start leaving that behind and start showing her natural sexuality.

"Could be, David. I really am exhausted, so I gotta get some sleep, and I should check on Ben. I really am worried about him. You must be tired, too, and you have to work tomorrow. I love you with all my heart, David. Don't forget Diane Marie's gift."

"I won't My Love. You're sounding like a true wife, reminding me of work; <chuckle> I like it. How could I forget to deliver that gift? <Chuckle> Yeah, I am tired, especially after the drive home today. Traffic was heavier than I expected. I love you more than life itself. Get your rest, and take care of the twins. One of us will call on the weekend, at least, if not before. I've a notion Diane Marie would call you three or four times a day if we could afford the long distance charges. This one must be costing you a fortune. By the way what is your number? And you better give me your proper address so we can send you Diane's picture. We don't need subterfuge any more."

Carol gave me her phone number and address, which I wrote on the pad by the phone. We declared our mutual love again, said goodbye and hung up.

When I got off the phone, everyone was still there. Mom wanted to hear about the aunts, especially since I'd asked for the Goddess' blessing for my Quest. I told them the story as Pie had told me, and that their lost lover was their brother Paul. I told them I had vowed to find Paul and return him to his sister-wives. I told them about Kit, too, but left out the part about her being in love with me. I didn't have enough information yet to follow that one through. I told them about Scott raping Jo, too. Dad was ready to go hunting himself when I finished, until I told them that Roy was already looking after that individual. Mom and Diane held each other and were sobbing again at the end of that story.

The evening was just about gone. Poor little Rhiannon was almost falling asleep. Diane and I took her to her room and tucked her in. She gave us both huge child hugs and sloppy kisses. As she dozed off, she whispered. "Night-night Little Brother and Little Sister."

Diane and I went back down to the living room to see my parents off. They only lived across the lane, a short two minute walk. Mom said she would talk to me more about Pie and Jo and their brother at another time, but gave me the Goddess' blessing for my Quest.

Dad was glad I finally told Diane everything about My Girls <My Girls! I almost swooned!>, and said he'd still like to find Scott and do him some grievous bodily harm for hurting his daughters. In Dad's mind, they were indeed his little girls now, and he'd protect and avenge them to the nth degree. He made a very big point of telling Diane that she was one of His Daughters as well, and that he loved her as much as the others, Val, Heather, Joan, Carol, and Riekie — ALL of them. He seemed to be taking a page from my book, because you could just hear the capitalization of those words, and feel the love in them. He earned a huge hug and a VERY nice kiss from her for that. We hugged Mom and Dad good night, and they left, saying they'd see us tomorrow. Mom reminded Diane she had some lessons in the Old Ways tomorrow, so 'don't be up all night with this young man!'

After everyone was gone, Diane went ahead upstairs to check on Jenny and get ready for bed, still carrying Carol's picture. I made sure the house was secure for the night, turned out the lights and climbed the stairs myself. I hoped I'd be able to get up for work in the morning.

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Chapter 60


As I climbed the stairs, I thought about Diane's reaction to the evening's revelations. From being very angry and hurt, at the beginning of my story, Diane had become more and more accepting of the situation as the story developed, and her new-found love for Carol was profound. I wondered how she'd be with me tonight.

As I entered our room I noticed Carol's sketch in a place of honour on Diane's night table and that Diane was already in the en suite bath doing whatever it is women have to do to get ready for bed. I stepped out to the main bathroom, and did my own nightly routine of pee, brush my teeth, and wash up a bit. It only took a few minutes, and I was back in our room. Diane was still in the bathroom. I could hear what sounded like the shower running, and she was humming a tune I recognized with shock as the same oldies song Carol had hummed in the shower — My Girl! From that, I deduced that her acceptance of the other two wives was almost complete. I undressed, turned out the light, leaving on just the small night light we used in case we had to get up to check on one of the kids, set the alarm, and slid into bed. As I did, I heard a familiar crinkly plastic sound — a mattress cover!

Shortly, the shower stopped, and in a few minutes, Diane came into our room completely nude. Not unusual in that we always slept in the nude, but unusual in that she always wore her robe until just before she slipped under the covers. She seemed totally unconcerned as the light form the bath revealed her marvelous body. It seemed Diane was making huge steps in her healing from her abuse. She turned out the bathroom light and padded over to the bed. I threw the covers back on her side for her, and was pleasantly surprised she'd prepared the bed with a towel too. She slid in next to me and cuddled up, her hot flesh burning against mine. Whatever she'd felt earlier, she was still my lover!

Diane squirmed around until she was all snugly and comfortable then held her sweet face up for a kiss. I bent my lips to hers and kissed her tenderly, but soon the kiss became hot and demanding as we tried to suck each other's souls from our bodies. Diane got that damn tongue-suck action going that Carol had obviously told her about, and almost sucked my brain out. As we broke from our hot kiss, she rubbed her hot little body all over mine. She looked up at me with a dreamy smile and asked. "Did you really love both those girls as much as you said, and Carol Anne says?"

"Not 'did', Honey, 'do'."

"Where does that leave me, then?"

"Very much loved. Didn't I tell you earlier to remember something?"

"Yes, something about a 'Cosmic Moment', but I'm not sure I grasped it all. I was pretty confused then, and just overwhelmed by the intensity of the love you shared with those girls."

"My 'Cosmic Moment' came about from wrestling with the question of how I could love two women at the same time with equal intensity, and just how it came to be that BOTH those wonderful creatures owned my soul. I described Carol Anne as the other half of my soul, she made me complete. How was it then, that I felt the same toward Riekie? In a profound moment of clarity, I decided that my soul was probably infinite. Half of infinity was still infinity, therefore, I could feel the same infinite depth of love for each and both of them, and I was not complete without either.

"Then, Friday night, while I was talking to you on the phone I realized a corollary to the 'Cosmic Moment' I'd had on Riekie's wedding day -- it was possible to love not just two people at once, but three, and probably more, with equal intensity. An infinite soul has infinite capacity for love, so you also own my soul, and I'm not complete without you.

"For me, loving Carol Anne or Riekie or you is all the same. I love all three of you equally yet different. The 'different' is determined by your own individuality. Am I making any sense to you?"

"So now, instead of loving just them or just me, you love ALL of us? Wow!"

I pulled Diane closer and kissed her tenderly again before continuing.

"And what about you, Diane Marie, My Sweet Pixie? You're in the same situation as the girls and me — you love more than one person. You're head over heels over the girl in that picture you could hardly put down, and I think you've fallen, or are falling for, without ever talking to her, a certain very pretty blonde, plus you claim you still love me. Is that any different?"

With the reminder of Carol's picture, Diane grinned, turned away from me and took a long loving look at it. I liked having a nude Carol looking over my bed again. It had been too many years hidden in a box. Now someone else got as much pleasure from that sketch as I did.

"You're right, David! Why didn't I think of that? Here I am worrying about you not loving me because you love them, when at the same time I'm in love with at least one of them myself as well as you. I'm not sure yet how I feel about Riekie, but I KNOW I love Carol Anne." <Giggle>

"Have I actually told you today how much I love you?"

"Not recently... show me."

I reached for her and pulled her close again; our lips met in another passionate soul-searing kiss. Our tongues collided and dueled for what seemed at least a week and a half. I felt my toes curling as Diane tried to blend her body completely with mine. When we broke, gasping for air, she whispered. "That much, eh?"

"Oh, yeah! Would you like Carol Anne's special gift, now?"

"Mmmm-hmmm. She said whatever you did to me, I was to pretend it was her — with whiskers. <giggle> I can't imagine that lovely face with a beard!" <Giggle!>

I decided to give her a mixture of the first times I did Carol, seeing as it would be my first facial trip below her breasts and her first time with a 'girl', too.

I let my hand drift to her pert boobies. Even after two kids, Diane's breasts were as firm as a teenager's, standing proudly on her chest with barely any sag. Her breasts firmed under my touch as I kissed her hotly again, my penis rising fully to the occasion.

I played with her nipples, feeling them become hard and erect, as little shocks ran through her body. I pinched and tweaked those firm nubbins and she moaned in pleasure, her hips twitching with each jolt to her clit. Seems like she's another hard wired one!

"Ooooooooo! Mmmmmmm!"

I trailed kisses down from her lips to her throat, blowing gentle raspberries on her carotids, causing more shocks and moans. My hand moved downward from those wonderful boobies toward her tummy, caressing and stroking in patterns, touching all of her. I tickled and teased with my lips and whiskers toward her breasts as my hand worked lower to her sweet little belly button. I slipped the little finger into that small opening and gently finger fucked it as my lips found their way to her breasts, nipping and teasing, my whiskers tickling and caressing her burning flesh. I found a nipple with my mouth and started to suck, flicking it with my tongue and nipping gently with my teeth. Each little nip caused a spasm to rock her frame as electric shocks traveled straight to her clit. I glanced up at her — her head was turned to the side and her eyes were fixed firmly on Carol's picture as she gasped and cried her pleasure, her hips pumping and churning as her hands tangled in my hair, holding my mouth to her sweet titties.

"O! O! O! Goo-oo-ood! O! AH! O!"

My mouth fully on her breast, I licked and teased her nipple. It swelled and hardened more. Her breathing was getting ragged. I sucked hard, suddenly. Another jolt traveled down her body. Her hips rose and bucked again.

"O-o-oo-o-hh—h! You're torturing meeee! Don't stop! So good!"

My mouth trailed lower, off her breasts, whiskers tickling, down onto her tummy as my hand returned from her tummy and resumed exploring her boobies. I flicked a nipple and another jolt spasmed though her. I reached across, flicked the other. Another jolt! Her hips were squirming and thrusting. I licked down her tummy toward her navel. I blew gentle raspberries on her hot, moist skin. Everywhere my mouth traveled, the taste was wonderful. Her familiar scent was intoxicating.

My mouth moved lower, kissing, licking and nibbling, whiskers tickling. I found her navel. I kissed, licked, and nibbled all around it. Her belly was vibrating, her hips pumping. I flicked her nipples some more. Spasms rocked her each time I flicked a nipple. My mouth moved to her navel, lightly teasing. I pressed my face into her navel and probed it with my tongue. Another spasm! I worked my tongue in and out of her navel, gently tongue fucking it. Her hips were really working now. She had both hands at the back of my head, pulling, stroking my hair. I stopped fucking her navel with my tongue. My hand grasped her left breast and I squeezed fairly hard. She sucked in a huge breath. I blew a huge raspberry into her navel. She lurched and uttered a small scream. Her hips humped up, and locked in an intense orgasm.

"Aiiieeee! Carol Anne! What did you just do to me! OGod! OGod! OGod! OOooo!"

Ah! She was into the fantasy fully now! I wasn't finished yet, not by a long shot. My mouth moved back up toward her breasts, seeking, teasing. I kissed her right breast. Her hips were still churning. Her breathing ragged, hard, I moved to her nipple, and started suckling. I worked her right breast with my mouth. She was almost out of her mind! I lifted off her right breast, dragged my bristly beard across her cleavage, tickling, and attacked her left breast with my mouth, kissing, teasing. I popped the nipple in my mouth and began suckling.

My hand traced lightly up her ribs, sending quivers through her, and came to rest on her right breast. I squeezed and massaged it. Her back arched. Her moaning was constant, now. I flicked the nipple. A jolt coursed through her body. I flicked again, another jolt! My hand trailed down off her right breast as I suckled her left, teasing the nipple with my tongue. It sought, tracing patterns over her tummy, lower and lower. It paused at her navel. I gently inserted my index finger into it, and again began a gentle fucking motion. Her head thrashed back and forth, but always trying to hold the focus on Carol's picture. She gasped for air biting at her lower lip.

I slowed down the motion. My hand traveled lower to the edge of her mons then back up to her tummy, my finger paying homage to her navel again. My mouth left her left breast. The wet nipple puckered in the relatively cool air. My mouth moved to her right breast and suckled her nipple. She was writhing and moaning continuously. I flicked the nipple with my tongue. Another jolt rocketed through her.

"Oh! You sweet bitch! Don't stop!" Tut! Tut! Such a name to call your subby girl! <grin>

Taking it to a new level, I gently bit her nipple, squeezing and pulling back. She sucked in a breath between her teeth. My hand traveled back down over her tummy, wandering all about, leaving no area untouched. Caressing, teasing. Once again, my finger invaded her navel for a few strokes then my hand traveled lower and discovered heaven, wandering onto her pubis. The curls were soft and silky and her hips gyrated. My hand traveled lower, to the apex of her womanhood. Her legs were slightly parted, relaxed. My fingers probed and found the top of her slit. My baby finger slipped into it. It was moist and warm. I wiggled it around a little then withdrew. Her hips lunged upward, trying to get it back. Her thighs opened more. A plaintive moan.

"Nnnnnnn?"

My hand traveled back up over her mons, fingers exploring and teasing those delightful curls. Gently I withdrew my hand from her sex. With one little nip of my teeth on her nipple, she spasmed. My mouth left her right breast, kissing, licking lower. I worked down, pausing at her navel. I kissed it, and gave it a single sharp probe with my tongue. She lurched. Diane was almost inarticulate, meaningless sounds from her mouth, her head lolling back and forth. My mouth traveled lower, inhaling her scent, tasting her.

At last, I kissed my way into those curls, and saw them in the dim light of the night light. Beautiful. A single word to describe the bliss of that moment. I buried my face in her curls and inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. My cock lurched! The smell to drive a man wild with lust and passion! I brought my mouth to the top of her slit. My tongue probed out and in. I got a small taste of her juices. My head reeled. I stabbed gently, repeatedly with my tongue. Her hips rose to meet and hold this intruder. Her thighs parted even more. I inhaled deeply two or three more times, loading up on her scent. I pursed my lips and blew straight down through her slit. Her hips suddenly spasmed and locked as she had another orgasm.

"What? Whaaat are you <gasp>doooiinngg tooo meeee? Carol Anne?"

I started winding her up again. I moved up her body, trailing kisses and whiskers tickling, up her tummy, across her breasts, and finally to her lips. They were engorged and I placed little love kisses there. She was still breathing a little hard, still up a bit. I wanted to keep her there, not let her all the way down. I gently turned her face from Carol's picture and my lips locked onto hers. We started gently, but she was soon insistent, her body starting to writhe. She tried to suck the tongue out of my head.

I broke the kiss, gently, my mouth quickly working south, tasting her lovely pink nips briefly on the way past, just enough to elicit small gasps and shocks, gently winding her up, my right hand already exploring. My lips continued their southward trek. I paused briefly at her navel, tasting, probing it with my tongue. Her back arched slightly. My hand traveled farther south, brushing lightly through those wonderful brown curls, tickling a bit, causing her to shudder. It moved down, not quite to the top of her slit, rotating slightly, with a little pressure on her mons. It halted, teasingly close to her slit. My little finger touched, ever so lightly at the very apex. Her hips came up, reaching for it. Diane moaned plaintively, wanting it. I teased; my hand moved to the side, finger tips lightly tracing down the top of her thigh as she shuddered again.

"Nnnnnnnnn?"

I shifted my position, my mouth traversing below her navel, where it had been gently sucking. My lips met and brushed her lovely thicket. I tickled her hair with my whiskers and inhaled her scent, fresh, clean with a hint of arousal. My hand traced back up her thigh, her body shuddering. My hand moved up, brushing my beard, as it came to the apex, without touching. Then it trailed, fingertip light down her right thigh to her knee, then back up, slightly more to the inside, toward her apex. Again it turned just short, and trailed back down the inside of her left thigh. She instinctively spread wider.

My face was buried in her curls, the texture and scent overpowering. My hands continued their teasing, wandering up and down her thighs. She opened more. I slid my hand up her right thigh, past the vee onto her curls, and started back down her left thigh. Just below her nether lips, it stopped. I slid it between her thighs and turned it ninety degrees. She got the message and opened wide. I flipped myself between her now outspread legs, both hands on her hips, supporting my weight on my elbows. My lips in her bush started kissing back up to her navel, kissing side to side. Her hands came to my head, started pushing me down. I resisted moving too quickly. She was moaning, hips pumping, gazing fixedly at Carol's picture.

"Ooooooooo! Caaarrrooool Aaannnne!"

Gradually, nuzzling, blowing raspberries all over her delectable flesh, my mouth worked lower, first on her bush, then moving downward, her hand pushing me lower. Her hips pumped. My lower lip dropped over the precipice of her mons, beard leading and tickling. I nuzzled into the top of her split, my mouth working lower into her as she spread her legs even farther, drew her knees up and let them fall outward, making herself totally open to me. I took a few seconds to just gaze at the wonder so willingly, eagerly displayed for me after years of being hidden in shame and shyness. I glanced upward. Diane raised herself on her elbows so she could look down and we smiled at each other. She was briefly out of the fantasy of me being Carol.

"What's it look like down there? You don't know how much I've wanted to show you those special places before, but couldn't! Now, through some magic of you and Carol Anne together, I can!"

'Fan- fucking-tastic! You don't know how much I've wanted to see these secret places! Sorry to slow the action, but I just have to stare in wonder for a bit longer. Pussy is one of the sweetest little pussy creatures I've ever seen! What's it look like from there?"

It was almost like our first time ever and being as I'd never been this close up and personal with Diane's pussy before, I guess in a sense it was. I remembered what it was like with Carol and Riekie the first time, and was delighted with Diane's reactions.

"Looks hot, like you're trying to crawl back where you came from."

"In a sense, I guess I am." Where had I heard almost exactly the same lines before? The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I got more comfortable, and asked a question I had only asked once before.

"Do you shave down here?"

"No, why?"

"It's clean and fresh all around the lips. Those lovely brown curls hang down over your mons, protecting your clit a little as they should, but between, there's no hair. It's WONDERFUL."

"What's so wonderful about no hair there?"

"It makes it so much prettier and sweeter, and I just love it! You'll know what I mean if you ever do Carol Anne or Riekie this way yourself."

"How's Rascal doin'?"

"He's enduring a little stress, but nothing we can't handle as a team. But enough about him and me; remember who's really doing this."

Diane reached to the night table, lifted Carol's drawing off, brought it to her mouth and kissed Carol's image on the lips! She was back into the fantasy.

Back to giving Carol's special gift: I got more comfortable. I slid down more onto the bed between her thighs, bringing my arms down, under her thighs, and wrapping them around her legs so my hands were resting on her bush. My face was now looking straight into Heaven's door. I inhaled! Ah! The aroma of MY woman in heat! So intoxicating!! I could never get enough of that fragrance! I took a good long look.

Diane's lips were a lovely coral pink, slightly parted, the inner lips protruding out slightly past. They were a similar shade, only darker, not as large as Carol's and not as small as Riekie's. I could just barely see her little clit sticking out near the top. It was pink too, but a much hotter, stimulated shade. She glistened; her juices, wet down into the divide of her sweet little buns. The towel under her was damp and everywhere, the smell of her sex and heat. I brought my hands down toward her furrow, and gently pried her slit open with my thumbs. Her clit popped out hot, and erect. I flicked it with a thumb. She jumped and humped.

"YIPE!"

I moved forward, pushed my tongue out to its full length, pointing it at the tip, and very deliberately licked from the bottom of her labia to the top, forcing them to part. My head firmly between her thighs, my whiskers tickled the super sensitive flesh of her inner thighs near the junction. Her inner lips opened like the petals of an exotic flower. The taste was simply exquisite! She started squirming and I had to hold her in place. I licked again, this time from the bottom all the way to her clit. Diane's reaction was almost instantaneous! She convulsed, a small amount of fluid spraying out of her tight hole, which was now completely wet. I licked again and the inner lips parted fully. Oh what a beautiful sight! There before me, were the gates of Paradise, flushed hot pink and open. Her tunnel pulsed, almost as if it was breathing. I couldn't resist any more, pressed my face up tight, and stuck my tongue as far up her tunnel as I could get it, my whiskers tickling and stimulating wherever they touched. My nose ran the bottom of her clit, driving her orbital! Her hips started bucking and churning, her thighs clenching against my head, increasing the sensations of my beard on her overheated flesh.

"OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! O... O... O... O... O!! Carol Anne!"

I started tongue fucking her hole. My nose, rubbing through her upper labia, and bumping her clit, set her off again. As with Carol before her in bygone days, I decided to try for just a vaginal orgasm. I dropped my chin, relieving the pressure on her clit. I pulled my tongue back and literally suck-kissed her vaginal opening getting a delicious mouth full of her juice and a strangled scream out of her.

"Aaaaiiiggggghhhh!"

This woman had more raw nerves than an open wound! Her hips thrashed and pumped, her hands tangling in my hair and pulling me tighter into her sopping depths. I worked my tongue back into her hot wet hole and swirled it round and round, in and out, and up and down, just my lips and tongue working her vagina.

Feeling her building toward her orgasm, I sped up my tongue fucking as her hips humped faster and harder. I hung on for dear life as I felt her rising to a crescendo. Inarticulate groaning sounds escaped her lips and built in pitch and volume.

I worked my tongue in her faster and deeper and she kept building, hips rising off the bed. I felt her getting close to the edge as I pulled my tongue back, feeling her build with the out stroke. I stabbed my tongue back in -- hard! She bucked and flailed, not quite there yet.

I pulled my tongue back again, sucking in a pulsing motion with my whole mouth. I launched my tongue again, suddenly probing as deep as possible. She was almost there! I pulled my tongue back one more time then plunged it straight in to its full length, swirling it around, then rapidly in and out. I loosened the suction of my lips, and blew a huge raspberry right on her vaginal opening. She launched and went beyond orbital!

Her hips rocketed off the bed, jamming her pussy hard into my face as her vagina pulsed, contracting and releasing. Her hips dropped to the bed as I continued working her with my tongue. Her hips flailed back up hard, and stayed up, her thighs clenching around my head, holding me. Her vagina squirted and squirted. I sucked up her nectar as fast as she shot, and she screamed. To my ears, an angel sang as she orgasmed within her gift fantasy.

"CAAAAAAAAARRRRRROOOOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNE!!!"

She bucked and churned, her hands pounding the mattress. Her thighs still locked on my head, making it difficult to breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out from lack of air, she relaxed and I was able to get my head back far enough to breathe which meant pulling off her vagina. She was still squirting! As she relaxed, she was wide open. I dropped my tongue to the bottom of her furrow, pressed my face in a little tight, and moving my head licked straight up with the full width of my tongue, right up to and over her clit, my whiskers teasing and tickling her inner thighs. She rocked and convulsed again. As my tongue touched her clit, I applied a little more pressure and licked hard. As the tip of my tongue passed over it, I flicked that hot little nubbin hard, then fluttered it with the tip and GROWLED. She almost launched straight up off the bed! Her spasms were hard and fast as her head thrashed from side to side. Her heels drummed the bed as she screamed and screamed!

"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

" DAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!"

I looked on, amazed! Her vagina squirted a viscous pearly fluid about four inches, and it kept squirting! The distance it reached reduced with the violence of the convulsions that rocked her petite, edible body. Just when it seemed they were over, another one would rattle through her, and she'd squirt again. I just lay there and enjoyed the show. Her breathing was laboured, gasping for breath.

Curious, and yes, I'm still a bastard, I know... I blew gently directly on her clit in a long continuous stream. Diane started to buck and thrash again grunting hard as her pussy squirted and squirted.

"UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH... UH!! CAROL!! ANNE!!"

Finally, not wanting to wear her out completely, I let her wind her self down. Her hips and body jerked and heaved, but less frequently as sporadic jolts passed the full length of her body. While she settled down, I checked her out. The inside of her thighs was soaked and the towel actually had a puddle on it, the production and viscosity of the fluid outpacing the absorbency of the towel. As the spasms and shock waves passed gradually away, she was able to relax her legs. Her knees were drawn up, bent, and folded to the outside, her whole pussy fully exposed, and simply gorgeous.

"OOOOOHHHH! MYYYY GAWD!"

"Are you OK?"

"I... I... think so... that was so-o-o-o intense! I didn't think it was ever gonna stop!"

"I was beginning to wonder if I pushed you too far."

"How much mess did I make?"

"Lots, but the towel is doing its job."

"I've got to learn to do that so I can return the favour to Carol Anne. She said she learned from you. What a gift!"

She kissed Carol's picture again, then set it back on the night table.

I crawled up to face her as she lay there, still breathing a little hard. I kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on me. and she returned it with passion. Soon we were in another of those tongue sucking clinches. My hands wandered all over her body. She started quivering and her hips rose insistently off the bed.

My hand wandered down to her pussy, trailed loosely through her curls and into her sopping valley. I made sure my hand was fully soaked. Some of her last juice was thicker, creamier. Careful not to disturb her clit, I scooped as much with my fingers as I could. I carefully withdrew my hand, brought it to my face, and inhaled deeply. I offered it to her. She inhaled, and smiled.

"Wanna taste? It's your turn, but save me a little"

"I've never tasted myself until I tasted me on your lips just now. Tasted kinda nice."

She took my proffered hand and sucked each finger except the baby one dry then licked off the back of my hand.

She moaned, "Mmmm! This is delicious! I do taste good!"

She very slowly, deliberately, sucked my little finger into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine. She worked it in and out of her mouth sensuously, sucking it clean. She held my one hand in both of hers, and made the most sensuous production of licking her girl cum off my palm. The sensation of her soft tongue on my palm caused my nearly forgotten cock to rage into full, almost painful recognition.

Now licked clean, my hand wandered back down to her pussy as our lips locked in a feverish kiss once more. My fingers dropped over the edge, and probed her hot, tight opening and entered her easily. She was relaxed and totally lubricated and I worked my primary digit into her as far as I could. I stroked her a little then worked in a second finger, loosening her up. Her kissing became more demanding as my finger pumped her hole, gently fucking it, as my thumb gently strummed her engorged clitty.

Diane broke the kiss, gasping. "David! Oh David! I want him in me. I want Rascal in me NOW!"

She tried to pull me on top of her, her head starting to rock from side to side. I worked my fingers a bit more as I rose up and swung my legs between hers. I positioned myself, grasped my now raging cock, and worked the head up and down through her slot, teasing her and spreading the furiously leaking pre-cum all about her lips and opening. She became demanding.

"NOW! NOW! PUT HIM IN ME NOW! HURRY DAVID! PUT HIM IN! HURRRYYYY!! PLEEEEESE!"

I steered the head to her opening. It lodged there naturally and she gasped.

"Goo-oo-ood! Put him iii-iiiinnnn!"

I pushed forward and the head slid in part way. The feeling was indescribable, a delirium of pleasure. I pushed a little farther and the head popped in, grasped tightly by the ring of her vaginal opening. I had to pause, it felt so good. Diane moaned, trying to get me in deeper as her hips thrust up to meet me.

"Oh Rascal! You feel s-o-o-o-o-o goo-oo-ood. I've missed you! More! Deeper!"

I pushed harder. I paused to let her adjust then pushed once more, and slid all the way into her velvety, grasping glove. The sensations I felt were indescribably wonderful. She was tight, hot, wet! I felt something touch, almost nibble at the tip -- the mouth of her cervix.

"OH YEAH! SO GOOD! SO FULL! OH RASCAL! PUSSY'S STARVING! FEEEEEED HERRRR!"

God! Always with the anthropomorphisms!

I let her savor her fullness for a few seconds. I withdrew, almost out then I pushed back in one long stroke. Her hands went to my butt, pulling and her hips lifted. She pulled me deeper, her legs wrapped 'round me. I started to stroke. I fucked into her, she fucked back. She met me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. Soon, I was ramming her hard, the base of my cock rubbing her clit, my pubic bone slamming down onto it.

We rutted like two animals in heat. I couldn't believe the sensations! Diane's pussy never felt this good before! Her pussy contracted around my shaft, milking it squeezing it. Our thrusts became wild. I slammed and slammed into her. She slammed back, I sensed her building. It added to my own sensation. I could feel it building up through my balls, building and building. Her own orgasm was getting close. We clutched. We fucked.

We ground against each other. I couldn't take much more! My thrusts became short rapid strokes. My buttocks were a blur of motion. She matched me. We were both grunting and gasping. I felt my release coming. I sensed hers was close too. We rode the wave together. UP! UP! UP! UP! My balls spasmed! My cock swelled even more.

One! TWO! THREE! FOUR thrusts! ANOTHER ONE! I felt it starting to go and I exploded! At the same time, her arms and legs wrapped around me as she came hard. Her pussy bucked hard into me. I pulled back one time, then buried it as deep in her as I could get and left it buried. I felt my cum shooting and shooting deep into her convulsing womb. I heard her scream my name as I squirted and squirted and squirted and squirted what felt like several quarts (Imperial) of hot, creamy baby maker deep into her sopping pussy.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDD!!"

Except for the exceptional orgasms when Carol and I made our babies, I didn't think I'd ever come so much at one time. <Male ego -- I think that every time I have a big orgasm.> My hips convulsed and I squirted another big load of thick white sperm-rich cream, some of it squeegeeing back past my cock as I overfilled that sweet, convulsing pussy. I felt her pussy milking me as her hot liquid scalded my balls. Finally, at last spent, I relaxed against her. I rolled to my side pulling her with me, my cock still buried inside her, only slightly softened. Goddamn! This was only the second time we'd come together! Amazing! She was truly a woman of Wicca!

We held each other close, our hips making small, after-fuck motions. My cock started to deflate, but I kept it in her. It felt too good to take it out. She just held onto me, making cooing sounds. Our lips met in the most tender kiss we'd ever shared. This was LOVE. L-O-V-E! LOVE!

"Oh God! Diane Marie, I love you so much". I had tears in my eyes. "That was just so wonderful, I can't describe it. It was our best ever, and somehow I think it's just going to keep getting better, now."

"David, David, David. I felt Rascal shoot so hard and hot in me! He shot so hard and so much, I thought it was gonna come out my ears. Oh! I love that feeling! Stay in me while we go to sleep!"

She pulled tight to me, and kept me buried in her depths. I felt her cervix nibbling at the tip.



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Chapter 61


We cuddled, my now nearly flaccid penis still inside Diane, in contented silence for a few minutes. Her hips started humping against me. Her nipples were hot, hard, burning my chest. Her pubis was slowly grinding into mine, her soft curls tickling and teasing. She nibbled on my ear. She was gently stimulating me, and I was responding. I felt my penis stiffening. So did she. So much for going to sleep!

"Oh! Rascal! You're coming back to me."

My penis returned to full hard readiness, surprising me with how quickly I recovered. It wasn't unusual with Carol and Riekie, especially when I was a teenager, but I'd rarely if ever recovered this quickly with Diane. I rolled her over as our mouths locked in a soul-searing kiss. There wasn't the urgency this time. We made long, slow, passionate love, our bodies seeming to be in perfect sync. As if it was our first time, I experimented with various strokes, and Diane experimented with controlling those wonderful muscles. We talked while we made love, with me above her, looking into her eyes, stroking slowly, her hips matching mine. Her eyes were full of love and she was so wet and hot, and tight.

Responding to the love and fulfillment in those lovely brown eyes, I asked, "Was it as good this time for you as I think?"

"We've always been pretty good, especially in the last few months, David, but this time, it was almost like it was our first! OH! I felt so full... and... and... complete, more than I have ever felt before! Like now! Oh David, what you're doing to me, with me, right now! It feels so goo-ood, I don't ever want it to end. What's happened to me? I suddenly feel so FREE! Like some heavy weight has been lifted right off my soul, even! Whatever's happened to me, I LIKE it!"

"I know what you mean! Mom says you're one of Her's. I've been noticing the change in you lately, and I believe it now for sure! I think with what happened this weekend and with Carol Anne and me telling our story, somewhere deep inside, your true self woke up and came out. I don't want you to think I'm comparing, but this is what it's like EVERY time with Carol Anne and Riekie and I think it will be for us, too, now.

"Do you see now why I love them so much? And the pain of TOTAL loss I felt when they were driven from me -- so much pain I couldn't even think about them long enough to tell you about them? And the absolute JOY I felt when Carol Anne was healed and came back to me with her news that Riekie is planning to return too? And now the complete HAPPINESS I feel for you that you are, and want to be one of My Girls? <My Girls! The Man is BACK!> This is the BEST feeling in the world — to love and be loved — to make love just to show how we feel!"

Diane just pulled me tighter to her as we loved, her happy, loving smile saying it all.

This feeling was EXQUISITE and now my wife, Diane, and I were sharing it!

But nature requires it to conclude, so the end-product can be delivered. Before long, our tempo increased, and we started the buildup to another crashing mutual orgasm. As I came, she convulsed around me, and once again screamed my name.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!"

It felt like I came a quart, I shot so hard. Three! Four! Five! Six full squirts of baby-making juice deep inside her before her pussy milked me dry and I fell on top of her. She held me in her arms. At last I thought I was getting heavy, and rolled off, my cock slipping out of her with a sucking sound. She was so tight!

"Oh look at poor Rascal! Poor Rascal, my Sweet Prince! He's exhausted, poor thing. Oh, I think I'll kiss him better!"

She scooted 'round to be able to take my penis in her mouth. I was too spent to respond, but it felt very good. She licked and kissed it clean then patted it, and cooed.

"Sleep tight Rascal." She looked at her towel and giggled. "If I'm gonna sleep here tonight, I better get a clean towel, this one's soaked!"

Diane shook me to my very foundations when she turned so she could open her pussy and show me. If I ever doubted her heritage before, I did no longer! This act seemed to be specific to any one of My Girls (My Girls!).

"How do I look now?"

Her gorgeous little pussy actually gaped open. A stringy white stream of sperm leaked out and trickled down between her sweet cheeks. Hers was one well-fucked pussy even if I did say so myself! I did that! As usual, at seeing this sight, I was inordinately proud of myself!

"A mess! A beautiful, sexy, awe-inspiring, wonderful mess. Even if I do say so myself, and at the risk of being an insufferable braggart, what I'm seeing is definitely one 'well-fucked pussy'!"

"It must be! I can feel his Precious Stuff leaking out! He really filled me up! To overflowing! I want to feel like that all the time. When he shoots in me now, I come right away. I love it! And I LO-O-OVE YOU! I feel so FREE, David!"

She spun around, and attacked me with a playful kiss. Another girl had behaved similarly once upon a time. It was a joyous memory, and I felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this little elfin nymph. It was like I re-discovered Eden.

What we'd been doing seemed like forever, but in reality it wasn't all that long.

"It's still not that late, let's get you cleaned up and a fresh towel for the bed."

"Sounds like a plan."

We climbed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. She led, I followed. I was mesmerized by the sway and tic-toc motion of those delectable hips and cheeks. The come running down the inside of her thighs glistened in the dim light. It was extremely seductive, and I marveled at the transformation of my wife from an abused and shy waif to a fully sexually realized and liberated woman of the Old Ways.

We didn't bother with a full bath for her — it may not have been that late, but it wasn't that early, either. A quick shower would do. Before, though, I stepped to the toilet to have a pee, and a slim pair of arms wrapped around me, taking hold of my penis, and a sweet little voice asked me.

"Need some help with that, Mister?"

"Sure thing, Missus, you steer and I'll do the rest."

Diane's hot little hands guided me as I relieved myself. It was extremely pleasurable. I wondered if she'd look after a morning woody the same way.

I turned to get the shower running and the water warm. While I did, Diane parked on the stool, and I soon heard the hiss and splash of her own bladder releasing, followed by a sigh of relief.

It seemed Diane had finally lost ALL her inhibitions around me, and that her healing from the abuse at the hands of her step-father was almost complete. I said a few words of thank you to the Goddess.

We stepped into the shower together. The last time we'd been here, she'd shocked me with her actions, the first indications, now that I thought about it, that she was not only on the road to healing, but was realizing her true heritage, and an indication the Power was back in control.

We soaped and lathered each other, paying particular attention to each other's genitals. Diane had absolutely no hesitation at washing her Rascal, and kissing him clean. Pussy's hair was all matted and gooey from our heavy session, so I gave her a good gentle scrubbing and planted a sloppy kiss right on her lips. I thought I could hear that furry little critter purr.

Our shower complete, we dried each other with the big bath towels and got all cuddly with them. Even after our shower, Diane was still leaking a bit, white cream running down her thighs. She went to check on Jenny before returning to bed, never bothering with a robe like she once would have, and as those sweet little buns tic-toced across the bathroom toward the door to Jen's room, come gleaming on her thighs in the light, she seemed oblivious and totally natural.

I grabbed a fresh towel for Diane on my way out of the bathroom. As I changed the towel on the bed, I had an inspiration. I folded the used one neatly, wet side up, and put it on the top shelf of my closet. I spread the fresh towel out for her and climbed back into bed.

The basis of my inspiration was simple, and had originated from my talk with Tante Jo about her virginity. Diane had said tonight felt almost like our first time. In a sense it was our first time. It was our first time as part of an openly admitted group marriage, which she was at the very least a de facto member of, and, more importantly, it was her first time as a fully realized sexual entity. Her towel was worth saving — tonight, that wonderful, beautiful little woman with the huge heart had given herself to me totally, and unreservedly, all inhibitions gone, for the first time ever.

Satisfied that all was well with the little one, Diane soon joined me, cuddling up close. The shower had refreshed us both, and sleep was still a ways off. I was intrigued by something, so I raised the question with her.

"Diane Marie," She cooed and cuddled closer when I called her that. "I saw you paying close attention to Riekie's pictures tonight, and to me, it looked almost like you recognized her. I saw the love, too, especially when you saw Carol Anne for the first time. What gives?"

"I think I have seen Riekie before, but not clearly. The last little while, there's been this girl in my dreams. I haven't been able to see her face clearly, but she's blonde, and beautiful, and we're very much in love. I think we live here together, but the rooms look a little different. When I saw those pictures tonight, I just sort of knew that Riekie is the girl in my dreams. Is that weird or what?"

"To anybody looking at any of us from the outside, we probably all seem at the very least strange and maybe even weird. But from my perspective already on the inside, I don't think it's weird at all. We're almost positive you have Old Blood, and with that probably comes some Sight. Rhiannon has it, and so strongly, she probably got it from both of us. You've only just started your training with Mom yesterday, so you have no way of knowing how to use or interpret your Sight, and probably what you See comes in the form of dreams.

"I take it from what you're telling me that Riekie is definitely coming home. We just don't know when, although Carol Anne says she thinks it'll be around Christmas, because Riekie said her divorce should be finalized about then. She won't come any sooner unless she's forced, because she always crosses her 'I's' and dots her 'T's' before making any moves."

"Can you describe her to me -- nude? If your description matches what I think I See, then I'll know for sure it's her."

"Sure, but remember, my memories are twenty years old. I'll be describing an eighteen year-old, not a woman in her mid to late thirties, although if Carol Anne is anything to go by, then it'll be pretty accurate.

"Riekie is shorter than Carol Anne who is almost as tall as me, but taller than you. As you know from her photos, she is stunningly beautiful with soft, wavy blonde hair she always wore fairly long.

"Riekie's breasts are round and firm, shaped something like yours, about the size of grapefruit with pink areola and small, slightly darker pink nipples that get really hot and hard when they're erect.

"Her hips are a little more rounded than Carol Anne's and she has a nice flat tummy. She always claimed she fought with her weight, and she used isometrics to tone her abdominal muscles and keep her tummy flat. A byproduct of those exercises was that she had the most phenomenal control of her vaginal muscles ever, and she could do a passable belly dance.

"Riekie's legs are gorgeous with beautiful calves, but her thighs are a little on the muscular side. It's like the bones were just a touch short, but with the muscles designed for longer bones, sorta scrunching them up a bit. Her skin was always tight and smooth, hot to the touch.

"Riekie's crowning glory, though aside from her beautiful hair, is her pussy. Riekie has simply the prettiest pussy in the world. Carol Anne has the nicest legs, although yours are damn close, but Riekie's pussy is to die for! She has the most wonderful luxuriant patch of blonde curls covering a very prominent mons, with no hair at all below that, like you. Carol Anne's bare there, too.

"Her labia are the prettiest shade of pink, and her inner lips are the daintiest, prettiest pink lips you ever saw. When they're aroused, they open like an exotic flower, revealing the smallest, tightest vagina in creation. Like you and Carol Anne, she gets extremely wet and is a squirter when she comes, which is often and hard. She often has multiple orgasms where Carol Anne is more likely to have just one huge one. Her clitoris gets very erect, and is a delectable hot shade of pink, looking like a small penis.

"One of the most erotic things about Riekie isn't what you can see, it's what you can feel -- her entire genital area is HOT, and I mean HOT! Even through layers of clothing, when she rubs that pussy up against you, you can just feel the heat.

"Riekie has a very shapely bum, round and firm, with the most delightful sway and up-down motion imaginable. She can really make a skirt dance, and in jeans, well!

"So there you have it, a description of Riekie as I remember her. Does any of it jive with your dreams?"

"Oh, yeah! It's her, alright! The girl in my dreams has just the pussy you described, and she calls it Sweet Pussy. Does that mean anything to you?"

"You saw Riekie. If you'd told me your dream girl calls her pussy creature Sweet Pussy from the beginning, I'd have known right away. It's her, alright."

"That's why when Carol Anne teased me tonight about 'all the girls', I could only reply 'and maybe one other'. I wasn't sure if it was Riekie or not. And here I go again — falling in love with a girl I've never met, and this time I've never even talked to her."

"Yes you have, in your 'dreams'. I suspect she has matching dreams about you."

"You think? Why?

"She is definitely Old Blood, and though I've never known either of the girls to demonstrate openly they have the Sight, it wouldn't surprise me in the least. But... then again, they did know something bad would happen to us if I went to camp that year. Hmmm."

"Sounds almost as if I was meant to love those girls. Oh, dear, I'm tired!"

Diane yawned hugely and snuggled up. I could tell she was getting very sleepy. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. She murmured, "I love you, David." And drifted off to sleep. Holding her warm little body close to me, I soon followed her. I don't remember my dreams, but they must have been pleasant.

I slept like a rock until I was awakened in the wee small hours by sweet kisses and a small hand stroking my penis, which by some miracle was amazingly hard. The sweet kisses were administered by a lovely mouth attached to an elfin face framed in soft brown waves. I couldn't see her lovely brown eyes very well in the dim glow of the night light, but I just knew they were sparkling with devilment. I turned to meet her lips and we shared a very sensuous kiss, our tongues dueling and swapping spit. I dropped my hand to her mons and tickled her curls, causing her hips to twitch and jerk. I slid my hand down further and found a very wet pussy, clitoris erect and sensitive to the touch. As my fingers probed and found her hot little opening, she rolled to her back, spreading her beautiful legs wide, and arching her hips off the bed.

Her grasp on my now throbbing penis tightened as she pulled me toward her.

"Love me, David. Love me hard."

My fingers probed and worked in her now sopping puss a little more as her hips began to hump and gyrate insistently. She pulled on my penis harder.

"Put him in me NOW, David. Pussy needs him bad. She's so itchy! Put him in! HURRY!"

Who am I to argue? I swung between her outstretched thighs and raised my hips for the plunge. Diane drew her knees up and spread them wide, offering herself completely to me. Usually, she had to steer me into her, but now I just lowered myself to her and felt my raging penis start into her hot little tunnel. She raised her hips to meet my downward thrust, and I slid into her love tunnel in one smooth, continuous motion. My God! She was hot and wet!

As I bottomed in her sweet muffin, I felt her cervix nibble at the tip of my cock, and her muscles rippled and almost stroked my length, stimulating me like no other time with her.

"Feels so good! So full! Now fuck me, David! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME!"

Not being one to refuse a lady's demands, I proceeded to comply. I fucked her. I fucked her hard. Diane fucked right back at me, equally as hard. We rutted and pumped, screwing ourselves silly. I humped and I pumped. Diane humped and pumped right back. Our bodies were in complete synchronization as we fucked and rutted like two wild creatures of the night. Diane's cries of ecstasy and screams of joy would have wakened an entire city block if we lived in town. I thought of the kids, but those two could sleep through anything.

"YES! YES! AAAIIIIEEE! YES! FUCK ME! HARDER! DEEPER! YES! YES!"

I stroked and pounded into her scalding depths, her hips bucking back to meet me, stroke for stroke. We rode up the mountain together, humping and bumping in a matched rhythm; my cock swelled and my balls lifted, preparing to explode. Diane's hips thrust back at me, her muscles clamping and releasing, stimulating me to even greater effort. Our breath came in gasps and grunts. We got to the top of the mountain together, thrusting and pounding. I thrust into her hard. Once! Twice! Three times! On the third stroke, I buried my cock as deep in her as I could, mashing her clit as my balls heaved and clenched. I felt the familiar sweet pain of release as my balls exploded and my cock erupted, spewing gout, after gout after gout of thick, creamy, stringy sperm deep into her clutching, sucking tunnel of love. As the first gout of sperm erupted form my penis, Diane's hips heaved and lifted, her muscles contracted around me, and her whole body convulsed in a massive orgasm as shockwave after shockwave rocketed through her tiny frame. Her arms locked around my neck as her legs, feet locked together, jerked and pulled me even tighter and deeper into her, and the little bitch howled her exhilaration!

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!"

A high-pitched, happy answer came back from the pasture as a passing coyote replied.

"YIP YIP YIP! YAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Where do these girls learn this stuff?

Our passion quickly spent, I fell on top of Diane, and rolled to my side, carrying her small form with me, still buried in her sopping depths. Our breathing returned to near-normal, and Diane gave me a lingering kiss. She smiled sweetly, whispered "I love you." And was instantly asleep, cradled in my arms. I marveled at her peaceful, happy features, and soon drifted off into a deep, contented sleep myself, my penis snugly trapped in her tight little tunnel, Pussy contentedly nibbling at the tip.

I woke well before the alarm went off with my usual morning woody comfortably and happily buried in hot pussy. I felt refreshed and alive. I awakened to two sparkling brown eyes and a sweet smile. Diane reached and kissed me tenderly. I could get very used to waking up with my penis warmly held by wet, eager pussy. It had been too many years since that happened regularly, and now I'd had it for four mornings straight. I thought it couldn't get much better than that, except for maybe having those other two warm bodies cuddled up to me as I woke. I felt the best I had in many years. Things were coming back together, maybe not as quickly as I'd like, but they were, and with some added bonuses.

Diane watched me as I woke. Most mornings, she'd have been up already, and I would never have felt her leave the bed. I thought that from now on, I'd wake instantly if she moved out of our bed. We were tuned in now, and that would never change. I also noticed I didn't have my usual morning grumpiness. Who could be grumpy, waking up to a beautiful smiling face and a warm, pulsating pussy wrapped around a full erection, morning woody or not!

"Morning, Sleepy Head."

"Morning to you, too, Sweet Thing. How long have you been awake staring at my ugly puss?"

"Not long, but long enough to notice some changes in you."

"What kind of changes? Am I going bald?" Not a real worry, but baldness did run on my mother's side. Uncle Bill bore a striking resemblance to a cue ball now.

"No, nothing like that, Silly. Good changes. I used to watch you sleep, and you were always so sad, or even angry looking, all tensed up, like your dreams pissed you off. Today, you looked peaceful and even a little happy; your face was relaxed. The worry lines around your eyes have almost disappeared."

"Worry lines?"

"You probably thought it was age and the outdoors, making the creases around your eyes and especially your mouth. Your beard hid most of those, but I could see them. I used to see them every morning. And your eyes always had a deep, deep sadness in them. That's almost gone, now, but there's still a hint of what? Wariness? As if you don't quite believe that you could be happy again. I always knew something made you sad, something really deep. Now I know what it was, and if Carol Anne never did anything else, I'd love her for giving me a happy husband, because I know it's her that did this for you... and for me."

Diane moved her hips suggestively, getting my attention and that of the thing so comfortably housed in her small body. I tickled her lightly and she squirmed and giggled, causing her inner muscles to do astounding things to my pleased member.

"And you play now! I like that! David?"

Her voice had a small child's playful query in it.

"Would you ask Rascal if he'd like to give Pussy her breakfast, now? You don't have to get up for work for a little while yet..."

"Rascal thought you'd never ask! He's been busy in his kitchen, cooking up a simply maaahvelous breakfast for sweet little Pussy."

"She's awful, awful hungry..."

Laughing, I rolled the little minx to her back and raised my hips. Rising on my arms, I called out.

"Pussy? Oh, Pussy! Rascal says breakfast is ready! Come and get it!"

And once again we fucked and rutted like wild creatures. My hips pistoned into Diane's hot tunnel as her hips thrust back at me. We had fun with our mating. We laughed and giggled as we screwed, happy in our love and its new, greater dimensions. All too soon, though, the passion peaked as my balls lurched up against my cock which swelled and spit what felt like a half gallon of hot, wet baby butter deep into her womb. As my first discharge fired off into her, Diane's body jerked and spasmed in her own gigantic orgasm and she yelled her elation.

"YES! YES! YES! FILL 'ER UP! PUSSY'S HUNGRY! FEED HER! YES! YES! YE-E-E-E-S-S-SSS!"

I was just releasing the last bit of sperm into her heaving, jerking pussy when the alarm went off. It startled the living shit out of both of us, resulting in me suddenly plunging even deeper into her body to deliver that last bucket of sperm; her arms convulsed so strongly, I thought she broke my neck, and her pussy suddenly squeezed tight as I felt scalding fluids gush around my balls. I reached for the offending mechanical monster and almost pitched it across the room, but kept my cool and calmly turned it off.

We started to laugh, and had a huge giggle-fest for several minutes as I rolled to my side, my penis, still morning hard, disengaging from her with a wet sucking sound. We settled down after a few minutes and rose to meet another work day, Diane's pussy dripping and leaking onto her towel as she sat up. It felt wonderful to be alive again.

Diane and I walked into the bathroom together, my arm around her youthful waist, my woody waving around looking for a place to pee. Diane giggled at the sight. As recently as last week, she would have been embarrassed and too shy to even notice, let alone go in the bathroom with me for anything other than a shower. First things first. I stepped up to the stool and Diane tried to aim my stiff friend, giggling almost uncontrollably. She finally got it pointed in the right general direction, and my bladder released its contents. Once again, my erection followed the urine down the drain, and once again a sweet lady watched it go with mild disappointment.

We jumped in the shower together, and soaped and scrubbed each other thoroughly. Her pussy was a mess from our middle of the night hard fast fuck and our more recent coupling a few minutes ago. Pussy got special attention, but I was glad she was well fed because I didn't have much time left before work. After our shower, we had a fun shoving match to see who could get to the sink first to brush our teeth and tidy our hair. Diane, for all her diminutive size, won the battle, giggling and laughing. We were like a pair of kids — or newlyweds.

Shower and morning toilette complete, we returned to the bedroom to dress. My choice of clothing was simple — I could wear my Parks uniform, or I could wear my other Parks uniform. I did dispense with jockeys, though. I didn't think I'd ever wear them again. Diane was going to slip on a light summer dress, but when she checked out the window, it looked chilly, so she opted for a sweater and a little wool kilt. She blew me completely away when she went braless and commando, telling me no more panties probably ever, except when she was on her period. Her reasoning sounded familiar: she said she was wet all the time any more, and couldn't be bothered doing a load of laundry every other day just because she kept soaking her panties. I loved it and I loved her more. She was most definitely one of My Girls (My Girls!) How I loved the sound of that now.

Because Diane had not risen earlier than me, she didn't have time to cook my breakfast before I went to work. Thank God the coffee maker had been set up the night before on its timer. I could skip breakfast, but only if I had some coffee in me. I had breakfast makings at work, and told her I'd whip something up at break time. Diane always prepared my lunch when she cleaned up from supper the night before, so all I had to do, like any other morning, was grab it from the fridge and drop it in my lunch bucket. Rhiannon was already up and fixed her own breakfast of some kids' cereal when we came downstairs. Jenny was still sleeping.

Lunch bucket in hand, and with a full Tim Horton's mug of home brewed coffee, I gave Rhiannon a hug and kiss, then kissed my lovely young wife a passionate goodbye, and launched myself upon the work world for another day. Thank God, the season was almost over, and I'd have some free time to sit down and finish sorting out the rest of my once again promising life with my wife, and hopefully, wives. Life was starting to look good again. A little complicated, but good. In some ways, it felt like I had just stepped back to mid-August 1965, and all the promise it held.



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Chapter 62


At work that day, I didn't have a lot to do. It was still too early to start winterizing the site, and the tourists were almost non-existent. I did cut a little grass and painted a few small items that needed touching up. My partner had been called to another site to cover for someone who called in sick. I was alone most of the day, and had quite a lot of time to reflect on all the new developments and re-developments happening or about to happen in my life.

Shortly after noon, the phone rang. I answered my usual 'Good Afternoon, Parks Canada, Bon Jour." An unfamiliar, but pleasant baritone voice asked. "May I speak with Dave Lloyd, please?"

"Speaking. How may I be of service?"

"You've been of enormous service already, David. I called to thank you personally."

Huh? Who was this? I'd been away from the Park since Thursday, and I didn't recall helping anybody that much in the previous week that would warrant this kind of call. "Excuse me? I don't recall..."

"Oh! I'm sorry, David, it's Ben, Carol Anne's husband, or should I say, second husband?"

Ben laughed at his own private joke. Now that I knew who it was, I detected a deep tiredness in his voice, and a -- warmth, as he explained why he called so early in the day. It would still be morning out there. "Carol Anne went into the office today to get some paperwork caught up, so I took the opportunity to call you when we could speak privately. In one of her letters Diane mentioned the name of the Park where you work, so it wasn't hard to find you and talk to you there, rather than at home."

"Ben? We've never met, but from what little Carol Anne told me, I'd like to meet you and shake your hand."

"No, David, it's I who should be shaking yours. What you did for Carol Anne this past weekend has value beyond measure! She's so happy! That alone was worth sending her off to see you. But you freed her soul, David! You freed her soul! You did in three short days what I've not been able to do in six years with her."

As I listened to Ben speak, there was some inflection or tone of warmth I couldn't quite define, and I just knew that I could tell this man anything. I'd never met him, but I knew instantly, that this man was a friend, capital F-R-I-E-N-D. I let him know Carol wasn't the only one affected. "Thank you, Ben, but she wasn't the only one healed. I was too, and so was my wife, Diane. There's something big afoot, Ben, something really big."

"I sensed that from what was said last night. I did listen in, after all, but felt I had nothing to contribute beyond what Carol Anne told you about me helping plan how to get you to give her a baby, so I kept quiet. Man! That is some love story! I cried with you when you told of your breakup. I don't think she knew I was listening. Carol Anne told me before something about you sensing a Power at work. Someday we must talk about it. Right now, I just want to talk about Carol Anne and the wonderful changes you've wrought in her <I LIKED this guy! He talked like me!>. Do you know what she did this morning when she woke up?"

I just KNEW what Carol did. It seemed fitting and would satisfy her sense of humour, too. I laughed when I said, "Don't tell me — she howled like a wolf, scaring half the neighbours' cats, and waking up every dog for three city blocks, right?"

He laughed heartily. "Yeah, not counting the chill that went down my poor old spine. How'd you know?"

"Ha! Ha! Get used to it, Benjamin, you could be hearing it a lot. That's her cry of fulfillment. She's so ecstatic over her pregnancy and her return to the world, she's gotta let it out. She's always been very vocal in her joy. I suspect she did it as something of a lark or joke, too. She can be pretty outrageous when she wants to be. We didn't tell in our story last night what she did to the little old blue haired lady at Dolly's wake, did we?"

"No, please do."

I told Ben about us taking a quickie, which Carol had announced to the room that we were going to feed the 'pets', the mess we made (as usual) and how Carol jerked that lady's chain but good.

Ben laughed and laughed then he asked me to explain more about the howling.

Suddenly I was drawn back twenty years to one of the happiest times in my life, and I wanted to share it with this man. "It was a little unnerving the first time I heard Carol howl twenty years ago. She got our old black Lab, Clyde, singing. It was the funniest thing we ever heard!!"

Ben and I broke up laughing with the mental image of Clyde singing along with Carol's howl. I hadn't enjoyed talking to a man like this, except for Dad, in many years. Ben struggled to get himself under control. "W-we?"

"Oh yeah, it was New Years, 1966. Carol Anne, Riekie, and I were having our first real-sleep-together night since we got married the previous summer. We were having a LOT of fun, if you catch my drift, and Carol Anne had this absolutely massive orgasm. She felt so good from coming so hard, she actually howled. Clyde heard her and howled back, then he started 'singing', and it broke us up completely. Riekie laughed so hard, I thought she'd piss herself! Later that night, Riekie howled too, only deliberately, when she came a big one, except Old Clyde had moved upstairs, unbeknownst to us, and when he answered Riekie, he was right outside our door! He scared the bejeezus out of us! Carol Anne giggled herself silly."

I almost fell out of my chair, laughing at those happy old memories. I could hear Ben laughing until he started to choke. It felt so good to have a real deep-down bust-a-gut belly laugh after all these years. I finally regained a little composure, although tears still ran down my cheeks. "So get used to it, Ben! You're gonna hear more of that! So am I, I think. Diane let a howl out of her last night that set off a local coyote!"

We broke up again at the images created. Still laughing, Ben managed to ask.

"What it is with you and these girls that you can make them so happy and fulfilled they howl? <CHUCKLE> Are you that good in bed?"

"Ben, I could brag, but I can't. No, it's not so much me — it's them — they bring out the best in me. They're totally innocent, completely uninhibited, virtually insatiable and are extremely exuberant in their joy and love of life. When they're in love, it's total, and at the risk of bragging, it's lucky me they're in love with. Some people, Carol Anne's family included, used to think I was Superman or something. I let them think it, but I knew, it wasn't me, it was those Super GIRLS pushing all the right buttons because they love me, and I love them. They still push those buttons.

"Carol Anne is especially innocent and naive. Because of her 'illness' for lack of a better word, over the last twenty years, she has actually been frozen in time. She's no more a sexual sophisticate now than when she was at seventeen, and that's what I love about her. When she's well, as she is now, she's as disingenuous as a child, and if we'd stayed together even as we'd planned, I think she'd still have been like that. Diane's the same. She's a terror in bed, but she's totally innocent and unprepossessing about her sexuality. I haven't seen Riekie in eighteen years, but I have a notion, despite her sophisticated education, and unless her husband has changed her, she's just like the other two."

"David, I don't know how to thank you enough for what you did this weekend. You gave Carol Anne back to herself, and you gave us all two new babies. I've NEVER seen her actually happy before, and then to see this joy, almost rapture! Oh, and what that's done for me! I'm an old eunuch, as you know, but the vision that walked into my home yesterday made even me sit up and take notice. I always knew Carol Anne was attractive, but I never realized just how truly beautiful she is, until she walked in here yesterday! I hardly recognized her. When I first saw her get out of the cab, I thought one of my sons' girlfriends was coming to visit.

"I sent a matron East, and you sent a luscious coed back! That hair! It's simply gorgeous! I never knew! I may be a eunuch now, but I still remember what it felt like to be with someone that beautiful and sensuous! And those legs! When I was younger and was still a man, I fancied myself a leg man. My kate had gorgeous gams, but Carol Anne's are the standard, I think. She always wore baggy slacks or long skirts, so I never saw much of them before. To show you just how attractive she is, I watched the cabby that drove her home as she walked into the house — he never pulled away until she was out of sight! My! My! David! What miracles you can accomplish!"

"No miracle, Benjamin. Yes, Carol Anne's legs are magnificent. I agree; they are the standard by which I gauge all other women, although Diane Marie is a close second. The real Carol Anne was there all along, all she needed was to be released from the prison of her own conscience where that man put her, and refused to release her. Did she tell you about him? I think he's going to jail for what he did to me, and we have some other goods on him as well."

"Yeah, she told me the whole thing after she got off the phone with you and your family last night. I didn't tell her I listened to the whole thing and already knew what happened to him. He deserved everything he got and then some. I just hope your friend can really pin something on him. Carol Anne had told me most of your story, but what you told together, with your parents was amazing. From what Carol Anne had told me before, and what I heard last night, I'm afraid I was like your dad and wanted to go hunting that serpent myself. <Chuckle> And Diane and Carol have fallen for each other, eh? Interesting!"

"I guess they have! Diane held that picture I gave her as if it was the real person, and would hardly put it down even at bedtime. But... that's not the half of it Benjamin, now Diane is falling for Riekie, too, sight unseen and word unspoken, except for her prom pictures. Now that's interesting!"

"My! My! Oh! You know something else Carol Anne did when she got home? She took all that stuffy old underwear she used to wear, and threw it in the trash! She said she wouldn't be needing it anymore. Seems she wants to be ready for you any time, all the time! Hey! Hey! You're one lucky S.O. B.! And she sent most of her clothes to the Goodwill, too. I think my credit card is gonna take a beating while she gets her wardrobe back in order. She's like a damn teenager, almost giddy! I don't know if my heart can take having such a young person around now.

"Which brings me to why I really called, David. If there's any way at all, I intend to see you two fully re-united as soon as possible. The serpent said he'd move Heaven and Earth to separate you. I'll move them to get you back together. There's no way so much love should ever be parted, and I'm including Riekie in that, too. I had a love something like yours once, and lost her to illness. I sometimes think my cancer is my own body's way of saying I'd remain true to her. But I mustn't let myself get maudlin and sentimental just yet. You know, don't you, that although I married Carol Anne, we're really just extremely good friends?"

"Yes, Carol Anne told me that. Why did you marry her then, if it wasn't romance?"

"There was some quality about her that made me want to protect her and help her, and because I'm a eunuch, I was non-threatening to her. She was also good for me, drawing me out of a well of self pity I'd thrown myself into after the death of my wife and then my illness. She helped me, but I was never able to fully help her. Oh, she was a little better, and more able to function, but there was no spark. Now, there's spark! Boy oh boy! There's spark!"

"Carol Anne told me you would probably help her pack her bags and happily drive her to the airport if she decided to come home, but she won't leave you, Benjamin. You're her legal husband and most importantly, her friend, and as long as you need her, she'll stay with you, regardless of how much she wants to be home. That's what friends do. You were there for her, now she needs to be there for you. I think she's told you enough about me, that I would do no less myself. Carol Anne couldn't abandon a friend to come to me, especially me. I'd think less of her if she did, and she knows that. So, until such time as you either pass over or actually divorce her, you're stuck with her and the twins. I only hope you'll let them come East from time to time and let the rest of the family come to visit them."

"David, visiting is not an issue, you're welcome anytime. I know you can't give up your life back there and move out here to be with her. She wouldn't want that anyway. Her home is with you and the others. She has never considered the west her home, as I think you know.

"But David, I called when she's not here because I don't want to upset her so soon after her miraculous rebirth. She'll know soon enough, but I want to spare her for a little while. Did she tell you anything about my prognosis?"

"Yeah, she said the doctor thought you were no longer in remission, and gave you two more years. That's an awful short time from my perspective, but it's literally a lifetime for you."

"Carol Anne doesn't know it yet, but two years was the upper limit. I could have considerably less. I had hoped to live long enough to hear the twins' first words and see them walk, but it isn't going to happen. I can feel the cancer eating away at me every day. I try not to let it get me down, for Carol Anne's sake, but I know she senses something, and she's worried. She knows something's up, because the paperwork she went into the office for today is to basically wrap up the company's books before the new owners take over."

"Huh? Carol Anne never mentioned you'd sold out."

"I haven't actually, yet, but it is for sale, and I have a couple really good offers. Carol Anne has been after me to sell out and retire while I still had some health ever since we got the business back on its feet. I always found an excuse not to, and now that I have decided to sell, it's scaring her, because she's afraid the end is near.

"Actually, I've been quietly liquidating all my assets so Carol and the kids will be looked after when I'm gone, but she doesn't know that. When we got married, we drew up a prenuptial agreement that specified what was mine before remained mine, and the same for her. Carol Anne isn't a co-owner of the business, she's a paid employee. Well paid, and with signing authority on the current and payroll accounts, but an employee nonetheless. She has unlimited use of a company car, and we've never had to get anything jointly. Carol Anne's needs have always been amazingly basic. As long as she has a roof over her head and food on the table, she's relatively content. It's like she's been marking time.

"Jamie and Robbie have been looking after all the details for me. Carol Anne thinks I gave it all to them, but it's hers and her co-heirs when the time comes. All that's left now is the business and the house. The boys will get the house; they're already well looked after from their mother's estate. I'm liquidating everything so it will be readily available when the time comes. Everything but the house goes to Carol Anne and her co-heirs."

"So why are you telling me all this, Benjamin? You know I want my children and Carol Anne home, and they'll be looked after. I can guarantee you that. You might say I'm only 'loaning' them to you."

Ben chuckled at that, but I could hear he was tiring fast. All the laughing earlier had sapped his strength.

"David, the way I feel right now, I could die any time. It's all I can do to function most days. I just want you to be aware of the situation, and if something does happen quickly, I want to hear it from you, that you and Diane will drop everything and come to be with Carol Anne. She'll need both of you near the end. Will you come?"

"Whenever I get the call, Benjamin, we'll be on the next available flight. Count on it. But it won't just be because of Carol Anne, my friend, it'll be for you."

"Thanks, David. I'll keep in touch and let you know how things are going on the QT. I don't like keeping things from Carol Anne — we've never had any secrets — but I want to spare her as long as possible if I can. What do you think?"

"Benjamin, you're asking the wrong guy. I was raised to believe that no matter how painful, the truth, and nothing but the truth, was the only way to go. Carol Anne believes that too. I understand your concern for Carol Anne, and sympathize. I've kept a little back from her myself to spare her needless pain, but nothing on the scale you are. In the end, if you keep it from her too long, her pain will be that much worse. So, yeah, let her have a couple days to get over the euphoria of this past weekend, then tell her. She has the right to know, and is a LOT stronger than you give her credit for, especially now, because now she knows she has other people who love, support, and especially trust her. Am I making any sense?"

"Just the good sense I'd expect from you. You're absolutely right. I'll bring her up to speed later this week. Is that soon enough?"

"Let her be the judge of that. You're right, she's worried, and a lot more than you think. The not knowing is really getting to her. She'll still be worried, but at least she'll know what she's worried about. OK?"

"Now I'm really glad I talked to you, David. That's about all I wanted to discuss for now, except for one small item. Carol Anne tells me your mother is a Priestess of, what did she say, the Old Ways? Does her religion have any affiliates out here? I'd like to learn a little more about it. Maybe you mother has a contact list or directory or something like that, that I could find someone here who could, ahem, 'enlighten me'."

"The religion itself is called 'Wicca', Benjamin. I'll check with her, and maybe she can get you a name."

"Wicca? OK, David. Let me know soon. I'm getting very tired now, so I better go lie down for a while so I'm alert when Carol Anne gets home from work. She was only going in until noon. I'll call again next week. When does the Park close for the season?"

"We close at Thanksgiving. You'll have to call me at home after that, OK? I look forward to hearing from you next week, Benjamin. We've never actually met, but already I think of you as a very dear friend, and I will always be glad to hear from you."

"Thanks, David. You're my friend, too. Talk to ya next week, good bye."

"Good bye, Benjamin."

After I talked to Ben, some actual tourists showed up and I spent the rest of the day giving them the tour and doing my 'Tourism Professional' thing. The rest of the week went quickly. I was supposed to go moose hunting with my friend Bob, but with all the new developments in my life, I felt I should take a pass this year. I called him and begged off, forfeiting my deposit, but after I explained things to him, Bob understood. Even though he didn't know any of the people involved, coming on the scene several years after the main event, I had, over time, filled him in on my past. He was genuinely happy for me and my reconciliation with Carol, and understood my reluctance to leave in case I was away if Riekie decided to advance her 'schedule'.

Diane and I made wild, passionate love every night, sometimes several times each night. We were indeed like newlyweds. Because I work weekends during the season, and the weekend hours are actually longer, I didn't see much of the family at all. Diane saw more of me than anyone, simply because we slept together. I was true to my decision to lose some weight, and started to watch my diet. I walked whenever it was practical, and started doing some calisthenics and isometrics to tone up my gut muscles.

I did tell Diane and my folks about Ben's call, but when we called Carol on Saturday night, we didn't mention it to her, and Ben was on the line with us anyway. Carol introduced us to Ben, and he and I let on it was the first we'd met. I wanted to hear from Ben first that he had talked to her himself about his worsening condition.

I had an inspiration on how to get a picture of Diane for Carol. We wanted to send her one that might be considered too risqué for the normal photo labs to process, and we didn't want to take a chance on any of them making their way onto the Internet. My friend Al was a gifted amateur photographer, and had done a few magazine layouts along with the usual weddings and such. I contacted him. He agreed to do a photo shoot with Diane and process the film himself, returning the negatives and all the prints to us. I was concerned Diane might be uncomfortable posing for him, so he suggested I be present as well as his wife, Karen, to make her more comfortable. We arranged a shoot for the Sunday after I got home from the funeral.

Sunday night, Diane and I drove to Al and Karen's, and Al shot two rolls of film for us. Diane was a little uncomfortable at first, but she knew Al and Karen very well and soon got into it, especially when she thought of why we were taking the pictures and who they were for. Some of those shots were very erotic indeed! Karen was able to get Diane to pose just like a professional model.

The shoot was a roaring success, and Diane got so turned on, she whispered to me, "I can hardly wait to get home and fuck your brains out". Being as I don't have a surplus of grey matter, that was a serious threat, and a risk I thought I would take... I don't think I lost any brain cells that night, but I sure got fucked!

Al had his own small lab, and promised he'd have two complete sets of 8x10 prints and the negatives ready for Monday after work. He was true to his word, and when I wanted to pay, he only charged me for the film and the paper. I picked up the prints, had a quick look through them, and stopped at the Post Office on my way home. I bought a large protective mailer and mailed one complete set to Carol with a short covering note inside. We promised her a picture, and she got two rolls of film of professional quality prints instead. She could pick her favourite to frame. I thought she'd select the one where Diane tried to duplicate Carol's pose in her self portrait.

While I was in the Post Office, I picked up a birth certificate application for Diane. She said she'd lost or misplaced the one she had, and needed a replacement. As she didn't have a driver's licence that was the only proof of identification she had.

September wound down quickly, and we were into October. Ben called me at work on the first of October, exactly a week after his last call. He sounded even more tired, but he said it was just the medication. He told me he'd talked to Carol on Sunday (probably while we were getting Diane's photo shoot done) after we talked to her Saturday, and brought her more up-to-date with his condition. He thanked me for helping him find the courage to talk to her. She was very upset, but had taken it better than he had expected, but just the way I said she would. He said she vowed to stay with him to the end, regardless, but she wanted us and Riekie with her and him at the end. I was really pleased to hear she wanted Riekie with her, but not surprised. Of course, Carol expected Riekie to be home with us by the time Ben passed away anyway. Carol would draw ALL her loved ones to her in her time of need.

Ben said the sale of the business was dragging on, but he hoped to have it liquidated soon. He said his news hadn't driven Carol into the pit of despair he feared, and she was still the vibrant, alive young woman that came back from Ontario. So far the pregnancy was OK, but it was still too early for a proper pregnancy test, and Carol's doctor was relying on her to feel any changes that might need medical attention. I was quite impressed with her doctor and her open mindedness. I told Ben we'd be calling on the weekend, again, unless Diane called Carol before that. He reminded me to ask Mom about a Wicca contact in Calgary. Good thing he did, I'd almost forgotten. I told him I'd try to have a name by the weekend.

That night when I got home, I stopped by my parents' place and asked Mom if she knew somebody in Calgary who could answer Ben's questions. She gave me the name and phone number of a lady, Beth Richards, she said she'd met at a conference who impressed her with her sincerity and devotion to the Goddess. She laughed when she said 'networking' as it's called now, is literally as old as the hills.

The rest of the week flew by. We started winterizing the Park that week, so work got busy again. Roy called once to confirm Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated the first Monday in October). Because I had to work right through, he and Patty wouldn't come down until Sunday afternoon. We would celebrate Thanksgiving a day early; they would stay over night, and return to the base on the Holiday Monday. It would be a short visit because I had to work the next day, too. He said he'd have news for me when they came on Sunday.

We called Carol or, rather, Diane called her, on Saturday night. Carol had received her pictures and was ecstatic, gushing over Diane like a sixteen year old over his first girl friend (I know, because that kid was me!). Listening to the two of them mooning on the phone was a real turn on for me, and that night it was me who could hardly wait to get Diane alone and fuck her brains out. Turned out she was as much turned on as me, and maybe more so. She still had her brain the next day, but she did wake up one very contented lady. I could hardly walk... 

During our conversation with Carol, she told us Ben was more ill than she'd been told before she went East, and he didn't think he'd make a year, let alone the two they'd given him. She was very worried, but resigned to the inevitable. She made us promise we'd come to her whenever she called. As I'd already made that promise to Ben, for her to ask was a no-brainer. She said her period should have started by now, but hadn't, so she was sure she was definitely pregnant. Ben came on the line briefly to say he could tell she was because she simply glowed with that happiness only pregnant ladies have. We had a chuckle then Ben excused himself, saying he had to take his medication. Before he hung up, I gave him Beth Richards' phone number, and told him Mom thought highly of her.

The rest of the conversation was a chorus of 'I love you' and a lot of just heavy breathing -- and not just between the girls. I missed Carol as much as Diane. I felt like a teenager again, just listening to my light o' love breathing over the phone, and now I had two of them again. I was getting impatient for the third one, though.

Sunday, I played hooky from work, booking off sick in the afternoon to be home when Roy and Patty arrived. We had so much news, I wanted as much time with them as I could get. They arrived early, shortly after lunch, so we had quite a bit of time to catch up. Rhiannon grabbed the kids and they all ran off to play, even the older ones. They just loved he farm, and could spend hours just poking around the fields. Jenny hung around with the adults until Diane put her down for her nap.

Roy brought me up to speed on the developments in the document rigging scandal. The old sergeant had indeed turned over on his old CO, and told everything he knew. Apparently I wasn't the only one over the years he'd helped or hindered with his meddling. It didn't look like they'd need those statements after all. They had a pretty good case without them. I said one witness would be glad to hear that, as she was afraid she'd have to testify when she really didn't want to have to see that man ever again.

The MP's and the Mounties were looking for Scott, but he'd disappeared. On a hunch, I told Roy if they wanted to pursue it, they might look for him in Florida where he once lived while working on Apollo. Roy hadn't heard any more on his enquiry about the Army following up on an old rape case from the War, and apologized for not calling. I told him there was no great rush, as the victim and witness were still deciding what, if anything they wanted to do. Whether they caught him or not, Scott was finished and out of our lives.

That out of the way, I told Roy and Patty why this thing with Scott had been so important to me, aside from his meddling with my documents, and that my rescue of their own relationship had been the beginning of the end for mine. Sparing no detail, for the second time in as many weeks, I laid it all out, including the multiple marriage at age sixteen, everything, right up to the present where we had discredited Scott and reclaimed Carol's soul. Diane helped me by being by my side and supportive. Needless to say, Roy and Patty were astounded at my story, and even more so when Diane spoke up and said she not only accepted the situation, but fully expected it to resume in the near future, and it was she who told them of Carol's 'plot' to have a baby that was actually the catalyst to get us all back together. When I finished my story, and Diane had told her bit, Roy asked, incredulously.

"So let me recap to see if I get this straight — when you were sixteen, the year before I met you, you married two sisters, right? <I nodded.> That lasted a year until the old colonel did his damnedest to wreck it, is that right? <I nodded again.> And now, after twenty years, you're getting back together? <I nodded yet again> And Diane, you not only accept this, you want to be part of it? <Diane nodded.> And now one of your former wives is pregnant by you?"

"She's not a 'former' wife at all, Roy. We were never divorced, just a prolonged and painful separation. I never stopped loving her, and she never stopped loving me. The other one is coming home, too. I never stopped loving her, either, and she has never stopped loving me."

"And what about Diane?"

"I love Diane Marie as much as I love the others, and she loves me, don't you, Hon?"

Diane nodded, tears in her eyes, afraid Roy, one of our oldest and dearest friends, was going to turn his back on us.

"It's true, Roy, and I love those other girls, too. Would you like to see them?"

Diane had Mom's photo album clutched to her breast, almost protectively.

"Sure, we want to see them, but first, I think I should say something to ease Diane's obvious fear. Diane -- Patty and I owe Dave our marriage and our kids. We never knew until now how much that cost him. From the way he tells the story, he and those girls obviously loved each other very much, perhaps more than Patty and I love each other, and that's saying something. How could I ever turn my back on a friend who gave up all that for me? Sure, his marriage was unconventional, but at the time, Patty's and my interracial relationship was also considered unconventional and in some circles, taboo. If you're happy with him resuming that marriage after all these years, and want to be a part of it, then who am I to say nay?"

Patty, who hadn't said a word through my whole story, finally entered the conversation. I'd been focused on Roy, and had largely ignored her. I looked at her as she cleared her throat to speak, and saw for the first time huge tears rolling down her cheeks. There was a real catch in her voice as she spoke. "D-Dave? Y-you lost all that for us? And you still call us friends? I think if that had been me or Roy, we'd have turned away, realizing we'd lost so much to help someone we hardly knew. We owe you more than ever, now"

"Patty, I could never turn away from a friend. Yes, my helping you was the beginning of the end for me, but you and Roy are a success, and I take great pleasure from that, because in the midst of my own tragedy, some good did prevail. And whether you know it or not, any debt you think you may have owed has been handsomely repaid, for it was Roy's information last July that led to our reconciliation by giving me the incentive to finally go after the old bastard. I don't want to beat a dead horse here, and I'd like to wrap this up for now. I'm sure you have other questions or will have as this all sinks in. While you're here, if you think of something, feel free to ask or comment. Now, for Diane Marie's sake, I must ask this one question: are we still friends?"

Patty's answer was non-verbal. She flew out of her chair and threw her arms around me in a gigantic hug, and laid a big kiss on my lips, then did the same for Diane. Roy laughed as he rose from his chair and clapped me warmly on the shoulder. Then he went to Diane and gave her a warm hug. "There's your answer! Now, do we get to see these girls all this fuss is about?"

Diane showed them the prom pictures, and assured them that the girls had hardly changed and these twenty year old photos were a fair representation of them now. As they leafed through the album, both Patty and Roy used the same word repeatedly. "Beautiful! Beautiful!" When they were finished with the pictures, Roy grinned and said.

"No fuckin' wonder you want those girls back! They're HOT!"

Diane and Patty headed for the kitchen to work on our thanksgiving feast. Roy and I sat and visited until Mom and Dad came over. The kids all came in from their adventures and made a fuss over Mom and Dad. Shortly, the girls called us to table. Dad asked the Goddess to bless our food and thanked her for good friends, and a re-united family.

My Girls (My Girls!) weren't home yet, but they were coming sooner or later (and we ALL know, with women sooner means NOW. <Grin>), new babies were on the way, old friends accepted our situation, and the future looked a lot brighter. Thanksgiving at the Lloyd's that year was truly a time of joy and thanksgiving.



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Chapter 63


Thanksgiving was a happy time for us this year. Friends and family joined us and we had a wonderful fellowship. My old marriage was well on the way to being fully resurrected, and new babies were coming. Life was good, very, very good, and could only get better.

After Thanksgiving, the Park closed for the season, and I wouldn't have to return to work until mid-February to do my winter shift. I now had the equivalent of four months paid leave to get started on my Quest to find Paul Koorstis. I had no idea where to begin, despite my brave words to the aunts, and asked Dad where he thought I should start. He suggested I go to the Registry offices in the counties where we thought he may have lived, and do a name search.

This was pre-911. That event had far-reaching effects even in Canada. In 1985, anyone could go into any Registry and for a small fee you could look up information on anyone or anything you wanted. Now it's restricted to property searches, and even then there are restrictions. Searches on people are difficult even for the actual person themselves.

The first few days I was off, I spent around home, catching up on all those small jobs that were left undone over the summer. I was planning on getting into horses through the influence of my friend and hunting partner, Bob. In the twenty years since Dad last ran stock, the fences had deteriorated badly, and the fence lines had become overgrown. I always found it odd that Dad lost interest in farming at the same time I lost the girls. He claimed it was the work and depressed markets, but I often wondered. Now that it looked like we had Carol back at the very least, his interest seemed to reappear. He took great interest in scouting around the fences and making suggestions. We finally decided which fences would go back up to secure pasture, and those fence lines were put on the list of locations to clear and cut for firewood when we started cutting in November. The actual fence building would be done in the spring when the ground was soft enough to dig.

I had to plan with my tenant farmer a crop rotation that would allow me to grow enough hay to feed four to six full-size draught horses. We also needed to rework the land use agreement with him so he would take the hay off for me, such that I wouldn't have to buy expensive equipment. Kenny, the tenant, was happy to work out a new agreement, and we came to an arrangement that benefited both parties.

Ben called the day after Thanksgiving while Carol was at their office. She still had quite a bit of paperwork to do. The company was still a working one regardless of being up for sale or not. Payrolls still had to be met, jobs bid on, and bills paid. Ben had an excellent field staff, but his office was undermanned without Carol going in at least a couple half-days per week.

Ben and Carol had no secrets at all any more and talked openly now about his illness and how fast it was progressing, but Ben still liked to call me privately for man-to-man chats. We were becoming very close despite never having actually met. If I told him something interesting he passed it along to her, as Carol now knew about our conversations. She often left a message with Ben if she'd forgotten to tell us something on her weekend calls, or something couldn't wait until the next one. Due to costs, we had all agreed to keep the calls to once a week except for emergencies. Besides, limiting ourselves to once per week gave us something to actually talk about and to genuinely look forward to. Ben usually called me on Tuesday's around noon our time and we called Carol Saturday evening between eight and nine. Ben often participated in the weekend calls, and he and Diane became good friends, too.

This Tuesday, Ben sounded unusually weak, and when I asked him about it, he said he was still tired from the weekend. They had held Thanksgiving with his sons and their girl friends. It had been a busy time, he said, and left him exhausted. I was very concerned about him, but he said a little rest and he'd be fine. He said the pain wasn't as bad as it had been, and his doctor had changed his prescription. He thought maybe the new prescription had something to do with him being tired and sleepy. I didn't like the sound of that; it sounded to me like Ben was on a pretty heavy narcotic for his pain, and was brushing it off with me. He was upbeat, though, and went on about the change in Carol and how well she looked as a pregnant lady.

He asked about some of the more specific details of my marriage to the girls, and I regaled him with some of the funnier things we'd done or had happen, whether it was during some torrid lovemaking or not. Ben was one of those friends you could get into stroke-by-stroke detail and not feel embarrassed. We had a few good laughs. I think he was trying to make the full connection to us, and he was certainly succeeding from my perspective, at least. He didn't have much news, just wanted to visit. I had some news, and told him what Roy told me about Scott being in deeper trouble than just what he did to me, and that he had disappeared. Just before we hung up, he thanked me for Beth's phone number. He said he'd called her to arrange a meeting and when he mentioned she was referred to him by Lori Lloyd, she couldn't make one fast enough. It seems Mom was very highly regarded indeed among the Wicca, and mere mention of her name seemed to open doors. I hadn't known this about Mom, but then I hadn't followed her career as a Priestess all that closely, either.

Once Dad and I got the plans for the pasture fencing done, and I got caught up on the little jobs around the house (you know the ones -- leaky faucets, squeaky hinges, etc.), I was able to concentrate on the future. One of the issues to be resolved for the future would be sleeping arrangements once everyone was home.

Diane and I talked about it and I ordered a king-size bed for our room. We moved our old queen size to the spare room. When it was brought in originally, we had to remove the banister to get the box spring up. I wasn't doing that again — we had completely refinished that banister and railing while we had it out, paying big money to have it professionally done. Strangely enough, the king size, with the box spring built in two halves, went up the stairs easily. The bed was reasonably priced from a company that specialized in beds, that also delivered and installed it for free, but the linens cost a small fortune. It was hard to find a plastic mattress cover to fit a king size bed, but we finally did. It wouldn't do to pay the money we did for a big bed and ruin it the first night we used it... The first time we slept in it, Diane and I felt lost in what seemed like a half acre of bed. We both agreed we needed at least one, and preferably two more female-type bodies in it to make it cozy.

We ordered two sets of bunk beds, each of which was actually two small singles stacked, for Rhiannon's room, as a temporary measure. Our thinking was that having them all sleep in the same room would let Riekie's kids get to know our two a little better. When the beds were delivered, because the kids were still so young, we decided against setting them up as bunks as unsafe, and instead arranged the room as four small singles. That's the beauty of that big old house. The bedrooms were as large as the downstairs rooms. We were able to set up the four beds along one wall with just enough space to walk between them. It looked like a barracks when we finished. Each child had a small chest of drawers on the opposite wall facing their bed. I also installed a second bar in the closet at waist height, doubling the hanger space for kids' clothes. It was tight, but it would work in the short term

I don't know why, but we just assumed Riekie would have custody of her children, and we based our preparations on that. They were all still small and could make do in the reduced space. As they got older, the kids were all going to want to have more space, and then there were the new twins to consider as they got older, too. We kept the spare room for use as a guest room, but sooner or later we would have to incorporate it into family use.

We would be moving Jenny into the kids' room soon as we needed her room as the nursery again. We made some tentative plans how to arrange it, but wanted to discuss it with Carol too. After all, they were her babies and we still had several months to set it up! Again, we weren't sure if Carol and our twins would be with us while they were still infants requiring a nursery, but a little forethought can prevent major upsets.

We even got new furniture for the big living room. Diane had been complaining for some time about the state the old was in. Mom had left it for us when they moved to the new house, but it was now old and beat up. We got a sturdy set that would stand up to kids and pets, and the couch folded out into a double bed for when the house was full of guests.

I know, maybe we were getting a little ahead of ourselves, but Diane and I got caught up in our enthusiasm and optimism for the future represented by the new twins Carol was carrying. We made our plans and changed the house around as if everyone would be home almost immediately. Once again, the Regiment's motto seemed appropriate — Paratus!

Diane's birthday in the second half of October got me thinking, so I paid a visit to my jeweler friend. I described what I wanted, and he promised he'd have my gifts ready in time. As always, he was as good as his word. Well! You should gave seen the look on her face when she opened her birthday presents! She was overjoyed! I did go a little overboard, but the thank you I got that night left me almost bowlegged for days. She got two gifts — a heart-shaped silver locket with a small moonstone set in the face inscribed inside with 'Diane Marie, I Love You Forever, David', and a silver bracelet to match. She knew they matched the ones Carol and Riekie had, and was tickled pink that she now had the same as them. Like them, they became permanent fixtures on her person.

I finally got some time near the end of October to start my Quest in earnest. I visited the Registry office in the small city near us where Paul Koorstis was last rumoured to have lived. This allowed me to kill two birds with one stone. It was also the Registry where Diane's birth certificate was filed. I took her completed application with me to get her replacement document.

I also wanted to track down her biological father, Paul Curtis. I had an idea she should get reacquainted with him, especially after the trauma caused by her step-father, but I first wanted to talk to the man and learn, hopefully, some of the details of his estrangement from Diane's mother. Shirley would rarely talk about her previous marriage, but Judy, Diane's older sister, retained warm memories of their father. Diane had been too young to remember much except she had felt loved. I had always suspected Shirley of complicity or at least a conspiracy of silence over the girls' abuse, and wanted to learn more.

As I found out later, when I asked her why she really wanted her birth certificate, Diane told me she had similar thoughts about her mother, especially the way Judy's pregnancy had been handled, and was exceedingly angry with the woman. From Diane's perspective she had obviously known about the abuse, and done nothing to stop it, whether out of fear of Pete herself, stupidity or culpability. Both Diane and I favoured the latter.

I never cared for Shirley much myself — she came across as a bubble-headed ninny who never seemed to have an original thought of her own, but also seemed devious. She'd never look a person straight in the eye. Even after Pete was dead and gone, Shirley wouldn't talk about the abuse, and on one occasion I heard her make a snide remark about Judy that she brought it on herself, and she should just keep her mouth shut. Anyway, Diane thought she needed it to give to our lawyer to divorce her mother! Even though she was an adult, and didn't really need to divorce her mother, she had decided she wanted ALL ties with the woman severed.

Wanting to get Diane's documentation out of the way first, and figuring the information on her father would be the easiest to locate, I started with that before I looked for anything on Paul Koorstis. This Registry wasn't computerized yet, and all their files were real hard copy.

After I showed the application to the clerk and paid my fee, she brought Diane's file out and started typing up the new birth certificate. I leafed through the file looking for anything that would help me find her father. We knew he still lived in or near the city, but that was all. Shirley had always maintained it was a bad split, and he ran off and hid, but she saw him around enough to know he was in the area. Sure enough, his last known address was there on Diane's birth registration form. There was some other interesting stuff, too, that maybe should not have been in her general file. I found an interesting document and asked if I could get a photo copy. The clerk, too busy to check what I wanted copied, just pointed at the coin operated copy machine and told me to do it myself.

When she finished with Diane's certificate and handed it to me, I had her pull some other files I was interested in as part of my Quest. It cost two dollars per search, and was worth every cent. One of the documents I searched was the property listed as Diane's father's last known address, and lo and behold! He still owned it! Whether he still lived there, or if he rented it out now, was another question, but there was a current phone number listed for the owner on the tax roll, which I quickly noted down and I also noted that the taxes were up-to-date. I was amazed at how easy it was to locate Diane's father. I hoped talking to him would be as easy. Locating Paul Koorstis might not be so easy, but I was hopeful now.

I had the clerk pull a few more files and documents, and checked them all closely. What I found was very promising, but it was getting late, the office was closing, and I wanted to call Mr. Curtis before returning home. Satisfied, I copied a couple more documents I thought might be useful, and left to find a phone.

I found a pay phone just outside the building where I could talk privately, and dialed the number I had written down. A pleasant sounding male voice answered the phone. I detected a bit of an accent I might have placed as Irish, not surprising with a name like Curtis. I asked if this was Paul Curtis, formerly married to one Shirley Boyde. He said he was, so I identified myself by name and as his youngest daughter Diane's husband; would he see me? He was very courteous and also curious and said yes, 'would you like to come over now?' I asked directions, and the address he gave me was the same one! He'd never moved! Shirley had lied, I figured so the kids wouldn't try to find him, not surprising to me at all. She hadn't counted on someone like me finding him.

I knew the area of the city Paul Curtis lived in, and found the house easily. It was a nice, well-kept smaller home, and reflected pride of ownership. Mr. Curtis answered the door promptly and greeted me warmly. He looked vaguely familiar, and I was surprised at his apparent age. He looked to be a man in his sixties. Given Diane's age, I thought he'd be younger. His handshake was warm and firm. I recognized where Diane got her lively brown eyes from, and other similarities. Paul's eyes held old pain of a deep loss, and I warmed to the man almost instantly. When he asked me in, I was pleased to enter his home -- not a house, a home. There was warmth and good humour inside these walls, and I relaxed at once. Once I was comfortably seated, he asked me why I had looked him up when he'd had no contact with his children since Shirley left him twenty seven years before.

I told him I had a feeling there was more to him than I'd heard, and I was curious. I also told him Diane wanted to know more about her origins because of some recent developments in our lives. I then went on to tell him about Pete's abuse, and that I suspected Shirley of complicity. He was outraged that his daughters had been treated that way, and said it didn't surprise him about Shirley. He thought she was someone different when he married her, but she quickly changed after the girls were born. She became, for lack of a better term, a 'loose woman'. He was a much more tolerant man than me, putting up with her many indiscretions. The end came when she took up with 'that boorish Polish immigrant who dominated her completely'. They separated and divorced quickly, and she never even asked for child support. He had tried to see his children on different occasions, but every time was slapped with a restraining order on some cobbled up charge, and he never saw them again. He was so disillusioned with women, he never remarried. We had quite a long conversation, and I was impressed with this lonely man. I sensed he missed his children very much.

I asked him if he'd like to meet his daughter and grand children. His eyes lit up at the mention of grandchildren, and he said he'd like that very much. I invited him to dinner on Sunday, and he graciously, almost eagerly accepted. I gave him directions to the farm, telling him to arrive early so he could meet the whole family, including my parents, and gave him our phone number if he got lost.

I really liked this gentleman, and thought he'd be good for Diane. Then I showed him the document I copied from Diane's file and asked him to verify the information on it. He showed no hesitation and confirmed the information was accurate. He did ask why I was so interested, and I said it had caught my eye when I looked through Diane's file, and was intrigued. I was already way later than I expected, and Diane would be getting worried; I asked if I could call her to tell her I was OK. He let me use his phone to call home. I just told Diane I was running late and not to worry. I then confirmed our Sunday dinner date with him, and left.

Diane and I had talked about the possibility of seeing her real father, but we doubted it would ever really happen. When I got home, I had to pry a couple happy kids off me before I could get near my sweet wife. She was a little miffed at me for being late for supper, but glad I'd called to let her know. After supper I helped Rhiannon with a school project and helped her with her spelling. Jenny wanted to cuddle on my lap and have a story read to her. She had her favourite Dr. Sousse book in her hand as she crawled onto my knee, already in her jammies. I didn't get halfway through the story before she was sound asleep. She fell asleep at almost the same point in the book every night... I carried Jen to her bed and tucked her in, giving her a kiss when she reached pudgy arms to hug me. Happy, she settled down into a sound sleep. Rhiannon went off to nod-nod land a little while later, tucked in by Mommy and Daddy.

With the kids in bed, I sat Diane down and told her about my day at the Registry office. She was glad I'd made progress on my Quest, and then I dropped my bombshell on her.

Very nonchalantly, I said, "Oh, by the way, Hon, we're having a guest for dinner on Sunday. I want Mom and Dad over, too, to meet him."

"Now who've you invited, David? You're always bringing people home." Yeah, I have a bit of a reputation for picking up strays.

I told her, trying to act very casual, as if it was truly unimportant, "Oh, no one special, I think you'll like him — it's your father."

Diane's jaw clanked off the floor. There was a brief silence as she collected her wits, then with obvious effort, she gasped. "My... my father? My real father? How... ?"

"Yes, Honey, your real father. He's a very nice man, and he wants to see you very much. Your mother and Pete wouldn't let him see you after they split up, although he wanted to very much. Any time he tried, they came up with some legal block, and eventually he gave up, but he never forgot. To show you how devious they were, remember your mother saying she had no idea where your father was, and that he was hiding from paying support?"

"Yes, she tried to turn us against him, but Judy remembered enough to keep us from falling for it completely."

"Well, he still lives in the same house you vaguely remember. He worked at the same job from which he just retired after thirty five years, and kept all his old activities and friends. He claims, and I believe him, when they divorced, your mother never asked for a cent of support -- she wanted the split to be complete. He never tried to hide from anyone because he had no need. He was in plain sight the whole time; it was your mother and Pete who hid you from him.

"So, do you want to meet him, or will I call him and cancel out? He's really looking forward to meeting his grandchildren. You should have seen his eyes light up when I mentioned them!"

"I don't know what to say, David. This is so sudden. I've always wanted to meet him again, or at least I thought I did, but now I'm scared."

I hugged her to me and kissed the top of her pretty head. "I understand. I shouldn't have done it without talking to you first, but when I found him so easily, I couldn't resist. I just knew there was more to him than your mother told you."

"That's OK, David, sweetheart, it was probably the best way to do it. Now I don't have to worry about should I or shouldn't I? Now it's just waiting nervously for the moment and making sure everything's perfect for Sunday dinner."

Typical of the female of the species, she had to make the proper social impression on her guest. Then she squealed in delight! "EEEE! Just wait until Carol Anne hears about this! She's just gonna simply die!" She got serious again. "What will we tell the kids, especially Rhiannon? She remembers Pete as her grandfather."

"Jenny will be no problem. She'll just meet her Grandpa. We'll tell Rhiannon the truth. After what she heard last month, I don't think you could shock her any more. Too bad we don't know how to contact Judy. I bet she'd want to meet him too." After her revelation last Christmas about their step-father abusing them Judy and her husband Jim had virtually disappeared.

Diane giggled. "You're probably right. With her Sight, Rhiannon might even know already. Yeah, I wonder where Judy is? I know she said she had to get away to sort things out herself, but it's not like her to stay away this long without even a phone call."

"Well, I don't think they're dead. Somebody would have called us for sure. I bet Jim took her to that hideaway Merle Waggar and he built in the North Country. Only Waggar and his brother Bob might know for sure, and they're not talking. I saw Bob the other day, and he said he hadn't heard from them, but I got the feeling he knew more than he was telling. Remember, Judy loves that place because it's so remote with no phones. We won't see or hear from them until she's ready, and I don't think there's any point in sending a message with Bob."

Diane sighed, "When she does show up, it's gonna be a shock to her, that's for sure."

Rhiannon didn't know — from her Sight, anyway, so when she got home from school the next day, we told her about her 'real' Grandpa coming on Sunday. She took it like a trooper, and looked forward to meeting her grandfather. I told Mom and Dad the next day, too, and made sure they would be there on Sunday as well. Mom saw Diane every day, and was there for her if she felt nervous or worried.

We all waited for the weekend in suspense.

Thursday was Hallowe'en, and the kids got all dressed up. We took them over to my parents' then Heather's, and from there into town to do their trick or treating. They scored big time on candies and other treats. When they got home, Diane and I confiscated their booty to be rationed. They had a very good time and were cute as buttons in their costumes.

Saturday night, we called Carol, and told her our latest development. She was ecstatic for Diane, and wished she could be there, too. Ben hadn't called on Tuesday, and I was worried. Carol said he was ill on Tuesday, and didn't feel up to it, but he seemed better today. We asked, as we did every time we talked, if there was any more word from Riekie. The last we'd heard was a quick note of ecstatic congratulations acknowledging receipt of Carol's 'WE DID IT... ' message, and a couple short notes saying her divorce was proceeding as quickly as the Manitoba courts would allow, and that she was getting impatient -- not much, but enough to keep us all buoyed up in anticipation. Ben came on toward the end of the call and told me he was talking to Beth regularly, both on the phone and in person. He'd been well enough a couple times to go to her home and meet with her. He said he was learning a lot, and was very impressed. We all hung up on an upbeat, with Carol making us promise to call her tomorrow night despite it not being a 'scheduled' call, to let them know how things went. We ended with a lot of 'I love you' and noisy phone kisses.

Sunday afternoon arrived. Mom and Dad were already at the house, and we all waited nervously for Diane's father to arrive. Finally an unfamiliar car pulled into the lane and stopped next to my truck. Paul Curtis got out of the car as I walked out to greet him. We shook hands warmly, and I escorted him to the house to meet his family. Before we went in, he got a bag of something from the back seat and a package, obviously flowers, from the florist's logo on the wrapper, but I couldn't see what kind they were.

When we entered the house, Diane and the kids waited in the hall, and Mom and Dad stayed in the living room, being discrete until Diane and the kids had been introduced. When Paul Curtis met his daughter, he sucked his breath in and held it, something she did when faced by something momentous. When he released his breath, he uttered one word. "Beautiful!", then he shook his head as if emerging from a dream and apologized for forgetting his manners.

I introduced them one at a time. Diane couldn't take her eyes off her father. She was very nervous then a tear showed in the corner of her eye. She didn't wait any longer. She ran to her father, threw her arms around his waist and cried, "Daddy!" She recognized him after all those years, and it was a happy recognition! The kids, seeing their mother's reaction, each grabbed a leg and called him 'Grampa'. Paul Curtis had tears in his own eyes as he enfolded Diane in his arms and kissed the top of her pretty head and whispered, "Hello, Muffin."

Diane finally broke from her father long enough to actually act the hostess, and called Mom and Dad out to meet her 'Daddy'. These introductions went exceedingly well. Paul and Dad hit it off immediately, and Paul made Mom swoon with his compliments. He then produced the flowers for Diane, but told her she had to give one to the beautiful lady she called Mom. Diane opened the wrapper. There were thirteen yellow roses, both her and Mom's favourites. Both women were ecstatic. Then Paul reached in the bag and handed Diane an old teddy bear, saying, "This was yours once upon a time, Muffin."

She almost grabbed it, she was suddenly so eager, and clasped the bear tightly to her breast, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Rascal!"

Well, at least I learned the origin of a pet name!

The rest of the day was a huge success. Diane and Paul reconnected as father and daughter. I thought Dad might feel left out, but Diane made it clear she now had TWO fathers, and made both men extremely happy. The kids loved their new grandfather, and having two grandfathers now, there wasn't any fighting over who was sitting on Grampa's or Poppy's lap. By some unspoken tacit agreement, they just switched wordlessly. Kids!

Diane's dinner, served at the big dining room table was another huge success, but Paul did complain just before dessert with a laugh, saying he'd have been happier in the kitchen. Diane hugged him as she got up to clear the dishes for dessert. "Today, you're special, Daddy. After this, you're just another member of the family and you'll get the normal kitchen treatment including Hamburger Helper!"

After supper, Mom rose and indicated quiet. We all became silent, even those rambunctious kids of mine. Mom raised her arms and declared, "Let us thank the Goddess for this day! Father and child re-united, good food, good friends, and a family becoming whole again."

The rest of us bowed our heads and quietly said our thanks, but Paul sat there with a stunned look on his face.

I thought I heard him whisper to himself, but wasn't sure if I heard him right or if it was my own wishful thinking, to help explain Diane and Rhiannon's Old Blood and the talents they had. "The Goddess? It can't be! It's been so long!"

I took pity on him, and explained that in this house, we served the Old Ways and venerated the Goddess. If that offended him, we were sorry, but we were tolerant of our Christian neighbours, even if they weren't of us. He smiled and simply said. "To each his own. I have my own beliefs, too."

Too soon it was time for her father to leave. Diane didn't want to let him go, and clung to him. She'd found something she thought she'd lost as a child, and now that it was re-found, didn't want to lose it again. She extracted a promise that he come again next weekend, and he was to stay over from Saturday. And so Paul Curtis became a fixture in our lives every weekend. Diane called him during the first week and told him in no uncertain terms he was to come Friday night, and stay 'til Sunday, so she and the kids could get to know him better. So much for my darling wife being scared to meet her father.

And what of me? I got loved into immobility for finding her father and returning him to her. It was so good, I began to cast about for other good deeds I could perform for her... <Grin> Only one problem — I had a new bunkmate, name of 'Rascal Bear', not to be confused with 'Rascal Sweet Prince'. Diane took him every where except the shower, Rascal Bear, that is. Rascal Sweet Prince got sent to the showers a lot... 

That night, after Paul left, we made our special call to Carol to let her know how things went. She could tell as soon as she answered the phone by Diane's squeal of glee and the happy chatter of the kids. We were on the speaker phone, and my folks were there, too. Carol was overjoyed at how well things went. She put a little damper on things when she asked if he knew about ALL of us. I told her it was a little soon to break that kind of news to him, but I was sure he'd be OK with it, and to trust me on this. I'd know when to tell him.

I noted that despite our good news and how happy she was with it, that Carol seemed a little preoccupied. I asked for Ben. He couldn't come to the phone. He was in a great deal of pain tonight, and she had had to give him extra medication. He was sleeping now. She said Beth had been over earlier and spent quite some time with Ben. He seemed a lot happier after she left. Carol said it was the first she'd actually met Beth, and liked her. Mom told Carol if she thought she needed some spiritual guidance or just a shoulder to cry on, that Beth would be good for her, too, and could also work with her in her pregnancy. Carol liked that. She said she was starting to get some morning sickness, but not bad. We ended our call on a slightly more sombre note than we'd started with, but there was the usual chorus of 'I love you!' and the noisy phone kisses. Diane switched to the standard phone to say her own goodbye to Carol. Those two were getting VERY close, and I loved it.

Tuesday, Ben was well enough to call me again. He quizzed me about Diane's dad, and accepted my word that he was a GOOD man, and he'd be OK once he learned of the marriage situation. Ben said they'd received another note from Riekie saying things were progressing, and it looked like she'd be finalized by Christmas like she wanted.

November was a busy month. Dad and I cut wood and cleared the fence lines every day. We did take some time out the first week to do some deer hunting. I got a nice buck, and Dad bagged a doe (Better eating, David!), filling the freezer for another year. Our whole family loved venison, and we hoped My Girls would remember their taste for it when they came home for good.

Remembrance Day fell on a Monday. Remembrance Day falls on Nov. 11 each year, and the whole country stops for a two minute silence at 11:00AM local time. It marks the beginning of the Armistice that ended the fighting in WWI at 'the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month' in 1918. Dad and I took the time to go to the Legion service at the Cenotaph to remember the fallen in all the wars Canada has fought in. Dad was a veteran of WWII, and thought it his duty to attend. I feel it is my duty as a citizen to participate and remember those who fought for freedom and those who have fallen keeping the peace in recent times. As I said my Dad was a veteran (Air Force), and he raised me to respect the Flag, love my country, and tell all those bleeding heart lib-left jerk-offs to eat my shorts.

It's not a full-blown holiday, but all Federal and Provincial Services are closed for the day. Hell, they even close the Beer Store and the Liquor Store! It's a day of military pageantry and solemn services. It is generally felt that Canada came of age as a Nation in the crucible of the Great War, at places like the Somme and Vimy Ridge. It also serves as our Veterans Day, and we celebrate those who have served and continue to serve their country. The red poppy that symbolizes remembrance and was immortalized in the poem 'In Flanders Fields' by John MacRae, is sold on every street corner, and most small stores by members of the Canadian Legion, the Veterans' private organization, in the country for a couple weeks before the main day. I usually get one for every jacket and hat I own. The proceeds ALL go to helping Veterans. The number of veterans able to attend dwindles each year as old soldiers succumb to injuries, disease, and age.

Paul was there every weekend, and pitched in to help Dad and me on the Saturdays. He and Dad became fast, firm friends. Diane's relationship with her father deepened, but she kept a special place in her heart for Dad, too. She was still one of His Daughters.

We kept up our weekly calls to Carol, and Ben called me every Tuesday when he was able, but I sensed he was starting to fade. We could feel the strain on Carol, especially when she had to deal with the morning sickness, and it broke our hearts we couldn't be there for her. Ben kept a brave face, as did Carol, but I began to wonder just how long he really had. The business finally sold for a very good price, and Carol didn't have to go into the office anymore, so she was able to devote more time to nursing Ben. He seemed to rally near the end of the month, and sounded more like his old self. Carol said Beth was a help, too, and had given her some herbal preparations that eased the morning sickness a lot.

About the middle of the month Diane informed me she was going off the Pill, saying, "We wanted more children, even before Carol Anne got pregnant. I don't want our next one to have as much age difference between him and Jenny as there is between her and Rhiannon. Besides, Carol Anne can't have all the fun..."

Diane had been on the Pill our entire marriage except for the times we had the two children. She appeared to have no ill effects from them, and as we were now sure she was a Princess, realized that this would be good news for Carol and Riekie, too. To the best of my knowledge, neither had tried it after Dad recommended against it after Carol's extremely negative reaction to prophylactics. Carol certainly had never been on the Pill because in her mental state there had been no need. I wasn't sure about Riekie. Married, with two children, and her medical background, I suspected she was well aware the Pill was safe for them, and probably used it, because they never had any other children.

Also near the end of the month, I called the aunts and invited them for a weekend at the farm. Diane had been bugging me to have them up ever since the funeral. It was time for them to meet the family, and what better time to do it than during the Christmas season? They were hesitant about the long drive, but I had the time now, so I said I'd drive down and bring them back. They didn't want to ride in my old truck, so I said I'd bring Dad's new car. They finally agreed, and I set a date for the second weekend in December. I'd come down Thursday, stay over, and we'd leave Friday morning. They could stay as long as they liked. We caught up on all the news, which wasn't much because Carol had been calling them once a week, too, but I did tell them Diane had got back with her real father. He was part of the family now, and they'd meet him while they were here. They asked about my Quest and I told them I was making better progress than I thought, but didn't have any real news yet. With that, we hung up.

Paul was a regular every weekend now, and the spare room became his. He always made himself scarce with Dad when we made our weekly call to Carol, sensing it was a private thing.

The last weekend of November, I told the girls and Ben during our Saturday night call that next weekend was to be the tell-all for Paul, and Carol was to set it up by making some obvious remark over the phone that would make it clear there was more to us than a friendship that had us calling each other once per week. We would be on the speakerphone for a change. We had already introduced Carol and Ben the week before as very special friends, so he could be with us when we called next week.

Carol announced that she was starting to show noticeably now, the morning sickness had eased considerably, and her doctor said she was doing very well. Ben said she was still glowing, and he still couldn't get over the change in her. Ben seemed somewhat better, although very weak, and we ended on a high note with many an 'I love you' and the usual noisy phone kisses. Carol and Diane had their now usual private moment at the end of the call, and as usual, it ended with sweet nothings and a tender phone kiss. Those two were hopelessly in love.

Diane and I could hardly wait for the next weekend to come. We were looking forward to being able to share our whole life with her father and the opportunity to be completely open with him. Our lovemaking that week was extremely intense and noisy. Even when Paul was there, we never stopped showing our love for each other, and some nights had been rather loud. The first time Paul had experienced our loud, joyful lovemaking, we'd got a very raised eyebrow at breakfast, but now we'd just get a chuckle and a "Good night, eh?" I overheard him talking to Dad one day, and whatever he said, Dad just replied, "You don't know the half of it."

That week, Dad and I finished the wood for the season. We'd haul it up in the spring. We'd made good progress on clearing the fence lines, too, and they were almost ready to run the new electric fence in the spring.

Paul arrived as usual Friday night to hugs and kisses from Diane and the kids. He simply beamed when Diane said, "Good to have you home again, Daddy."

Friday nights had become Paul and Diane's night to be together, and would often find them just cuddling on the couch. She looked so much like a little girl at those times, my heart melted. I borrowed Dad's camera and captured some of those images on film. I sent some of them to Carol. She told me she switched one of those for her favourite erotic photo because it made her love Diane even more, just as it had me.

Saturday, Paul helped Dad and I finish clearing the last fence line. The weather was starting to get quite cold, and we were glad to get back into a warm house. Diane and Mom had a nice hot supper waiting for us, a nice roast of this year's venison. Paul had never eaten venison before, but declared he loved it. He went back for thirds on the meat, so I guess he did.

We called Carol a little earlier than usual so the kids could be in on it. We had told my folks and Rhiannon earlier in the week that tonight we were going to let Paul know everything. We weren't sure how he'd react, but in for a penny, in for a pound.



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Chapter 64


The phone rang a number of times before someone answered. Ben actually answered himself for a change. He apologized for being slow answering. They weren't expecting us to call so early, and had been busy while Carol changed his dressing. This was the first I'd heard of a dressing, and he said one of the old lesions had ulcerated and wouldn't heal. He sounded upbeat and lively, tonight, though, so we carried on the conversation. He knew Mom and Dad by now, and of course Diane and the kids. He'd been introduced to Paul a couple weeks earlier. He said Carol would be right with us; she had to put her 'doctor kit' away.

Soon Carol joined us, and everyone said hello again. Paul knew Carol was pregnant with twins, he just didn't know I was the father. Carol started the ball rolling as only she could. That's why she got the job. Ever since she jerked that blue haired lady's chain, I had a new respect for her ribald off-the-wall humour. "David, My Love?"

"Yes, Dear?"

"What did you pump into me besides His Precious Stuff? I look like you pumped a basket ball in there."

Everyone tried to keep a straight face, but Paul looked thunderstruck! His eyes were huge, and he looked to be gasping for breath. We couldn't let up just yet — HE had to ask the question.

"What are you talking about, Carol Anne?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about you lecher! My belly looks like you pumped up a basket ball in there. You used to like it when I had a nice flat tummy you could lay your head on. If you tried that now, it'd slide right off and bounce on poor Mrs. Pussy!"

It was all the people at my end could do to keep from busting a gut. We all knew Carol could go on for hours if you kept feeding her enough lines to ricochet off. Paul was now looking from me to Diane and back, the question obvious on his face. I decided to work it by seeming to go to Ben for support.

"Ben, help me out here."

"No way, Sunshine, you put that thing inside her, you deal with her."

Paul had had enough. He somehow sensed his leg was being pulled, but he still had to ask. "David, it's not really my business, but am I to understand that you're the father of Carol Anne's twins?"

Paul had never heard us refer to Carol by anything but Carol Anne, so he called her that as a matter of course. Diane smiled sweetly at her father, and answered the question for me, all innocence. "Why, Daddy, what's wrong with that?"

"But... But..."

"That's what husbands and wives do, isn't it? Make babies?"

'H-husbands and w-wives?"

'Yes, Silly, Dave and Carol Anne have been married for twenty years. These are their first children together. Isn't it wonderful?"

"I-I guess so, Muffin, as long as you're OK with it."

"The only regret I have Daddy, is that I wasn't able to be with them when they made Our Children."

I thought Paul was going to faint. The rest of us had kept quiet, but now we all laughed. Paul kept on gamely, though. "You mean you're a multiple marriage? But why is Carol Anne in Calgary, and I thought Ben was her husband?"

I took pity on him. "Paul, we've wanted to tell you from the beginning, but we weren't sure how you'd take it. Carol Anne has a wicked nasty sense of humour, and we thought that might be the best way to break the ice with you. Carol Anne's gag is her way of letting us all know that she's started showing. Our babies were conceived on Sept. 22 and 23 after her mother's funeral. Carol Anne and I were forced to be separate for many years, and that was the first we were able to fulfill a lifelong dream. I'll tell you the whole story later. It takes too long for it to be told over the phone, and it's the third time in as many months it will be told."

Carol came back on. "I'm sticking my tongue out at you, David."

"Thought you might, Sweetheart. Do you want to tell part of it?"

"Thanks, Lecher! <raspberry> Paul, I'm sorry if we embarrassed you, but what David and Muffin — Oh Diane Marie, I LOVE that! — have told you is the truth. David and I were married twenty years ago, but only got to spend a year together before tragedy drove us and our other wife apart." Carol's voice was sad as she laid this latest explosive device at Paul's feet.

"Other wife? But Diane isn't old enough..." Paul was reeling.

"Not Diane Marie, Paul — my sister is our other wife. First there was me, then a few days later, Riekie. David married Diane Marie eight years ago, thinking he'd never see us again." Carol giggled as she added. "Now he's got me knocked up with twins, and Riekie is in a mad rush to get her affairs in order so she can get the same way."

Paul was still trying to get a grasp on the situation. "But what about Ben?"

Ben laughed as he came into the conversation. "What about me? I heartily approve of the whole situation, Paul. If you only knew the love these people share, you'd be moving Heaven and Earth to get them physically together again yourself. I married Carol Anne just a few years ago after I lost my first wife who I loved deeply. I've raised a family and I can't have any more. Carol Anne needed a friend and the best way to ensure I was there for her as a friend day or night, was to marry her."

Just as Paul got his head wrapped around one thing, he'd think of another. "Don and Lori, you knew about this?"

Dad explained his and Mom's role. "Yes, Paul, we knew. We knew twenty years ago. Lori even married them again with the Goddess' blessing twenty years ago this Christmas Eve when they formally exchanged rings. I think the kids still consider that to be their true anniversary, although they were actually married in August. David, show Paul your ring."

I took off my ring and showed him the inscription. Paul went white then smiled broadly. "Well, as long as my Muffin is happy, that's all that matters. And if the sounds I hear coming from your room at night are any indication, she's beyond happy, she's in love. But how do you girls feel about each other, sharing one man?"

"Carol and Diane both giggled, and Diane answered. "Well, Daddy, we're in love with each other, too. It's complicated, but it's true. I haven't physically met Carol Anne yet, but I'm as much in love with her as I am with David, and she loves me just as much. Isn't that right, Darling.?"

The love in her voice was very apparent, and when Carol answered, you could tell it was mutual. One was almost embarrassed to intrude on their intimacy. "You're so right, Muffin. Paul, sorry to steal your pet name, but it's so sweet, I just have to. May I?"

When Carol called Diane 'Muffin', you could just see her melt. I think she soaked the couch where she was sitting. She wasn't wearing panties, so it had to be the couch — our NEW couch.

Paul told Carol, "When you say it, Carol Anne, there's enough love in your voice to convince even the hardest of hearts, and I can assure you, I don't have a hard heart. We'll both use it, and I wouldn't be surprised to hear others use it too. Somehow it suits my little girl."

So Diane became 'Muffin' to all of us except the kids. Except now and then, one would refer to her in later years as 'Mommy Muffin'.

Ben started to cough, and I heard real concern in Carol's voice. "Oh dear! Ben, are you all right?"

Ben could hardly speak for coughing. "Yeah, I'm Ok for now, but I think I better lie down. You finish up with your family, and I'll see you later. Oh, Lori? I saw Beth again today. I told her I might be talking to you tonight. She sends her love and asked that I say 'may the Goddess be with you, Lori'. Did I say it right?"

Ben was weakening fast. Mom said. "Yes, Benjamin, you said it right. Now you get some rest. May the Goddess be with you, Benjamin, and with your spirit."

"Thanks, Lori <cough> Goodnight, all."

Mom told Carol. "Don't be long, Dear. He doesn't sound good. I know tonight was supposed to end happily, but poor Benjamin tried a little too hard to stay with us. Give him our love, and you better close off. We'll fill Paul in on the rest."

Carol was in tears. "Oh, Mom, I love you so much! I wish you were here to hold me! This is getting too hard for me. Ben keeps trying to go on, but he's slipping fast, and I'm scared."

"I can't come to you right now, but I'll call Beth and have her come over, OK?"

"Th-thanks, Mom! Sorry to be such a pain."

"You're no pain, you're My Daughter. Now say your good byes and look to your Friend. He needs you."

"OK, Mom. 'Bye everyone. I love you all. Nighty-night Rhiannon and Jenny! Sweet dreams, Muffin, my love. David, I need you... I love you... Come when I call, OK? I don't think it's going to be long. Byeee."

We all said goodbye at once. Diane and I said ours last, and told her we loved her. We told her we'd come on a minute's notice. Then she was gone to tend to Ben.

Diane took the kids to bed while the rest of us sat and talked. Seeing as Mom and Dad were already there, as soon as Diane came down from putting the little ones to bed, and I went up and kissed them good night, I started to tell Paul our story. I told him the whole thing. I gave him basically a synopsis without names except our own. It made the story more impersonal and it went a lot quicker. Still, Paul got the feel of how much My Girls and I loved each other through our whole ordeal, and had a tear in his eye when I finished. He thanked me for sharing it with him.

Diane cuddled up to her father and asked worriedly. "Are you mad at us, Daddy?"

Paul hugged her to him as he reassured her, "No. Muffin, I could never be angry with you for falling in love so completely. I once knew a love similar to yours and lost it. I'm happy for David and the other two that they're getting back together, and very happy for you that they found you. I'm grateful that all of you think enough of me to share this with me. Besides, I'm going to be a grampa again, if I understand the way you speak. Have you joined their knot, yet?"

We were all a little shaken that he referred to our knot, and Diane's joining it. She explained. "Not yet, the time isn't right yet. David's Power will tell us when the time is right."

Paul was intrigued. "David's 'Power'?"

I had to explain. "Since I first met Carol Anne, I have felt there was a Power guiding our lives. Then twenty years ago, it either turned away or was forced to turn away by an Evil. That Evil is still there, but is fading fast. The Power is gaining strength, and when it's ready, all four of us will be joined. It's going to be soon, too. I can feel it. How did you know to ask if Muffin was going to join our knot?" Muffin! I really liked the feel of that on the tongue!

Paul was deliberately vague. "I was raised in the Old Ways, David. I can tell you no more for now."

I thought I knew what he'd disclose someday — I could wait. "I understand. I see a familiar old pain in your eyes that was in mine until recently. But you've helped answer a lot of questions with that one admission. Did you know Rhiannon has an especially strong Sight? It was she who knew the twins were a boy and a girl." It was nice to be able to use familiar words in a way unfamiliar to most people and have him understand.

Paul said simply, "No, but it doesn't surprise me, either. Your whole family has it, don't they? You, with your Power. Lori, the High Priestess. Don the Wise and Learned One. I feel I've stumbled into a family coven."

Mom spoke up, then. "No one, except a few, knew of my rank, and certainly none of my family except for Don. How did you?"

Paul spoke with certainty. "Your bearing and strong presence. Your family wouldn't notice it because they're with you all the time. But why the secrecy? The Inquisition is long gone. Surely you don't still hide from that persecution?"

Mom was noncommittal "Old habits die hard, Paul, on both sides. It is wise to be cautious."

"I understand, Lori. I'll say no more."

With this enigmatic exchange between Paul and Mom, our evening came to a close. Mom and Dad blessed us, and left for their own home. Mom said she was going to call Beth and have her check on Carol. Paul visited with us for a while on small things then we all went to bed too. Diane and I made love, but it was a gentle, quiet, almost reflective lovemaking, and didn't disturb any one.

Sunday was a quiet day with everyone seeming very reflective. Even the kids seemed quiet. Paul stayed in his room until almost noon, and when he did come down, he was already packed for home. He left early, saying he had things to do at home, and he'd see us again Friday night.

The week went fairly quickly. Mom and Diane recovered their spirits and started decorating both houses for the Festive Season with real holly and mistletoe. Dad and I started looking for Christmas trees and selecting Yule logs for the big fire pit in our yard. Since that first Old Ways Christmas, Dad and I had kept a Yule log burning every year, almost as a beacon for My Girls to find their way home. Ben managed to call on Tuesday, but he sounded frail.

Thursday Dad loaned me his new car, and I drove to the aunts' to bring them home. I hoped they'd decide to stay on over Christmas. Our invitation was an open ended one. With Ben's condition apparently worsening rapidly, I thought having all Carol's family except for brothers and sister concentrated in one spot would be good for her. It would sure cut down on the number of phone calls she'd need to make.

I arrived at the aunts' in time for supper. They greeted me with warm hugs and warmer kisses (!) and fed me a wonderful meal. We spent the evening visiting, and I told them about Ben, and why I'd like them to be closer for Carol. They thought that was a good idea, and kept their return plans open as I suggested. They hadn't talked to Carol recently, and didn't know how poorly Ben actually was. It was extremely pleasant just to spend time with these marvelous ladies who had done so much for me, and I hoped they'd enjoy their stay with us. They did seem to be looking forward to it despite their original misgivings.

One thing I did notice about the girls, they were dressed less severe than was their wont, and their hair, while up, wasn't in its usual tight buns. They looked like the pull of a single pin would release it. We all turned in early; I automatically went to Carol's and my room. I could still smell her in it, and slept soundly. We'd left a lot of love in this room, and it wrapped around me like a warm blanket. We were up early the next day, Friday. The weather man was calling for a snow storm, and I wanted to be on the road in daylight if it struck before we got home. I didn't like traveling on Friday the thirteenth either. Hey! Allow me a little superstition!

After breakfast, I started loading their stuff in the car. The amount they had, it looked like they were moving in. When I kidded them about it, they said most of what they were bringing was Christmas presents and some baking they'd done. I thought I'd smelled olieballen.

I'd been really good about my diet and exercise routine, and no longer had a belly, such that I could almost fit into my old jeans from high school that is if I could get them over my thighs, which had muscled up from hard work and walking. I feared for my new youthful waistline from their baking. My shoulders had filled out from the time I was sixteen, and slinging a chain saw around for the last month had bulked them up even more. I thought Carol would like the package I presented now. It fit what she said I should look like, and I felt good, too, the best I'd felt in many years.

I got everything in the car, but they still had a lot of clothes; I guess they took me seriously about staying longer. The trunk held a lot more than the outward appearance of the car would suggest.

The aunts called their neighbour who was going to house sit for them, told her they were leaving, and didn't know when they'd return. They said they'd call from time to time and keep her up to date.

When we got in the car to leave, the ladies were as giddy as teenagers. They were off on a real adventure for them, and Jo made me feel really good by saying it didn't hurt to be off on that adventure 'in the company of a very handsome young man'. That woman actually made me blush!

We got away by nine thirty, and the drive home was relatively uneventful. We managed to stay ahead of the worst of the storm, and the afternoon traffic through the city, making good time. The aunts were excellent traveling companions, and the time seemed to fly by. We arrived at the farm by two o'clock, having driven straight through.

I introduced the aunts to Diane and Jenny. Rhiannon was still at school. Mom and Dad would be over later if the snow didn't get too deep to walk, and Paul would be here in time for supper if the storm didn't slow him down too much.

Pie and Jo were really taken with Jenny, and she seemed to be taken with them, too. Kids and pets are always your best line of defense when meeting strangers. If they don't like someone, then you should perhaps take a closer look yourself.

When the aunts met Diane, they did a double take and Pie commented how much Diane reminded her of Kit, especially her eyes. Jo poked me in the ribs and said I was a bad boy for taking three of the loveliest girls in the world out of circulation. Diane and the aunts hit it right off, and while they visited, getting to know each other, I brought all their stuff in from the car. The aunts rummaged around in their bags and brought out all the baked goods, presenting them to Diane. They took up positions at the kitchen table as if they'd been here all their lives. Diane put on a pot of tea and they had a grand time laughing and giggling. I hadn't seen the aunts this relaxed in a very long time.

I took their bags up to the spare room, and Diane asked where her dad was going to sleep. I told her he could sleep with the ladies, <Grin> or he could sleep on the couch-bed. He was only here for the weekend, whereas they were going to be here maybe right through Christmas, depending on Ben's health. I got a poke in the ribs for being a smart ass, and she went off to find the linens and blankets to make up her dad's bed in the living room later on.

Mom and Dad wandered over later in the afternoon, Rhiannon trailing along. They'd waited and met her coming up the hill from the bus. They all came in stomping and shaking the snow off them. It was really starting to storm. Diane started to get nervous for her dad driving in this weather. Rhiannon didn't wait on ceremony, and promptly introduced herself to Pie and Jo, saying, "You're Mommy Carol's aunts, Tante Pie and Tante Jo, aren't you?" She not only remembered their names, but knew who belonged to which name. The aunts loved her on first sight, and she loved them right back. Soon each aunt had a happy little girl sitting on their laps. When I brought Mom and Dad in to meet them, they both rose and curtsied to Mom, and spoke as one voice, sounding amazingly like Riekie's 'Little Girl'.

"How do you do, Priestess? We're very pleased to meet you."

Mom was flustered. Riekie had curtsied to her, but she was a seventeen year old meeting her husband's parents for the first time. These were grown, mature, professional women curtsying to her, and she wasn't sure how to respond. Finally, she just grinned, and said. "Thank you Ladies, but we don't wait on ceremony around here or you'll be the last one to eat. I'm Lori, nothing else. You must be Pie and Jo. I've heard so much about you over the last twenty years, I feel I almost know you. Now, let's sit down and have some of that tea, and what is that delicious smell?"

Mom successfully broke the ice, and after I introduced Dad, we all sat down at the kitchen table and sampled the wonderful baked goodies they had brought with them. My folks and the aunts were soon like old buddies, and the conversation became lively and familiar. I was very pleased with the way things were going. The kids had soon landed back in Pie and Jo's laps, making themselves right to home. Diane admonished everybody to go lightly on the goodies because supper wasn't that far off. She had a huge roast of venison in the oven, and some other delicious smelling concoctions going.

Just about dark, the phone rang, and I answered it. It was Paul. He'd made it to the turn up from the river, but didn't want to chance it any farther and stopped at a neighbour's to call for assistance. Dad and I jumped into our boots and threw on our winter coats. I fired up the truck and putting it in four wheel drive, we headed out to rescue Paul. I had thought we might be able to break a trail he could get his car through, but the snow was too deep and getting deeper quickly. The ploughs had been pulled off the roads once the school buses got through and wouldn't be out again until the storm passed. When we got to the neighbour's, he said Paul could leave his car there until the ploughs came out again. We loaded Paul and his gear in the truck and headed for home. Even in four wheel drive it was an interesting trip, but we made it.

When we came in the house, stomping and shaking, the women just glanced at us, and waited until we got our coats and boots off for us to make the introductions. Finally clear of our winter clothing, I took Paul into the kitchen to introduce him.

The aunts had their backs to him as we entered the room. I started to introduce him. "Pie, Jo, I'd like you to meet Diane's father..."

Pie and Jo rose from their chairs and turned to meet the stranger just as I started to introduce him. I never finished. The ladies turned, and instant recognition flowed among the three of them. The girls reacted first and literally squealed like teenagers as the flung themselves at him. "PAUL!"

As he opened his arms to them, he shouted in joy. "PIETE! JOANNA!"

Mom, Dad, Diane, and the kids were scraping their chins on the floor. Me? I wore the biggest shit-eating grin you ever saw! I had hoped for just this reaction. Purely by coincidence and good luck, that document I found in Diane's file had proven that Paul Curtis and Paul Koorstis were one and the same! The document? The court order changing Diane's name from Koorstis to Curtis. The other documents? Only one of real importance -- the same thing for Diane's sister Judy. Both should have been sealed away, but for some reason were left in their jackets.

Paul was aware I knew because I had him verify that the document was what I thought. I never told him why it was important, because I wanted them to have this moment of total surprise and sudden joy. Back to the reunion:

The three of them were a tangle of joyous arms and faces as all three tried to kiss at the same time. At long last, their initial emotion spent, I took the girls by the hand and led them into the living room, followed closely by Paul with Diane cuddling him. The girls cuddled me as if they were Carol and Riekie. I placed the girls on the couch and Diane, clueing in, steered her dad between them, As soon as he sat down, two very happy females cuddled right up close and hung off him like groupies off a rock star.

Mom and Dad and the kids followed us into the living room, Mom and Dad still trying to get their mouths working. They all were; the surprise was total! I was rather pleased with myself, and my silly grin testified to it.

Paul was the first to recover. He grinned and said. "Young man, you have a lot of explaining to do, and from the grin on your face, you planned this."

Pie and Jo still weren't able to speak. They just kept cuddling, cooing and kissing their husband-brother. I couldn't contain my own joy any longer and as a tear ran down my cheek, I just said. "Shut up for a minute, Dad, and give them a proper kiss or they won't leave you alone long enough to hear the tale."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Dad is it, now? Hmmm."

But he took my advice and kissed first Pie and then Jo with what looked like a genuine-honest-to-God-Carol-patented tongue sucker. The ladies about fainted, and I heard two other females in the room groan.

Paul finally broke from his passionate kissing of the girls and turned to me. "Well, David, my son."

"Paul, these two damsels sent me on a Quest to find you for them. I've known them for over twenty years. They're the aunts in my own story. Carol and Riekie are your nieces." I turned to Diane. "Muffin, when you said you were writing to your cousin in Calgary, you had no idea you really were. She still doesn't know. You can call her tonight or you can wait for tomorrow's regular call.

"Now here's the story, and allow me my little embellishments. Paul, I learned of your significance to Pie and Jo just this September, and was so moved, I promised them I would try to find you for them. They didn't ask — I volunteered. They had heard you might be living in the general area when they first came to Canada after the War, but couldn't find you. As I was going to be looking for you and Diane Marie's father, I thought I might kill two birds with one stone, and do the two searches together.

"The likelihood that both people were the same was extremely remote, but after some strange things started happening, I started to formulate a theory, and worked from it. Dad, somewhere along the line I picked up your ability to connect the dots of seemingly unrelated information, and had already come to a conclusion before I even started looking. It shouldn't have been as easy as it was. The documents I found should have been sealed, but they were left in open files."

People were looking at me strangely, so I knew I was unintentionally riddling.

"Here it is in a nut shell. I was looking for Paul Koorstis and Paul Curtis. Does no one but Paul and me see the similarity in the names? I might have missed it, too, except for Diane Marie." she looked at me oddly. "The Friday before I went to the funeral, Diane Marie acted in a way that reminded me of Carol Anne. Since I've been home, her behavior is so much like Carol Anne and Riekie as to be spooky.

"Then I noticed some specific physical features that almost cried out that they were related, not the least of which is Diane Marie's striking resemblance to Carol Anne. Even other people have noticed they could pass for sisters. And, Diane Marie is from the city where Paul Koorstis was last rumoured to live. The coincidences were piling up. Then serendipity played its hand. Diane Marie needed a new birth certificate and I was able to examine her file. Lo and behold! There was the court order for a name change from Koorstis to Curtis. I photocopied it before the clerk realized it should be a sealed document. Then I pulled Judy's file, and there it was again, and I photocopied that one as well.

"I looked up the last known address for Paul Curtis from Diane Marie's birth registration on the tax rolls, and saw he was still the registered owner and it had a current phone number. I contacted Paul, liked what I saw, and had him verify that the information on the document was true. And Voila! I found Diane Marie's dad, and Pie and Jo's lost husband all in one fell swoop! It was almost too easy, but the whole time I was in the Registry, the Power felt incredibly strong. I have one question for you, Paul. From the candor with which you answered my query about the name change, I couldn't see any attempt to hide anything, especially your identity. You seemed totally unconcerned whether anyone found out. Why the name change, then?"

"I'll answer two questions together. First I didn't care whether anyone found out the name change. I had nothing to hide, so the documents didn't need to be sealed, and I thought someday, the girls would need to discover their heritage. Secondly it wasn't my idea. That stupid bitch Shirley insisted I anglicize my name because she couldn't pronounce Koorstis properly! I didn't want to do it, and dragged my feet until after the kids were born. She kept at me about it until I finally gave in. If you look at the date on the document you have, David, you'll see it's less than a year before we separated.

"I have no idea why my family couldn't find me, unless there was a spelling error on the documents searched or whatever. I settled in that town from the time I emigrated, and from the time of my first phone, the name was always spelled wrong in the phone book. They always dropped the middle 's' and it became Koortis. I tried many times to get it corrected, but it never was. That's what gave Shirley the idea, but she wanted an English spelling, hence 'Curtis'. At least changing our name to Curtis solved that small problem." He laughed at the phone company's seeming incompetence.

'OK, Paul, you've answered all my questions. I'm sure Your Girls have lots for you, as does Muffin. Hers can wait. Pie and Jo have a lot more catching up to do. Do you have any for me?"

"Yes. Whose funeral in September?"

"I'm sorry, Paul, you'll have to ask the girls. It's all part of the sad tale they have to tell you. Girls, if you need help with your story, call me, I'm just next door, OK? These rooms are your private rooms now, as long as the three of you are here. If you want or need total privacy, close the dining room door. If you want or will accept company, leave it open. We will still knock for admission. One caveat — I'm reserving the room now for eight tomorrow night so we can call Carol Anne and Ben on the speaker phone. We expect you to join us, OK? Now, there's a couple boxes of Kleenex handy if you need them. We'll leave you now to your privacy, and I'll move your bags to your room."

"I understand. I'm sure they have a lot to tell me, and I understand your reluctance to tell tales that should belong to them. I still have questions for you, though, My Son. Thank you for the privacy, that's very thoughtful. The rooms will be open tomorrow evening as you request, and now I do want to speak to my niece. Does she know of us? Where are the girls sleeping?"

"I'll answer as best I can. No problem on the privacy issue. When My Girls and I first started out, Mom and Dad let us have these rooms as sort of an 'apartment' so we could have privacy to explore our new family; I'm just passing that along to the next ones that need it. Yes, Carol Anne knows of your relationship, but doesn't know you are Paul Koorstis, just Muffin's daddy. We're short of beds, Paul. They'll just have to make do and bunk in with you. <Grin> Now if you'll excuse us, you have a lot of catching up to do, and we're intruding."

Dad choked, Mom stifled a laugh, and Diane started to say something until Mom steered her out of the room. Dad and I followed.

Dad's only comment was, "Stealing my gags, eh?" Before he laughed. Mom had to explain the joke to Diane.

We didn't hear anything from the living room for a very long time. You can't talk when you're kissing.



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Chapter 65


Paul, Pie and Jo were safely tucked away in the big living room getting reacquainted and telling the story of their lives. I hoped Jo would be able to tell Paul about her rape if for no other reason than he should know. I checked out the window to see how badly it was storming. The wind was blowing quite hard and it was snowing so heavily you could only see a few feet. Even though it was only a short walk normally, I told Mom and Dad they'd better stay the night. After Paul and his girls were done, we'd make up the couch bed for them.

Diane checked her roast and started getting the rest of supper ready. Mom went to help her, but before she got away, I asked her if she was prepared to re-marry Paul and his girls. Mom said she was, but, "Why, David? They already tied the knot many years ago, I thought."

I tried to explain some conclusions I'd arrived at from all the little bits I'd heard over the years. "I'm not sure, Mom, but I think Pie cut the knot in a fit of rage and that's why Paul left. I think she and Jo re-tied it on their own after, trying to repair their relationship when Kit was born. Remember, they were a lot younger than Riekie, Carol and I when they first wed. I figure Jo was no more than thirteen, and Pie wasn't quite fifteen when she had Kit. It was Jo's tender age and her own that made Pie so frightened of Jo getting pregnant. A fourteen year old girl isn't very mature in her emotions, either so she could become exceedingly jealous, even when there was no threat.

"Paul, older and probably mature for his age likely tried to reason with Pie, got screamed out of the house for his trouble, and in a fit of pique, Pie cut the string. At her age, and in her high emotions, aggravated by the terror of being pregnant so young, she probably didn't realize the full significance of what she'd done, but Paul did, and for him, the only thing to do was leave and not look back. To him, cutting the string would have been final and irrevocable, which explains why he never made an effort to contact his family after that.

"Paul didn't know Pie was pregnant when he left. If he had, he wouldn't have allowed her to drive him off. At that point, only Pie herself knew, and it was eating her up. She was happy to be having his child, but scared to death of the social implications of such a young girl being pregnant in the Calvinist atmosphere of their village. Her conflicting emotions almost destroyed her. That much I know for sure because she told me. Today we'd call it an extreme case of teen angst. Had Paul known she was pregnant, he probably would have understood what was happening to her and simply had Oma tie a new knot for them once Pie got over her pique. It wasn't until he was gone that Pie realized, too late, the enormity of her act.

"I've heard hints of this in the way Pie talks, and she seems to blame only herself for the breakup. Jo was very hurt by what happened, and suffered the pain of losing her husband before he could become her lover, but Pie took the biggest hurt aside from Paul himself. I've seen the deep guilt in Pie's eyes, and I remember how absolutely insistent she was that Carol and I consummate with Riekie as quickly as possible, regardless of the risk of pregnancy. What do you think, Dad, does the information we have, sketchy as it is, fit my theory?"

If Dad agreed, then I knew I was probably mostly right. There had been things left unsaid by Pie when she told me of their lost love that begged to be told. Dad basically agreed, "I think you're onto something, David, but what makes you think they'll want to tie a new knot tonight?"

Diane answered that one. Although busy with supper, she'd been listening. "I think David is not only on to something, he's absolutely right. During out quiet times together, Daddy told me a little of his 'lost love', so I wasn't surprised when he hinted at it last week with Carol Anne. He wouldn't go into details, but I gathered his lover got extremely angry over something and basically drove him out.

"But to answer your question, Dad -- Daddy won't take those girls to bed tonight, unless he's actually married to them, and they, especially Jo, I think, won't go to bed with him, either, for the same reason. David told me how much Jo wants to give herself to Paul, uh... Daddy, but she must be his bride first. And Pie needs it to restore her soul. She's almost as bad as Carol Anne was, and she needs not only healing, but forgiveness, from both of them. Tying a new knot will be the symbol of that, but they must publicly forgive her. I think that's why she was so deferential to you, Mom. She needs the forgiveness of the Goddess, too. Can you do that for her? I'd do it myself, but I'm just a junior apprentice."

Diane was on exactly the same wavelength as me. I was astounded at her eloquence, insight, and reasoning. In the last few months, my pixie wife had shown an intelligence and depth of character previously hinted at, but never revealed. Her self-realization as a Princess of the Goddess was revealing an amazing woman. Given time, she'd be a formidable priestess herself! I began to think, aside from Rhiannon -- a special case -- Diane was probably Mom's star pupil. I knew she was making progress, as were Rhiannon and Joanne, but Mom never discussed her teaching outside her group of apprentices.

Mom, who had listened intently to everything we'd been discussing, said. "You are both probably right. It makes sense. All the evidence points that way. Yes, I will marry them if they ask, but only if they ask, and Pie must herself ask for their forgiveness without prompting from anyone." She fixed us all with a baleful eye with that last comment, and we knew we'd best mind what she said.

Outside, the wind had dropped, but it still snowed and snowed. Looking out the window, I could see it piling deeper and deeper. Diane finished getting supper. Mom set the table for eight -- Jen would have to sit in the high chair tonight. When everything was ready, Diane asked me to see if her father and the girls were ready to eat.

I knocked on the door, and was told I could come in. When I entered the room, it was obvious a lot had been said. The girls' eyes were red and swollen, and Paul looked like he'd done his share of weeping, too. I assumed he now knew about Kit, and probably Jo's rape. They were all three cuddled on the couch as if sharing their grief. I told them supper was ready whenever they were. Paul smiled and said my timing was perfect, they'd just come to a point where they needed a break. The girls asked if they could freshen up. I told them to use the en suite with its double sinks so they could be a little quicker and also be together. Paul could use the main bath. He already had his personal things there which he left permanently rather than pack and unpack toiletries every week.

The girls went on ahead, but Paul took me by the arm and held me back. "David, I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done for me. You gave me back my daughter, and you gave me my sisters. I was devastated to hear about Dolly, and the story of Kit and what happened to Joanna breaks my heart more than I could possibly imagine. Does Diane know of her sister?"

"Yes, she knows about Kit, but somehow I don't think it's quite sunk in yet that Kit was her sister. How're you doing, Paul? Despite the joy of reunion, this has got to be traumatic for all of you. I made it a surprise so none of you would be able to develop cold feet if you knew of a meeting in advance."

"You did exactly the right thing, My Boy. Given the way we parted, I probably would have avoided this meeting. Which brings me to why I held you back. We can't sleep together tonight, much as I'd like nothing more, and I think the girls agree. We're not married anymore. Piete saw to that." Damn! Diane was good! I was kind of pleased with my own deductive skills, too.

"Hmmph! The girls never actually told me that, but I figured it out from hints. Muffin said you'd refuse to bed those girls without being married again. So why not get married again, then, and make a fresh start?" Well, someone had to plant the seed... 

Paul was hesitant. "I don't know if they'll have me now."

"You'll never know unless you ask them, and if it's any help, I happen to have some inside information that says I'd chance a ten thousand dollar wager at ten to one on them saying 'yes'. If they do say yes, Mom, the priestess will perform the rite for you. Now, Muffin's father, are you half the man I believe you are, and will you propose to your girls before the whole family?"

He was still hesitant. "I'll think about it."

I got a little annoyed and laid it out plainly for him. "Paul, this is one time when a person doesn't think, he acts. You have nothing to fear, trust me."

"We'll see."

I knew enough not to push it. I heard the girls coming out of the bathroom, and cut it off there. Paul rushed to get cleaned up for supper. As the aunts came down the stairs, I couldn't believe the transformation in them. Despite the red puffiness around their eyes from all their tears, they'd made an effort to refresh themselves and were nothing short of beautiful. They'd let their hair down into soft waves that reminded me of My Girls, and they'd changed their clothes. Despite the winter chill, they wore cotton dresses that came to just above the knee, and they'd each left a button undone on the bodice. They were really quite fetching, and it was obvious they were trying to catch a man's eye, one man in particular -- Paul. They saw me watching them, and smiled warmly and a little shyly.

I waited for them and let them go into the kitchen ahead of me. I saw Dad give them a VERY appreciative look. I hoped Paul would notice, too. When he came into the kitchen a few minutes later, looking much refreshed, I saw him give them an appreciative once over, and a large male smile.

Mom helped Diane serve the supper. The aunts wanted to help, but were told to sit tight tonight, they were guests. Diane gave them the same speech she gave her father. "Today, you're special, guests. After this, you're just other members of the family and you'll get the normal kitchen treatment including Hamburger Helper!"

Paul laughed. "Well, at least they do get their first meal in this house in the kitchen and not the formal dining room."

We all had a good laugh at Diane and her Dad, helping set a lighter tone for the meal. Everyone enjoyed the venison which the aunts had never eaten before, and they declared it delicious. Normally almost picky eaters, they had seconds and consumed their entire meal with gusto. The whole family laughed and joked and we had a very nice time. Once again, good food and good company made for an excellent repast. After dessert was served and the coffee poured, Paul rose rather self-consciously and beckoned to the aunts to stand and face him. Then Paul astounded everyone but me (I knew he had it in him!).

Paul took each of his sisters by the hand, then dropped to one knee before them, and asked in front of us all. "Piete Koorstis and Joanna Koorstis, I have always loved you, even when I was married to another. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives and beyond. Will you marry me and do me the honour of being my wives again?"

Pie and Jo looked momentarily stunned, then ecstatic! They threw themselves on Paul and actually squealed their delight. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Paul! We love you!"

The rest of the family actually applauded, laughed and cheered. Diane got into the mix up of arms and bodies as she shared in the joy of her father and his girls. Rhiannon just had to join their huddle, too. Grampa was getting married! Jen would have joined too, but she was trapped in her high chair. She giggled and shouted with everyone else, though.

As they untangled themselves from each other and an ecstatic daughter and grand daughter, Paul turned to Mom and asked. "High Priestess, would you do us the honour of performing the rite?"

Pie and Jo looked at Mom with new respect and awe. Pie was the first of the two to get her mouth working. She curtsied to Mom, making her blush and said. "High Priestess? We had no idea! We are honoured by your presence, Lady."

Mom wasn't having any of it. "High Priestess-Smiestess! I'm still Lori and still your friend! Paul, I'd be delighted to perform the rite for you. Pie, do you still have your old string? I know Carol Anne carries hers with her everywhere."

Pie nodded embarrassed. "Yes, but it was cut, and is tied in two places now. It's too short now for the three of us."

"You let me worry about that, get it for me, please." Mom's voice took on an edge of command. If Pie was awed by Mom's status, she might as well use it to overcome small resistance. Pie jumped as if kicked, and ran to her purse. She rummaged around a bit, found what she was looking for, and returned to Mom. She bowed her head as she handed Mom the string. Mom put her finger under Pie's chin and tilted her head up. "You don't ever bow to me, Little One, only to Her."

My mother had called a woman taller and older than her, 'Little One', and it fit! Pie seemed to melt into a young girl as she stepped back from Mom, frightened, but her head held high. Where previously stood a mature woman of sixty one, there now quaked a scared girl of fourteen. Her voice was small and young.

Mom seemed to grow in stature whenever she performed one of these rites and took on an almost regal quality. Diane moved over to be by her side, as did Rhiannon on the other. The three of them seemed to take on an otherworldly glow, appearing elvish and regal despite their everyday garb.

Mom held the cut and retied string in an open loop at arms length and raised it high, intoning, "The Goddess is pleased to see your hearts rejoining and will make you whole again by untying the old, failed knot, and starting afresh!"

Then by some slight of hand, both knots were untied, the two pieces fluttered to the floor and a new string appeared in Mom's hands, longer and stronger, waiting for the knot. It was just a piece of simple butcher's cord from our kitchen, but in Mom's hands, it seemed almost gilded. Rhiannon bent and picked up the cut piece at her feet, and held it reverentially before her in both hands. Diane did the same on her side. Where had my wife and daughter disappeared to? These were elvin handmaidens to the Queen of the North!

Mom's voice assumed that tone of command again. "Piete Koorstis, before we proceed, do you have anything to say to your sister and brother, and to us assembled here?"

I don't know where Pie found the courage to say what followed, and from her words it was very evident that the Koorstis children had indeed been raised in the Old Ways. She lowered her head, tears in her eyes, and in that small, young voice, said. "Yes, Mother, I do. For forty seven years I have carried a burden of guilt for a crime I committed in a fit of childish fear and anger. Before the Goddess, I would ask the forgiveness of my beloveds, Paul Koorstis/Curtis and Joanna Koorstis for deliberately and foolishly breaking our knot and rending our marriage apart. I would ask the forgiveness of the Goddess as represented by you, Venerable Mother for the sins of stupid anger, overweening pride and jealousy. I would ask this forgiveness publicly in the presence of friends and family assembled here.

"Paul Koorstis/Curtis, my True Love, my Soul-Mate, my Brother, do you forgive me for breaking our knot and driving you away? Do you forgive me for denying you the opportunity to know your daughter, Kit? Do you forgive me for denying you the right of the bridal bed with your Sister-Wife, Joanna Koorstis? I love you, and have always loved you; will you take me back anew?"

Paul's voice was full of love and forgiveness as he replied, "Oh! Piete Koorstis! You know I do! I forgive you for all, and I take you back anew, though you never left my heart! I love you beyond time!"

He moved to take Pie in his arms, but Mom held up her hand, stopping him as if he'd hit a wall. "Stop! Let her finish!"

Pie took a deep breath, her hands shaking, and continued in that small voice. "Joanna Koorstis, my True Love, my Sister-Wife, my Best Friend, do you forgive me for breaking our knot and driving our brother-husband, Paul, from us? Do you forgive me for denying you the right of your bridal bed with our husband, Paul? Do you forgive me for creating the situation where you were forced to surrender your most prized possession to protect me? I love you with all my heart and more; will you take me back anew?"

Jo was in tears, but replied with love, "Piete Koorstis! I forgive you completely and unreservedly for all your sins, real and imagined! I would give my very life to protect you; what price a small piece of skin, when the virtue in my heart is still intact? I take you back anew, though we were never apart. I love you more than I can describe!"

She moved to hold Pie, and Mom stopped her dead, too. "Stop! Let her finish!"

Pie looked stronger, but her hands still shook as she went on. She had to complete her act of contrition. The small voice was stronger. "Venerable Mother, High Priestess to the Goddess, before these witnesses of friends and family, does the Goddess forgive me my sins of stupid anger, overweening pride, and jealousy? Does She forgive me for breaking our bridal knot and driving our husband-brother from us?"

Mom's spoke with sincerity and kindness, "Little One, look deep into your own heart. You know now that your lovers have totally forgiven you. If you can find it within your heart of hearts to forgive yourself as well, then the Goddess will forgive you too."

Mom was no real intermediary between the divine and the corporeal! She was an accomplished psychologist!

Pie looked thoughtful for a few seconds, then a joy seemed to suffuse across her face, softening those care lines I'd seen for so many years, and a new light of hope and happiness appeared in her beautiful brown eyes. Eyes so much like Diane's -- Kit's eyes. The scared fourteen-year old slowly disappeared and a proud, happy woman of sixty one remerged, standing straight, tall and confident. Her normal voice, but much more joyful than I'd ever heard it, uttered these simple words. "I am forgiven!"

Mom waved the other two forward. Paul and Jo went to Pie and held her close in a tender group hug. They all exchanged sweet kisses.

Mom interrupted them. "Paul, do you want to continue? Do you have something for these ladies?"

Paul looked blank for a second then a light went on. "Huh? How did you know? Yes! Yes! Continue, but I must get something first." He raced upstairs, and was gone just a few minutes.

Mom turned to the girls. "Which of you has it? Get it now, please."

Again, blank looks, then a light of recognition as Jo went to her purse and returned with a small object just as Paul returned from his mission to get whatever he went for.

Once everyone was back in the room, Mom had the three of them stand in a circle. She asked Paul to give her what he'd gone upstairs to fetch. He produced a small jewel box. Inside were two plain gold lady's wedding bands. Mom took them from the box and handed one each to Diane and Rhiannon. Then she asked Jo for her object. Jo opened another small jewel box from which Mom extracted another plain gold wedding band, this one a man's ring. She kept this one herself. She raised the ring she held high and her apprentices raised theirs to match.

Mom's voice rose in supplication. "May the Goddess bless these rings and what they symbolize. These rings are the symbol, worn every day, of the knot you will tie." Then she and her apprentices lowered their arms, holding the rings in front of them.

She had Diane hand Paul her ring. "Paul, place Piete's ring on her hand and say. 'Piete Koorstis, I thee wed'."

Paul slipped her ring onto Pie's hand "Piete Koorstis, I thee wed."

Rhiannon handed Paul Jo's ring. "Paul, place Joanna's ring on her hand and say. 'Joanna Koorstis, I thee wed'."

Paul slipped Jo's ring onto her hand. "Joanna Koorstis, I thee wed."

Both rings fit the ring finger of their left hands.

Mom handed Paul's ring to the girls such that they both held it. "Piete and Joanna take Paul's ring, together place it on his hand and say 'Paul Koorstis/Curtis, we thee wed'."

Together, Pie and Jo slipped Paul's ring onto the ring finger of his left hand, which it seemed to fit perfectly.

They again spoke as one voice. "Paul Koorstis/Curtis, We thee wed."

Mom then had them join their ring hands. Aside for them repeating Mom's words none of us had spoken a word while they exchanged rings. Once they held each others' hands, Mom then wrapped the string cunningly around all three and tied a strong knot, binding them together. She spoke, her voice soft, but commanding. "You three have wed yourselves under the sacred knot, and exchanged rings with each other. Those rings are now exchanged with a solemn declaration that you are wed to each other. Now, under the sacred knot, you will bind yourselves to all. Say together after me. 'We, Piete Koorstis, Joanna Koorstis and Paul Koorstis/Curtis take solemn oath and promise before these witnesses that we are now wed, each to each and all to each other in love and friendship forever'."

The three of them repeated the vow in unison.

Mom didn't have the special cake she'd used for us, but necessity is the mother of invention. She went to the cupboard and retrieved a slice of multi-grain bread from the bread drawer. She had the three of them cut it into three more or less equal pieces with their still-bound hands. She bade each take a bite of a piece then a bite from each others' until all three pieces had been bitten by each of them. Then she took the remaining bits and passed them to the rest of us. She took a small bit of each herself. By the time everyone had a bite of each piece, the bread was all gone.

Mom spoke again. "You three, Piete, Joanna and Paul are joined by the sacred bridal knot. Tonight you have exchanged rings and said a vow to each other, declaring and promising eternal love and friendship. You have shared the bounty of the earth represented by this bread with each other and your friends. As one of Her earthly representatives, I give you the blessing of the Goddess and pronounce you Wed in Her sight and to the world. Paul, please kiss your brides."

Like me before him, Paul was a little slow to react. Mom laughed suddenly and cocked her head to one side. He woke up and took first Piete then Joanna into his embrace and kissed them hungrily. As for us, it was a little awkward with their left hands tied together. Paul had to have his arms around both while he kissed each, but they managed in fine style after all.

When they separated from their kisses, Mom moved closer and kissed each of them sweetly on the lips. She then motioned for Diane, then Rhiannon, then Dad, and finally me, to do the same. Dad and I got sweet kisses from the girls, and a hug and handshake from Paul. Rhiannon and Diane got three sweet kisses.

After all the kisses, hugs and handshakes, Mom spoke again. "Now your circle is complete." This time I was sure what she meant. Where had I heard it before? From these same women we had just witnessed wed their lover, on a warm summer afternoon twenty years before, and from Mom on a wonderful Christmas Eve four months later. The full circle wasn't complete yet, but it was getting closer. I could feel the Power growing stronger

We had a little more to eat from the goodies Pie and Jo brought with them. Paul, Pie, and Jo were lost to the world in their love for each other. This was a magical time for them, as it had been for Carol, Riekie and I once upon a time. My, no... their family not only accepted them, my mother had made sure their vows were said properly to please the Goddess.

After the ceremony, Mom and Diane started the kitchen cleanup from supper. Paul and his wives were so lost in each other they got in the way of the hustle and bustle of the cleanup. Diane took her father by the hand and I slipped an arm around each of the lady's waist. We guided them to the living room and told them to get comfy — we had things to do and a bunch of newlyweds was in our way. They gratefully sunk into a group cuddle on the couch. Diane gave them each a sweet kiss and then gave her father a playful poke in the ribs. "Don't you be doing anything nasty in here with my new Mom's, save it for later, OK?"

They all laughed, basking in their love and the love of their family. Before Diane and I got out, the kids came roaring in. It would soon be their bedtime, and they wanted a kiss from Grampa before they went up. Rhiannon pulled me down to whisper a question in my ear. I whispered the answer back and she whispered it to Jenny. They each claimed a lady and planted a sloppy child's kiss on them, then switched. They then stood back with big grins and said very sweetly. "Goodnight, Grampa; Goodnight Oma Pie; Goodnight Oma Jo". They darted out giggling noisily, Diane after them, before anyone could react. No need to worry, though, Pie and Jo were delighted!

I left them then, to their privacy. I reminded them that because of the weather we'd need the couch later for Mom and Dad. I went up after Diane and the kids. Diane had just finished Jen's bath and was tucking her in. She was beat, and didn't need a story tonight. Diane and I each kissed her good night, and she was out like a light, sleeping as only the young can. I slipped my arm around Diane's waist as we crossed to Rhiannon's room. She looked lost in there with all the bunk beds. We tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. Soon, she too was sleeping soundly, the sleep of the innocent.

We watched our progeny for a few minutes then quietly closed her door and rejoined Mom and Dad in the kitchen. I was curious, and asked Mom. "How did you know they had rings, and that they had them with them?"

Mom explained her reasoning. "They were like you and Your Girls, David. They got married on the spur of the moment and didn't have them. They got their rings later, and were probably going to exchange them fairly soon, but Pie had her fit, and everything was over. Those rings became the most valuable things in the world to them, and symbolized a hope for the future, no matter how forlorn. They carried them everywhere, just as they do their string, partly to keep the memory alive, and partly because you just never know when you might need them."

We visited with Mom and Dad a bit more until I remembered something. I grabbed Diane's hand and pulled her upstairs with me. She thought I was suddenly horny and pulling her upstairs for a quickie. I would have loved to, but I had remembered a job we had to do. I explained it to her as we got to the top of the stairs. "I'd love to get it on with you, Sweet Thing, but we have to make sure the newlyweds' room is ready for them."

"How so, Studly?"

"Mattress cover, towels for the girls. Bath towels ready for use in the morning, and lay out their robes. One of us may also be asked to be a witness to Paul and Jo's consummation."

Diane was incredulous. "You mean they want us to watch? Kinky!"

I explained the duties of a Witness as I understood them. "Maybe, but I doubt it. They may just go with Pie being with them. That's the way we did it for Riekie. Carol Anne was her witness as well as a participant. In the morning, though, they may call one of us, most likely you, to look at a well-fucked pussy. But that's later; right now we gotta get their room ready. I picked up some stuff for them the other day."

"That was those bags you brought in, eh? I thought it was Christmas presents, the way you were so secretive."

"More like wedding presents. Here, gimme a hand with this stuff."

We'd gone into our room to the small closet where I kept my hunting gear and traditionally hid Christmas presents.I crawled in and handed out several shopping bags to her. Diane and I carried our loot to the Koorstis' room. I stripped the bed and threw the linen in the dirty laundry.

Out of the bags, I produced a plastic mattress cover and a brand new queen size bed linen set. Diane and I soon made up the bed with the new cover and sheets, replaced the blankets, and then topped it all with a new comforter to match the sheets. They'd be warm if nothing else. We turned the bed down and we placed two thick towels on each side of the bed then turned it back up.

I got out three fluffy white terry robes and laid them out on the foot of the bed, two smaller ones with a larger one in the middle. There were several large thick, fluffy bath towels and matching wash cloths, which we laid out on a small table we brought in from our room. The final touch was to set out a number of vanilla scented candles and light them. We turned off the light, leaving the candles burning, and left, closing the door behind us.

Diane hugged and kissed me tenderly. "That was sweet, David. How'd you know they'd be getting re-married tonight?"

"I didn't. I would have done this for them anyway, as long as they slept together. That they got married just makes it that much more poignant for me." I hadn't been sure about Pie cutting the knot, but if they slept together, they were going to get the same loving treatment they had arranged for me.

Diane snuggle up. "Do I detect a note of nostalgia, Husband of Mine?"

"Yes you do, Muffin. They, Pi and Jo, did it for Carol and me twice now, and Mom did it for the three of us the first time we were here. I think it's a nice touch and a tradition I'd like to keep alive. Don't be surprised if Mom and her cronies don't sneak in and do it for us again when our girls finally come home."

"How come nobody did it for us already?" Diane sounded a little hurt and left out.

"First of all, when we got married, we went to a hotel where everything was supplied except the candles. Secondly, we got married in a Catholic ceremony. I don't know for sure, but I think all this has some pagan significance. I should ask Dad. You and I could do a knot tying rite if you want, but I think it would be redundant, because we have to do another when the girls come home anyway. But if it's just the candles, we can do that ourselves anytime."

It was starting to get late, and Mom and Dad wanted to go to bed. I was about to knock on the door to the living room just as it opened. Paul and the girls were just coming out. They looked a lot happier now than before supper. Paul laughed. "Great minds think alike! We thought your parents might be wanting to go to bed soon, and my wives inform me it is close to their normal bed time too. Before everybody settles in for the night, can we have a few minute together, all of us?"

I nodded and we all gathered in the kitchen. Paul faced us with an arm around each woman. I'd never seen the aunts look so relaxed and content. Paul looked to them, they nodded, and he spoke for them all. "David, Diane Marie, Lori, Don we just want to express our gratitude for what you have done for us today. David, if there's a Heaven, there's a special corner of it reserved just for you. You brought us all together again. I found my daughter I'd thought I'd lost forever. You gave me a family, returned my sister-wives to me, and restored our faith in the Goddess. We have no way to express our gratitude, but to say a simple Thank you." I wondered idly if I could have those 74 virgins left over — whoops — 73 now, I guess... 

Mom laughed. "Yes there is a way you can express your gratitude. It's your wedding night, especially for Joanna, I believe." Jo actually blushed like a school girl. "The best way you can say thank you is to take these young ladies to bed and make them happy. So, on that note, you three get to bed — your own bed! And I want to hear lots of noise tonight!"

Three voices giggled and answered. "Yes, Lady."

Dad groaned. "Oh no! Not another one of those nights!"

We all laughed, and the newlyweds gave us all a hug and a kiss goodnight before literally running up the stairs giggling and chattering like teenagers. After Paul and his wives ran up to their room Diane and I made up the couch-bed for Mom and Dad. Once their bed was made up, they shooed us out and started getting ready to settle down for the night.

Diane went ahead to check on the little girls while I fed the fire and secured the house for the night. Before she went up, Diane snuggled close and rubbed her pussy against me. I detected the smell of aroused woman, and something else... "Don't be long, Mister. I'm soaking wet tonight, and I need you bad. I've been wanting you since you left to get the aunts. I don't ever remember being this horny. <Giggle> I just don't know what's come over me. I think I wore my fingers out last night while you were gone, and today I had to run in the bathroom a couple times..."

With an invitation like that, I rushed to stoke the furnace and turn out the lights. As I ran up the stairs to my waiting nymphet, the snow continued to fall.



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Chapter 66


Diane was already in bed when I entered our room. She'd found some of the votive candles I got for Paul and company, and lit our room with them. It looked very romantic, and I detected a vaguely familiar, exotic perfume. I rushed through my night time routine in the bathroom, and quickly joined her in our bed. As I slid under the covers, she snuggled her hot little body against me. Her nipples were two hot points burning me, and I felt wetness on my hip where she rubbed her furry little pussy against me.

I got a stronger whiff of her exotic perfume and was almost instantly harder than I could ever remember with her. I rolled to face her and she reached her lips for a kiss. I latched onto her mouth in a mind-blowing kiss that felt like it lasted several weeks. As the intensity of the kiss increased, Diane reached for my swollen and engorged member, and pulled me toward her sopping sex. She tore her lips from mine and cried urgently.

"David! Oh David! Something's happening to me! Put him in me Now! HURRY! HURRY! NOW! Pussy needs Rascal! HURRY!"

No preamble, no foreplay. She wanted it in her NOW. Eager to oblige, my cock raging with an intensity and need I'd rarely experienced, I swung between her wide spread thighs, took up position, and plunged, entering her delectable wet warmth in one smooth stroke. I slid deep into her seething sex, her cervix opened and I felt the knob enter this second snug opening straight into her uterus. It felt almost as if her cervix was actually sucking on my penis.

As I bottomed in her tight sheath, the tip sealed in the entrance to her womb, we heard a glass-breaking scream of absolute fulfillment from across the hall. Jo wasn't a virgin any more.

The total joy contained in that scream sent Diane and me into a rutting frenzy we'd never experienced. It was incredibly intense as we caught the tail of that comet I'd only been on a few times before, riding it to the edge of the stars. We rocketed up and up, our hips churning and thrusting in perfect rhythm. Diane's small pussy contracted and spasmed around my throbbing cock, milking and squeezing my length, her cervix sucking and massaging the tip.

We rode that comet higher and higher. I saw meteors and shooting stars, and the hard diamond pricks of distant stars against the black backdrop of interstellar night. My hips slammed into her small body with a force and frequency I'd rarely experienced. Little Diane's body rose to meet mine in perfect sync, her arms wrapped securely around my neck, her legs locked about my butt, holding us together as we rutted and fucked in mindless oblivion, lost among the stars.

We soared toward the apex of the comet's orbit, bodies humping and pumping furiously together in primordial lust. I felt my balls lift and pull tight to my body, preparing for their discharge, and my penis swelled even larger and harder within the seething confines of her hot, wet love tunnel. Diane's pussy tightened, her vaginal muscles massaged my swelling shaft as her cervical sphincter tightened around the tip.

We hit escape velocity and my balls erupted, exploding in that delicious pain of release through the length of my penis as it spewed and spit geyser after geyser of hot, thick, sperm deep into her uterus. I thrust once, deep into her and held while my balls emptied their precious load into her clasping womb. My head felt like it exploded with my eruption and I saw the silent blue-white explosion of a supernova.

As I erupted, Diane's body convulsed and shook, wracked by the spasms of her own massive orgasm. Her hips slammed into mine, her pussy muscles clamping around my cock as her cervix almost literally sucked the sperm from my body into her greedy womb. And she yelled her completion.

"YES!! OGOD! DAVID! YES! DAAAAVVIIDD!! YES! STAAARRS! OGOD, DAVID! STARS! YE-E-E-SSS!!"

Our hips continued to churn gently together as smaller spasms rocketed through her body, finally winding down as we held each other and caught our tortured breath. I rolled us to the side, my semi-erect member sealing my spend deep within her. My balls were coated with her juices, but not a drop of semen leaked back.

Diane covered my face with a million small love kisses, tears of joy running down her cheeks. She pulled me closer, her beautiful brown eyes dancing in the candlelight and exclaimed ecstatically, "Oh, David! I love you so much! That was the most fantastic moment! I saw stars! Real stars, hard and white on black! I saw a huge white explosion and felt something deep inside me jump!! David? I think I'm pregnant!"

She hugged me tighter and held me deep inside, my penis sealing everything deep within. I held her close and nuzzled her sweet neck. I thought she was pregnant, too. Only twice before had I experienced this type of urgent need followed by the intense blue-white explosion in my mind, and Carol Anne was carrying the twins both of those had produced.

Cuddled close, my penis firmly clamped in her womb, her cervix sucking contentedly on the knob, I swore I could hear a gentle purring... We drifted into sleep to the accompaniment of a second glass shattering scream from across the hall. I think Pie's demon had been exorcised.

Sometime in the middle watches, I was startled out of a contented sleep by a sound. In the silence of deep night and a sleeping house, I heard an anxious voice.

"HURRY! NOW! HURRY!"

Then a deeply satisfied and loud groan. "MMMMMMMMMM!"

That groan was followed by the sound of a furiously worked bed. A few minutes later I heard a loud yell of happiness from the other room. I recognized Jo's voice even in her passion as she hollered Paul's name, with some unintelligible words in Dutch, and then I heard the word 'STARS!' Diane murmured contentedly in her sleep as her hips snuggled tighter to mine, keeping my still semi hard penis securely sealed within her clasping tunnel. As the noise from across the hall subsided, I drifted back to dreamless sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Diane's love.

It must have stopped snowing sometime overnight because I woke to bright daylight, the early morning sun dazzling as it streamed in our window, and to two sparkling moist brown eyes watching me with love. My morning woody was buried deep within a sweet warm, wet pussy. I smiled at her tender smile as she moved her hips suggestively and I kissed her sweetly. I looked closely and she started to giggle at my inspection. Her skin was radiant, almost glowing! This girl was pregnant! I knew the signs, now!

Diane blushed slightly at my intense gaze. "Why are you staring at me, David?"

"Just drinking in the warm glow of a happy pregnant lady." I replied, basking in her glow of completion.

Diane moved her hips again and hummed, "Mmmmm! That's so sweet! I feel like I'm glowing! I feel wonderful, and I love it when I wake up with Rascal all nice and hard inside Pussy! He filled her all up and she didn't spill any! She's VERY happy! Pussy just loves being a mommy, you know, but all that work getting that way makes her hungry, too. Does Rascal have any breakfast for her?"

I got right into the anthropomorphism too, declaring, "Yup! He's been slaving in his kitchen all night with his two nutty friends, making her breakfast for her. I just hope she isn't still so full from her last meal that she can't eat all her breakfast this morning."

Diane giggled, her muscles doing astounding things to her friend. "Feed Pussy her breakfast now, David. Is Rascal ready?"

My penis, loving its warm, wet home, throbbed its readiness. "More than ready."

I rolled her to her back, raised my hips, withdrawing to make the first plunge and called out. "Breakfast is served, Pussy! Come and get it!"

I thrust into her as she lunged upward to meet me. We didn't last long as we rutted and fucked, our hips plunging and slamming together in that age-old rhythm of baby-making. Too soon I felt the eruption upon me as her muscles contracted and sucked, her cervix sucking on the tip. My balls heaved and spat and my cock swelled and squirted load after load of baby juice deep inside her welcoming uterus. It felt like I came at least a quart as her body convulsed and quaked beneath me in her own orgasm. And once again she yelled her fulfillment to the world.

"YES! YES! DAAAAVVVIIDD! YE-E-E-EESS!"

Catching our breath, we lay cuddling for a few minutes basking in post coital bliss, nibbling kisses at each other. Suddenly our reverie was shattered by an ear-splitting scream from the girls' room I vaguely recognized as Pie. Diane giggled, threw her head back and answered that scream with a howl of pure joy and joie-de-vivre. My ears rang from the sheer volume of her howl.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"

We held each other close, laughing ourselves silly. It was good to be alive this day! My bladder finally demanded attention and I withdrew from Diane's clasping pussy with a wet sucking sound. Before she let me out of bed, Diane bent to my cock and licked it clean of all our juices clinging to it, then spun around and opened her thighs obscenely, showing me her treasure. As recently as four months ago, she would never have been so brazen.

"How does she look? Did she spill any of her breakfast?" Diane asked with the innocence of just wanting to know.

Diane's pussy was flushed and swollen, but her tiny love hole was puckered shut, and there was no evidence of leaking sperm. Pussy had retained all of her breakfast and her meal from last night. Her sweet curls were matted and her thighs glistened with her own juices only. Diane's entire body was suffused with that warm, happy glow.

I felt the innocence of her question and declared, "That is one well-fucked pussy, I think. She looks full to the brim, but she kept it all in. She's still a mess, though, from her own juice. She needs a bath, I think, and Rascal has to pee. Come with me, Muffin."

I slid out of bed and took her hand to help her up. I slid my arm around her waist and we headed for our private bath. Diane steered as I stepped to the stool, and again watched in mild disappointment as my morning erection followed the urine down the drain. As I got the shower going, she sat on the stool and released her own night water, all inhibitions gone. She was more than ready to meet the rest of My Girls (My Girls!).

We had a leisurely shower and enjoyed just caressing each other with soapy hands. Mildly erotic, but oh so soothing! I stepped out of the shower first then as she stepped out I enfolded her in a huge, soft, fluffy towel and toweled her off with love and tenderness, leaving her cooing in pleasure. She glowed like Carol. I'd finally managed to complete my fantasy with her — toweling her after her bath while she was pregnant. Two down, one to go!

Feeling all warm and fuzzy, we finished our morning toilette of brushing teeth and tidying hair with a happy shoving match. We had two sinks, but for some reason the one I used seemed better to her, and while I was trying to use it, no less... ready for another day, we returned to our room and dressed, Diane once again dispensing with underwear and going commando. Her short wool skirt showed her hips and legs to their best advantage, and although fully sated, I felt a stirring in my loins.

Before leaving our room, I looked out the window (That's our morning weather gauge on how to dress for the day.). The sun was shining in a clear cobalt blue cloudless sky. The snow was piled deep around the house and sparkled in the sun. It looked cold and pristine, a winter wonderland. I drew Diane's attention to the beauty of it and we snuggled a little just watching for a few minutes.

Just as we emerged from our room we heard her father's voice call out. They had probably heard us up and in the shower, then waited until they heard our door opening. "Muffin!... Muffin! Could you come in hear please?"

Diane was nervous of entering their room. She whispered to me. "David, what do I do?" Then she called back. "Just a minute, Daddy!"

I drew on my experience with Carol when Riekie was our witness as I whispered back, "Knock first. When they say to come in, move to the foot of the bed, but not too close. Your dad will probably cover himself, but maybe not, so be prepared. This is mainly for the girls. If they're as bold as you were a few minutes ago, one or both will show you their pussies. They may say something or not, because the whole point is for you to see they've been fucked, no more no less. Then you say. 'I am now your Witness. If asked I will say you have Consummated your Marriage Bed.' Then tell them it's time for their bath (they can use ours) and make sure you show them their towels.

"They may give you Jo's towel. Take it graciously and maybe even repeat your witness statement. I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised by the appearance of those ladies. Now go on, I'll get the kids up and get their breakfast for them. When you come down, we'll make a gourmet breakfast for them. Oh, and tell them they can wear just their robes to breakfast." I kissed her and patted her on her sweet bum. "Now go to them."

I headed to Rhiannon's room to see if she was awake yet as Diane knocked on the door to the guest room. I heard a faint, "Come in."

Diane turned and looked at me, squared her shoulders and opened the door. I heard voices, but didn't stop to listen as she disappeared into their room. I'd get the report later.

I stuck my head in Rhiannon's door. She was just starting to get up. I gave her a good morning hug and kiss then went to check on Jen. She was awake already, playing quietly until an adult came for her. At twenty three months, she was almost toilet trained, but still wet herself some nights, so we always put a heavy diaper on her for night. Her bed was dry, and so was her night nappy. I praised her for making it through the night and gave her a big hug and a sloppy kiss. I took her to the bathroom and made sure she went potty, helped her brush her teeth, washed her up, and took her back to her room to dress her. I heard Diane come out of the newlyweds' room while I was in the bathroom with Jenny. She went directly downstairs.

Rhiannon went in the bathroom as we left. Almost seven now, she could dress herself and took great pride in doing all her morning toilette by herself. We still had to help her brush out her long hair, but she tried to do it herself before handing the brush to the nearest adult to work out the tats. With Jen dressed, I carried her downstairs. She could have gone down herself, but riding on Daddy's shoulders is always more fun. Rhiannon came running down a short time later.

Mom and Dad were already up, and had the coffee on. Diane had made it down ahead of the kids and me, and was already busy getting a big breakfast ready for the adults and seemed quiet. Mom took over looking after the kids and made me sit down for a coffee. Dad looked tired, but was grinning from ear to ear. Mom had that healthy glow of a 'well-fucked woman'.

Dad greeted me with, "I'll tell you one thing, David, it's a lot easier trying to keep up with someone my own age, but Paul's still a hell of a man, I think. Those girls screamed or hollered four times. I only heard you kids twice. What's up, slowing down?" We laughed together, remembering a New Year's Eve a long time ago.

"Maybe we are, but take a close look at Muffin and see if she ain't a happy woman. She got summoned to witness duty this morning, so I think she's probably got a few things to digest. Are you Ok, Honey?" I replied to Dad and wanted to know why Diane was quiet.

Diane turned to face us with a cockeyed grin. I clued in right away — she'd been quiet and kept busy until I came down so the parents wouldn't get a good look at her. When she turned to face us with that silly grin, the glow was obvious.

Mom saw it right away, and gave Dad a poke in the ribs. "They're not slowing down a bit, Donald. I think David managed to put a bun in her oven first try last night. I should have known when you, yelled, Muffin instead of screaming like you usually do, and then you howled this morning like Carol Anne does when she's exhilarated. You are certainly related — it has to be a family trait."

Diane was a little taken aback, but recovered gaily. "Mom, you're no fun! I wanted to make the big announcement. Oh well, I guess my face was the announcement. I'll at least be able to tell Carol Anne tonight. She can't see my face, and maybe Daddy and his ladies won't notice until I tell them, although Pie and Jo know what to look for after seeing Carol Anne."

"Well, you look simply wonderful Dear, and congratulations. Are you two happy with this? After all, you have twins on the way with Carol Anne, and we're expecting Riekie's children soon too. This house is going to be overrun with kids! I, for one, LOVE IT, but then I don't have to live here..." Mom giggled in her happiness at our news, but was concerned, given the number of new babies and children landing on us all at once.

Diane scolded Mom for even suggesting we weren't happy with this pregnancy. "Mother! Of course we're happy with this baby! I've been off the Pill for over a month just so we could try. Don't I look happy? We all love kids, and if you think you're going to get out of some babysitting just because you live across the road... Why that's just about as handy as can be, isn't it? And we're still not sure how soon Carol Anne or Riekie will be joining us"

I heard movement upstairs and giggling and squealing. You'd have thought we had a houseful of teenagers instead of some sixty-something not-quite-anymore-spinsters. <Grin> Then we heard the water running for the bath.

We had other things to discuss and the noise from upstairs meant we could do it without being overheard. The kids were finished their breakfast, so I shooed them in to watch some cartoons while we talked. I don't like the kids to watch a lot of TV, but a few cartoons on a snowy Saturday morning doesn't hurt. Rhiannon would channel surf until she found some Looney Tunes anyway. She shared my love of the old Warner Bros. stuff. I started by asking, "Diane Marie, how did your Witness duty go this morning?"

Diane got serious and stood up straight as she took on her formal duty and reported directly to Mom. Shit! I thought I asked a simple question. She produced a stained, still damp towel and showed it to us. "Venerable Mother, I am their Witness, and I say to you now, that their marriage was fully, <giggle> repeatedly, extremely enthusiastically, and noisily consummated. What I didn't see, I heard. This towel is the proof of their consummation."

Mom received her report with a huge smile. I was curious, though. "And... ?"

Diane stuck her tongue out at me, and gave me one of those looks women reserve for 'man-the-pig', "David! You men are all alike, wanting the gruesome details! I'll tell you one thing — if I look half as good at that age as those ladies do, I'll be very happy indeed."

I grinned in remembrance of those lovely bodies. "I know what you mean, I've seen them myself."

Everyone looked at me in shock, and Diane started to sputter. "William David Lloyd! <Uh-oh!> Whaddaya mean you've seen them?"

"They gave me a bath when I was there with Carol Anne, very non-sexual, but they were nude, and they looked great."

Mom came to my rescue. "Ah! Did they give Carol Anne a bath, too?"

Relieved that Mom would come in, I replied, "Yes, before mine, and they were nude for that too, she said. What's the big deal? That was the night I told Jo she was still a virgin despite the physical loss of her hymen to rape."

Mom sounded impressed. "Those ladies did you a great honour by bathing you, David., and it sounds like you repaid them well. Muffin, David did nothing wrong. You'll learn about that type of service as you progress. Those girls are better trained then they let on. Oma must have been a High Priestess herself. Hmmm."

Just then, the windows rattled to another yell of completion, this time from directly overhead in our bathroom. Mom looked stunned, then grinned. "We may just have another little one on the way. That was Jo, wasn't it?"

Despite my remembrance of the lovely bodies of these older women, I was shocked at Mom's suggestion. "Yes! But... but... she's sixty, or almost, Mom! How'll we know?"

Diane giggled and laughed. "That may be, David, but her body isn't sixty from what I saw this morning! Nor is Pie's! There's lots of women my own age who'd die to look like them And I'm telling tales out of school now -- when they showed me the proof, of consummation, Pie was leaking like anything, but Jo was closed up tight and looked full, just like you described me this morning David! And you were right, they were as proud as punch to show me the 'evidence'. Who'd have thought that of those two uptight ladies who arrived here yesterday?"

Mom spoke up again. "I'll know, just like I did for Muffin here, and you will, too. They'll both look like 'well-fucked' women, but I bet Jo's glow will be deeper. But let's not say anything at first, and see if she can restrain herself from blurting it out, that is if she knows. I think she does. All the Koorstis women seem to know when it happens. Carol Anne said she saw a white light. How did you know, Muffin?"

"A big white flash, something inside me jumped and a feeling of... of... completion."

"Mom?"

"Yes, David.'

"When it happens, I see it too. To me, each time I've made a baby with one of My Girls, that particular lovemaking has seemed like a wild comet ride, and each time a baby has been conceived, I saw a blue-white supernova. I saw it for both of the twins, and I saw it for Muffin's new baby last night. And we both saw the stars of deep space." Telling of my own experience reminded me. "That reminds me. I woke up in the middle of the night, and heard Jo holler 'Stars!'. I was too sleepy to realize the significance."

"My! My! David! You really are connected to Your Girls. That's wonderful! Muffin, that's a stronger statement of love than any words could ever describe. I must make sure I tell Carol Anne and Riekie. If they ever doubted David's love, that should fix them. I've heard of it only a few times. It's almost the stuff of fairy tales."

Well, it got me a great big hug and kiss from my sweet little wife! That finished our discussion of the newly weds on a high note. Dad and I grabbed our coffees and went to watch Bugs Bunny with the kids while Diane and Mom finished cooking breakfast. Soon the house was filled with the aroma of toast and bacon, one of my all-time favourite food smells. Before long, we heard the sounds of those kids running from the bathroom to their own, and soon we heard the happy threesome coming down the stairs. Dad and I made sure we were at the table to watch as they trooped in. Hey! I can be as nosey as the next guy, OK?

Paul and the aunts entered the room wearing their terry robes. They looked a little sheepish at first, but warm smiles from the rest of us soon put them at ease. The girls looked radiant, positively glowing. I swore they looked almost twenty years younger. Even their faces looked rounder, fuller, with a happy twinkle in their brown eyes, so much like Diane's. They wore their hair loose, and it cascaded in waves to their shoulders with just a touch of grey actually highlighting the colour.

The ladies wore their robes with some décolletage, showing just a hint of nicely rounded breasts, and as they sat, the front of the robes opened, revealing some rather shapely thigh. I was amazed at my own reaction to theses creatures. They were simply beautiful, radiating health, vitality and a certain sensuality. They both glowed with that 'well-fucked' look I talk about so much. Like Mom said all those years ago, there isn't anything much more beautiful, unless that well-fucked lady got pregnant from it, making her glow even more, just as Diane and Carol did now. Trying not to be too obvious, I examined Jo more closely than Pie, and sure enough, she had that deeper, more fulfilled glow. I saw both Mom and Diane raise their eyebrows a little.

Both Mom and Diane moved quickly to the aunts and gave them big hugs and warm, sensual kisses as 'Good morning!' was exchanged all around.

The kids heard everyone talking in the kitchen and ran out screaming "Grampa! Oma! Oma!" and descended upon Paul, Pie and Jo like little dervishes.

With everyone in place, Mom and Diane made sure everyone had a coffee or tea, and took breakfast orders for eggs. Soon we all had a plate full of bacon and eggs done the way we liked, and everyone filled their faces. Everybody seemed hungry this morning for some reason... Even the kids joined us for toast and peanut butter, although they'd already had their breakfast, each one held in the lap of one of the aunts.

The breakfast table conversation was lively and fun. Pie and Jo were the liveliest I'd ever seen them, giggling like school girls at Dad's silly, often risqué jokes. Paul had a wicked sense of humour, too, and told some hilarious jokes. I knew where poor Kit had gotten her joke telling abilities from.

Over coffee, Diane cleared her throat, and reached for my hand. Instead, I got up and went round to her and stood behind her chair, my arms wrapped around her shoulders. She gripped my forearms tenderly and laid her pretty head back into my chest as she addressed the room.

"David and I have an announcement — we're pregnant."

Mom and Dad knew, of course, but acted sufficiently surprised and pleased. Paul and his wives were delighted. Rhiannon piped up. "Another new baby? But I didn't See this one!"

Mom told her, "Your Sight doesn't show you everything, Little One, otherwise there would be no mystery or wonder in the world at all."

Jo cleared her throat, looked at her partners for support, and they nodded. She looked down shyly and said. "We think we are, too."

Mom, grinning, said. "Which one?"

To which, Jo replied in almost a little-girl voice, "Me, I think."

Mom wouldn't let her off that easily, though. "And just what makes you think you are, Joanna Koorstis?"

"I-I just sort of know? You know?"

"How do you know?"

"I saw this bright white light when it happened, and I just knew, and it felt wonderful, and I know I made an awfully loud noise."

We all laughed, and Dad joked, "You three made so much noise last night, how do you tell the difference?"

Jo explained, "Pie and I usually scream or wail when we get there, but that time, I felt joy and... and... completion, I just had to shout it out to the world! Muffin, did you shout and yell earlier?? And is that when you knew?"

Diane went to Jo and hugged her. "Yes, Momma Jo, that's when I knew, and now you're really gonna be a Momma! Isn't it wonderful?"

Jo wasn't sure if being pregnant at her age was a good thing or not. "But I'm too old! Women my age aren't supposed to get pregnant!"

Mom became the mid-wife-nurse and health care professional that came with her training, as she asked Jo several questions. "How old are you, Joanna?"

"I just turned sixty."

"Are your periods still regular?"

"My periods are still as regular as clockwork. My doctor is constantly amazed. She says my body is younger than hers, and she's only in her early forties."

"What is the general state of your health?"

"Excellent. As I told you, my doctor says my body is much younger than my age would suggest."

"Do you want a baby?"

"More than anything -- but a woman my age? A new mother? What would people think?"

"Piete and Paul, what do you think? Do you want a baby?"

Pie spoke first. "Yes, I want a baby. I sort of wish it was me, but... At least this time she'll know her real parents."

Paul picked up. "I've already had two children. One of them sits in this room with us, and apparently is happy for us. I see her own joy at her new pregnancy. I see the joy she has in her other two children and I remember my own joy when my children were still with me and the joy of reunion. Yes! I want this baby! I may not live to see her much past college, but she will know her father and will be one of the most loved children ever."

Mom stood up and raised her arms over the three of them. "I give you the Goddess' blessing for your child.

"Now, Jo, it's not unheard of for women your age and even older to get pregnant." she looked at Pie. "The oldest on medical record is sixty three, but there are many stories, especially from Eastern Europe of women much older.

"If I was a stranger to walk in here today, not knowing either of you, and asked to guess your age, I'd have to guess early to mid forties, no older. You ladies are amazing. You're in excellent health, and even your own doctor says your body is younger than your actual age. I don't see a problem. We'll watch you closely of course, as we would any mature woman, and because it's your first, but you should do well. There's also the small chance of problems caused by the brother-sister issue, but the risks are less than one percent. Kit was healthy and normal wasn't she? When Riekie comes home, you'll have the best of modern medicine plus the best of the Old Ways to help you. While I'm on the subject — Piete, are your periods still regular?"

"Yes, so far. I have the same doctor as Joanna, and she says the same thing of me. I'm not certain, though if I want to have a baby again. I'd be too afraid of losing her the way I lost Kit, but if I did get with child, she would be very loved."

Mom was having a field day. She looked at Jo and said. "Jo, I'm almost positive you're pregnant. Congratulations, Momma."

Diane changed the subject. "Pie? Jo? What should I call you now? Mom, here, is my only true Mother, now, but because you're married to Daddy, I don't feel right calling you Tante Pie and Tante Jo, even though that's our true relationship, and I don't feel comfortable calling you just Pie and Jo."

Pie answered for both. "You called Jo 'Momma Jo' a few minutes ago, and given her condition <giggle> that fits, so call us Momma Pie and Momma Jo if you like. It goes with the little girls calling us both Oma, a name I dreamed of being called once, but had that taken from me. We like it, so use it, right, Momma Jo?" Pie laughed happily and Jo just nodded with a smile.

Pie's references to Kit just goes to show that some pain never goes away. Being predeceased by a child is one of the worst.

We wrapped up breakfast and the newlyweds went back up to get dressed. Dad and I assayed the snow situation and got dressed to start clearing it away from the front of the house. We started with the front porch and started shoveling toward the vehicles. When he was dressed, Paul came out and helped. We soon had all the walks, the Yule fire pit, and around the vehicles cleared. Just as we finished, the plough came up the lane and we were once again able to get out to town if we needed. I call it our lane, but it is really a municipal road. Until my parents built the new house, we were the only ones on it, and we came to look upon it as almost a private laneway even though the municipality maintains it.

After the plough came up, we had to dig the vehicles out where the plough had dumped its bank, but that was short work with the three of us. With our vehicles clear, we threw our shovels in the back of my truck, and the three of us drove down to the neighbours' to retrieve Paul's car. That neighbour had a small snow blower, and already had his driveway clear when we got there. All we had to do was brush the snow off Paul's car, and he was ready to roll. When Paul offered to pay the man, he politely refused saying, "What are neighbours for? We help each other out."

When we got back, the three of us shoveled out my parents' driveway and walkways so they could go home. Clyde, the puppy, was awfully glad to see Dad. Dad said it was the last time he'd leave the dog on his own, and he was as good as his word. After that, where ever Dad went Clyde followed, just as his namesake had done all those years before.

Once we got Paul's car safely home, the rest of the day was spent just lazing about. After lunch, I took the kids out on the hill for some tobogganing, and the next thing I knew, everyone was out with us having fun in the snow. The aunts played in the snow like kids, making snow angels and chased each other and Paul around playing tag. At one point they ended up in a happy loving heap, and two kids jumped in with them. Diane, being the biggest kid of all was in the thick of it with them. By the time the sun started to go down, we were all getting tired, cold and hungry, but happy.

Mom and Dad went home long enough to change into fresh clothes then returned for supper, and sure enough, Clyde followed along at Dad's heel. The aunts and Mom helped Diane get a quick supper on, and we had another enjoyable time of good food and good fellowship. It would soon be time to call Carol and Ben. Dad, Paul and I went down to my shop to putter around and visit.

The women folk, including the kids, made Christmas crafts and put up more decorations. The house looked festive when we men folk came back up in time to call Calgary. The only thing missing was the tree. Because we use a real tree, we don't put it up until the week before Christmas. I had one already picked out, and asked Paul if he'd go with me tomorrow to bring it home.

Eight o'clock rolled around fairly quickly. We all gathered in the big living room, I dialed the number and waited for Carol or Ben to pick up.



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Chapter 67


Carol's phone rang and rang. I was just about to hang up when Carol answered, out of breath. She said she'd been doing some Christmas baking and couldn't run to the phone because she was taking stuff out of the oven. Ben was sleeping, and probably didn't hear it. She sounded tired and worried and said that Ben seemed to be getting worse. She said Beth came over last week after she talked to us and spent some time with her which she really appreciated, and thanked Mom for calling Beth. Ben must have been wakened by the phone ringing, and picked up the extension in his room. He didn't say much, he was too weak, but he did say hi and stayed on listening as we talked. I told them someone had extremely good news for them.

"David, darling, what someone and what good news? You make everything so mysterious."

"Remember what I told you years ago about being told what is down an old road? The fun is in the exploring? This is similar. Hang on while they sort themselves out."

I looked at the newlyweds. Who was going to speak? Paul took the initiative. "Carol Anne?"

Carol answered with a question. "Hi, Paul. What's your news?"

"Well, there's several bits, and you better be sitting."

"OK, I'm sitting."

"First of all, it's not Paul, it's Uncle Paul to you." Paul said with chuckle.

Carol was stunned, and squealed repeatedly as she struggled to comprehend his news, "Uncle... ? Uh... I don't get... EEEEEK! UNCLE PAUL? The Uncle Paul? Pie and Jo's Paul? How? Why? But... but... I don't understand... but... but... but... I thought you were Muffin's daddy! THIS is just too much!!"

Paul laughed as he told her, "Slow down, Girl! I'm still Muffin's daddy. I just found out yesterday that you're Dolly's daughter and therefore my niece. There's..."

Carol wouldn't let him finish, yelling, "MUFF-FFIN!!"

"I'm right here, Doll, no need to shout! What would you like Sweetheart?" Diane replied, her love for Carol just dripping from her voice.

Carol heaved a long sigh of longing, then, "Aside from having you here with me... you mean we're really cousins and not just something we made up to cover our letters?"

"Mmmm-hmmm! That's what I'm told. I only found out yesterday myself. David kept this to himself for quite a while until he got all the details straight and everything set up to break the news right."

"Set up? You mean my aunts know?"

"Ask them yourself, they're right here. Daddy was going to put them on until you hollered for me."

Carol squealed again in giddy delight, "Pie? Jo? Are you there? How'd you get there, and why? David never said anything to me about inviting you up to the farm."

Pie and Jo laughed at Carol's antics. Pie spoke for both, dropping into her schoolmarm voice, "Yes, Carol Anne, we're here, and have been since yesterday afternoon. David drove down and picked us up because we didn't want to drive, which turned out to be a good thing because we just made it here ahead of a big snow storm. We've never been before, and it's just beautiful! You should see the farm with all this fresh snow — it's breath taking!

"David invited us a couple weeks ago. He said Diane and his family wanted to meet us, and what better time than at Christmas time? Seeing as we were going to be alone over Christmas this year, we accepted. We'll all be here together if you need any of us, too. He kept his wonderful surprise from us, and even told us he was still working on his Quest. Paul didn't know anything either until he arrived last evening in the middle of that dreadful snowstorm. What a wonderful, delirious surprise! We recognized each other instantly after all theses years! When your David makes a promise, he keeps it!"

Carol couldn't stop squealing like a school girl. "EEEEEK! Oh that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you! Is everything OK amongst you now?"

Pie sighed contentedly and said softly, "Oh, yes, everything's fine now, couldn't be any better." She giggled a little. "I'll let Jo tell the rest, but just so you know, Carol Anne, this has been the happiest day and a half of my life. I hope it never ends." Pie's voice had taken on that soft, loving quality she'd had since last night, and Carol could tell that her aunt's life had indeed taken a sharp turn for the better.

Jo spoke up in a similar warm, loving tone as her sister-wife. "Carol Anne?"

"Yes, Jo. You two sound so happy!" Carol replied with another giggle. "What happened? I knew you'd be glad to see Paul... Uncle Paul... if David ever found him for you, but you guys sound like something even more wonderful has happened."

"Carol Anne, something wonderful did happen! Actually, for me, three something wonderfuls!" Jo dropped her nuclear bombshell straight on target with a happy giggle. "So wonderful, the second one made a baby in me!"

Carol gasped, blasted into incomprehension. "Huh??" Then there was a dead silence, a silence so loud it shouted, as the news penetrated into her numbed brain.

Jo heard the silence. "Carol Anne?... Carol Anne?... Are you still there?" The silence continued as Carol slowly digested this staggering information, and Jo became concerned. "David? I think we lost the connection..."

Carol recovered enough to choke out, "Uh... Uhh... No... No... The connection's Ok... I'm-I'm still here! Tante Joanna Koorstis... How... How... ?"

Jo couldn't resist a jab. "Oh, come on, Carol Anne, I shouldn't have to explain how to you of all people!" She giggled at Carol's discomfiture.

You could almost see Carol blushing as she said. "I should have said 'Who?' and 'How do you know?'." Carol was pretty quick on the comeback, too, and giggled. "David didn't seduce you, did he? I know he thinks you girls are pretty hot for your age..."

Jo caught the reference, and laughed aloud. "No, Carol Anne, David is quite busy enough with his own wives, thank you, and thank you for the compliment." She riposted Carol's crack about me nicely. "Until Paul returned, I might have been tempted though; David is a fine looking man... But, as to who, haven't you figured that out all ready?"

Carol was still trying to assimilate the news of their reunion, let alone on their first night back together, one of them gets pregnant. "Yeah, I guess I have... Pau... Uncle Paul... but so soon after getting back together?"

Jo giggled again. "We're no different than you or David getting together after a long separation and now look at you, your tummy all swelled up! You were trying from the first night, and as I recall, almost dragged David away in your haste!" She laughed heartily then got a little more serious as she answered another of Carol's questions. "Yes, we had some problems to work out, mostly Pie and Paul, but we did, with the help of Lori, and then she tied a new knot for us. Last night was my Wedding Night, Dear, and it was wonderful! So wonderful! I had dreamed of it for so many years!" She giggled some more as she reminded Carol, "Do you remember your own?"

Carol sighed, in happy remembrance, then exclaimed, "Oh I remember the most beautiful night of my life, yes I do! Your wedding night... Jo, I'm so happy for you, but to get pregnant on your first time? And how did you know you were... ?"

Jo explained her thoughts on getting pregnant from her first time and how she 'knew'. "I guess I'm one of the lucky four per cent. I used to use that number all the time when I taught girls' health class to try to discourage young girls from having sex without protection. Now I'm one of the four percent! But I don't regret it for a minute, just to have Paul love me like I wanted all this time! I never thought a woman my age would enjoy it so much!" Her face coloured a bit at speaking so openly of her experience and telling publicly how good it was, but she answered Carol's big question. "I knew the same way you did, Sweet Carol Anne... the same way you did — I saw a flash of light and just had this... this knowing. Your mom says it is so unusual, it must be a family trait."

Jo sighed, and continued, "I was worried about my age, but Lori says while it is very uncommon for women my age to get pregnant, it isn't unheard of, and she's going to watch me closely. My own doctor says my body is much younger than my actual age. I know I feel young now, like a giddy teenager in love; I think you know the feeling..." She was referring to when we were sixteen and so much in love. "We're hoping Riekie comes home soon so she can help Lori with my care. I think we are going to be here for a while then we have to decide where we're going to live after that. Where we live is just too far away from the rest of you, but Paul has a house not far from here, so we'll see."

Carol recovered from her shock and disbelief and squealed her delight for Jo, "EEEE! Oh, Jo, I'm so happy for you, as long as you are! I know there's a long story attached to Paul's return, but I'll worm that out of David another time, seeing as how he kept it a deep dark secret from me.

"Uncle Paul said there was other good news?" It was amazing how quickly she adapted to the new situation and Paul was now 'Uncle' Paul. "I can't imagine any more good news! Let's see now, since September: I have David back; I'm having his twins; Riekie's getting set to come back to us; I have a new wife waiting to join us; I have an uncle back; Pie and Jo found their lost lover; they re-married him last night (there's a story there, I'm sure); Jo had her wedding night after all these years; and Jo is now pregnant from her first time. What more could there possibly be?" She trailed off to a nervous giggle.

Carol's reference to Riekie getting set to come back and Diane waiting to join us reminded me of something I had to do, but for now, I'd let them have their fun.

Jo chuckled, "Oh, yes there's more! Someone else wants to talk to you now. I'll let you go for now — there is just too much to tell you about our reunion, I don't know where to start. Anyway, your other party is bursting with her news, so I'll let her talk to you now."

"Carol Anne?" Diane came into the conversation again, her voice soft and full of love.

Carol heaved a lover's sigh, "Muffin?"

Daine giggled merrily, then dropped her own bombshell. "Oh! I love how you say that! What do you think of raising three babies instead of two?"

Carol was having trouble grasping so much at once. "Huh... ? You mean we're gonna raise Jo's baby? But I thought..."

Diane giggled merrily again, "No, Silly! Our own!"

Carol let out a shriek of delight "EEEEEEK!! Oh, Diane Marie Lloyd! You mean you're... ?"

Diane was almost bouncing as she confirmed her news. "Yes, Carol Anne, me too! I thought Momma Jo was gonna give it away before I could tell you myself. David and I are ecstatic!" Then she sounded a little worried as she asked Carol. "What do you think?"

Carol shrieked again, "Eeeek! That's WONDERFUL, Muffin! I'm so happy for you... for US! When? How long have you known?"

Diane laughed sweetly, telling Carol, "Last night, and I KNEW, just like you! Mom said she knew this morning when I howled." She almost broke up completely, giggling hard as she told Carol about her howling.

Carol giggled with her, exclaiming, "You what... ? Oh! Ha! Ha! I get it! You do that, too, eh? Now I know we're related!"

Diane uttered her relief, "Oh, Carol Anne, I'm so glad you're happy for us."

Carol became reassuring and loving. "Oh, Muffin! I love you and David so much, how could I be anything but happy for you... for US? This is wonderful news!"

Their conversation turned into one of those ones all expectant mothers have about new babies and layettes and all that good stuff. Pie and Jo were enthusiastically included in their conversation about layettes and maternity wear. Mom was the 'medical' expert so she was consulted on what should be expected in each trimester and on the 'care and feeding' of pregnant ladies. Diane, as the one to have babies most recently was the 'old hand' and shared her experiences. Speaker phones are wonderful things for calls like this. The women laughed and giggled and carried on as if they were all in the same room, making Carol feel she really was there, and fully part of our family. We men were pretty well ignored except for the odd question or to acknowledge an order from one of the women to get this or do that in preparation for the births. Mostly, we just sat back and enjoyed the interaction of the five women as they chattered and laughed, mutually happy with the pregnancies.

Finally, it started to get late and I pointed at my watch for the ladies to wrap up. I still wanted to talk to Carol about a number of things, including Ben. The ladies wrapped up their women's group with a lot of tittering and tee-heeing.

Carol sent a noisy phone kiss, then laughed, "Ok, David, we're all finished for now, but lemme tell you, you're in deep trouble for not telling me anything."

I could hear the laughter in her voice, good to hear from the obvious strain when we first called, and replied, "It was on a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know. Actually, though Sweetheart, I wasn't sure how things were going to work out, so I thought I'd play it by ear. And if you didn't know, you wouldn't let anything slip, like an inadvertent 'Uncle Paul'. Remember I told you the Quest to find Paul was all tied up somehow with Diane Marie and her father, but couldn't figure it out? Well, it finally all came together.

"In a nutshell, when I found Muffin's dad, I found your Uncle Paul, too. It was almost too easy, like I was supposed to find all that information at one time. When we have more time, I'll explain the whole thing, but basically the Quest only took one afternoon! I've known about Uncle Paul since I found Daddy Paul, but the timing had to be right to tell anybody, and let me tell you, Hon, it was the hardest secret to keep ever. Imagine trying to keep GOOD NEWS to yourself for a month or more, especially news that good! The rest had to do with Diane Marie, herself."

Diane gave me an odd look, wondering what the hell I was talking about. I continued talking to Carol, though, because next to me, she had more of the background info that any of the others with the possible exception of Paul himself. "Remember when I told you Pie and Jo said we were separated so long was because I'd been sent on a quest to find a replacement for Kit?" That little tidbit of information was going to raise some questions later, I knew.

Carol answered me questioningly, "Y-ee-es? Where's this going, David?"

Now I finished the story. "Bear with me a while longer, Carol Anne, please. When you and I were talking about that, I said this about Diane Marie: 'She's the one in the odd position here. There's something strange about her I can't quite figure, and somehow I think the answer to that has something to do with why we can't have Riekie until Christmas. The quest to find her isn't finished yet.' Well, the quest to find Diane Marie is complete. What I was missing was that a quest can be internal, a journey of self discovery. The quest for Diane Marie wasn't just my quest, it was hers, and last night, or this morning, she completed it. She might not realize it yet, but she did."

I noticed Mom and Dad both nodding their heads and smiling happily. Paul and his ladies were also nodding and smiling in full agreement. Diane still looked mystified as I blew her a kiss. She came over to me, snuggled up, with her head on my shoulder and listened. I kissed the top of her pretty head and continued with Carol.

"Diane Marie's quest was to rediscover herself as a woman of Wicca, a member of the Koorstis family, and most importantly as a fully realized sexual and sensual person. The climax, pardon the pun, came with her ability to know when she conceives. My role, and that of all the other family members, including yourself was to help and guide her in her personal rediscovery. I'm sure I've got lots of questions to answer from her, but Carol Anne, she is now truly one of us, and she MUST be part of our knot.

"The bottom line, Carol Anne, and everyone else, the Quests are finished: my Holy Quest to find Paul Koorstis; my personal quest to reunite Diane and her father; and the unnamed Quest that Pie and Jo recognized to find and heal Diane Marie. Every condition for us to finally re-establish our family has been met, except for one, and if I had had my wits about me that one could possibly have been resolved a long time ago. That condition is Riekie. Carol Anne, she hasn't been following a schedule as such, I think she's been giving me a deadline to basically shit or get off the pot."

Carol sounded incredulous. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if I don't do something soon, Riekie may very well disappear forever. Remember she told you she was tired of waiting, was divorcing Rick, and closing her affairs in Winnipeg? Did she actually tell you she was coming back to us?"

"Duh! David! Don't you remember what I told you? She said she was coming back to you whether I did or not! Now you're scaring me, David. Talk to me..." Diane was alarmed, too, and hugged tighter.

"OK, Riekie promised me she would come when I called. I never called because I almost forgot that part of her oath. Now she's tired of waiting for the call, and I think has given me an ultimatum. I just hope I'm not too late, or that she'll get the message. Do you have a phone number for her? I don't even know what name she's using, and most doctors have unlisted numbers anyway."

Carol wasn't sure of Riekie's status either and said so. "She signs everything to the family with that funny 'Scott-Lloyd' with the 'Scott' struck out as if she's sending us some message, but I'm not sure what she uses as a legal name, although I suspect she uses just 'Lloyd'. That's what I put on the telegram we sent her. I never heard her referred to as Mrs. Ogden (Funny! That was the first time I'd ever heard Rick's last name!), so I don't know if she took Rick's name or not, and with the divorce, who knows? All I have is her office number, now. I don't think she's at the house anymore because of the divorce. None of her notes lately have had a return address. I'll try to call her myself, too. Here's the number..."

Carol gave me the number in Winnipeg which I jotted down on the pad by the phone as I continued, "She probably won't believe just you, but hearing it from you may fulfill the first half of the conditions she set when she first left us. Just tell her we're back together and to come home — it's time. I think she knows we're back together, because of the babies, but she also knew of the promise, and may think we only got together enough to do that. I'm going to call as soon as we're done here. I hope I'm wrong about her, and that this Christmas deadline we've talked about really is the manipulation of the Power, as we first thought. From what you tell me, I'm probably worrying about nothing, but we just can't take the chance, and maybe the Power has set it up so we have to call her home ourselves. Am I making any sense?"

"Carol sounded frightened. "As usual, you are, and maybe too much so. I'll try to contact her tonight, too."

'Ok, My Love, we can look after that in a few minutes. How's Ben?"

Ben himself answered my enquiry. "I'm alive, if that's what you mean. The pain medication keeps me drowsy all the time and I sometimes wish I could just go to sleep and not wake up."

Carol started to cry. "Ben! Don't you talk like that! We all want you with us!"

There was no reply from Ben. Carol was now really worried, and said we should end the call. We all understood, and said our goodbyes with loud phone kisses and a chorus of 'I love you!' from all in the room. Diane and Carol had their usual private moment at the end, but instead of giving me the phone for my goodbye to Carol, Diane hung up herself.

As soon as I got off the phone, despite questioning looks from all and sundry, especially Diane, I dialed the Winnipeg number. It rang four times then a machine answered and an unfamiliar voice spoke from the recording.

"You have reached the Riverside Family Clinic. No one is in the office right now, to take your call. This office will be permanently closed as of December thirty first. Most of our patients have already been contacted and their files forwarded to their new physicians. We will continue to check our messages until the twenty fourth. If this is David, please say just three words. At the tone, please leave your message, your name and your phone number."

I tried to leave a message, but the machine came back and said her mailbox was full, frightening me. I just hoped it was full because it was a weekend. I'd keep trying.

After Carol's hurried goodbye because of Ben, and the stark realization that I might just have missed the boat on Riekie, the evening got kind of glum. However, there were some other people who were upbeat, and I wasn't going to ruin their night. Paul and his wives were still caught up in the throes of their reconnected relationship and the joy of creating a new life. Diane, though she had questions, was still upbeat, despite Carol's hasty ending of our call. I figured I could let her wait on the question of Kit until we were alone. Mom and Dad were tired, and wanted to go home. I figured Mom just might be on the phone to Beth to get her over to Carol's quickly. Mom and Dad left shortly, Clyde in tow after a wealth of hugs and kisses from Paul, Pie and Jo, the grandchildren, and of course, Diane and me.

Paul and his ladies decided to stay in the living room and do some more catching up. Rhiannon and Jen didn't want to leave Grampa and the Oma's, but it was past their bedtime. They collected more than their ration of hugs and kisses from a doting grandfather and his wives as they said goodnight to the kids. As Diane and I shooed the kids out and started to close the door, they told us to leave it open.

I helped Diane get the kids ready for bed. They both had a bath and I read to Jenny after I tucked her in. She fell asleep at the same spot in the book again. Maybe I should start from that point the next time, eh? Rhiannon settled down as soon as she collected her goodnight hugs and kisses from Mommy and Daddy. After the kids were asleep, Diane and I returned to the kitchen, where for the first time today, we actually had some time and space alone. Mom and Dad had left, the kids were in bed, and Paul and his people were in their own private space.

Diane was thoughtful, and I thought I knew what she was thinking about, but I offered her a penny anyway.

She clued right in. "Oh, David, I think I know what you were talking to Carol Anne about, tonight. I'm just trying to sort it out. Do you think I've changed that much?"

I had to tell her. "Yes you have, Honey. Six months ago, you wouldn't even let me see Pussy up close, now you show her to me every chance you get. You orgasm freely, often and loudly. Again, six months ago, you acted guilty if you came. You're open to new ideas and ways of living. You've accepted the concept of a multiple marriage without question. You've fallen in love with another woman, and you're actually glad she's carrying my babies. You've shown an intelligence, insight and wit that wasn't there before. There's more, but I think you get the idea. Yes, Diane Marie, you have changed, and from my perspective, all for the better. You seem like a completely new person, and I love you more now than I ever did before. You've come into your own and embraced your heritage. Mom can tell you more about that than I can."

Diane was still absorbing this and more. "I believe you, David. I feel so FREE, and I can't ever remember being so happy, or content with myself! I really like the new me! You mentioned Kit several times tonight, what's the story there?"

I didn't know where to begin, so I just started talking, working some ideas through as I spoke. I told Diane about Kit as I knew her, and the revelation at the funeral that she had loved me; and my own realization that I had loved her. I told her the whole story about how the aunts thought Kit should have been my third wife, but died before that could come to be. I told her Pie and Jo thought I'd been sent on a quest by the Power or whatever to find a replacement, and that she, Diane, was it. That she was also Paul Koorstis' daughter made it bitter-sweet for them, but fitting, too. I didn't want Diane to feel that she was second-string, either. The quest wasn't finished until Diane became fully self-realized, which happened last night when she was able to tell instantly that she was pregnant. She was Kit's replacement, yes, but she brought her own uniqueness to the mix, and it would be even stronger because of it.

I finished by saying. "You haven't fully grasped that Kit was your sister, have you? You would have loved her, and she'd have doted on you. There's a lot of her in you, but the whole package is just you, and that's what I love about you."

"I think I understand it all, David. I just need to sleep on it." Diane stifled a yawn, obviously getting sleepy. She never did stay up very late, and had always been an early riser. When she started to yawn I knew it was time to wrap up, so I kissed her and said we should settle in for the night. She went ahead to check the kids while I tended the furnace. Paul and the girls were still talking quietly in the living room. I stuck my head in the door and asked them to turn off the lights when they came up.

Diane was already in bed when I entered our room. I undressed and slipped in beside her. She cuddled up close and we shared a very tender kiss. For the first night in a long time, we just went to sleep in each others' arms without making love. There didn't seem to be the urgency now. I slept like a log, and wakened in the morning feeling whole and refreshed with her tiny body still snuggling mine. I never heard Paul and his wives come upstairs, and I never heard them making love, although the glow on the girls in the morning said they did. When I woke, I felt surrounded by a warm fuzzy blanket of love. We did make love in the morning, long, slow and tender. We came together as was becoming our habit and Diane screamed her passion.

Sunday, Dad, Paul and I went Christmas tree hunting, and brought back two, one for each house. It was hard work wading through the deep fresh snow, but we had a good time just the three of us in the cold, fresh winter air. With Paul and the aunts there, the rest of that week until our next time to call Carol went quickly. Paul spent a lot of time with Dad as they forged a deep and lasting friendship.

Our life settled into a pleasant routine with Paul and the girls. Paul was a great help around the house, and quickly learned how to operate the furnace, keeping it fed with wood and maintaining a constant temperature. The girls helped Diane with all the everyday housework, and just like My Girls before them, took especial care of the dining and living room area. The aunts spent time with us, but also tended to gravitate toward Mom. Of course, Mom and Dad were at our place a lot, and we were over there, too. Ben didn't make his Tuesday call, but from the sound of him Saturday, that didn't surprise me. The deep snow from Friday's storm put a temporary damper on outdoor activities, but we already had next year's wood down, so I had time to do other things. I puttered around the house doing more of those odd jobs that piled up over the summer, and with Paul's help they were soon caught up.

We put the Christmas tree up and everyone pitched in to decorate it. Paul and the aunts had a ball. None of them had fully celebrated a family Christmas in a long time. They even took the truck and went Christmas shopping, coming back with bags and bags of secret goodies and laughing and giggling like kids. The day we put the tree up, we lit the Yule log in the pit outside the house. We kept it burning day and night and with Paul to help, it was a lot less work. At night it burned like a beacon, calling My Girls home.

Paul and his wives were truly just like newlyweds, and kept us awake most nights with their loud, joyous lovemaking. Of course, my little Elvin princess and I had to contribute our share to the joy and noise, too. I woke up almost ever day with a morning woody warmly encased in a tight, wet pussy creature, meaning we got the morning wakeup duty. Because we were a little younger, or maybe didn't play quite as hard at night, we were the first ones awake. Diane's morning scream of orgasm and howl of joy became an alarm clock for the rest of the house. She was really enjoying her pregnancy and her final full self-realization. It was a wonder to behold and hear.

I tried to leave a message on Riekie's machine every day. I tried a couple times on Monday but it was still full. Tuesday, the same thing; I was really getting worried. Wednesday I tried all day, still full. Was she not picking up her messages, or were just so many people calling, which I doubted, that I just couldn't get in the queue? Thursday, I got through, but the tape cut me off before I even said who it was. All through the weekend, her machine stayed full, and I was getting more and more worried I had missed her completely. The only ray of hope was Carol's memory of her conversation with Riekie in which she said she was coming back.

Saturday, we called Carol as usual. She was extremely worried about Ben, who seemed to be spending more time sleeping than awake. She said his doctor had been to the house and increased the dosage of his pain medication. Beth was over every day now, and was a great help. She had become very close to Ben, and was a good friend to Carol, providing a strong arm to lean on and a soft shoulder to cry on. Our conversation that night was fairly short. Carol was tired, and Ben couldn't participate at all. She spent a little time with the girls being giddy over their pregnancies. It was really heartwarming to hear her laugh and joke with them when she was obviously under so much strain over Ben. She said she hadn't been able to get through on Riekie's machine, either, but was still trying. I told her the same.

The conversation ended on a little more upbeat note with a chorus of 'We love you!' and 'Merry Christmas' accompanied by sloppy noisy phone kisses. Diane and Carol had their customary quiet moment at the end, then Diane handed me the phone for my personal goodbye. I talked briefly to Carol of inconsequential items then closed with, "Goodbye my First Love, I love you! May the Goddess go with you and guide your spirit." I hadn't given her the Goddess benediction in many years, but with her worry over Ben, and my newfound hope and faith, it was right.

Carol surprised me by returning the benediction with an addendum, "Good night, David, my True Love, I love you so much! May the Goddess be with you and with your spirit. May she guide our lost one home."

Carol had rarely returned the benediction in the past, so this was something new, and I was touched, especially at her heartfelt emotion. I made a simple reply, and we hung up. "Amen! Goodnight, My Love."

The rest of the weekend went quietly. Mom and Dad were over for Sunday dinner. Rhiannon was out of school on Christmas Break until the sixth of January. I tried to get through to Riekie several times Sunday, but the machine was still full. Finally, Monday, afternoon I heard that now familiar answering machine message, "You have reached the Riverside Family Clinic. No one is in the office right now, to take your call. This office will be permanently closed as of December thirty first. Most of our patients have already been contacted and their files forwarded to their new physicians. We will continue to check our messages until the twenty fourth. If this is David, please say just three words. At the tone, please leave your message, your name and your phone number."

At the tone I was finally able to leave my message. Somebody was checking her messages, at least! I hoped I was still in time. I didn't know how much time I had on the tape, and I wasn't sure what three words she wanted, so I just rushed out. "This is David. I don't know for sure what three words you want, but try these --"

I used all the combinations of three words that might satisfy that enigmatic answering machine message. "I love you. Please come home. We're back together. Come to me. It is Time. I remember this promise you once made, do you? 'I will know no other man but you, and will hold you in my heart forever. This I swear to you by the Goddess and her creatures here are my witnesses. I am yours unconditionally, totally. If you call, I will come, though it be from the ends of the earth.' Well, Riekie, I'm calling." I left our home number, my parents' number as an alternative, and the date and time of the call. All I could do now was hope she got the message, and that Carol got through too.

The aunts had taken over Diane's kitchen, preparing one of their memorable Dutch meals. Mom and Dad were there at their invitation, and the girls were showing Mom and Diane how to prepare some of the dishes. Paul, Dad and I took up post in the TV room, talking and waiting to be called to the trough. The aromas emanating from the kitchen were just too enticing to go far.

Soon the call to supper came, and the three of us almost bolted to the kitchen in anticipation of a superb meal, following our noses. Just as we were about to sit down, the phone rang. Diane wanted me to let it ring, but I'm not that rude, and this was before the days of telemarketers calling at mealtimes. I picked up the phone on the third ring. I started to answer, saying, "Hello... ?" I had to take the phone away form my ear to avoid being deafened by an agonized scream.



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Chapter 68


"DAAAAVVVVVVVIIIIIIDDD!! MUUUUFFFFFFIIIIIIIINNNNNNN!! DAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIDDDD!!"

When I heard that awful scream, my heart dropped to my knees. Somehow I knew it was Ben, but I also feared something had happened to the twins or maybe Riekie. Everyone in the room heard it. Diane leapt to her feet and ran to me. "What? What?"

I knew it was Carol. She screamed again, "DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIDD!" then broke down into uncontrollable sobs. I tried and tried to get her to hear me. "Carol Anne, Honey, what's wrong?... C'mon, Sweetheart, get a grip so you can tell us!"

Diane hugged in close to me and spoke so Carol could hear her. "Carol Anne, it's Muffin! What's wrong? You're scaring me! What's wrong? C'mon, My Love, talk to us!"

Finally Carol slowed her sobbing and calmed enough to answer us. "D-D-D-David... M-M-M-Muffin! I-I n-need you! B-B-Ben needs you! G-g-get h-here as--as quick as you c-can!! I-I don't-don't know h-how m-much time we h-have! I'm so all alone! I need you NOW!" She broke down again into sobs, but regained some composure as she heard our voices saying sweet nothings, soothing her. Diane and I were talking at the same time, so all she heard was sounds, but it helped.

I needed basic information, nothing more, "Carol Anne! We'll be there as quick as we can get a flight, but we need to know where you are! Get a grip for a few more minutes, Sweetheart. We're as good as on our way. Now tell me what's wrong."

Carol gulped and gasped, fighting back her tears. She rushed her words, in her usual run-on way when she was under stress. I could hear the fear and anguish lurking in her voice. "I went to my regular prenatal appointment with the doctor and Ben said he'd be OK and I was only gone a little over an hour, but when I got back, he was in agony and I couldn't do anything for him and I called his doctor and he called an ambulance and we're at the hospital now and I called you as quickly as I could, once he was admitted and I'm so scared, David!" She caught her breathe and went on, "The doctor met us here, and says Ben's cancer has gone wild and they're still running some tests, but all the staff are being too nice and just a minute before I called the doctor said he might not make it another twenty four hours! Oh, David! I'm so scared! Come to us as soon as you can! Ben's conscious and asking for both of you. David! Muffin! I need you! HURRY!" She descended into more wracking sobs.

I calmed her a bit more with soft words and Diane made soothing noises. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart, I need just a little more information. OK, Honey, what hospital?"

Carol got a grip again and was able to talk more normally, as she realized she had other people to call and plans to make. "We're at the Foothills Medical Centre. Ben's in ICU right now, but the doctor said they're moving him to Palliative Care once they get his pain under control. HURRY, David! I have to go now, I don't want to be away from him for long, and I still have to call Riekie and Bob and Ben's boys. Ben wants them, too, but he told me to call you first. And I really need Riekie! I hope her machine isn't still full..."

"Carol Anne, we'll come as soon as we can book a flight. If you call now, Riekie's machine should be clear. I was able to get through less than an hour ago. Try her before you call Bob. When I find out what flight we're on, I'll call the hospital and have them get a message to you, OK? Now, you have to be strong for Ben and the babies. Can you do that? We'll be there as quickly as possible. We love you, and we're on our way."

"O-OK, David. I'll call Riekie right now. HURRY, please! I need your arms around me! Oh! It looks like they're getting ready to move Ben! Gotta go! I love you! HURRY! 'Bye!"

Carol hung up in a rush, not waiting for us to say goodbye. I took a minute to get my own breathing under control, and dialed Riekie's number just to check. I got a busy signal that I hoped was Carol leaving her urgent message. Diane hugged me tight, tears running down her cheeks. I didn't know if she was crying for Ben, her lover's pain, or both. I tasted salt, and realized I was weeping, too.

The aunts had just been serving their fantastic supper when all this started. Everyone started asking questions at once. I held up my hand for quiet, then gave them a brief synopsis and asked them to hold supper while I checked the airlines for the earliest flight to Calgary. I didn't have a clue who to call, so I called Information and got the number for the information desk at Pearson.

The lady who answered at Pearson was extremely helpful when I explained what I needed and why. I'm sure she heard the catch in my voice as I told her we had been called to a deathbed, and needed to get there as quickly as possible. She checked all available flights, then put me through to the Air Canada booking clerk, explained my urgent need and stayed on the line to ensure I got a flight.

The booking clerk was sympathetic, but all flights tonight were booked solid with no standby. The last one was at 10:45, booked full, and nothing again until morning. It was Christmas, after all, and booking a flight on short notice was almost impossible. She checked again, and found two new cancellations on AC107, to depart at 07:15 tomorrow morning, Christmas Eve. There were standby's ahead of us, but she offered to bump us to the head of the list on compassionate grounds. I grabbed them. It wasn't as soon as we wanted, but would have to do. We'd have time to pack and even get some sleep. I gave her my credit card number over the phone. When we were finished, I had seats for two confirmed and paid for. I thanked both of these very helpful people and got their names. I would be writing a nice thank you note to their superiors. I wished both a Merry Christmas and hung up.

With the flight out of the way, there was no real rush to call the hospital, especially with Ben just being moved. The front desk probably didn't know Ben was in Palliative Care yet. I didn't feel much like eating, but that meal still smelled very good. Diane and I sat down at the table to join the rest. She pulled her chair as close to me as she could get, and hung onto my arm as I asked Mom to say a prayer to the Goddess for Ben and Carol. Mom made an eloquent prayer, and finished it by asking the Goddess to bless our meal.

The exuberance of earlier was replaced by sadness and concern, but the supper the aunts had prepared was excellent as usual, and I surprised myself with how much I was actually able to eat. Over supper, I brought the rest of the family up-to-date on what Carol told us.

After supper, we made plans. I called information again for the number for Foothills, then called the hospital. I told them who I was; Benjamin Young had just been admitted and transferred to Palliative Care, and would they please get a message to his wife, Carol Lloyd. I told them our flight number and the estimated arrival time. They said they'd get the message to her. Diane and I worried about spoiling Christmas for the kids. Mom and the aunts took charge, and made sure we had nothing to worry about. The kids would have their Christmas and they'd look after the dinner as well. We just had to get to Carol and Ben.

Rhiannon had heard everything and was very reassuring for one so young. She said we must go to Mommy Carol and that she and Jenny would be fine with Grampa, Oma Pie and Oma Jo. Nanny and Poppy would be there too.

Paul said he'd drive us to the airport as he was familiar with the terminals so we wouldn't have to pay parking for an unknown period. Dad was going too, as company for Paul on the return trip. Fortunately, the weather had remained good since the big storm, and the roads were in good shape. We'd be leaving the farm about four in the morning, so traffic should be light.

Plans made, Mom shooed Diane and me off to pack and get some sleep. She and the aunts looked after cleaning up from supper. Everyone would stay at our place for the next few days until they heard what was happening, and ensure the kids got to enjoy Christmas regardless. Paul and Dad got sent to get some sleep, too. We went to bed at the same time as the kids. We tucked them in, and because we would be gone before they got up, we gave them extra hugs and kisses.

We didn't know how long we'd be gone, so we packed for a week. We'd probably be staying at Carol's house, so if we needed clean clothes, we'd be able to use her laundry facilities. I slipped in my Christmas presents for the girls and Diane had a few small gifts that she packed as well. Once packed, we had a quick shower together, and crawled into bed, setting the alarm for 3:00. Diane cuddled up close and we just hugged. I expected to sleep poorly, but I was soon out, and didn't hear a thing until the alarm went off. Diane looked like she'd slept poorly, but she didn't complain.

When we got downstairs, Mom and the aunts were already up with breakfast ready. They made sure we didn't leave without something to eat, and packed a thermos of coffee for Paul and Dad who came in a few minutes after us. Breakfast over, we loaded our bags in Paul's car and started the drive to the airport in the cold and dark of a December winter morning. Mom and the aunts saw us off with hugs and kisses. As we left, the aunts handed us some parcels to take with us -- Christmas presents for Carol, Bob, Riekie, Sandy and Iain -- and Ben. They said they had gifts for Riekie's kids, too, but they were too large to send on the plane. They'd just have to wait until they came home, whenever that would be.

The drive to the airport was uneventful and we made it in lots of time. We checked into the departures desk, got our boarding passes and tickets for the flight, and checked our luggage, just one bag for each of us. The rest was carry-on, including the Christmas presents Mom and the aunts sent with us. We spent a little time in the departure lounge with Dad and Paul. Despite the reason for our trip, this was Diane's first time flying, and she was excited. It was warm in the lounge so we removed our winter coats. She wore one of her sexy short skirts and a sweater that showed her pert boobies just nicely. I noticed several of the men giving my little pixie some very appreciative glances.

Before long our flight was called, and we said goodbye to Paul and Dad. We said we'd call as soon as we had any news and could get to a phone. The flight itself was uneventful, but Diane clung to my arm during takeoff and landing. We hit a little turbulence a couple times, causing her to suck in her breath, but she actually seemed to enjoy the trip. We arrived in Calgary ahead of schedule at about 9:15 Mountain. Despite the Christmas rush, the baggage claim went quickly, and we soon had our luggage. The next thing was to get a rental car if one was available. I looked over to the rental car booths. Almost all posted a 'Sold Out' sign. Budget looked like our only bet, as there was a customer at the booth filling out a rental form.

I stepped up to the rental booth just as the lady in front of me completed her rental form, Diane slightly behind me, watching our luggage. I heard the girl at the booth tell the customer she was lucky, she got the last vehicle they had. I felt like an absolute ass. I knew I should have reserved one last night, but I wasn't thinking as clearly as I might have in the rush of emotions. Well, we'd just have to take the limo service or get a cab to the hospital and make do from there.

The matronly woman in front of me looked familiar from behind. She was dressed very conservatively, but well, in a full pleated wool skirt that came to mid-calf. I noticed a shapely stocking-clad calf showing below the hemline and an expensive-looking tweed coat draped over her arm. For a top she wore a heavy loose fitting turtle neck sweater, her blonde hair done up in a tight bun. The woman's overall carriage and bearing was very familiar. As she turned away from the counter, putting the rental papers in her purse, I stepped a little closer and spoke softly to her, "Hello, Little One."

Her head shot up at the sound of my voice, and that name. She looked straight at me, not at first recognizing me with a beard. Suddenly, though, recognition sparkled in those blue eyes I knew so well. Her mouth opened and closed with no sound, and then she launched herself straight into my arms. "DAVID!!"

Her mouth found mine in a mind-searing kiss with lots of tongue. As we kissed, I reached to the back of her head, found the pin holding her hair up and pulled, releasing a torrent of blonde beauty. My hands continued to stroke that hair I loved so much, freeing those golden tresses to flow freely around her shoulders. The kiss deepened and she got the patented tongue-suck action going. My arms dropped to embrace her fully, and as our bodies strained together, I felt a very hot mound pressing and grinding into my rising penis then a spasm passed through her body as she gasped into my mouth. After an eternity, we broke from the kiss, and she clung to me, breathing in my ear. "You can still make me come with just a kiss. I need to change my panties. <giggle> Take me to bed..." The more things change, the more they stay the same... 

As we stepped back holding hands and gazing into each others eyes, a small hand touched her arm and a soft voice close beside us said, "We'd love to, but this isn't the place. <giggle> Beautiful, so beautiful! More beautiful than the pictures."

Riekie (For it was she, if you hadn't already guessed!) looked to see who had spoken. She saw Diane and a beautiful smile illuminated that already gorgeous face. Diane was glowing, a look of pure love adorning her beautiful elvin features. Riekie exclaimed, "The pixie from my dreams! You're real, and so beautiful!"

I stepped back to introduce them, but they had eyes only for each other, and I didn't know if they heard me. At first they reached out their hands and just touched, eyes locked together then they sort of melted into each other's arms and locked together in a torrid kiss similar to the one I just shared with Riekie. As they kissed, their pelvises ground together, and I saw them both shudder as spasms shook their bodies. I was glad I had my coat in my hand to hide the sudden tent in my pants. The poor girl from the car rental was watching too, her face flushed, eyes gleaming. I noticed she was a very pretty blonde with a touch of red in her hair. Several passersby stopped to watch as well.

Diane and Riekie finally broke from their embrace and Riekie asked breathlessly, "What... What are you doing here?"

Diane smiled and answered for both of us, "The same as you I guess, Riekie. Looks like you got Carol Anne's message."

Riekie looked quizzical when Diane referred to Carol as 'Carol Anne', but contained it as she said, "There was a frantic message from Carol Anne to get here as fast as I could, but the tape ran out before she could finish. It sounded so frantic, though, I just had to come. Diane Marie, do you two know what it's about?" So they had heard the introductions!

I answered her question myself. "Yes, Little One, we know what it's about. I guess you didn't get my message, either. Right now, Ben is in Foothills Medical Centre Palliative Care Unit dying. They brought him in yesterday. He asked to see all of us. Did you not get my message?"

Riekie was shocked at my news of Ben, and again had a questioning look as to how we were so involved. She answered my question. "The only message I picked up was the most recent, that one from Carol Anne. As soon as I heard her screaming for me, I forgot about checking any others, and made arrangements to get here. I wasn't even sure where she was, but I thought I heard Foothills just before the tape ran out."

I took her by the arm, leading her toward a bank of pay phones, Diane following. "Can you check your messages remotely?"

"Yes, why?"

I wanted her to know why we were there, and my message might be the easiest way. Besides, if she was working to a deadline, I wanted her to know I'd done what I could. "It's important to me. Trust me. Please call your machine and check the rest of your messages. It only took a week to get through."

Riekie hesitated then said. "OK, but I have to get my children first."

"You brought the twins with you?"

She explained as she led us toward an airport Sky Cap holding two small children by the hands. "Yes, I don't have an 'au pair' or anyone in Winnipeg I could leave them with, and I don't expect to be returning there anyway. Carol Anne's call just made me leave a little sooner. I left the girls in the care of this Sky Cap while I arranged for the rental car. Let's get them first then I'll check my messages." I nodded agreement as we walked toward the Sky Cap.

When we approached the Sky Cap, he recognized Riekie and handed the kids over to her. The kids hugged her, but acted shy and said nothing. She gave him some money, and asked the girls if they had been good for the nice man. In unison, they said politely, "Yes, Mommy." The Sky Cap said they were no trouble at all, and were a delight. I took a good look at the two girls -- identical twins -- the sweetest little darlings you ever saw. At that age, their blonde hair was almost white. They looked very much like their mother, and would be real heart throbs when they got older. They weren't dressed identically, thank God. Riekie didn't introduce us as she took them each by a hand and led them to the pay phones.

As she fumbled in her purse for some change, she told the kids to hang on to the pretty lady's hands and be good. The kids' blue eyes were big as saucers, but they did as they were told, and each took one of Diane's hands. As she took their small hands in hers, I could tell Diane was as smitten by these beautiful little creatures as I was.

Because her number would be out of service within the week, Riekie had to pay for the call instead of charging it back. She was having trouble finding her change. I finally remembered my manners and dug in my pocket for my loose coins. I had more than enough for her call. As I handed it to her with my left hand, Riekie's eyes got big when she saw my ring. I noticed she was still wearing hers, too. I felt very good.

Riekie got through to her office number and punched in a couple key codes to retrieve her messages, clearing them as she listened. Even from where I stood, I could tell the first one was Carol's, as I heard the scream of 'RIEKIE... '. She cursed (?!) when she heard a couple of the other messages, then it was obvious she heard mine, because she smiled and seemed to melt. Instead of clearing it, she set it to replay, and motioned both Diane and me over so we could hear it again with her.

We heard my message : "This is David. I don't know for sure what three words you want, but try these -- I love you. Please come home. We're back together. Come to me. It is Time. I remember this promise you once made, do you? 'I will know no other man but you, and will hold you in my heart forever. This I swear to you by the Goddess and her creatures here are my witnesses. I am yours unconditionally, totally. If you call, I will come, though it be from the ends of the earth.' Well, Riekie, I'm calling."

Riekie shocked her kids by reaching to me and kissing me sweetly. She whispered, "I am coming home, whether you called or not, and any one of those three-word phrases is acceptable. I just wanted to know if you remembered my promise. <Carol was right!> Do you remember the rest of that promise made in a stable twenty years ago? I said, 'David, know that I will always love you. For me, you are the One... I swear to you right now that I WILL have your babies and I will bear your name. The Goddess and her witnesses hear me again.' Do you remember that?" She kissed me again.

Shaken that she remembered that oath verbatim, when she released me from her second intense kiss, I said, "We have our chance, now, Princess to do that. Carol Anne is already pregnant, as you know. So's Diane Marie, or as she prefers, 'Muffin'. To bring you quickly up-to-date — the Power is back. Carol Anne and I have reconciled, though she chose to stay with Ben through his illness and she is healed of her old hurt, finally. We are a family again..."

Riekie didn't let me finish. She turned to those darling little girls and said. "K.P. and D.J., I told you some day soon he would find us, well here he is. Children, this is Daddy, and the pretty lady holding on to you is Diane Marie. You should call her Mommy Diane."

Four thunderstruck faces stared at Riekie in consternation and disbelief, but the kids recovered more quickly than Diane or me. They seemed to take 'Mommy Diane' in stride, because they both turned to her, curtsied (These were definitely Riekie's kids!), and said sweetly, again in unison, "Hello, Mommy Diane." Then they hugged her enthusiastically.

They weren't so sure about me, though, and after exchanging a look between themselves one of them (K.P.?) spoke up and said. "But Mommy, he doesn't look like Daddy."

Riekie smiled patiently and drew a battered photograph from her purse. I recognized it as one of the prom pictures Dolly had taken of me alone. It had been enlarged, but I still recognized it. Riekie then produced a pencil, and after a quick scrutiny of my current appearance, hastily made some penciled in adjustments to the photo. She showed it to me. It was a fairly accurate sketch of how I appeared. She then showed it to the kids, explaining the difference was the beard. When they looked at me again their bright blue eyes lit up in full recognition.

Suddenly, two little blonde bombshells exploded on me, hugging me, reaching for kisses and crying over and over, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Needless to say, I was in a state of shock. Diane was totally speechless.

Both Diane and I worked our mouths, but no words came out. Finally, I managed to half utter, "Wha... ?'

Riekie giggled at our shock. Finally she took pity on us and said. "David? Do you remember making donations to a fertility clinic several years ago? I'm afraid I coerced you into making those donations for me, not the clinic. We don't have time for the details right now, but these children are YOURS, no one else's. I'll tell you all about it on the way to the hospital. I hope you can drive a van as that's all they had left, and it looks like we'll need it with our combined luggage."

For the first time I noticed the Sky Cap who babysat the kids had followed us at a discrete distance pushing a cart laden with baggage. We asked the Sky Cap to lead us to the car rental area. He asked to see the rental agreement, and led us to an area outside the terminal. The only vehicle there was a large Chevy van with two bucket seats up front and two bench seats in the back. The Alberta plate matched the number on the key tag Riekie handed me. I unlocked the van and the Sky Cap loaded our luggage in the back. I gave him a handsome tip -- he'd been very patient waiting for us, and had probably lost lots of opportunities at other tips while we delayed him. He thanked us and wished us a Merry Christmas. Despite what seemed like a lengthy delay while we'd kissed and Riekie checked her messages, we left the airport by ten o'clock

We strapped the kids in the middle seat with Diane between them. Riekie rode up front with me. She'd been to the Foothills Medical Centre before, and was able to guide me through an unfamiliar city to get there. It was still about a half hour from the airport. As soon as we were clear of the actual airport traffic, I glanced at Riekie, still taken by her beauty, She hadn't changed much at all, but like Carol when I first met her in September, tended to wear very conservative clothing that made her look several years older than her thirty seven. My spontaneous act of letting her hair down had already made her look younger. Despite driving, I could hardly take my eyes off her. The old love just welled and grew. I had a lump the size of Ontario in my throat.

I wanted to know why she said two almost six year olds that couldn't possibly be mine, were. "Riekie, don't play games with me. These children are too young to be any that we may have produced. What gives?"

Diane, from the seat behind us, and cozily being cuddled by the six year olds under discussion wanted to know, too. "Riekie, dear you mentioned a fertility clinic, what was that all about?"

Riekie laughed and started her story. "David? Do you remember when I got you to make those donations of his Precious Stuff to the fertility clinic?" I'd almost forgotten that episode in my life, but I nodded. "The main function of that clinic wasn't to collect anonymous samples, but to work with infertile couples. The anonymous samples were for use with totally infertile couples. The clinic also collected samples from husbands with low sperm counts which could then be combined to raise the count per 'dose' to increase the odds of conception.

"They also collected samples from husbands whose jobs placed their reproductive organs at high risk, such as those who worked near radiation and preserved them in case they were needed. I registered us as a high risk couple, and preserved his Precious Stuff for future use. I was very serious when I told you on two separate occasions that I WOULD have your babies.

"The clinic never paid anyone for their samples. I used my own money to coerce you into doing it. Actually it was my father's 'blood money' put to good use. I was fairly certain you were broke. You had counted so much on RMC that I knew you hadn't been able to save very much toward a private education. I would have done it even if you hadn't been 'on the skids' as they say, but that made it even easier to get you to do it, and I was able to shake you up enough you started to clean up your act."

I wanted to know more about this 'blood money'. Carol had hinted that Riekie somehow blackmailed her father into paying Riekie's full expenses despite her numerous scholarships and awards, but that was for later. I let her continue with her story.

"So, I had four samples of his Precious Stuff and no idea when, or if, I'd ever use them. My hope was that I wouldn't have to, but the years passed, and no call came from you. I talked to Bob fairly regularly, and he said you were still wandering aimlessly through life. Then he told me you had married. At first, it was a shock, but I still had hope, so I deliberately sought out and married a man I knew I couldn't love, one who just saw me as a 'business opportunity', someone I could 'park' myself with for a few years. It helped that he was older and more career and money oriented than anything.

"I'm afraid I was as cold-blooded about it as he was. He knew I had been previously 'married', but never asked the details. I think he thought I was a young widow. To be fair to Rick, on our wedding night, he did try in a clumsy, mechanical way, to make love to me, but I froze and wouldn't let him near me, because of my oath to you that no man would ever touch me except you. He never tried to make love to me after that, and never asked for an explanation. I think when he needed gratification, he visited a prostitute, but I never knew for sure. We opened our practice together, he immersed himself in lab work, and I let him ride my credentials at the University. Oh! I know Bob despised Rick for it, but I was as guilty as Rick.

"The next few years was a blur of work, then Bob told me about the birth of your first child. I was stunned and started to seriously lose hope, until Bob said something almost in passing that caused my hope to leap. He said you thought you had felt a stirring of your Power again. Somehow I knew the right time had come to use those samples I'd laid away. I took some leave from the University, returned to Toronto, visited the clinic and started the artificial insemination process. I missed my timing three times, and was down to the last sample, but I said a prayer to the Goddess, the first I'd said in years, and the last one impregnated me. There, sitting behind you is the result -- two happy almost-six-year olds who know who their Daddy really is.

"I was ecstatic when I found I was going to have twins. When I first told Rick I was going to a fertility clinic to get pregnant by my first husband from stored semen, he acted as if I was going to the street. When I got pregnant, he wanted nothing to do with the children or me, which suited me fine. Thank the Goddess I had thought to put a clause in the prenuptial agreement that I had semen from my first marriage, and could use it if I saw the need or I think he'd have divorced me then before I was ready. He'd had his lawyer draw up that contract, and there were many clauses protecting his business interests, with little to protect me. When the children were born, I was alone in the hospital except for Mom. Rick wouldn't even acknowledge their existence. When asked the father's name, I gave yours. Would you like to see their birth certificates?"

I was reeling at her story. I hadn't interrupted except to ask road directions as we drove to the hospital. I answered her query, and had one or two of my own. "Yeah, not that I doubt you, Princess, but somehow, seeing those documents may drive it home. Although, I'm reminded of something Pie and Jo said in September when they showed me pictures of your... our kids. They said if they hadn't known better, they'd have sworn they were mine. Ha! Ha! I guess they didn't know better, eh? So, the kids' last name is Lloyd is that correct? The aunts told me they went by their initials, K.P. and D.J. and called their father 'Rick', but didn't elaborate."

"Yes, David. Their names are 'Katrina (Kit) Piete Lloyd' and 'Dorothy (Dolly) Joanna Lloyd'. Rick eventually did come to recognize their existence and was not unkind to them in his own way. He called them by their initials, 'K.P.' and 'D.J', which stuck, and they called him Rick, never Daddy, because they knew he wasn't, but I think you have more questions, My Darling." Riekie gave me one of those long loving looks I remembered. I had to jerk my head away to avoid wrecking the van and killing us all.

I was pleasantly surprised. She'd named the girls after the four 'sisters'. She'd answered two of my questions before I asked them — 'Why the initials?' and 'Did they really call Rick by his name?' but I had a doozie. "How is it that they know me?"

She laughed. "I was wondering when you'd ask. From the minute they were conceived, I talked to them, even in the womb, and told them all about their father, telling them what a wonderful man he was, and that someday he would find us and take us home to the farm. I always had some of the pictures Mom took on our prom night, and I had that one of you enlarged and framed. I showed it to them every day from the day they were born. Not only do they know you, David, they love you. Couldn't you tell that from the way they reacted once they recognized you with your beard? By the way, I'm not sure if I like it."

Diane giggled from the seat behind, where she'd been listening raptly to Riekie's story. "Carol Anne wasn't sure if she liked it either and I've never known him without it, but if he shaves it off, we'll both disown him. Mrs. Pussy and Pussy have fallen in love with it, and so will Sweet Pussy, if you catch my meaning."

Riekie was shocked to hear Diane refer to her pussy creature. "How did you know about that? Did David tell you?"

Diane laughed and said. "You're not the only one who dreamed of someone. I've seen you in my dreams for months, and a few times actually heard you speak. In my dreams, we made love, and you told me to be nice to Sweet Pussy."

Riekie was amazed. "Those were more than dreams, I think, because I had the same ones. Hmmmm."

Now it was my turn to ask Riekie about strange occurrences. "Riekie? What did you mean 'from the moment they were conceived.'?"

She smiled at the memory. "It's funny, you know? When they were conceived, I swore I saw a small flash of light, and I somehow knew. Isn't that strange?"

I wasn't actually surprised, but thought if she'd conceived naturally rather than artificially, she'd have seen a much brighter flash. "Not as strange as you might think; Carol Anne knew when she conceived, too. In September, around the time of your mother's funeral, did you have an unusual experience?"

Riekie looked relieved when I asked. "Oh yes. David! It was the Sunday after Mom's funeral. I was lying in bed with the girls, just lazing around, sort of dozing, when suddenly I felt this wave of love pass over me, and I thought I was walking down our old road with you and Carol Anne, only it was in autumn colours and so beautiful! Then I felt my heart almost burst with love for the two of you. I dozed off again then was suddenly awakened by this flash of light, and a feeling that something wonderful had happened. Then the strangest thing of all... I swore, way off in the distance, I heard old Clyde howl happily, and D.J. woke up saying that Daddy just made her a little brother."

"Anything else?"

"Not really, except on Monday I was very busy finishing my work at the university when I got an unsigned telegram that just said 'WE DID IT!! SEPT. 22, 1985, IN THE OLD BARN ON YOUR BLANKET! YOU WERE HERE IN OUR HEARTS!' and I knew instantly what D.J. meant, and who you were with. I was so happy for you and Carol Anne! Both of the twins have the Sight, I think. They seem to know things they shouldn't and keep saying they talk to their sister in their dreams. What sister?"

One of the kids piped up from the back seat. "Rhian-non! And sometimes Jenny, but she's too little to say much."

Riekie looked at me and asked in a small almost frightened voice. "Who're Rhiannon and Jenny?"

I was almost too stunned for words. I sometimes thought Rhiannon knew more than she told. "Our girls. We didn't know Jen had the Sight, she's only two, but Rhiannon has it very strongly. She knew before we even did it, that Carol Anne and I were going to make a baby brother for her. We have lots more news for you, but finish your story. What we have to tell will take more time than we have right now. Is your divorce final? And why was your answering machine always full?"

She smiled and said. "Yes, I got the final decree Friday. It was a battle because of the prenuptial agreement, but it also made it easier in a way. Rick and I agreed from the beginning that either of us could get out if we thought there was no more to be gained by staying together. I always thought it would be him initiating divorce proceedings, but it was me. Something told me just before Mom died that the time was right. Rick fought it, but couldn't win. Then this past week, between him and his lawyer, they kept my machine full of stupid messages, almost as if they were doing it to keep people from getting in touch with me. That's why I swore when I checked my messages just now. There was another stupid message just taking up tape space keeping Carol Anne from leaving her full message. I don't have a home phone anymore; the kids and I have been living in a hotel for the last month, preparing for the move from Winnipeg."

We came to a turn, and I interrupted Riekie to ask which way. She pointed and said it wasn't far now, then she continued. "Once I moved from the house and finished at the University, all I had was the office phone. I've been busy every day sitting with the doctors who are taking over my patients bringing them up to speed on the files, and visiting those patients that were in hospital, so I was never near the phone, and the staff were let go when the last patient files were transferred. That work is done now and I'm ready to come home, David, if you still want me to."

Once again, Diane interjected. "Whaddaya mean if he still wants you to? What about Carol Anne and me?"

Riekie wasn't sure how to respond. "Well, I don't know. Will you let me come home? And I'm still not sure about Carol Anne... David, the sign for the hospital parking should be right up here."

Diane giggled, letting Riekie off the hook. "Riekie, My Love, not only can you come home, both Carol Anne and I demand you do. As David said in his message, we're calling now. Riekie, she can tell you better than I how much she misses you, but I know Carol Anne is desperate to be back with you. On the phone last night, she screamed that she needs you. She's afraid you don't want her back. You two have some catching up to do."

Just as Diane finished her little speech, I pulled into a large gated parking lot. The sign said, 'Foothills Medical Centre Palliative Care Unit'. I pulled up and asked the attendant how long we could park. He said as long as we needed, and gave me a ticket to display in the windshield. It was just before ten thirty Mountain time.

We'd been in Calgary just over an hour, and my life had already received some more huge jolts. We met Riekie out of the blue; she told us directly she was ready to come home and I found out I had two stunning little daughters who actually sort of knew me. I wondered what else lay in store. It was Christmas, and although our mission here was a sad one, Riekie had given me three of the best Christmas presents I could ever want — herself and two wonderful children.



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Chapter 69


I found a parking spot, and we all piled out of the van. Riekie sort of knew her way around the hospital, and soon had us pointed toward the main hospital entrance. We checked in at the main information desk and Riekie made the enquiries. She showed her identification, and I heard the receptionist say, "Yes, Dr. Lloyd, Mr. Young is in Palliative Care. His wife is with him. There's no limit on the number of visitors or the length of their stay."

Riekie asked about day care for the children. The receptionist said there wasn't any because of the Christmas break, causing Riekie to roll her eyes skyward. People get sick everyday, regardless of holidays, and families still need to be with them. Young families often need temporary day care, so why wasn't there any today? The receptionist said it was OK to have children with the patients in Palliative Care, so day care wasn't even considered there. K.P. and D.J had latched onto me and wouldn't leave me anyway, so like it or not, they went with us to Ben's room. As we followed the receptionist's directions to the elevator, I asked Riekie. "Dr. Lloyd, not Dr. Scott-Lloyd or Dr. Scott?"

Riekie laughed. "The Scott-Lloyd is for family consumption, especially his, to let him know I am no longer a Scott, and to rub it in. I've been Hendrieka Maria Lloyd since I reached the age of majority, and I made sure he knew of the change. As soon as I legally could, I had my name legally changed. I promised you I would bear your name! I thought you knew already or had figured it out when I reminded you of the rest of my promise. I knew Carol Anne changed hers, but I guess she never knew about me for sure, because even with her I signed the coded one."

We were getting on the elevator as I told her. "You needn't worry about him any more. Did you get the message in September from your aunts about what happened the Friday before the funeral? I hoped you had changed your name, the hints were all there, but I had no way of checking for sure, and as recently as yesterday Carol Anne wasn't sure herself. Everything about us is out in the open with our families now. Even he knows all about us."

Diane was fairly quiet, listening to Riekie and me while we worked our way through the maze of hallways that made up this major Western hospital. She had the twins by the hand and their happy chatter kept her quite occupied.

Riekie sighed and said she got a message on her machine saying the family had divorced and shunned the old man, but didn't get the details; we could talk about that later. Then she became the professional physician and wanted to be brought up to date on Ben's condition. As we rode the elevator and walked the long hall to Palliative, I told her everything I knew. I told her that Ben's original prognosis appeared to be two years, but apparently he kept it to himself that that was the upper limit, until he talked to me when I convinced him to share this knowledge with Carol. I told her Ben and I started talking on the phone just after Dolly's funeral and had instantly become hard and fast friends. I told her Carol would have come home with me from the funeral, but owed Ben her friendship; she would stay with him until the end, and I agreed.

I told her Ben had been failing all fall, and about the increased meds and his growing pain and weakness. I said I wasn't sure what happened yesterday. Carol was so upset, we were only able to get the bare facts from her, but I understood he had been in incredible pain. After running some tests, the doctor had told Carol the cancer had spread like wildfire, he was in the terminal stages, and probably wouldn't last much past today, if that. That was when and why she called us all to her. She said Ben had been conscious when they brought him in, and he expressly asked her to call all of us even before his own sons.

At last we arrived at Palliative Care. We found out later we'd come the long way through the hospital -- the Unit had its own entrance. Riekie stopped at the nursing station, identified herself, and asked to see Ben's chart. The twins broke from Diane and clung to their mother, sensing something dramatic. Riekie waved Diane and me ahead while she spoke quietly with the twins. I heard her explaining why we were here. I looked back to see her hugging them as she talked. We steeled ourselves, held hands, and opened the door to his room. I scanned the room as we entered; Riekie and the twins were a little behind us. What I saw only took a split second to register.

The first thing I noticed was that this was not your typical hospital room. While it had all the modern equipment and monitors, it was a spacious, airy room done in soft warm colours. Besides the bed, there were easy chairs and a comfortable settee for visitors. A TV in the corner and a table with four chairs completed the room. A serious attempt had been made to make the room as comfortable as possible for the terminally ill and the family waiting for the inevitable. It seemed more like a hospital equipped motel room. There was even a small artificial Christmas tree complete with lights.

The second thing I saw was the patient. I had never met Ben, but he looked familiar even in his emaciated state. Diane noticed it too, and nudged me. Then it hit me! This man could have been my brother! Carol had never mentioned the resemblance. I wondered if Ben knew of it. I understood now why she had become so attached to him. They say every person has a double, and I was looking at mine, older, thin, and wasted as he was. Ben appeared to be sleeping, his face turned toward us, as we came into the room. The heart monitor quietly beeped a slow steady rhythm.

The last thing I focused on was Carol herself. She was sitting in a straight-back chair pulled up close to the bed, and was holding Ben's hand. She was the only other person present. She seemed to be dozing herself. Despite the worry and fear, she was beautiful -- her gorgeous hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and you could still see the wonderful glow of pregnancy. She wore a warm sweater that still managed to show off her lovely breasts, obviously braless, and her wool kilt fitted her hips nicely, the split at the wrap revealing an interesting amount of leg. The kilt was an excellent choice, as the wrap around design allowed her to adjust for her swelling tummy. She was only three months gone, but even sitting, she was showing.

I heard Diane gasp beside me, and as I looked at her, her eyes were fixed firmly on Carol. She whispered, "Even more beautiful in person."

Carol bolted at the sudden noise in the room. She didn't see Riekie and the kids as they hung back by the door, but she saw us. A wondrous smile lit up her tear stained face, she jumped to her feet and ran to us, arms outstretched, exclaiming, "Daaavvviiidd!! Muufffiiinn!!"

She ran into our arms, hugging and kissing frantically. She gave me one of her patented tongue-suck mind-wrenching kisses that seemed to suck my toes right up through my mouth, lasting a short lifetime. I felt my penis rising against her, and despite her slight tummy, she ground right back into me, moaning into my mouth. At last we broke from the kiss, and she immediately turned to Diane. "Muffin! Oh Muffin! You're lovelier and sexier than your pictures."

Carol and Diane stood looking at each other, holding hands for a few seconds, then melted together in a soul-searing kiss almost too erotic to watch. I felt a hand touch my arm. Riekie had moved up beside me. I slipped my arm around her as Carol and Diane got lost in their kiss. Riekie leaned into me her breathing fast as she watched this tableau then a small spasm rocketed through her. She breathed, "Hot! So HOT! I really gotta change my panties!" I laughed. Riekie hadn't changed a bit!

I felt a small hand clasp mine and looked down. K.P., her other hand holding D.J.'s, had taken my hand. She asked in the silence of the room, "Daddy? Why is Mommy Diane kissing Aunty Carol?"

I gave her the only answer possible. "Because they love each other very much, Kiddo, and they haven't seen each other in a long time. Do you remember when Mommy kissed Daddy, and she was so happy? It's the same thing."

The sound of voices drew the girls back from whatever heaven they'd flown off to. Diane and Riekie had shared a very passionate kiss, but what these two shared was more like one any one of the girls shared with me. Yes, it was passionate, but the love just flowed and surrounded them with a warm glow. As Carol's eyes focused, she saw Riekie, got a nod from Diane, stepped away from her, and went to her sister. She seemed tentative, nervous. Riekie held out her arms, and Carol flowed into her embrace. Riekie tilted her lips up to Carol in invitation, and they shared their first soul kiss in almost twenty years. Their kiss was as intense as what Carol had shared with Diane or me.

To me, this was the breakthrough -- Carol and Riekie had re-connected! All should be well in my world, now, I thought. Diane curled into my side where Riekie had been until she merged with Carol. I glanced down; her eyes were shining with love, a tear of happiness trickling down her cheek. Her breathing quickened and a spasm shot through her small body, too. "So HOT! So God damn HOT! Now I'm soaked!" So much like Carol! So much like Riekie! This little pixie princess seemed to bridge and blend their differences.

Carol and Riekie broke slowly from their kiss, murmuring endearments. Carol moved back to cuddle Diane, and Riekie moved to my free side as D.J. asked me, "Daddy, is Mommy happy to see Aunty Carol, too?"

"What do you think, Child of Mine?" I had absolutely no doubt these were my kids, and talked to them just as I would Rhiannon.

"Oh, yeah! I think they love each other a lot, Daddy! Yup!" Had Riekie been teaching these little devils her 'little-girl-speak'?

"You guys know that Aunty Carol has your baby brother in her tummy, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, Mommy told us, but we knew anyway." These youngsters with the Sight were always unnerving, largely because of their ingenuousness. I wasn't quite used to Rhiannon's ability yet, and now here it was in stereo.

"Well then, seeing as she's his Mommy, don't you think you should call her 'Mommy Carol' now?"

Two sets of blue eyes regarded me seriously, their blonde heads nodded simultaneously and in stereo, they said. "Good idea, Daddy."

Carol turned mystified eyes to me and asked, incredulously, "Daddy?"

I shrugged. "Not sure of all the gory details myself, My Love, but it seems," I leered at Riekie, "that certain donations I made to a sperm bank way back in 1968 got Riekie-jacked, and were used to manufacture these delicious looking young munchkins here. D'ya think they're big enough to eat yet, or should we fatten 'em up a bit on the farm?" I untangled from sweet curves, grabbed for two handfuls of six-year old and started tickling. The little dolls squealed in delight.

Carol raised her eyebrows, held a finger to her lips for quiet then giggled. "Riekie-jacked?"

Riekie, always fast, dropped into a character I hadn't heard in years. "Yup! Ca-rol Anne! Da-vid and Swe-et Prince filled the cups aalll up! Yup! They did! A-and they did-n't make a aw-ful mess neither! Nope! Sweet Pus-sy took 'em an' ate 'em all up! Yup! She did!" Riekie held up her hands and counted on her fingers like a child. "She ate Wuuunn... twoooo... thureee... fow-er... four! hel-pings be-fore she got aaalll fil-led up w-with munch-kin ba-bies! Yup! She did! Yup!"

Carol doubled over, giggling. Diane stared at Riekie in wondering surprise and then she giggled too. The kids giggled and giggled. They'd obviously heard their mother's routine before. I started to say something to Riekie as 'David the adult' when I heard what sounded like a croaking sound from the bed. I looked toward Ben. He was awake, a huge smile on his haggard face, and he was laughing!

Riekie instantly became the health care professional, and quickly moved to Ben's side. She checked the IV drip and made a slight adjustment. Carol started to apologize for the racket and carrying on. Ben wheezed when he laughed, but he seemed OK otherwise; just weak. He held up his hand and shook his head at her not to stop the fun.

Ben beckoned me closer, and as he slowly got his breath back, he spoke to me, his voice little more than a whisper. "You people have so much fun! You have just got to be David for all these beautiful women to be so happy!"

I clasped his frail hand between mine and smiled warmly at my friend. "Yessir! Guilty as charged! And you must be the inestimable Benjamin!"

Ben croaked a laugh. "Yessir! Also guilty as charged! It's a huge pleasure to finally meet you in person! Carol Anne said we resembled each other, but I had no idea how much! David, my dear, dear friend, thank you for coming! I see you have the whole family with you except Rhiannon and Jenny. Too bad you had to rush and couldn't bring them."

I choked back the sudden lump in my throat. "The pleasure's all mine, Benjamin, and been too long coming." I wished fervently we had more time to get to know each other, but Ben and I knew his time was short. We'd both known it, though unspoken of and un-admitted, for weeks.

D.J heard what Ben said about the kids at home. She tiptoed to the bed as children often do with sick people, and said very seriously. "Rhian-non and Jenny are here, Uncle Ben, are-n't they, K.P?"

K.P. nodded and said very much the real little girl, "Yup! They are!"

We all turned wondering eyes to the children. Riekie asked them, "Where are they, Dears? We can't see them."

K.P. pointed to her head, and D.J. pointed to her heart. Somehow, these little darlings were connected to their sisters thousands of miles away. I had little doubt that Mom and the rest of the family were having a similar conversation at home. I took a flyer, and told them. "Tell Rhiannon to tell Nanny we made it OK, and we're all together now."

A look of fierce concentration appeared on the faces of my new daughters. Soon they relaxed and smiled. K.P. (I was amazed at how quickly I learned to tell them apart!) said, "That was hard! We scared Jenny! She's still too little, but Rhian-non heard us, and she told Nanny. She says it's snowing! Clyde was barking! He's so funny!" She giggled like any little kid.

Riekie, startled, asked, her face losing its colour. "Clyde?"

I laughed. "Dad's Lab puppy. He named him after the old one. He's a lot like him, too!"

D.J. piped up. "Daddy? Who were those other people? I think I should know them, but I don't."

Before answering, I checked with Ben. "Hey, Bud! You up to listening while Carol Anne, Muffin and I bring Riekie and the kids up to date?" I turned back to D.J. "I'll tell you who those people are, Sweetie, but it's part of a long story."

Ben grinned and whispered. "I thought you'd never start! I fell asleep the other night and never did hear all the news. I'll try to stay awake now, but don't take too long, Ok? Carol Anne, did you get hold of Bob and Beth and the boys?"

Carol replied, "Yes, Dear. Beth will be over later. Robbie and Jamie were in earlier while you were sleeping. They've gone to finish some business then they'll be back. Bob is driving in from Vancouver, but there was a snow storm on the Trans Canada, so he might be delayed."

A nurse knocked on the door, and asked if we would like lunch brought to the room. Incredulous, I asked, "For all of us?"

"Yes, sir. It's part of the care package. We don't want visitors to feel they have to leave just to eat." She laughed and continued, "It's not restaurant fare, just regular hospital food, or you can order in from a selection of real restaurants, too, if you prefer. You have to pay for that, though."

I had two sets of small hands pulling at me. I knelt down while they whispered in my ear. I grinned.

"Do you order for us, or do we order ourselves?"

She smiled when she saw the munchkins whisper to me. "I can order for you, if you want, what would you like?"

"Could you get us an extra large Hawaiian Pizza with extra cheese? I seem to have had a special request."

Riekie scolded, "You've only known your kids for a couple hours, and already they have you wrapped around your finger so you're spoiling them!"

I laughed, "Ah, Mom! It's Christmas Eve in a strange town! Cut 'em some slack, eh?"

Two small voices piped up happily, "Yeah, Mom. Cut us some slack, eh?"

The pizza ordered, I casually parked on the foot of Ben's bed to begin our story. The three women sat on the settee, Riekie in the middle, with the other two cuddled up to her on either side. The kids climbed into Riekie and Diane's laps. They probably would have climbed onto Carol, too, but her tummy was prominent enough even at three months to preclude lap-sitting by kids.

I gathered my thoughts together, and asked the room in general, "Where do I start?"

The room chorused, "The beginning!"

"Ah, but which beginning? All the way back to June 1965, or more recently?"

Ben suggested, "Start with the funeral. There's older stuff that relates, but you can back up to it as needed."

"Ben, I knew I kept you around for something! OK, Benjamin, Carol Anne, Muffin, you know the drill. If there's something I miss or you feel should be added for clarification, speak up. Riekie, if you have a question, ask it when it pops up. OK?"

I started the story with Bob asking me to be him, which they all knew. I told about Friday when I left, and finding my ring in my old tool pouch. I even told about Diane's sudden sexuality that day. I told about the drive up, and how I'd relived the past twenty years right to that day. I mentioned Roy's revelation in July, that I had a good idea who the perpetrator had been, and that was one of the reasons I acceded to Bob's request.

I told about my arrival at the aunts' and our wonderful conversation. I revealed to Riekie the secret of their lost love, and about Paul and Kit. I spoke of my promise to make a Holy Quest to find Paul for them.

Riekie wasn't as surprised as I thought she would be. She said she'd listened closely to what Dad had surmised all those years ago, and had almost put two and two together herself, especially from little hints she gathered while she lived with Pie and Jo when she was at U of T. She was horrified at what her father had done to Jo, and finally learned why the family hated him so much. Before I got to the part at the house, I'd already built quite a case against her father, and as she had her own reasons to despise him, she muttered to herself constantly about 'that god damn son-of-a-bitch.' Riekie had always been freer with her use of profanity than Carol, especially under stress. Carol, under the same conditions, was more likely to use obscenity than profanity.

I told about Carol's and my first meeting after twenty years, and how it was like the first time, except maybe more intense. Carol interjected and said it was. I told of how Carol still bore her burden of guilt and shame, how much it hurt me to still see it after all those years, and of my vow to put some emotion in her eyes, even if it was anger. Riekie hugged Carol tightly on this, and all three cried. We both told of how we had held hands while Joanne kept that man busy as we walked to the house.

Carol got up and joined me on Ben's bed as we got to the next part. Diane and Riekie cuddled like they were listening to "The Shadow" on radio, the kids snuggled into their laps, spellbound. I started off by telling how Scott had said the trigger words that set me off and my ranting tantrum where I revealed what he'd done to Carol. Carol snuggled up to me through this whole part of the story. Carol got some laughs when she told how Scott had responded to almost literally being put on parade.

I told of how he had spanked Carol so brutally and how he told her he used her when he really didn't. Carol told, quite graphically of the spanking itself and how she fainted from the pain. She told of how that lie made her believe her body had betrayed her and how she believed she was a slut unworthy of us for almost twenty years. I told of how he admitted his lie to her and how he admitted he had my records altered. I told of Carol slapping him silly. Carol described how I had hit him when she revealed his attempt on Riekie. I noticed a shadow pass over Riekie's face at this. We told how we revealed our marriage to Scott, and his reaction of fear when he realized how deeply I felt the personal insult that he had messed with my wives.

We told everything, including telling him his rape of another was now known. I told of how Carol had divorced him from the family and shunned him. Carol got great delight out of telling how I literally kicked him out the door. At the end of this part, Carol told how she felt she'd been healed then she threw her arms around my neck, kissed me most tenderly, and declared with a joyous smile, "My Hero!"

Riekie and Diane hugged their charges tightly, then they actually applauded!

After we told about Scott's humiliation and confession, we told about Carol's 'ulterior' motive for coming East, namely to get me to make a baby with her for her and Ben. She and Diane told about getting Diane's permission and ultimately blessing for that enterprise. We told about Rhiannon's knowing of it in advance, and we told about the wild weekend that ended at the old barn and Carol's instant knowing she was pregnant. Riekie shared with Carol what she'd told Diane and me earlier, that she felt she was with us, making Carol very happy indeed. We dropped a bombshell on Riekie when we told her Carol was actually pregnant with two babies, fraternal twins, and that she knew when the second was conceived as well. We also told her we knew through Rhiannon that the first was a boy and the second was a girl. The twins then told us all that Rhiannon was right.

The pizza arrived, I paid for it and we took some time to eat lunch. The nurse brought us some cold drinks. Those kids could sure eat pizza! The nursing staff used this time to check Ben's IV and change his dressing. Before I went on with the story, we made sure the little ones used the bathroom. Once everyone had eaten, and the mess cleaned up, I resumed right after Carol's and my big weekend of making babies.

I didn't go into Ben's rapidly worsening illness, which Riekie already knew of, but I did tell her about Roy's investigation and that he'd found out independently about her father's duplicity with my records and that whole scandal still brewing. I told how Carol and I had revealed to Diane our whole story. Diane told of the effect it had on her. Carol and Diane told Riekie how they had fallen in love sight unseen, first realizing it at the time of the funeral.

I told of Diane's awakening sexuality as a 'My Girl', a woman of Wicca and the Old Ways. At this point, in order for her to understand the importance of Diane's awakening, I had to back up and tell Riekie about Diane's abuse at the hands of her step father. Riekie was like me -- if the man hadn't already been dead, he soon would have been, painfully and slowly. Diane offered some information here, but said it was now like it happened to another person or in another lifetime. In a sense, both were right.

I told about Patty and Roy's Thanksgiving visit and his revelation that Scott had disappeared, the MP's and Mounties hot on his tail. I also told them all, because I didn't think I had before, that Diane and I had revealed our whole story to Patty and Roy, and that as true friends, they were fully supportive of us, and felt they still owed me because I'd given up so much for them. Carol was moved by this news. She had always been leery of Patty, but hearing this, she warmed to her and wanted to meet her. Would the good news never stop? I hoped not.

I told about starting my search for both Diane's real father and Paul Koorstis, and how easy it had been to find her father just by pulling her file when I went to get her a replacement birth certificate. I told Riekie about Diane's reunion with him, and how he became a fixture at the farm on weekends and the kids' total acceptance of him. I told her of us breaking the news to Diane's dad about our multiple marriage and that Carol was pregnant with my twins and his total acceptance of that.

That brought us up to ten days ago. I told Riekie about inviting the aunts to the farm to stay as long as they liked, and that I had fetched them home. Then I laid the bombshell on her. "Riekie, I wish you and Carol Anne could have been there last Friday night! I arrived with Pie and Jo earlier in the afternoon just ahead of a major snow storm. Muffin's dad didn't arrive until later, close to supper time. As a matter of fact, Dad and I had to rescue him from a snow bank.

"You should have seen what happened when he walked in the kitchen, and met Pie and Jo! It was priceless! I never heard or saw so much joy in my life!"

Riekie interrupted me. "Why would Muffin's (Riekie fell naturally into calling Diane 'Muffin', and I saw that person almost swoon when she did.) father cause such a stir with Tante Pie and Tante Jo, unless..."

"Yes, Riekie, Paul Curtis and Paul Koorstis are one and the same. I discovered it that first day. When I looked through Muffin's file, there was a court order for her name to be changed from Koorstis to Curtis. When I saw Paul later that day, I didn't reveal that I knew his sisters or any of his family except Muffin and her sister. I just told him I found a curious document that should have been sealed, and asked him to verify it for me. He didn't hesitate."

Riekie interrupted again. "Muffin? You're our cousin, eh? I guess that makes us kissing cousins, then." She lowered her face toward Diane in open invitation.

Diane snuggled even closer to Riekie, raised her own lips and kissed Riekie sweetly. As she broke from the tender kiss, Diane said, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Cuz! You can kiss any part of me you want..." Something magical seemed to pass between them on that exchange. Then Diane giggled.

After their playful interruption, I forged on. "Paul didn't care who knew about the name change. He had nothing to hide. His ex-wife, Muffin's mother, made him change the family name because she didn't like Koorstis, and wanted it anglicized. Apparently the phone company never did get it right in the pone book, and the name was always listed as Koortis, which is where she got the idea, and probably why the family couldn't find him. I had twigged to the similarities between Koorstis and Curtis earlier, especially when both of these supposedly different people had the same first name. I didn't mention Paul Curtis' name earlier, Riekie, because I didn't want to spoil the surprise for you. You might have clued into the similarity of the names and jumped to the right conclusion before I got to bomb you.

"This fall, as Muffin matured as a woman of Wicca and a 'My Girl' I kept noticing things about her that not only reminded me of you and Carol Anne, but things she did that were identical. These traits seemed more to be a family trait than just generalized Wiccan behavior. When I found that court order, and Paul verified it, all the pieces came together. After that, it was just a matter of timing to get Paul and your aunts together.

"I had to keep it secret to avoid even the smallest chance of an accidental slip. Paul and the girls, especially Pie, were sufficiently estranged originally, that the only way to reconcile them was by surprise. Paul himself told me if he'd known in advance, he would probably have ducked out. As it turned out, it was a happy tearful reunion, but it needed some help, too. Do you know how old those girls were when they first married Paul?"

"No, they never said, just that they were young like us."

"Oh, they were young, alright. Pie was fourteen when she was pregnant with Kit, and Jo was thirteen. Pie got jealous as only a fourteen-year old can, and at the same time was afraid if Jo consummated her marriage, she'd get pregnant too, at an even younger age. Pie, in a fit of terror and pique at Paul because he wanted to be with Jo, drove him out and cut their string. She didn't realize the irrevocability of what she'd done, but he did. He left and never looked back.

"That caused a problem when I tried to re-unite them, because they wouldn't sleep together without being married. Mom looked after that, but before they wed, Pie apologized for her behavior, and asked their forgiveness, which they gladly gave. So Paul and Pie and Jo are now married and living at the farm until they decide what to do with their respective houses. Their wedding night a week ago Friday sounded almost like us that New Years Eve. I'm afraid Muffin and I got caught up in it ourselves. Muffin had gone off the Pill the month before and we were trying to get pregnant anyway, and that night we did get her pregnant. The neat thing about that was, she knew when she was, just like Carol Anne and you. That was the final step in her becoming a fully realized woman of Wicca and a 'My Girl'." I stopped to catch my breath. I checked Ben. He was still awake and listening, a small smile on his face. Hearing it in person was a lot better than over the phone.

Riekie, still reeling from the news about Paul, laughed a little apprehensively, "Something tells me you have more bombs to drop."

I laughed. "Just one, and depending on how you look at it, it could be nuclear. You see, that Friday night was Jo's true wedding night. We don't count the rape by your father as anything more than a horrible accident, meaning in her own mind and heart, which is where it counts, Jo was still a virgin, even at age sixty. Now, Diane and I can tell you, if you girls look even remotely like those two do at that age, then you're probably going to be making babies, or trying to, well into your nineties."

Diane spoke up. "He's not kidding, Riekie — they're beautiful, sexy creatures I know, I was their Witness, just like you were for David and Carol Anne, and they behaved just like David said she did. They may be in their sixties by the calendar, but physically, they're not much older than you or Carol Anne. It's absolutely amazing!"

Carol added her two cents' worth. "Yeah! I saw them when they gave me that ritual bath! Awesome!"

I continued after the interruptions. "Anyway, Riekie, what this boils down to, and I think you may have guessed it already -- just like her sister before her, Jo got pregnant on her first time. And just like Carol Anne, Muffin and you, she knew as soon as it happened."

Riekie was stunned. "You mean my spinster aunts are at the farm fucking like minks and Tante Jo is pregnant?"

"They're NOT spinsters, Hon. They retied the cut knot, hoping to get Paul back someday, but still married to each other. Mom tied them a brand new one for the three of them. In their minds, they were always married, so they're not spinsters. They're as married as us, and enjoying their marriage bed just like we did and plan to do again."

That completed my story, but I still had to answer D.J.'s question. I could see the kids were getting tired, and so did their mother. She said she was going to check something at the nursing station, and left the room. While she was gone, I asked the kids. "Have you figured out who those other people were with Rhiannon yet?"

D.J said, "Yes, Daddy, it was Grampa Paul and Oma Pie and Oma Jo."

I said, "That's close enough. Yes, they're at the farm looking after Rhiannon and Jenny while Mommy Diane and I are here with you."

Just then, Riekie came back into the room, followed by an orderly wheeling in a bed. She had him place it on the far side of the room. She turned to the kids and said, "C'mon you two, nap time."

The twins groaned and moaned, bravely trying to stifle their yawns, "Ah, Mommy, do we hafta?"

"You were up very early to come here, and now you can hardly stay awake. You can have a nap with Uncle Ben. I think he's about ready to go to sleep too."

"Ben smiled and whispered. Yes, I'm tired now. David's stories always tire me out. There's so much goes on in them."

I got up off the bed so Ben could stretch his legs out and have a nap. I was nervous of him maybe slipping away, but that's why we were there, really, to be with him when he did.

Ben drifted off to sleep. Riekie finished undressing the kids to their underwear and tucked them into the big hospital bed. Soon they were sleeping peacefully. I walked over to her and slid my arm around her waist as we watched our two darlings sleep. I whispered to her as she cuddled close. "We said someday we'd watch some of our own sleep. You've made me a very happy man today, despite the circumstances."

Riekie hummed her pleasure at my words, "Hmmmmm." She turned her lips upward for a kiss. I'd almost forgotten just how sweet it was to kiss this blonde beauty.

Diane and Carol had watched us happily. Diane knew our two at home and the one on the way got the same loving care these two now got, and Carol was waiting in eager anticipation of our twins being so loved. I was a little tired myself, as were the women. With Ben appearing to be sleeping fairly peacefully, and with the kids down for a nap, I thought it'd be Ok for us just to sit and relax for a while. I sat on the settee and sighed in comfort as the soft cushions took my weight.

A lithe body sat down next to me and Diane bumped me to the middle of the couch. The supple body of Riekie moved into my other side. The two of them cuddled up with an arm around my neck, then held their other arms out to Carol. She surveyed the seating arrangements and promptly lowered herself onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and she cooed in delight. "Oo-oo-oo. That's just what I need, David, just to have you hold me. I'm not so scared any more." She squirmed around a little and got comfy as she snuggled into my chest like a small child. The other two snuggled up with an arm each across Carol, and the other around me. Soon all three of them were asleep.

Given where we were, and why we there, I maybe shouldn't have felt so good, but damn it! Here I was, cuddled up with the three most beautiful women in the world, feeling like the King of the World! As I drifted into sleep myself, I couldn't help but think, "The King is back!"



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Chapter 70


The four of us slept comfortably, Riekie on one side, Diane on the other, and Carol curled up in my lap. I woke to the sound of someone entering the room. Bob grinned at me with that goofy smile I hadn't seen in years. "You never change, you just keep adding to your harem."

I grinned back. "Hey! When ya got it, ya got it! How ya doin', Bud?"

Just then two towheaded kids in their underwear ran up squealing, "Unca Bob! Unca Bob!" He reached down and scooped one into each arm. They showered him with sloppy kid kisses and happy hugs.

"Were they awake when you came in, Bob?"

"They were just getting out of bed. What're they doing here?"

"Riekie didn't have any one for them to stay with, and she has no plans to return to Winnipeg. She and the kids are coming home with us."

The kids squirmed to get down. "Want our Daddy!" They climbed on top of Diane and Riekie, who either faked it really well, or they actually stayed asleep, and two small sets of arms wrapped around my neck while I too got showered with wet kid kisses. How the three women slept through all the squirming and bouncing was beyond me.

Bob was nonplussed. "Daddy?"

"That's me, I'm told, Old Pal-Old Friend!" I laughed. The expression on Bob's face was priceless.

"Riekie told me these guys came out of a bottle. <Well, at least she told somebody besides Rick.> She didn't tell me she snuck off to Toronto to see you."

"She didn't sneak off to see me, although I think it might have been more fun making them that way. No, she's right. They did come out of a bottle as you so quaintly put it. She just didn't tell you who filled the bottle."

"You? When?"

"The year I went to college, when you talked me into meeting the girls again. Riekie conned me into donating to a sperm bank. I had no idea what she had planned for those donations. First I heard of it was this morning. They're great kids, though, although I can't say much for their taste in favourite uncles..." Bob made a face at me and we laughed.

Carol started to wake up, squirming a bit. Her short skirt had ridden up her luscious bare thighs, showing lots and lots of delicious leg. I had a bit of a woody, which grew as she squirmed in my lap and she felt it. She reached sleepily for a tender wake-up kiss. She moaned contentedly, and screwed her bottom onto my growing erection, revealing even more leg in the process. "Mmmmm! That feels nice! Gotta get some more of that..."

I tickled her and she jumped. "What'd you do that for? I was just gonna get comfy."

"In public, Love? You have two very awake small children and one very aware uncle watching your lascivious show."

Carol opened her eyes fully and met the curious stare of two very bright six year olds. She turned her head and saw Bob, then looked down and saw how far her skirt had risen, realizing from his angle, Bob probably saw more than just leg... She blushed beet red and scrambled to her feet, pushing her skirt down as she did. "Oh, Bob! I'm sorry! I'm so ashamed!"

Bob laughed, let on he hadn't seen up her skirt, and said. "What's to be ashamed of, Sis? I've seen more of you showing on the beach than what I just saw. No big deal. You still got great legs, though!"

"Why thank you, Robert." Carol blushed again then went to check on Ben. Seeming satisfied, she kissed him on the forehead. She came back to us, gave her brother a very sisterly kiss on the cheek, and asked when he got in. He told her he'd just got there about the time she woke up. Carol held out her hands to the kids. "C'mon you two, I bet ya hafta go, and ya need your faces washed — there's still pizza all over 'em." They scrambled from their nests in my wives laps and ran to Carol. She gave them each a hug then took them by the hands and led them into the bathroom.

The body on my left stretched lazily against me and pulled her arms tight around me, getting even more comfy. She turned and threw her leg over mine, snuggling in tighter; her long full pleated skirt rising over her stocking-clad thigh as she rubbed her knee on my crotch. "Mmmmm! Feels so ni-i-i-ice! Gotta get summa that! Mmmm, I haven't slept so well in years" Riekie started to rub my erection very suggestively with her knee. I leaned down and kissed the top of her curls. She turned her beautiful face up for a proper kiss, which I delivered very warmly, causing her knee to rub even more suggestively.

As I separated from that warm, sensuous kiss, I squeezed and said, "Look who's here!"

Riekie opened her eyes completely and turned to where I indicated. She smiled warmly at Bob then noticed her own awesome display of leg as her knee continued its playful rubbing of my groin. She wasn't fazed a bit by Bob's presence as she greeted him. "Hi, Bobby! You always walk into a lady's boudoir unannounced? Been here long?"

Bob greeted Riekie warmly. "Hi yourself! Unannounced is the only way if ya wanna see the good stuff, and you're showin' some good stuff." Bob laughed, indicating the tantalizing bit of sensuous thigh exposed. "I just got in. The highway was a bitch coming through the Pass. They had it closed for a few hours to clear a small avalanche. I'm whooped. If I could get you three off the couch, I'd have a nap."

Riekie laughed. "Aw! Poor thing! Ya don't need the couch. If the twins are up, lie down on their bed." She looked closer and saw Bob's eyes were swollen and red from driving. She instantly switched to concerned sister. "You get yourself for a nap, now, Robert Scott! Doctor's orders." She stretched like a cat then grimaced. "Eeewww! I'm starting to smell! I gotta freshen up and get out of these yucky clothes. David would you be an absolute dear and get my overnight case and my small suitcase from the van?" She described the cases so I'd know which ones to bring. She said to bring the kids' small case in too, as they'd probably need fresh undies.

Riekie went to check on Ben. She checked his vital signs, changed his IV and checked the bag attached to his catheter. She was very professional, acting in some ways more like a nurse than a doctor. She was satisfied with what she found, and reported that the nurse had probably been in while we slept.

Diane had wakened by then, also showing a lot of leg, and asked me to bring her travel bag in too. Before letting me go, she gave me a sweet kiss. Then she saw Bob and bounced up to greet him with a hug and kiss. Bob volunteered to go to the van with me to fetch the girls' cases. As we were leaving, Carol came out of the bathroom with the kids, looking somewhat refreshed. The kids saw me, bounced over for a hug and asked where I was going. "Just out to the van to get some things for your mommies. Unca Bob and I will be right back."

Carol announced, "There's a small shower in the bathroom, if anyone feels the need." She gave us a coquettish grin. "I'm sorry it's very small, barely big enough for one person, and there aren't many towels." Diane and Riekie gave each other a disappointed look. "I don't think they usually have as large a group."

Riekie walked out to the nursing station with Bob and me. She asked if we could have some more towels, as most of us were from out-of-town and needed to freshen up. The nurse showed Riekie the linen closet and told her to help herself. Bob and I asked if there was a more direct route to the outside than we had come. The nurse explained the direct route and following her directions, we were soon standing outside in the cold December sun, looking for the van. Looking west, I could just make out the mountains, almost like a cloud bank on the horizon.

It turned out the parking lot we were in was indeed for Palliative Care. We could have walked straight in! I found the van easily enough, and soon had all the cases we'd been sent for. I also brought in the bags of Christmas presents from home. I thought of the small tree I'd noticed in Ben's room, and to make what could be his last day on earth as pleasant and homey as possible, I thought some real presents under that tree would be nice. So I'm a hopeless romantic! Get used to it!

While we went down to the parking lot and back, I filled Bob in on all the recent developments. He'd been in touch with Carol and Ben, so knew a lot of it. He'd been such a part of our lives for the last twenty years and had grown so close to Ben, as I had, that whenever there was news, Carol or Ben had contacted him and brought him up-to-date. He gave me a hug for finally standing up to his father and literally booting him out of the family. The only thing he hadn't heard was that Diane's father and Paul Koorstis were one and the same. I filled him in quickly on those details and also told him about Diane's new pregnancy and about Jo's. He was totally thunderstruck about that, but in typical Bob fashion, soon accepted it. By the time we got back to Ben's room, Bob was as up-to-speed as I could get him.

Because we were talking, Bob and I hadn't hurried. We weren't gone all that long, either, but Diane and Riekie claimed they were ready to send out a search party, not for us, but their luggage. Small shower or not, once they got their bags and had selected whatever they needed, they entered the bathroom together. Carol got delegated to finish dressing the kids, but as soon as that was done, she just had to join the other two in the bathroom! I'm not certain what went on in there, but whatever it was, there was a lot of happy squealing, and giggling, accompanied by some very loud moans.

Bob and I entertained the twins. There was a TV in the room, but we never turned it on. Riekie had packed some coloring books and small toys in her overnight case, and handed them out before she went for her shower. The kids helped us put the gifts under the tree, played and coloured a bit, but mostly they sat on Bob's and my laps, trading places occasionally, and listened as Bob and I talked. Bob never did get his nap as Riekie ordered. Now and then one of the little darlings would tiptoe over to Ben, hold his hand, and kiss him sweetly on the cheek. He smiled in his sleep each time.

I asked the twins if they understood what was happening and why we were here. They said Mommy had explained that Uncle Ben was going to be with the Goddess in a place where he wouldn't hurt anymore, and we were there to say goodbye. They knew when Ben went to the Goddess his body would stay behind. They seemed to understand the concept of death, extremely unusual in ones so young, but then I remembered Rhiannon the year before. These children of mine, so gifted with the Sight, seemed to have a better handle on the machinery of life and death than most adults. Their calm confidence that Ben was going to a better place reassured even skeptical old me.

In that short time I spent with the twins, I learned how much I truly loved these wonderful little creatures that Riekie had gone to so much trouble to bring into the world, and I began to truly appreciate the depth of that beautiful woman's love for me.

Ben slept through all the commotion in the bathroom. While the girls were 'refreshing' themselves a pretty redheaded nurse came in and checked Ben's condition. She made some notes on the chart, adjusted the IV a little, and grinned at the noises from the bathroom. One of the kids was holding Ben's hand when she first came in. She smiled warmly and gave the child a hug. I saw her take note of the gifts under the tree, too.

Just before she left, the nurse said, "Palliative Care is for families to spend time with a loved one near the end. We try to make it as close to home as possible in an institutional setting, but your family seems to have made this room totally home. You prove the old adage that 'home is where the heart is'. Times like this, sitting with a loved one at the end of their journey shouldn't always be a sad time. Life should be cherished, but also celebrated at times like this. I can tell from the number of you here that Mr.Young is loved and cherished by all of you, and that his life was a good one. I wish some of the other families could see your joy in life, even at the end of another's. My shift is almost over, and I'm off now until New Year's Eve to spend the Holiday with my family. I won't see you again, probably, but I just want you to know it has been a pleasure serving you and Mr. Young. Merry Christmas!"

Bob and I were deeply touched and thanked her for her heartfelt words. We wished her a Merry Christmas as well. She looked stunned when I added, "May the Goddess protect you."

But she stunned me even more when she returned a quiet, "And guide your spirit." As the door closed behind her.

The girls came out of the washroom a short time later. All three of them had a little extra glow that I recognized. Diane and Carol both had that almost otherworldly glow of pregnancy, but this was extra. I was happy for them, and had truly enjoyed my interlude with Bob and the twins, but felt a little disappointed at being left out of the girls' fun too.

They all looked wonderful. Carol wore the same kilt she had on earlier, but had changed sweaters. The one she wore now buttoned down the front and hugged her beautiful breasts deliciously, her nipples forming mouth-watering dents in the material. She'd left a few buttons undone, allowing an enticing view of soft curves. Diane also wore the same kilt as before, but her sweater had been changed for a flannel shirt that revealed soft curves and cleavage. She looked absolutely edible. The biggest change was in Riekie. Gone was the heavy wool and tweed look of before. She wore one of those cotton dresses I liked so much with a buttoned bodice, enough buttons open to show some delectably soft, ripe curves. The hem came to about four inches above her knee. She looked almost exactly as she had on a Christmas Eve exactly twenty years before.

All three were bare legged, and I knew without looking or asking that none of them had a single stitch on underneath. And they smelled wonderful! After our experience with Carol in September, I knew what that delectable perfume was, and reacted accordingly -- my penis stirred and became semi erect. There could be only one of them in actual 'heat', now, but this delicious scent seemed to emanate from all three, and seemed familiar. I remembered Carol's perfume from our first date, and recognized it as the attractant it was.

My look of mild disappointment at not being included in the fun in the bathroom didn't go unnoticed, either. The three of them came to me, and smothered me in a warm group hug with lots of tender kisses that soon had my semi now a full hard-on. Riekie spoke for them. "We're sorry, David. We shouldn't have excluded you, but Muffin and I... the tension between us hit the boiling point. We had to do something!" She grinned. "Besides, if you'd been with us, the screaming would probably have caused a panic at the desk."

"No apologies are needed, My Lovelies. I was a little disappointed, but the three of you sounded like you were having so much fun just being girls, I thought I'd be intruding. Besides, I had Bob and two other beautiful women to entertain. We had our own fun, and I enjoyed that just as much, I think. If I'd been with you, I wouldn't have been with them, and I'd be wondering what I was missing there. I can do a lot of things but being in two places at once isn't one of them."

Another nurse came in just then to check on Ben. She was new, and seemed surprised at the number of visitors and the general air of happiness in the room where a man lay dying. Like the nurse before her, though, she seemed to be pleasantly surprised. This nurse, like the one this morning, asked us if we wanted dinner sent up. This time we said that would be fine. Ben was still sleeping, but seemed a little restless. Either he was dreaming, or he was in pain. I thought probably both. After the nurse left with our dinner order, Riekie checked Ben's IV and made a small adjustment. He seemed to relax a little after that. I'm no expert, but I had been noticing all afternoon that the traces on the monitor seemed shallower and farther apart, as if he was winding down. The twins still took turns holding Ben's hand and whenever one of them was with him, he smiled in his sleep.

With a rattle of hot covers, the orderly delivered dinner. For hospital food, it was surprisingly good. They even served ice cream for the kids. As we finished eating, Ben's sons, Jamie and Robbie came in. Carol made introductions all around. I noticed the boys, in their early twenties, giving Diane and Riekie very appreciative glances. They were very nice young men, and obviously thought the world of Carol, treating her like a favourite older sister. They talked and laughed with us like old friends. Of course, they knew Bob and had met Riekie a couple times. They became instant hits with K.P. and J.D. If kids and pets accept strangers, it's a good sign they really are good people.

Ben woke from his long nap finally. The kids noticed first that he was awake and they both ran to the side of the bed to give him a kiss. He was very weak, and could hardly speak, but when he saw the boys, he motioned them to come over so he could talk to them. I heard him ask if all went well today, and did they get what was needed. They answered in the affirmative to both questions. The boys were obviously heartbroken that they were losing their father, but seemed to be taking this in stride. Jamie drew me aside and told me they'd seen their mother suffer a long painful death, and they didn't want to go through that again. If Ben passed quickly, as it seemed he would, then while sad at his loss, they would be glad of his release from pain.

A short time after the boys arrived, another person entered the room -- a striking redhead, almost Amazonian or Valkerian in proportion with a commanding bearing that I recognized. Without introduction, I knew instantly this must be Beth Richards, Priestess to the Goddess; her bearing was the same as Mom's. She might not be a High Priestess, but she certainly ranked, I thought. She was tall, heavily framed with a very full bosom. Her full red lips seemed to be fixed in a permanent smile. Imposing at first, she exuded warmth and friendliness.

Her gaze focused on the patient, ignoring everyone else, this impressive personage went straight to Ben's bedside. Seeing he was awake, she flashed him a dazzling smile. Ben smiled in return and they greeted each other warmly as she kissed him gently on the lips. I was standing nearby and heard Ben whisper to her, "Are you ready? Do you have everything you need?" Beth nodded in the affirmative and patted a large garment bag and a smaller travel bag she carried.

After she greeted Ben, Beth turned to Carol, who was close by with my other two girls, talking with Jamie and Robbie. Beth's eyes caught and centred on My Girls (Finally! All three together!). She stopped dead in mid-turn and sucked in her breath. I heard her gasp to herself. "Princesses! Lori was right!"

Beth recovered quickly and greeted them, her tone deferential. She knew Carol, of course, but seeing all three beauties together was a sight for anyone, male or female. Carol must have told the other two about the big redhead, because as one, they curtsied to her, and greeted her as 'My Lady', which seemed to fluster Beth. She was in awe of them, yet they deferred to her! Carol then introduced her around, starting with Riekie and Diane then Jamie and Robbie. Carol then introduced her to Bob, the twins, and finally me.

Beth Richards was an amazing person. As she was introduced to each person, she made that person feel very special. She clasped Bob's hand warmly and told him he was a very good friend indeed. Beth paid very close attention to the little ones, gazing long into their eyes, as if she could see what they saw and shook her head in amazement. The kids were very quiet, but also very alert, watching everything closely, not saying anything. She bent between them and whispered something to them that made them both smile happily.

When she met me, she caught and held my gaze with her startling blue-almost-violet eyes. Beth looked into my eyes long and hard, as if searching for something. She must have found what she wanted because she whispered, "You'll do... you'll do."

Beth almost visibly shook herself from our stare and said, "You must be David. I've heard so much about you David, I'm glad I finally got to meet you, although I wish it was under better circumstances. I have a message from your mother. 'Protect these Princesses, David. Do not let anything happen to them. If in doubt, follow your heart, not your mind and listen to them this time.' She said you would know what she means."

I had loved and lost two of these magnificent women once because I listened to reason and not the warnings in my own heart. I vowed it would never happen again. "You can tell my mother, the High Priestess I understand completely. I let my guard down once. Never again."

"I will tell her."

Just then, Ben, who had been talking quietly with his sons, raised his hand and beckoned Beth over. He said something to her, and she suddenly seemed galvanized; it seemed as if the whole room suddenly became charged. She picked up the large garment bag she'd brought with her, and approached My Girls. She opened the bag to reveal three simple white gowns of homespun with what looked like a silver cord or sash at the waist. She handed one reverentially to each of the girls. "Princesses, please change into these. Your Mother, the High Priestess sent them for you. She said your sister made them. Come with me."

Only one 'sister' I knew of could sew -- Val. What was going on here? Ben and Beth seemed to have something planned, but no one had bothered to explain anything to us, and Mom and Val were somehow in on it. Almost as if spellbound, the girls followed Beth into the washroom to change. After Beth and the girls left, the room remained eerily silent, in an air of expectancy. No one spoke, not even the children, while we waited for the ladies to return. The only activity in the room came when Jamie cranked up Ben's bed, raising him into a semi-sitting position.

The door to the bathroom opened and Beth led the girls back into the room. All four were dressed in homespun gowns that fell almost to the floor. The gowns were high-wasted, highlighting their breasts. All were identical, except Beth's had a gold sash draped loosely at her hips. The girls' sashes were silver. I recognized the gowns as being almost identical to that Mom wore on a Christmas Eve twenty years before. Beth's commanding presence seemed to grow, and she took on an otherworldly radiance that seemed to spread to My Girls.

Beth led the three girls to the side of Ben's bed and beckoned Bob and me to the other side. She took a position at the foot of the bed, Jamie and Robbie to either side and slightly behind. She turned to the twins and looking directly at them, said three words. "It is time."

The twins then moved up to stand directly beside her, assuming the positions her apprentices would normally occupy. My girls stood across Ben's bed from me, Carol in the middle, Riekie on her left and Diane on her right. They seemed nervous and held hands, wondering what was next. I thought Beth probably had given them instructions when they were changing, but they told me later aside from helping them a little with their gowns, the only instruction she gave them was to follow her lead, they'd know what to do. The rest of the time, she seemed to be meditating.

With everyone in place as Beth indicated, she raised her arms, her tiny apprentices following suit, and simply invoked the blessing of the Goddess. She lowered her arms and seemed to wait. Everyone was watching her, so we were surprised when a new voice spoke. It was a man's, and came from Ben's direction. We turned in amazement to hear Ben speak so clearly after the croaking whisper of the last several hours.

Ben was transformed! His eyes blazed with a feverish, almost unearthly light, and his colour, previously a deathly grey, was more natural, almost flushed. He seemed to have drawn from some deep inner reserve of strength. I noticed the monitor showed his heart rate had increased dramatically, almost racing. His breathing was fast, almost gasping. He appeared to be burning energy at a phenomenal rate. I'd heard of such death-bed energy bursts, but never expected it from Ben — his vital signs had been gradually declining all day — but then perhaps he had simply been gathering what strength he had left.

Riekie started to move, acting as the physician. Ben held up his hand and stopped her, saying, "No! Riekie! I have little enough time, and there is nothing you can do. Let me do this."

Riekie stopped, torn between what she saw as her professional duty, and Ben's command. Carol held her hand tightly, reassuring her, tears running down her cheeks. I think she somehow sensed what was coming. Through her tears she said, "Ben, you don't have to do this!"

Ben's voice, though still wracked with pain, was clear. "Yes, Carol Anne, I must. As I said, I have little time left, and I must see this through." His eyes swept the group, resting on each of us for a few seconds before moving on, much like a general reviewing his officers on the eve of battle, checking their resolve. Everyone, including Carol through her tears, returned his gaze levelly and unflinchingly.

Satisfied at what he saw, Ben began. He addressed the room in general, but spoke directly to individuals occasionally. "Ever since I first heard the story of this incredible love affair from you, Carol Anne, I resolved that if there was any way possible, I would try and help re-unite you, David, and Riekie. I experienced something similar with my first wife Kate, Jamie and Robbie's mother. She was everything and then some to me. When I lost her prematurely to illness, I was devastated as my sons will tell you. There was no way I could recover that for myself, but I felt there was something I could do for you. As I met more of Carol Anne's family, with the exception of the serpent, and learned of the love, friendship and loyalty they all had for each other and David that resolve grew. Although I'd never met David, I developed a great respect for him. Anyone who could instill such love and loyalty in people that lasted many years even after contact was lost was worthy of my respect too."

I was extremely touched and humbled by Ben's words. Ben stopped for a few seconds, catching his breath. He wanted to tell this, and would, but it was taking a terrible toll.

"I had no idea how I could help, then Carol Anne told me of David's promise to sire children with her someday. That planted the seed of an idea. I had already heard the prognosis from my doctors that I had little time left, and only hoped I had enough to do this thing. When we learned her mother was dying, and would probably be buried back in Ontario, I suggested to Carol Anne that she arrange to have David complete his promise. I had to keep my true prognosis from Carol Anne else my plan would not work. She had to believe I would be there to raise the child, if only for a few months. She agreed and then it simply became a matter of how to get those two together.

"I knew we had to have the complicity of Diane because David, regardless of his feelings for Carol Anne, simply would not cheat. I suggested she contact Diane and become acquainted with her, gradually working toward permission and even approval of them getting together to produce a child, ostensibly for me. It worked better than I expected — the two became instant friends with undertones of something deeper possibly, as they seemed to be kindred souls. Now, several months later, we know why that is.

"My own, unstated plan was simple, and Carol Anne, I'm sorry I didn't confide in you, but if I had told you my real motives for having you meet David, you would have refused. Simply put, I felt if Carol Anne and David were put in an intimate situation, they would reconnect, despite Carol Anne's emotional devastation — it might even go a long way toward healing her. David would have been understanding and would have forgiven her sins, real and imagined, taking her back without hesitation. She knew that deep in her heart, and that's what kept her hope alive." Carol, tears running freely down her cheeks, nodded her agreement at his assessment.

"When Dolly passed away, that was our opportunity for Carol to make a trip to Ontario without the express purpose of looking David up. I thought a trip specifically for that purpose would be too difficult for Carol Anne, given her emotional state. How to get David to the funeral was the question. We knew from Diane that his job wouldn't let him away, and even if he could get a day, with the distance from the farm, I felt David would probably just send a sympathy card and flowers if he was simply informed of the funeral.

"I contacted Bob, told him of my scheme to reunite David and Carol Anne. He thought it was time and past they were back together, and thus it was he that had the brainwave to have David act as his proxy. We knew the younger boys wouldn't be able to attend anyway, but Bob actually could have. Thank you, Bob, you've been a true friend to both David and me in this for sacrificing your last chance to say goodbye to your mother for us." Bob blushed and shuffled as his real involvement in the scheme to get us back together was revealed. I slipped my arm around his shoulder and squeezed to let him know I appreciated his loyalty as a friend.

Ben paused again to slow his breathing. His flush seemed deeper and his eyes blazed more feverishly. He was pushing the envelope and it showed. He continued. "Carol Anne and David's initial meeting went far better and more dramatically than I ever dared hope, paving the way for reunion. Maybe it was the intervention of the Goddess, or David's Power, I don't know, but having Carol Anne's father there, with David having just learned of that serpent's full duplicity at ruining his life even after he'd split from His Girls, was a pure stroke of luck. David was able, at a single stroke, to reveal the serpent for what he truly was and basically heal Carol Anne. Whether they made a baby that weekend, after that, became almost secondary, although from what I hear, just doing that alone, as in the original plan, would probably have reunited their hearts." Carol and I exchanged looks and smiled. Ben was absolutely right.

"The point is they did reconnect and rekindled their love. The rest, as they say, is history. Getting Riekie back into the mix was just a matter of time, as we knew that she had already set things in motion in her life to return to David regardless. How Riekie planned to reinsert herself in David's life without causing upheaval always intrigued me, but now I think of it, I'm sure three very special little girls might just have made it a lot easier. That it happened as it has is extremely gratifying. Even more gratifying is Diane's total acceptance of the situation. I think finding out she really is a cousin removed any niggling doubts she may have had." I saw Diane nodding at Ben's last words. Carol and Riekie listened in stunned silence.

"What I really wanted was for their knot to be retied, but I stood in the way of that because Carol Anne would not leave me, and I didn't know anything of the Old Ways. I decided to learn and David was kind enough through his mother to refer me to Beth, who has become a very dear friend and spiritual counselor. My illness attended to the small detail of Carol Anne leaving me — you don't leave a dead man.

"As I said, I knew when the plan went into motion I had much less time than I had told anyone. I made my doctor go along with me. When I said the doctors had given me two years as the upper limit, that prognosis was made over two years ago. I've already lived three or four months longer than they said was the maximum.

"I think I've only gotten through these last few months because of the love and friendship of the people in this room and my determination to see this 'project' for lack of a better word, through to its conclusion. To see it through, I've had some helpers. Jamie and Robbie knew from the beginning, and were the only others to know my true condition. Once I was comfortable with Beth, I brought her in, because I needed her help as a Priestess of the Goddess to do the final bit right."

Ben stopped for a moment, again to rest before going on. I could see his energy level was dropping fairly quickly. Even Beth, who had seemed impassive through most of Ben's speech, was beginning to look worried. The twins had remained almost like little statues, holding Beth's hands. Their brilliant blue eyes were fixed steadily on Ben, and seemed to almost glow, as if they were lending him some of their strength. I think all of us were trying to will some strength into him.

"I'm sorry David, we never got to talk about the 'Power' you sense has been guiding you. When I first heard of it, I was amazed, because like you, all through my life I felt something was guiding me. When my wife died, I felt like it had left me, but it started to return when I met Carol Anne. <Coincidentally, near the same time Rhiannon was born and I felt the first new stirrings of 'my' Power that I told Bob about.> I may get the idea for something, but the Power, or whatever it is, seems to give me the sense of timing.

"Now all the players are in the field and it's almost time for me to leave. Jamie and Robbie will read my will to you now." He grinned. "It's not everyday the deceased gets to hear his own will read to the heirs, but I wanted it this way. It'll still have to be probated and all that legal stuff, but allow me my vanity. After that, Beth will take charge. I'll rest a bit while the boys read the will. I have a little energy left, but I must use it well."

Ben lay back with a sigh and grimaced at his pain. The light faded from his eyes a little, but I sensed there was still that reserve he mentioned. Jamie removed a document from the small briefcase he'd carried since they came in. Together, he and Robbie read it. It was a short will. Ben had liquidated all his assets except the house. The preamble was a little irreverent, and tongue-in-cheek, typical of Ben.

"I, Benjamin Franklin Young, unfortunately named for the man who successfully campaigned to make flatulence socially unacceptable, being of sound mind, do herewith name my sons, James Young and Robert Young co-executors of my estate. They have agreed to do so, unpaid as witnessed and attested under separate contract at Appendix 'A'.

"I, Benjamin Franklin Young of the aforementioned unfortunate naming, direct and command the co-executors afore-named to settle and pay all outstanding bills, liens, etcetera against my estate from my liquid assets and funds, listed separately at Appendix 'C' before any disbursement of gifts or bequeaths listed hereinafter.

I, Benjamin Franklin Young being of sound mind do herewith gift and bequeath the following:

"One: My house, located at (a Bragg Creek address) and all its contents, listed separately at Appendix 'B', to my sons, James Young and Robert Young, their heirs and assigns, jointly and together forever, to dispose of as they see fit with the proviso the current occupant, my wife, Carol Anne Lloyd be allowed to live and use it as her own at no charge until such time as she decides to relocate.

"Two: I direct and command that all my clothing be donated to a worthy and needy charity to be selected by the co-executors.

"Three: One tenth (10%) of all my liquid assets and funds, listed separately at Appendix 'C', to the Temple of the Goddess located at (a Calgary address). I further direct that one Elizabeth Richards administer and direct the dispersal and use of the assets and funds so bequeathed at her sole discretion.

"Four: One tenth (10%) of all my liquid assets and funds, listed separately at Appendix 'C', to my dear friend, Robert Scott Jr., his heirs and assigns forever.

"Lastly: All my liquid assets and funds, listed separately at Appendix 'C', less the two gifts and bequeaths of one tenth (10%) each, aforementioned, to the following persons, their heirs and assigns, jointly and together forever: Carol Anne Lloyd, Diane Marie Lloyd, Hendrieka Maria Lloyd, and William David Lloyd, to be used or divided at their joint discretion.

"Dated: December 10, 1985 A.D.

"Signed, Benjamin Franklin Young

"Witnessed: Robert Charles Young and James Michael Young

"Sworn before: (A Calgary Attorney and Notary Public)"

The boys had a tally sheet with them. The total estimated value of Ben's 'liquid assets and funds' after expenses including hospital and funeral was close to four million dollars! Beth's Temple and Bob would each get over three hundred and fifty thousand, and the rest went to my family! You do the math! In 1985 that was a significant chunk of pocket change!

The boys told us there was an old life insurance policy taken out before Ben got sick, with them as beneficiaries that was worth a significant sum. They said they would use the proceeds from it to actually pay any hospital and funeral expenses, not already covered by health insurance and a prepaid funeral agreement, leaving the estate largely intact.

Needless to say, there was a buzz in the room, and some jaws to be scraped off the floor. Ben looked rather pleased with himself.



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Chapter 71


Beth Richards took over after Jamie and Robbie finished reading the will. She raised her arms in supplication to the Goddess, her diminutive apprentices, K.P. and D.J. following suit. The room became quiet again. The only sounds heard were the quiet beeping of Ben's heart monitor and his raspy breathing. I looked closely at Ben. His skin seemed almost transparent and appeared almost as if he glowed with an inner light.

Beth asked Carol, "Carol Anne, do you have your old knotted cord with you?" Suddenly I had a feeling of 'déja vu all over again'.

Carol replied. "Yes, I do. I've kept it with me all this time. It's in my purse."

Beth asked Jamie to fetch Carol's purse. When he brought it, Beth said. "Carol Anne, get it out for me please."

Carol pulled a battered looking but very familiar piece of string out of her purse and handed it to Beth, with a questioning look. Beth suddenly took on even more of an otherworldly appearance. She took the string, raised the open loop into the air and pronounced. "The Goddess is pleased. The string is still sound and the knot tight. The union it symbolizes is still solid despite years of separation."

Beth said, "Before I begin, Benjamin has more to say. Carol Anne, please remove your diamond and hold out your left hand to Ben. "

Carol nervously did as asked. When she removed her diamond ring, Robbie stepped forward, took it from her, and whispered he'd give it back afterward.

The light in Ben's eyes intensified as he took Carol's left hand in his. "Carol Anne Lloyd, it has been my privilege and honour to be your husband-friend, but the time has come to break that bond so you can move on and allow the Plan to come to fruition. We do this so that you can tie a new knot with David, Diane and Riekie." Carol seemed to know what was coming and tried to pull back, but Ben held her hand firmly. "Carol Anne Lloyd, I, Benjamin Franklin Young do herewith and forever release and absolve you from your marital vows to me. I further relinquish all claims to your heart and body." With that, he gently removed Carol's wedding ring and handed it to Bob for safe keeping.

Carol was reluctant, but knew what she had to do. She nervously followed his lead. "B-benjamin F-franklin Young... I, C-carol Anne L-loyd do herewith and forever release and absolve you from your marital vows to me. I further relinquish all claims to your heart and body." Likewise, she removed Ben's wedding ring and also handed it across the bed to Bob. She then bent and kissed Ben sweetly on the lips. She told me later she had suspected something of this sort from a bit of conversation she overheard between Ben and Beth a few days before, but it still didn't make it any easier. She knew he felt it had to be done, but she felt like she was abandoning her friend.

Ben then motioned to Robbie, who handed him another ring. As Ben slipped it onto the ring finger of his left hand, I noticed it was well worn. Ben smiled in wonder, seemed to focus on the distance and called out to apparently thin air. "I'm almost done, Love. I'll be home in a little while. Be patient a little longer. I love you." His gaze refocused into the room as he explained, "Kate is calling me home. I told her I'd be along shortly, as soon as I'm finished here. Your mother says hello, boys and she's really proud of you."

Jamie and Robbie, stoic to this point, openly had tears in their eyes. Jamie spoke for both. "We miss you, Mom. Take good care of Dad when he comes home."

The fevered light in Ben's eyes diminished a little as he lay back against his pillow and relaxed. His breathing seemed easier, and that smile of wonderment never left him as he watched the rest of the proceedings.

Beth now turned her attention to Diane and me, her small attendants firmly at her side. "Diane Marie, please remove your diamond." Diane took off her diamond engagement ring. Once again, Robbie stepped forward and received it for safe keeping, promising to return it later.

Diane looked almost panic-stricken that I might release her from her vows, but was soon reassured by Beth's next words. "Diane Marie, don't be afraid. David isn't releasing you. Please move your wedding ring to your right hand." Diane did so as Beth explained, "You will be tying a new knot with David and the others. Do you fully understand you will now be sharing David completely with these two others as full partners in your marriage regardless and irrespective of the Law, and that you will be 'Third Wife?'

Diane, relieved, nodded, and said softly, "I do."

Beth then asked Carol and Riekie a similar question. "Carol Anne and Riekie, do you understand you will now be sharing David completely with Diane Marie, that you are reaffirming your original vows and adding her to your marriage, and that she is relinquishing some of her rights as the legal wife to you?"

Carol and Riekie each answered, "I do."

Beth then spoke to me. "David, please move your wedding ring to your right hand. Do you understand what I just asked of Diane Marie, Carol Anne and Riekie?"

Eyebrows raised, I did as directed and answered. "I do."

Beth held out her hand to Robbie. He produced a small leather pouch, from which Beth extracted three lady's wedding bands. I noticed they were very similar to the ones Carol and Riekie wore. She handed one each to K.P. and D.J. and kept the third for herself. Then she drew out a fourth ring, almost identical to the one Carol gave me for my birthday so long ago. She kept this one herself too. She explained as she received the rings from Robbie, "These rings are Robbie and Jamie's wedding presents to you."

Beth raised the rings she held high and her apprentices raised theirs to match. Her voice rose in supplication. "May the Goddess bless these rings and what they symbolize. These rings are the symbol, worn every day, of the knot you will tie." Then she and her tiny helpers lowered their arms, holding the rings in front of them.

She had D.J. hand me her ring. "David, place Carol Anne's ring on her hand and say 'Carol Anne Lloyd, I thee wed'."

I slipped her ring onto Carol Anne's hand "Carol Anne Lloyd, I thee wed."

K.P handed me Riekie's ring. "David, place Riekie's ring on her hand and say 'Hendrieka Maria Lloyd, I thee wed'."

I slipped Riekie's ring onto her hand. "Hendrieka Maria Lloyd, I thee wed."

Beth then handed me Diane's ring. "David, place Diane's ring on her hand and say 'Diane Marie Lloyd, I thee wed'."

I slipped Diane's ring onto her hand. "Diane Marie Lloyd, I thee wed."

All three rings fit the ring finger of their left hands. I marveled at how Beth knew which ring belonged to which wife. Diane's might have been easier, as her fingers were so much smaller, but how had they gotten the sizes? I found out later that all jewelers keep their customers' ring sizes on record. It took a little detective work to locate Riekie's, but the other two and myself were easy. My size and Diane's were on file with my friend, and Ben knew Carol's size from when he married her.

Beth handed my ring to the girls such that they all held it. "Carol Anne, Riekie and Diane Marie take David's ring, read the inscription inside aloud together and place it on his hand together. Say 'William David Lloyd, we thee wed'."

My Girls (Oh! Dear God! It's REAL!) read the inscription as one voice. "Diane, Riekie, Carol and Dave 1985 Hearts Entwined Forever."

Carol and Riekie smiled sweetly at the update then all three slipped it onto my ring finger where it belonged. It fit!

All three again spoke as one voice. "William David Lloyd, We thee wed."

Beth then had us join our ring hands across Ben's bed. Aside from repeating Beth's words and the girls reading the inscription, no one had uttered a word while we exchanged rings. Once we held each others' hands, Beth then wrapped Carol's string cunningly around the original three, Carol, Riekie and me, binding us together. She spoke, her voice soft, but commanding.

"You three, Riekie, Carol Anne and David originally wed yourselves under the sacred knot, and promised rings to each other. Those rings which you still wear were finally exchanged when you made a new declaration that you were wed to each other. Then, again, under the sacred knot, you bound yourselves to all. This is to reaffirm that night twenty years ago tonight. Happy Anniversary"!

Beth produced a new string, longer, stronger, and quite ornate from a previously invisible pocket in her gown. She wrapped it around all four hands such that all four were bound securely, and tied a tight, secure knot. Ben laid his hand over ours. Beth intoned. "The inscription is identical on all four of the new rings. Now, under the sacred knot you will bind yourselves to all. Say together after me. 'We, Carol Anne Lloyd, Hendrieka Maria Lloyd, Diane Marie Lloyd and William David Lloyd take solemn oath and promise before these witnesses that we are now wed, each to each and all to each other in love and friendship forever."

The four of us repeated the vow in unison.

Bob spoke in clear tones, his voice ringing in joy and pride, "I am Witness to this joining of four hearts. Let no man put it asunder." Jamie and Robbie each repeated Bob's words.

From her traveling bag Beth took out one of those special cakes like Mom had used, that wasn't a wedding cake per se, but more like bread. She had the four of us cut it into four more or less equal pieces with our still-bound hands using a small knife she also drew out of her traveling bag. She bade us each take a bite of a piece then a bite from each others' until all four pieces had been bitten by each of us. Then she took the remaining bits and passed them to the others, including the children. Even Ben took a nibble of each piece as it was passed to him. She took a small bit of each herself. By the time everyone had a bite of each piece, the cake was all gone.

Beth spoke again. "You three, Riekie, Carol Anne and David are now thrice joined by the sacred bridal knot and tonight have joined with Diane Marie under a new knot. Tonight the four of you have exchanged new rings and said a vow to each other, declaring and promising eternal love and friendship. You have shared the bounty of the earth represented by this cake with each other and your friends. As Her earthly representative present, I give you the blessing of the Goddess and pronounce you Wed in Her sight and to the world. David, please kiss your brides."

Third time's the charm (I'm counting Paul and the aunts) — I wasn't slow this time. I took first Carol Anne, then Riekie, then Diane into my embrace and kissed them hungrily. It was quite awkward with our left hands tied together like that and on opposite sides of Ben's bed. We had to reach across the bed, trying not to fall on top of Ben while I kissed each, but we managed after all.

When we separated from our kisses, Beth moved around the bed and kissed each of us sweetly on the lips. She then motioned for Bob, then Jamie, Robbie and the twins to do the same. Bob and the boys got sweet kisses from the girls, and a hug and handshake from me. The twins got huge hugs and kisses from the four of us. I was immensely proud of my little princesses. Ben, the mover and shaker behind all this, got the special treatment. All three of my wives gave him sweet, lingering kisses. I held his hand and kissed him on the forehead. I noticed his breathing was getting very shallow, and the light in his eyes was dimming.

I spoke for my family, a huge lump the size of Ontario in my throat. "Benjamin, you are the kindest, most wonderful friend any person could ever have. Thank you. We love you."

After all the kisses, hugs and handshakes, Beth spoke again. "Now the circle is complete." Now I knew what it meant! I had I heard it before, but this time I knew!

Beth unraveled the strings without untying the knots, and gave them to Carol, saying. "First Wife, you kept the first, now keep them both. If you elect a new First Wife, you are still the Keeper, as you are still First Wife in time."

<Elect a First Wife? Now there's a novel idea! That could very well be the subject of our first family meeting.>

We were all standing around Ben's bed, feeling good about ourselves. I had moved around so I had my arms around two wives, Carol on the right, Riekie on the left with the third, Diane, in front, leaning back into me, holding hands with the other two, and the twins cuddled into us. We were facing Ben when his eyes suddenly blazed and a smile of ultimate joy lit up his haggard face as he leaned forward, arms outstretched. "Kate! My Love! You're here! I'm coming! My work here is finally done and I'm on my way home!"

Two small voices piped up. "Uncle Ben!" Ben's eyes refocused briefly as he looked at the twins in response to their call. "She is really pretty, Uncle Ben! You can go with her now. She's waiting."

Ben relaxed back against the bed; his arms fell to his sides; the light in his eyes faded to almost nothing. He whispered my name and I leaned close to hear him. "Goodbye, David, my dear, dear friend. I'll miss you and our talks, but Kate wants me home. She likes you. Say goodbye to all our family for me. Think well of me."

Tears running unashamedly down my cheeks, I whispered back as I kissed him on the cheek, "Good bye Benjamin, my cherished friend. Say hello to Kate for me. May the Goddess protect you."

Ben's last words were almost below the threshold of hearing, "And guide your spirit. See ya, David."

Ben closed his eyes, that beatific smile still on his face. His body seemed to shrink in on itself, and the quietly beeping heart monitor changed to a steady tone. Riekie instantly became the professional and sprang to my side. She checked for a pulse then stood back. With tears running down her face, she whispered, "He's gone." She looked at her watch. "I make the time eight fifteen Mountain, ten fifteen Eastern. Wasn't it around ten o'clock at home when your mother married us that time?"

Beth said the Goddess' benediction, and turned away from Ben's bedside with tears in her eyes. She never looked back.

Carol broke down in tears in Diane's arms. D.J. tugged at her gown to get her attention. Carol looked down at her. "Don't cry Mommy Carol. Uncle Ben left with that nice lady. He's happy now, and he doesn't hurt anymore." Carol stared at our daughter in wonder, a small smile beginning to replace her tears.

She tousled D.J.'s golden locks. "Thank you, Sweetheart." 'From out the mouths of babes' came healing.

K.P. slipped her small hand in mine. "Don't cry, Daddy, Uncle Ben said nobody should cry. He wants us to go home to his old house and have Christmas."

Right then I didn't feel much like Christmas, but then I thought Ben died happy, mission accomplished, into the waiting arms of his beloved wife. Who were we to spoil his happiness by mourning over an empty shell? I squared my shoulders, said goodbye to my friend one more time, and prepared to get on with our lives. That was what Ben wanted, and the whole purpose of his 'project' that brought us all together here today. I gathered my family into a tight group hug as we began the process of healing from our loss.

When Ben's heart monitor 'flat lined', it must have set off an alarm at the nursing station, because within a few minutes, the nurse arrived. Because death was the expected outcome in this place, there was no great urgency, and the nursing staff respected the time families needed immediately following the passing of a loved one. When the nurse entered the room, she checked Ben for vital signs, then turned off all the equipment and removed the IV. The only life support he'd been on was the IV drip that maintained some fluids and administered his pain killer. She commented on the smile still evident on Ben's face. "Looks like he went peacefully and happy."

Riekie told the nurse, "Yes, he did. He said his dead wife came to take him home. He said goodbye to all of us, and then he was gone. I marked the T.O.D. as 8:15 PM Mountain Standard. As the physician present, I can sign the Death Certificate if you want." The nurse marked the time Riekie told her on the chart, had Riekie sign it then asked if we needed more time with Ben.

Riekie queried us. "Do we need to stay?"

Not one of us wanted to stay any longer. Ben was gone, why stand guard over his empty shell? Jamie and Robbie had to remain behind to finalize some arrangements, but there wasn't much; Ben had been very thorough in his preparations. The girls retrieved their clothing from the bathroom, we gathered up all the things we'd brought, including the Christmas gifts and prepared to leave. Robbie returned Carol and Diane's diamond rings to them and Beth told them to put them back on. Bob placed Carol and Ben's wedding bands in the leather pouch Robbie had used for the new bands and presented them to Carol.

We continued to mill about, somewhat embarrassed at the 'social correctness' of the situation. Finally, we all decided to leave. The girls asked Beth if she'd like to come to Carol's home for awhile. Beth demurred, saying she should get home to her own family on Christmas Eve. Jamie and Robbie said they might come over later, but after they finished at the hospital, thought they'd either 'hang out together' or maybe go to their girlfriends' for some 'TLC'. They were all alone now, and were kind of adrift, but I think they just needed some private time. Carol left the invitation open, and said their beds were ready any time they wanted to come. She reminded them they were still expected for Christmas dinner, as that had been their original plan before Ben was taken to the hospital.

The rest of us, including Bob, were going to Carol's. That decision made, we all picked up an armload of stuff and headed down to the parking lot. Bob helped us load the things we'd taken up back into the van. It was a bitterly cold night, but the van started well. Everyone except Bob climbed into the van, Carol riding up front with me to give directions. Diane and Riekie rode in back with the twins, who were starting to get sleepy. Bob had his own car, knew the way, and said he'd meet us there. As we pulled out of the parking lot, Carol said, "OK, David, take us home and love us, Ben would want that."

Ben passed away at eight fifteen. We were on the road to his home from the hospital by nine. It seemed like an eternity, but little more than forty five minutes had passed. Strangely enough, while we mourned the passing of a dear friend, we all felt uplifted by the experience. Ben had passed happily, and had given us the gift of restoring our marriage. I felt we could celebrate Christmas with easy hearts.

We arrived at Carol's house within twenty minutes. There was hardly any traffic because of the Holiday, and Carol knew the way well. When we arrived at her house, I was astounded at the size of it. It was more like a mansion than a house. There weren't any lights on inside, but the outside was nicely lit up with Christmas lights. Carol had said they didn't use much more than half of it. Now I understood why -- it was way too much house for two people with simple needs. Bob pulled into the driveway a few minutes behind us. Carol unlocked the front door, and Bob helped me carry in the twins, who had fallen asleep on the drive there. Carrying my burden of sleeping six year old, I didn't have much opportunity to look around.

Carol guided us upstairs to a bedroom with twin beds. This was the room she was going to set up as a nursery, but because of the turmoil over Ben's illness hadn't started on it yet. She said it had been the boys' room when they were younger. Now, whenever they came over, they used a couple of the spare bedrooms. She said she never knew when they might appear on her doorstep, so she always kept those rooms ready for them. Riekie and Diane followed us carrying suitcases for the kids. Bob and I each laid a child on a bed then Riekie undressed them to their underwear, a real chore when the kids were out cold and limp as rag dolls. She said she had pajamas for them, but it would be just too difficult to get them on now. We tucked them in and gave each a goodnight kiss. All three of my wives snuggled up to me as we watched the little ones sleep. Riekie giggled and said if we checked later, they'd both be in the same bed — they did it all the time.

With the kids tucked in, Carol gave us a quick tour. There were several bedrooms, only five of which looked used, including where the youngsters slept. The first one, immediately at the top of the stairs was Carol's own, the feminine touches obvious. Two were obviously the ones reserved for Jamie and Robbie. One was Ben's, across from Carol's, apparent by the still unmade bed and the medical paraphernalia. It also looked like he'd used it as an office when he was able to get up. She showed us that each room had its own separate bath, and every room, including hers, except the one where the twins were sleeping had a king-size bed, just as Carol had said. The whole upstairs was more hotel-like than a home.

Directly across the long central hall from the children's room was what could only be described as the master bedroom. It was huge, with another of those king-size beds, but the centre piece was a six-person hot tub. The decor was a little garish, more suited in my mind to a bordello. Carol said she used the hot tub occasionally to relax in, and before his lesions re-opened, Ben liked to sit and soak as well. She said when the boys lived there, they and their girlfriends used it occasionally as well, but Ben had always insisted on a level of decorum when they used it co-ed that the boys and their ladies found restrictive.

The en suite bath had a shower big enough I thought the whole Calgary Stampeders football team could use it at once. It had multiple pulsating shower heads and even molded seats. I'd never seen a private shower so big. An ornate toilet, a bidet, and a long mirrored vanity with three sinks completed the appointments in the master bath. The lighting in the bath was excellent.

I asked why the bedroom and bath had been designed this way. She said it was the architect's idea, and he had sold Ben on the design, saying that some of the potential buyers at the time were 'swingers'. Since then, it turned out the blatant hedonism of the master bedroom and bath actually turned off prospective buyers, and Ben despaired of ever unloading what he called a 'pink elephant'. Although the fittings were ornate and brash to my taste, the basic concept itself made sense for our unique family. I was already planning how to accommodate all of us, and filed this idea away for future reference. With our windfall from Ben, I thought we could afford it now.

Carol said the hot tub was the only part of the master bedroom they ever used. To her knowledge, the bed had never been slept in, although she kept it made up, as she did all the beds because the house was permanently listed for viewing. Diane and Riekie looked at each other, gave Carol and me a sultry look and grinned. I knew those two were planning on remedying that situation, especially when they announced this would be just fine for the duration of our stay. Carol had been going to put Bob in one of the unused bedrooms, but with us now in the master bedroom, she said he could sleep in her room.

Carol showed us the rest of the house. There was a large formal dining room with a table that would seat twelve easily. The fine china and glassware were displayed in large glass-fronted cabinets. It was an imposing room, but there was no 'hominess' to it. Carol said they rarely used it except on the few occasions when they entertained large gatherings.

The living room was enormous, with two complete sofa sets and lots of easy chairs. One set grouped about the fireplace, while the other grouped about the tree, a very homey arrangement. The whole room seemed to focus on that large stone fireplace. Despite its size, this was the one room in the house that had a homey, lived-in feel to it. The furniture was sturdy, but had a well used appearance that appealed to me. There were warm memories in this room.

Carol had obviously been busy trying to make the place ready for Christmas. The living room was decked out similar to the way our own home was, with real holly and mistletoe, and a large tree with what appeared to be a large number of gifts under it. There was a log laid in the fireplace ready to be lit, and several logs piled in a rack on the wide hearth.

The kitchen, which Carol said was the only part of the house she actually liked, was large, airy, and modern, with two large refrigerators, a large upright freezer, and a walk-in pantry. There was a large microwave, an industrial grade gas range with two ovens and a commercial grade dishwasher. The fridges, freezer, and pantry were well stocked with basic groceries and also special Christmas fare. Despite the industrialization of the kitchen, it had a warm, friendly feel to it. Carol said they spent a lot of their time in there, especially when the boys were still at home. The heavy wooden kitchen set with seating for ten had that well-used look only a family can impart.

While we were in the kitchen, Carol had me get a medium size turkey out of the freezer. She hoped it would thaw in time to put in the oven for Christmas dinner. I placed it in the large sink, removed the plastic wrapper, and immersed it in cold water to speed the thawing. She didn't have any pets to worry about molesting the bird, so I felt it was safe to leave it out over night. I covered the exposed part with a clean damp dish towel to prevent the skin from drying. Carol was an excellent cook, but she didn't know this little trick.

There were other rooms, but aside from one that had been Ben's office when he was healthier, and a small functional bath room, they seemed almost sterile. Whatever living had been done in this house had centred about the living room, kitchen, and a couple of the bedrooms. Carol's description of the big house as a 'mausoleum' was apt. Except for the few rooms they had used regularly it had the look and feel of just being a show place, and certainly was not designed with a family with children in mind. Still, I was a little envious of the space available given the size our family was becoming. I did see some design elements that made sense, such as the kitchen, and filed them away for future reference as well.

The tour over, Bob and I brought all the bags in from the van. Riekie had the most, as she was moving everything they owned with her. She said in the settlement with Rick, the house and all its contents had been sold, the proceeds divided equally. She'd even sold her car. Riekie said wherever she settled she wanted a fresh, clean start. She kept nothing that would remind her of what had been a cold, sterile marriage. The only things she'd kept were her jewelry, some memorabilia, her professional awards and all the kids' and her clothes.

Riekie had us leave three of the largest cases in the living room. Bob and I didn't mind that at all — they weighed a ton, and neither of us relished carrying them upstairs. The rest we were directed to take to the master bedroom. Diane directed that our luggage also be deposited there.

Once the luggage was in, Riekie started unpacking the cases in the living room. She had packed all the kids' Christmas presents, not knowing for sure where she would spend Christmas, although as she explained later, she had more than expected to be here regardless, patching up with Carol before coming to me. I couldn't believe how much she had managed, with careful packing, to stow inside those three large suit cases.

As we helped her spread them around the tree, I saw most of the tags said 'From Mommy and Daddy' and some of the gifts were marked just from 'Daddy', or just from 'Mommy'. This girl left nothing to chance that those kids wouldn't love me. I noticed some for the kids without a 'From' on the tag, but as they were set out, Riekie wrote something on them. Others of the gifts were for the rest, marked from 'Riekie, K.P. & D.J.'. A couple of the gifts she carefully secreted behind the tree so we wouldn't see the tags. Some of these she also wrote something on.

We also put out the gifts we had brought with us. When all the gifts were set out, the tree looked more like I was used to. It occurred to me to wonder what our tree next year would look like, with gifts for three wives, a minimum of seven kids, grandparents, and Paul's family. We might have to rent a hall just to hold the gifts!

When we finished setting out Riekie's gifts, the girls went to the bedroom to put our clothes away. Before joining the other two wives, Carol turned on the tree lights and asked Bob and me to light the Yule log. Soon we had a cheery blaze going and the homey smell of a wood fire permeated the room. By the time the girls finished unpacking, at least the living room looked and felt like a family lived there and was ready for Christmas.

As I stood in the wide entrance to the living room, admiring the Christmassy scene from a distance where I could take it all in, My Girls returned. Diane carried a shopping bag with the gifts we'd packed in our luggage. They still wore their wedding gowns and looked absolutely ravishing. The light material hugged their sweet bosoms, highlighting the delectable shapes, the bodices cut low enough to reveal tantalizing cleavage. The gowns swept down, hugging their curves, hiding, and revealing at the same time. Carol's gown hugged her swelling tummy, and to my mind, made her even sexier.

This delegation of three lovelies, holding hands, approached me, and one by one, each of them gave me one of those soul-searing, toe-curling tongue-suck kisses. Just one such kiss was a guaranteed boner for me, so to get three caused an almost painful erection by the time I was released. Diane was first, her kiss starting warm and sweet, then escalating into a hot passion. Carol was next, and seemed to pick up the passion where Diane had left off. The feel of her pregnant tummy against me turned me on even more. Riekie was last and seemed to put a little extra into it, her hot mound grinding into my already massive hard-on. When we separated reluctantly, my head was spinning, and I noticed her eyes were glazed. As I regained my senses, three heads looked up and giggled. I followed their gaze. Directly overhead in the entrance way, hung a large sprig of mistletoe. In chorus, there shouted, "Merry Christmas, David!"

Riekie took my hand and led me to the big couch before the fire. As I sat down, she curled into my lap like Carol had done earlier in the day; Carol snuggled into my right, and Diane, after distributing the gifts from us around the tree, cuddled from the left. I spent the next several minutes necking with three beautiful women and felt like a goddamn kid again. I exchanged hot kisses with the nymphs to my right and left, but Riekie just cuddled into my chest while I held her close. She turned her lips up for sweet loving kisses but seemed more content to just cuddle which was fine with me. It had been way too long since I'd held her like this, just feeling her warmth against me. She murmured, "Mmmmm... So good to feel you hold me again... I've missed you so much... I love you so much, David! Mmmmm."

Eventually the necking reduced to occasional small kisses as we just cuddled. Diane said we should call home and bring the folks up to date. Bob, from his chair near the fire reminded her that although it was only just coming eleven here, it would be going for one in the morning there.

I thought about that then laughed. "Oh, they're probably still up putting toys together, you know the ones — 'some assembly required' -- that always manage to have a missing screw. I'll bet Paul and Dad are quietly fuming, wishing they could either get to bed or take a break. Happens to me every year. I'm lucky if I get to bed before two, especially with the cracks from the peanut gallery." I gave Diane a significant look and she stuck her tongue out at me. "Let's try them anyway."

There was a phone on the end table. Carol reached for it and handed it to me. She laughed. "Well, if we do wake them up, it's gonna be you doing the calling!"

I dialed our number. It rang several times, and I began to think they had all gone to bed after all, but finally Mom answered.

"Hi, Mom, did I wake you?"

Mom laughed. "David? No, we almost didn't hear it. I turned the ringer down thinking you might call, because I didn't want to disturb the kids. We had a hard enough time getting them settled down tonight. You know how they are at Christmas. Then your father and Paul started putting those stupid toys together, and they were so funny, Pie, Jo, and me almost didn't hear the phone we were laughing so hard."

"You ladies wouldn't have been giving them the traditional rough time, now, would you?"

Mom was all innocence. "Who, us? Why David, why would you think such a thing?" She giggled, and I heard more female laughter.

I laughed, too, but I knew they'd been razzing Dad and Paul pretty well. "I know you, Mom. You taught somebody else pretty well, too." I got another tongue stuck out from the youngest of my wives.

Mom got serious, then, and asked. "Where are you? What happened? Rhiannon said she Saw some things, then about a quarter after ten she said Uncle Ben had gone away with some lady."

"We're at Ben and Carol Anne's house now. Ben passed away at eight fifteen our time, ten fifteen yours. As he went, he said he saw his first wife. He went peacefully and happy. Beth was with us, and I know you know more of what's been happening than you let on. Let's just say 'mission accomplished' and tell Val the gowns fit perfectly and looked wonderful as usual. We're sad at losing such a good friend, but he's not in pain anymore, and he gave us so much."

"OK, David, I admit I was part of the Plan. Beth brought me in some time ago. So it went well, did it? Are all the girls there? Rhiannon said there were too many people together for her to See clearly who was who."

"I'll let you speak to them yourself." I handed the phone to Carol. She and the other wives all said hello to Mom. Mom was ecstatic to hear Riekie's voice. She asked Riekie about the twins. Riekie said she had them with her and we were going to have a tree for them in the morning. Even though she'd always worried more about Carol, I think Mom had a special softness for Riekie since the first day she met her. Riekie made an extremely favourable impression on my folks that day. The girls kept their conversation short. Diane was most concerned about the kids. This was the longest she'd ever been away from them, and was obviously a little worried about them.

Mom wanted to know all the details, but I heard her stifle a yawn, so I knew she was tired. I told her we'd call tomorrow and tell them everything. She wanted to know when we were coming home. I told her we weren't sure, as we were staying for the funeral. Because it was Christmas, we didn't know when the service would be. The boys would let us know tomorrow when they came for dinner.

"You're having Christmas dinner? That's wonderful! Is Carol Anne preparing it?"

"Yeah, with some help. I just hope the turkey is thawed in time to put in the oven. It's not a huge bird, so it should be. I put it in some water to speed things up, and failing that, it might fit in her microwave."

"Sounds like everything's under control. Well, it looks like Don and Paul are done. They just came out and closed the door. I hope those little monkeys don't get up too early! You've got two little ones there too. You should get to bed yourself. I'll bet they'll be up early."

"OK, Mom, we'll call again sometime tomorrow. Merry Christmas to all of you. Good bye." Four other voices called out 'Merry Christmas' to Mom as well. She returned the 'Merry Christmas', said her goodbyes and we hung up.

Mom's suggestion to get to get to bed was good advice. It was just after eleven in Calgary, but Diane's and my internal clock, set to Eastern time said it was after one, and Riekie's, set to Central time said it was after twelve for her. Bob was the other way 'round. For him it was only tennish, but he was beat from his drive, having never had the nap Riekie ordered.

I helped Carol close up the house for the night, put another log on the fireplace to ensure it burned all night, and made sure the screen was properly in place. Bob went on to bed and Diane and Riekie went up to check the kids. When Carol and I came upstairs, the two of them were standing in the doorway of the kids' room watching them sleep. Carol and I came up behind them and slipped our arms around one each -- I got Riekie and Carol got Diane. We looked in on the twins, and Riekie was right, they were in the same bed, cuddled tightly together.

We turned together and the four of us entered our room. For the first time in twenty years I was together with both my original wives. Life was good and getting better.



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Chapter 72


As we entered our room I noticed some subtle changes that softened the otherwise rather garish décor of the room. The lights had been turned way down, and scented candles had been set out. My Girls had always had a thing for the mood setting effect of these candles ever since Carol's and my first night together. It seemed it had become something of a family tradition for 'special nights', but I also suspect its origins had something to do with the Old Ways, as Mom had done it for us for our first night at the farm, and the aunts had done it for Carol's and my first night with them. Whatever the origin of the practice, I always liked the romantic effect created and tonight was no different.

Carol and Diane continued their 'pair bonding' and romance they started by mail and phone and now in person. I had observed them off and on all day, holding each other and cuddling at every opportunity and saw their love blossoming before my eyes. It was one of the most gratifying things I'd ever witnessed. Soon they were gently disrobing each other in essentially a very erotic dance. Riekie and I weren't long following suit, and before long there were four very nude and amorous bodies caressing and rubbing each other suggestively before heading for the bathroom to perform our nightly personal hygiene routines. I followed the ladies into the bathroom, deliberately letting them go ahead, so I could watch the hypnotic tic-toc motion of those three wonderful bare derrières as they jiggled and bounced across the room.

That huge master bath, despite its overly ornate fittings proved its design value immediately. Each of the women claimed one of the three sinks for their own use, and while they did their nightly preparations for bed, I took a quick shower. I'd been in the same clothes since before we left home many hours ago, and was sure I smelled at least a little. The girls had all had a shower at the hospital, so were still fairly fresh.

Because I took a shower, the girls were finished before me, and went ahead into the bedroom. As I stepped through the doorway, flicking off the light, I saw my wives settling into the bed. Carol and Diane were already cuddling on the bed, starting to make out, with Riekie just moving toward it. Something about this tableau caught my attention. As I stopped, a ton of bricks suddenly fell on me and I felt the blood drain from my face. I knew I'd seen this before. Talk about your 'déja vu all over again'!

"Carol Anne!"

My sudden shout startled the ladies, freezing them in place "David? What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Carol Anne, don't move. Just look around and see if you see anything that reminds you of something."

Carol started to look around, a puzzled expression on her lovely face. "No... David, I don't see..." Then sudden realization. "Holy shit, Batman!"

Two very puzzled and very naked females looked at us as if we'd just gone stark raving mad. Riekie was the first of the two to get her mouth and brain working together. "Would someone please tell us just what is going on?"

Carol and I grinned at each other. Carol told the story. "David Saw this in September."

"Saw what?"

"He Saw this scene -- Muffin and me, three months pregnant, on the bed, you moving toward it, and him looking on as if entering through a doorway. He described it right down to the king size bed. We thought it was a scene of what might be, but it turns out to have been a scene of what was to be."

I corrected her. "Hon, remember the caution I gave you? I said these visions, or whatever, are usually of something that might happen, but only if certain conditions are met. This time, it looks like whatever the conditions were we have actually met them. This is a GOOD thing -- it looks like we're finally on the right track toward full reconciliation! It should be complete once we're home. I feel wonderful! Now if you'll excuse me, my butt is getting cold!"

All three visibly relaxed at my pronouncement. Diane and Carol giggled and fell back onto the bed, resuming their cuddling and making out in a highly erotic display. Riekie heaved a sigh of relief and crawled into bed, giving me a tantalizing view of her sweet pink pussy. As I approached the bed, she moved over to one side, patting in invitation the space opened between her and Carol who had her back to us, oblivious as she made out with Diane, exchanging a very torrid kiss.

I slid in between them, feeling their warm bare flesh on either side. It had been too long since I had felt the warmth of these two wonderful nymphs on either side. Diane seemed to know I/we needed this, and was content just to explore Carol's and her new love from the outside. I slid my right arm under and around Riekie's warm, bare shoulders as she snuggled over. I held her like that for awhile, just relaxing with her warmth next to me.

Riekie seemed a little tense, but appeared to relax as I raised myself up, leaned over, and kissed her tenderly. She responded hungrily, her lips trying to devour mine. I broke from the kiss and just gazed into those marvelous blue eyes, illuminated by a staggering intelligence, lost in the love I saw there, but I saw something else. Pain? Sadness?

I had marveled all day at how much she, like Carol, retained of her younger self. That wonderful blonde hair, vibrant without even a hint of grey, still framed the sweetest face in the world. Yes, her face had matured a little in that way that reflects twenty years of life experience, but the basic innocence and ingenuousness of her youth that I loved so much still shone through. She was a mature woman, like Carol and Diane, but at heart she was still that innocent teenager I fell in love with. In some ways, she and the others, if not frozen in time, had held it at bay.

I kissed Riekie sweetly on the lips, tasting them with my tongue. She opened her mouth and we explored each others mouths tenderly as the kiss deepened. When we released to get some air, I looked into those eyes again and whispered, "Finally, after almost twenty years, I get to say in person, what I've said to the air every Christmas Eve since 1965 -- Happy Anniversary, Princess."

She cooed back, "Me too -- Happy Anniversary, Darling,"

Carol heard us and another set of lips joined us in a tender kiss as. "Same here -- Happy Anniversary, My Loves."

Diane playfully piled on top of us and smothered us all with sloppy kisses. "What about Happy Wedding Night, guys?"

Diane had given me an idea. I looked at the other two. "In honour of us joining with Muffin and she with us, from tonight on, our Christmas Eve anniversary will be called Wedding Night so there's no confusion of what anniversary we're celebrating. All in favour?"

Three happy females all kissed me wetly and in unison said. "Happy Wedding Night, David."

I returned the kisses. "Happy Wedding Night, My Princesses."

Carol and Diane, giggling, clambered back to their side of the bed and resumed their explorations of each other. I kissed Riekie again, our passion deepening as she got her tongue-suck action going. I felt my toes curling and my penis rising. As we kissed, my left hand found her right breast. I cupped and squeezed, then fondled her breast some more. Her skin on fire, Riekie's right breast quickened and hardened almost instantly and I felt the hard point of her nipple against my palm. I tweaked the small nubbin of her nipple with my fingers. She gasped. I moved my hand to her left breast and did the same. She gasped again. Both breasts now fully erect, I had to see and kiss and suck these delectable morsels! I broke from our passionate French kiss and traced little nibbling kisses down over her throat toward her luscious boobies.

From behind me I heard soft murmurs and moans as Carol and Diane explored their new love.

I kissed lightly, slowly tracing down over her chin onto her throat, tickling with my whiskers. I moved my mouth lower, teasing her flesh with my beard, kissing my way to those wonderful breasts.

I heard gasping from close by as Carol and Diane became more vocal in their explorations.

I lowered my head to her right breast, and gazed intently at that delectable mound of feminine flesh. Her luscious breasts were fuller now, the product of bearing children, slightly larger than a grapefruit, firm, sitting proudly on her ribs with little noticeable sag. The areolas were still that lovely shade of pink, with darker pink, small nipples erect in the centre. Riekie's breasts, like Diane's, were more rounded than Carol's more conical shape. I bent my head, and kissed the nipple of her left breast. My left hand worked her right, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple.

I looked to Riekie's face. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. She was breathing hard. Her hands loosely twined in my hair, holding me to her breast. I tongued the areola, and gave a playful nip at her nipple. She jumped and gasped. Her hands pressed me tighter to her breast. I sucked and chewed. Shockwaves began to ripple through her body. I tweaked her right nipple again. She shuddered. I shifted my position, freeing my right arm from beneath her, rising up a bit, freeing both hands to fondle her breasts. Soon she was gasping and moaning in pleasure.

I heard similar moans and gasps from beside us as Carol and Diane played their own little games of love.

As I tweaked her nipples and massaged both breasts, her whole body started to convulse. Her moaning got louder and more continuous; her hips churned. As I teased those magnificent breasts with my hands, my lips caressed her throat, ears, eyes, and the tip of her nose, my whiskers tickling and teasing her burning flesh. Her moans deepened, her head moved from side to side, and her hips thrust more violently. She started gasping as her hips bucked feverishly. Knowing she was getting near. I squeezed both breasts suddenly, firmly. She arched her back, thrusting them into my hands. I took a nipple between the fingers of each hand, pinched and pulled. Her hips lurched suddenly upward then slammed down. She gasped and yelled. She came, hard and loud.

"OH! OH! David! How do you do that? OH!"

From beside us I heard, "OH! OH! Carol Anne!" I looked over where the sound came from. Carol was poised over Diane much as I was over Riekie. She looked at me winked and grinned. I mouthed a kiss to her.

Riekie's body was wracked by several spasms then she gradually started to wind down, the occasional shudder rocking her. She was coming down from her orgasm, but I didn't want her down all the way. I kissed her again, passionately, then returned my lips to her nipples, teasing them alternately and dragged my whiskers over her sensitive skin, tickling and teasing. Her hands held my head to her breasts as I trailed my left hand down over her tummy, dragging my fingers over her mons, feeling that intense heat I remembered so fondly. I moved my hand lower, tracing the bare flesh of her left thigh, and on down as far as I could reach without stretching. I trailed my hand up the inner part of her thigh. Her legs remained closed. She shuddered and groaned softly.

I heard similar sounds from the other two, and glancing quickly to my right, saw Carol exploring Diane similar to my exploration of Riekie.

When my hand reached where her thighs touched together, I trailed it back down the inside of her right leg. I crossed back to her left leg about the knee. All the while, I used my lips and whiskers to tease her nipples. I stroked with a little more pressure, up her thigh, fingers curling into the more sensitive inner flesh. She opened her thighs a little, allowing me to stroke higher, almost to her crotch. I could feel the heat of her womanhood against the back of my hand. Riekie has always had literally the hottest pussy I've ever experienced. Her physical heat never ceased to amaze me. Her hips pumped gently, and she groaned as my hand stopped short of actually touching her crotch.

I moved my hand down the inside of her right thigh, teasing lightly, crossing back over to her left as I approached her knee. I stoked back upward, this time more fully on the inside. As my hand caressed and teased higher, Riekie closed her thighs tightly and tensed. Thinking she was teasing I placed my hand on her prominent mons feeling the softness of her luxuriant cushion of blonde curls.

I moved my lips back to hers, teasing them with my tongue. Her mouth sucked greedily at mine. She moaned and sighed, sucking on my tongue, her breathing ragged.

I slid my hand from her mons up over her smooth skin to the bare tummy above. I caressed the hot bare flesh there in patterns, finding her cute little belly button. I slid the tip of a finger into the opening, tickling lightly. She gasped, and pulled my face tighter to hers.

My hand traveled southward again, teasingly slow, touched the top of her curls then retreated as she tensed yet again, teasing even more, her hips twisting hard under my hand, seemingly avoiding contact. Our kiss was leaving me breathless. I broke it, and nibbled on an ear, sending shivers through her entire frame. She groaned at the lost contact.

I glanced toward Carol and Diane. Carol was duplicating on Diane what I did with Riekie, and was getting very satisfactory responses. Diane's legs were splayed wide, her hips heaving as Carol's hand explored her.

I nibbled little kisses at Riekie's moist lips as my hand resumed its exploration. Further southward, my fingers tangled lightly in her soft warm hair. She was getting frantic, hips twisting wildly. My fingers pushed farther until they reached the edge of her mons, and probed into her slit.

As my finger brushed her clit, Riekie twisted her hips away completely, almost as if in pain, her thighs clamped tightly together. She broke from our passionate kiss, with an agonized moan and rolled away from me. Suddenly her beautiful body was wracked by gut wrenching sobs. Stunned, I was at a loss. My penis, previously very erect, almost instantly shriveled to nothing. What had I done?

The noises from beside us faded as Carol and Diane became aware of what had transpired in the middle of what appeared to be a wonderful bit of lovemaking.

Shaken, not knowing what had brought this on all I could do was to try to comfort her. I slid my right arm under her neck and around her shaking shoulders and gently wrapped my left arm around her, holding her in a warm protective embrace. She brought her arms up and wrapped her hands tightly on my forearm, hanging on for dear life as she sobbed and sobbed. I leaned over kissed her earlobe and whispered. "Riekie, My Darling? What's wrong? What'd I do? How did I hurt you to make you cry so? Please tell me what I did so I can fix it?"

At first, my words seemed to make her sob even more, but gradually they reduced. I asked again, "Oh my sweet Princess, what did I do? Please, Little One, tell me what I did."

At my words she wailed and started sobbing again, her body convulsing in its emotional pain. I tried pulling her closer to me to comfort her. She pulled away. Ordinarily, I'm a sucker for a woman in tears, but she seemed to be getting hysterical. The more I tried to soothe her, the worse it got and I started to get pissed off. I glanced over my shoulder at Carol. She saw the look on my face, cuddled Diane protectively and nodded.

I took a deep breath. From beside me, Carol muttered, "Uh... oh..."

Then I spoke very sharply. "Riekie Scott!!"

Riekie's sobs ceased immediately. She flipped around, eyes blazing, slapped me hard, and snarled, "Don't you EVER call me that filthy name!"

Almost instantly, she realized what she'd done, her jaw dropped open and she gasped in horror. Suddenly her arms went around my neck and she was kissing me all over the face. She was crying fiercely, but not the hysteria of a few seconds ago. She kept whispering over and over, "Oh, David, I'm so sorry!" As she hugged me tightly to her.

Finally, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out a bit so I could look into her eyes. What I saw there scared the living shit out of me. Pain! Shame! And soul devouring anguish! I knew that awful look, for I'd seen it in the eyes of my beloved Carol Anne twenty years before. The serpent was back, and he was in MY bed on MY wedding night! I felt an all consuming rage, and knew that if I ever found out where the bastard was hiding, I would certainly hunt him down and kill him slowly, ver-ry slowly.

I lost it. I roared, scaring the women half to death. "That son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill that filthy rotten fucking son-of-a-bitch! And no one better try to stop me this time!"

I felt a warm hand gently touch my shoulder from behind. I shrugged it off and pulled Riekie close to me, trying to will her pain away and take it into myself. To heal one, thinking the other had gotten away, only to find she'd just buried it deeper was more than I could bear. Suddenly tears welled from my eyes and I bawled like a baby.

Riekie just cuddled into me, wanting to be held, crying her heart out. My own tears quickly subsided as my brain kicked back into gear. I wasn't going to help anything by becoming an emotional wreck myself. Superman shrugged his shoulders and tightened his cape. This time, I would do it right.

Holding her close, I spoke directly into Riekie's ear. "Talk to me Sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong with you."

She hesitated, her body shaken by sobs. "Do I have to use that filthy name again?"

She stiffened, then relaxed. "N-no! D-don't EVER do that!"

"Then tell me what's wrong with you."

"I-I can't..."

"Riekie..."

"Don't!" She pushed back a bit, and looked me in the eye, the pain and shame killing her. "You want to know what's wrong with me?" Her voice was bitter and dripped shame. "I'll tell you! Carol Anne thought she was a slut! I KNOW I'm one! I'm dirty, David! I'm unclean!! I broke my promise to you! I've cheated you and tricked you! I'm nothing but a conniving whore!"

I heard shocked gasps from behind me.

"What promise did you break, Little One?" One step at a time, David! I had an idea where this was going. The cheating and tricking we'd get to later. I had a notion about that, too.

She sighed, but her tears were gone for the moment, and she let it rush out. "I promised you that I would know no man but you. I bragged about it even today, but I knew you'd find out I broke that promise! I hid for almost twenty years, burying my shame in my work. I even fooled myself that I was keeping my promise on my wedding night with Rick. I felt so dirty I couldn't let anyone touch me! I haven't touched myself in almost twenty years, almost as if that nun was right. I've come more times today, in the last twelve or fourteen hours than in all the previous twenty years!

"I love you so much David, it's the only thing that has really kept me going until the twins were born. Through them I had a little bit of you with me every day. But even that wasn't enough and I finally couldn't stand hiding from you any more. After all these years I thought I could at last be able to face you and let you love me. When you kissed me at the airport this morning and I came like I used to, I was sure I could do it, but as soon as you touched me there tonight, the fear and shame came back."

She looked around me to Carol, tears welling in her eyes. "The difference between us Carol Anne? You thought you were used when you weren't. I was used and said I wasn't. That... that animal we called a father actually got his filthy thing inside me!"

From the way she left so suddenly and some things the aunts had told me in the fall, I had suspected for some time that what Scott did to Riekie was as bad if not worse than what he did to Carol. Her words simply confirmed my fears. My rage at that animal grew. Carol and Diane held each other close, weeping for her. Riekie started to break down again. I pulled her into me. I kept my voice level, trying to be as soothing as possible. She had to get this out where she could look at it with her brilliant mind. Something I should have done with Carol and yes, her, all those years ago.

"Did you willingly let him do this to you?"

"NO!"

"Then how did it happen? Tell us exactly what happened."

"You want every detail? Are you as sick as me?"

"No. There's method in my madness, so please just tell us what happened."

Diane leaned over me. "Listen to him Riekie. I've been there and back. I know what you're feeling. David knows what he's doing. Trust him — you have for twenty years. Don't stop now."

"I do trust David, but how do you know what I went through?"

I had wondered if Diane's experience wasn't somehow important to My Girls. Now I was sure, and thought maybe it really was a primer for how to handle Riekie's problem. I answered for Diane. "Riekie, Muffin better than any, knows better than you could ever imagine, and has suffered more than you ever did. She was sexually abused by her step-father for years and we have come to terms with it. We'll tell you her whole story another time. Now, enough! Tell us what he did to you."

"Jeezus! Poor Muffin, I didn't know! But what more do you need to know? He stuck his thing in me, isn't that enough?"

"No. Details, Little One... Details."

Riekie took a deep breath and once she got started, it ALL rushed out. She hardly stopped to breath.

"He was home on holidays and dragged us home from the cottage, which really pissed me off. Then he started into Carol Anne about what you were doing at camp. I knew it was all lies, but he got to her, and we ended up fighting all the time about it. This day, everyone else was out of the house except him. Carol Anne and I had another big fight over what he was telling her about you, and she stormed out of the house. I can't remember where the rest were -- they just weren't home. I was up in our room, and came down to get a drink. He was drunk and made some remark to me about Carol's boyfriend cheating on her. I blew my stack and started screaming at him that he didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I'd just had that big fight with Carol Anne, he'd insulted you, and I was on my period, and you know how bitchy I can get then.

Two nubile bodies leaned on top of me, listening raptly.

"I ran out of words and started to cry. Well Mr. Nice Guy puts his arms around me and starts hugging me like I was a little girl again. Then he tried to kiss me, not like a father, but like a lover, and a bad one at that. I was disgusted and angry and pushed him away. He got really angry and said he knew just the thing to teach uppity 'Little Miss Goody Two Shoes' how to behave. Before I could get away, he pushed me down on the carpet and started feeling me up! I fought and screamed, but there was no one there to hear me, and it just made him laugh!

"He held me down, got my skirt up, and ripped off my panties. He saw the pad, and at first I thought that would stop him. Then he laughed and said, 'Well, there's going to be blood anyway'. He thought for sure I was still a virgin. Somehow he managed to hold me down and get his own pants down because I fought all the time. Then he got on top of me and I couldn't move except kick — I could hardly breathe. I was scared to death, but I was mad, too.

I felt two sets of hand squeezing my biceps almost painfully as Riekie told her tale.

"Sweet Pussy was so scared she tightened up so much I could feel it. He was drunk enough he couldn't get his thing all the way hard, but he tried to push it in anyway. He kept pushing and pushing and Sweet Pussy couldn't fight him off anymore, the menstrual blood just made her too slippery. His thing only went in a little bit, but in just the same. It just about killed me, it hurt so badly, and then he started pumping like a jack rabbit. I got really scared then that he would squirt his horrid stuff in me, because I knew it was possible to get pregnant when I was on my period.

"The thought of having his bastard scared and pissed me off so much, it must have given me extra strength. He was starting to move like he was coming. I was furious! I've NEVER been so angry! I just heaved and literally threw him off. He flopped over on the floor, jerking, and maybe a little stunned. I jumped to my feet before he could grab me again, and just as he started to squirt, I kicked him right in the balls. You shoulda heard him scream then! It felt so good I kicked him again. Some of his stuff got on my shoe. I burned those shoes later. I was so mad I ran into the kitchen and got the butcher knife. I was going to cut that horrible thing right off him, but he managed to crawl into the bathroom and had the door blocked with his feet, while he puked in the toilet.

The two females leaning on me as if I was the rink-side boards at a hockey game clapped and cheered at her actions. Carol exclaimed, "I wish you hadda! It woulda saved me a lot of grief!"

"I tried to get into the bathroom to cut him but he had the door blocked. I screamed if he ever came near me again, I'd kill him, and then ran to our room. Poor Sweet Pussy was really hurting. I took a bath and washed her off and out as best I could, trying to clean away the feel of that, that thing. It was days before she stopped hurting.

"When everyone else got home, he was totally drunk, but he could hardly walk either. When Carol Anne came home, I didn't tell her the whole story. I told her he tried to rape me but I got away. Carol Anne couldn't believe her Daddy would do something like that because he was so sweet to her. Because she wouldn't believe me, I thought no one else would, either, so I kept my mouth shut. We had another big fight, and I moved out onto the couch. Nobody knew it, but I slept with that big knife in my hand every night until I left, and I made sure he knew I had it.

"I was so mad I almost cut his throat one night when he fell asleep drunk in his chair. I thought about going to the farm, but what would I have told Mom and Dad? Dad would probably have got out one of his big guns and shot the son-of-a-bitch and got himself in trouble.

"I was still a little scared, but mostly I felt this, this rage. I was afraid if I stayed, even as close as the farm, I might really do something stupid. I was still mad at Carol Anne, too, for not believing me, and I was afraid I might hurt her too. I was so angry I knew I wasn't thinking straight, but I couldn't help myself. So I called the aunts to come and get me as quick as they could. When they asked what had happened, I just told them I'd had a huge fight with my dad and couldn't stand to be near him. I always thought they came pretty quick, but after what you told me about Tante Jo, I think they figured out something close to the truth.

"They came and got me, but before I left, I got him where no one could hear us, and told him I was going to tell you, David. I told him you'd probably kill him, which you probably would have. He begged me not too, because even though he didn't know about us, he knew how protective of me you were. He was always afraid of you because you always stood up to him. I told him I wouldn't tell you if he paid ALL my university expenses. That's why I called it blood money today.

"I wasn't going to tell you, at least not for a while, because I knew you'd do something crazy to him, and I knew I'd be right there helping you do it. So you were right when you said I ran away, but I ran away to protect us from us. We both had too much to lose by doing something stupid.

After I got to Tante Pie and Tante Jo's house and started to cool off, I started to think I'd done something to set him off, that it was my fault. I realized something inside me must have wanted him to do it, or I'd never let him get that far, and that's when I realized I was just a worthless slut, and if you were ever to put Sweet Prince in me again, you'd know right away and hate me for breaking my promise. That's why I never told you at all, even though I originally was going to once things cooled off. I couldn't tell you when I realized I had somehow encouraged him.

"So I hid from you, and except for that short time in Toronto, I've stayed hidden until now. If you couldn't find me, you couldn't call me to you and I wouldn't have to test that promise. But you have been calling me. Everyday I felt your heart calling mine. Your Birthday, Christmas and New year's have always been the worst. This year, the call in August got too strong and I started to answer it. That's why I'm here now.

"I've loved you from the first I met you, and I wanted your baby so bad, I didn't care about school, career or anything else. Remember once you kidded me I was going to get pregnant from one of our sessions and I said I could hardly wait? I wasn't kidding. Then I became my father's slut and I knew you'd never want to make a baby with me, devastating me even more. When I got that placement at the fertility clinic, I had the most brilliant idea. I thought if I could somehow get you to donate some Precious Stuff, I could use it to get pregnant, you wouldn't have to know I was a slut, and I could keep the promise I'd have your baby.

"I tricked you into selling me your seed, and cheated you out of knowing your own children, just proving that I'm a lying, cheating, tricky whore. The look on your face when I told you I'd bought his Precious Stuff just drove the point home. Thank God you loved your kids, though. If you'd refused to recognize them, I'd have killed myself for sure. I'm just a useless piece of shit, anyway. The only thing I've got going for me is those two wonderful little girls."

Riekie ran down and lay there too drained from her story to even weep. I was stunned that a girl with all those brains and her education could convince herself she was at fault in the crime committed against her. I realized right then why we have Rape Crisis Centres and victim help lines. Despite her education and powerful intellect, she'd turned herself from the victim into the perpetrator. My heart broke for her. This girl had been heroic in fighting off her attacker and handled herself well afterward. I wasn't sure where to start, and figured I'd probably need the help of the other two. Diane's experience could be invaluable, but I wanted to try something first — get that impressive intellect working.

Carol and Diane scrambled over me and cuddled Riekie, pushing me out of the way. We all sat up, I got out of bed and started pacing the floor. It must have looked thoroughly incongruous — me pacing the floor in the nude in front three equally nude women, doing rape counseling!

"Riekie, did you fight off that man?"

"Yes!"

"At the time, did you ever just let him do what he wanted?"

"Are you nuts? I fought and screamed the whole time, but he was too big and too strong."

"Did you hear what you just said? Too big and too strong?"

"So? He was!"

"Well, if he decided he was going to hurt you, there wasn't much you could do, right? Riekie, you're the victim, not the criminal. Somehow you managed to get it all twisted around. Now listen to me and listen closely. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong! You didn't break your promise. YOU KEPT IT! By fighting and throwing him off, you kept your promise. You're no slut, you're a GODDAMN HERO and I love you even more for it!"

Diane put her arms around Riekie's neck and kissed her sweetly on the lips, then nuzzled into her neck. "My Hero! I wish I coulda done that to my stepfather."

"Your promise was that you would not know another man. You kept that promise."

Riekie was weeping again, but more willing to listen. "W-what do you mean I kept my promise? He got his thing inside me! He knew me!"

"The terms of your promise were very specific — 'I will know no other man.' You say he knew you, but that in itself doesn't fulfill the terms. And you certainly didn't know him! He forced you. He raped you! To 'know' a man is to do so willingly in open invitation. When a burglar breaks down the door and robs and wrecks your house, do you say he's an invited guest?"

I knelt on the bed, straddling her legs and looked straight into her eyes.

"You said he only got it in a little ways. Let's take the burglar analogy a little further. The burglar broke down the door, but you managed to fight him hard enough, that he only got just past the doorway. You realized that even that far, he could still do a lot of damage. Recognizing the danger, the fury this caused in you allowed you to find the strength necessary to actually throw him out. Not only did you evict him, you actually overpowered him and made him afraid of you."

The truth was starting to percolate through her mind. "I-I never thought of it that way."

"And what were you thinking, besides being angry and scared?"

"I thought how much I loved you, and had to save myself for you at any cost."

I took her in my arms and pulled her close. "And you did, My Darling, and you did."

.

"Did you feel violated? Did you feel as if he'd broken your trust?"

"YES! I was shocked! Trust? It was my father! Father's don't do things like that! I never was very close to him as you know. After that I hated him, and I never let him forget it."

"You did nothing wrong,  Riekie Lloyd. I KNOW you did nothing wrong. I KNOW you actually kept your promise! You protected yourself and your honour. I'm PROUD of you, my Princess of the Cummy Shoe. You should have kept that shoe as a trophy."

Carol and Diane hooted and giggled at the 'Cummy Shoe' remark. Carol laughed. "Yeah, and you could wave it under his nose and tell him that was the closest he would ever get to REAL pussy!" The two of them got some weird mental image, and collapsed across Riekie, giggling, their amusement brightening the dark mood.

"You're right, I was upset when you told me how the twins were conceived, but what you saw wasn't me being angry or hurt with you, but with myself for being an idiot and not realizing you were hurt as badly as Carol Anne, possibly worse. I'll make you a promise. You WILL have my babies again, and it WILL be the old fashioned fun way! Of course we may have to practice a bit... 

"S-so I'm not a slut?" Truth was starting to dawn on her.

"C'mon Riekie! You're smarter than that! Use that powerful brain of yours and connect the dots. You understood well enough when we told you about Jo. She was raped repeatedly by the same animal that hurt you, and yet realized her virginity was as much a state of mind as it was a piece of flesh. She was able to go to her wedding bed as a true virgin.

"Where are you any different? Look deep inside your heart of hearts. Your heart and your subconscious knew instantly that you had been violated and had kept your promise. You KNEW you kept that promise. You've allowed your emotions and second guessing to over rule what you really KNEW. You weren't fooling yourself when you turned Rick away — you were genuinely keeping your promise. It's after the fact you started to second guess your motives.

"Riekie Lloyd, Bsc. Msc. MD., you have one of the most brilliant minds I've ever known. Put that wonderful mind of yours to work and treat this as an entirely new problem. Using the memories made fresh by the telling, consider everything that happened just that day. Use all the problem solving techniques Mom and Dad taught us and all the logic and knowledge you've gained since. Take a long hard look and analyze what happened. Solve the problem! I think you'll arrive at an entirely new conclusion than what you did before."

Stroke Riekie's intellectual ego, treat this as an intellectual puzzle and she couldn't resist. I saw her frown slightly, then she folded her right arm across her chest, the elbow of her left resting on her right hand as her left hand toyed with her bottom lip. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she got lost in thought. I could almost hear a powerful engine start up, gears mesh, and wheels start to turn as she engaged her powerful brain on the problem. It was an awe inspiring sight to behold.



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Chapter 73


Riekie was silent for a few minutes as she thought, a small smile trying to find its way onto her lips. Carol and Diane continued to cuddle and hold her. I sat back on my haunches and watched. There's nothing more fascinating to watch than a powerful mind when it goes to work. You could almost see her sorting, sifting, and cataloguing all her memories of that terrible day. You could tell when she got through the sorting phase and switched to analysis. She closed her eyes and her head cocked to one side, something I'd seen her do when working on a homework question or one of the life puzzles Mom and Dad used to throw at us. Her lips moved as if talking to herself. When she was done, and reached her conclusion, I knew exactly what she'd do, and watched for it. It was such a patented action I didn't think she'd change it one iota from when we were in high school. My patience was rewarded. She did it!

Riekie folded her arms across her chest, paused a moment, looking into space, nodded her head once quickly, and said, "Mm-hm! Yup! Adds up! Let's get this one on paper!"

Gone was the frightened insecure school girl — here was the mature professional I knew she was. Oh, I knew most of the time I would be dealing with the teenager in her, just as with the other two. The teenager part was that which kept them young and their attitudes toward love and sex fresh, pure and innocent, but they had their mature side, too that dealt with everyday issues and major problem solving. I loved their innocence but occasionally it caused problems.

Riekie had arrived at a conclusion. Her eyes refocused on me, bright with intelligence and understanding and her face lit up in a huge smile. "William David Lloyd!" <Uh-oh?>

"Whut."

"You, Sir, are a goddamn genius! You saw the analogy I missed that fit the equation perfectly! That one was perfect! My analytical mind was never happy with the conclusions I arrived at that made me think I was bad. All of my scenarios come up short. You gave me the information and forced me to think, just like you always did. That's one of the things I love so much about you — you make me use my mind."

"What, pray tell, are you talking about?"

"Burglars!"

"Oh."

She giggled (Oh God, I was glad to hear that!). "Don't go dense on me now, David. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I should have known, too, you know? One of the things I had to do when I was in college and residency was work in a Women's Shelter. We were given some basic training in how to deal with rape, and your analogy of the burglar was one of the most powerful yet simple tools we had. I guess I had to hear it from you, though, for it to register. If I'd been raped by some stranger on the street, I might have realized and been able to deal with it, but because the rapist was my own flesh and blood, I missed it. William David Lloyd, I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Before I could respond in kind, she threw her arms around my neck and planted one of those patented tongue-suck wonders on my lips as we fell back onto the bed, pushing Diane out of the way, her whole body melting into mine. My penis, shriveled and forgotten in the emotional turmoil of the last few minutes rose to full attention, poking her in the belly. Instead of shying from it, she ground herself into it.

As we surfaced for much-needed air, I smiled and had to ask. "Did you really want to make love tonight before you froze up?"

She sighed and ground her pelvis into me, her heat causing my already hard penis to ratchet it up another notch. "Mmmmm. That's nice! I haven't felt that in a long, long time! Oh, David! I wanted to more than anything in the world! You don't know how much I've wanted to be with you, even when I knew I couldn't do it."

I kissed her on the tip of her pretty nose, delighted to see her smile sweetly and reach for my lips when I did it. We exchanged a sweet kiss then I looked deep into her eyes again. There was a little doubt there still, but it looked like the deep pain and shame had miraculously disappeared. I had been right to get Riekie's marvelous mind engaged. I'd seen it happen before. Once she arrived at a well-considered conclusion, she could and would change her whole perspective almost instantly.

She ground her pelvis suggestively into mine. "Can we try again? A certain Rascal Sweet Prince seems to think he'd like to, I think." She giggled as she rubbed her curls against my hard-on. "Or would you rather wait 'til morning, it is getting late..."

Carol sat bolt upright in bed on the far side of Riekie. "Riekie Lloyd! Don't you even think of putting it off! David will be a nice guy and say yes, but if you think you can and want to do it now, do it. You'll feel a lot better about yourself in the morning. Trust me... this I know."

Diane giggled from behind me. "Do it, Riekie. If you wait 'til morning, you're gonna have two little ones in here with us, watching and nagging that Santa Claus was here. This I know."

We hardly heard her. Riekie had rolled onto her back and we were already involved in a very sensual kiss, swapping spit and swabbing each other's mouths. The girl who froze at my touch was gone. I explored her breasts with my hand, tweaking and teasing her nipples to burning hardness. My hand left her breast and traveled south, stopping briefly to drop the tip of my little finger into her navel. I worked my finger there, finger fucking that tight little hole, causing her to gasp into my mouth. Her hips ground and churned in her heat.

I moved my hand farther down, playing in her curls. They were as soft and warm as I remembered, the heat rising from her mons almost burning me. I slid my hand lower to the edge of her mound, my finger probing the top of her cleft. I slipped my finger into the top of her slit. It was hot and moist. She tensed briefly at my touch and I pulled back. She whined at the lost contact and lifted her hips trying to regain it. Encouraged by this sign, I slid my finger back into her cleft and wiggled it a round. She moaned happily into my mouth and spread her legs completely. My Girl was back!

I dropped my hand over the edge of her mons, my fingers working in her furrow. She was sopping. I found her clit already hard and popped out of its hood. I strummed it with my finger and her hips pumped and jerked. She tore her lips away from mine, gasping, "Yes! Yes! David! Yes!"

She drew her knees up and let them fall outward, completely exposing herself as her hips started to pump and churn more violently. I continued my exploration of her moist treasure with my fingers, probing into her tight hole. As my finger entered Heaven's gate, she moaned and bucked and I felt hot wetness on my hand. I heard a noise and looked up. Two beautiful sexy women were sitting on their haunches, watching me work Riekie's pussy with my hand.

As Riekie bucked and squirted that first bit of wetness, Carol said almost to herself, "Uh-oh, Forgot the towel. Don't get her too wet, I'll be right back." She bolted off the bed and ran to a cupboard by the hot tub. When she returned, she had three large thick towels. She handed one across us to Diane and laid one beside her. She unfolded the third and passed one end through to Diane under Riekie's raised knees. Carol gave me a quick kiss, grinned wickedly and said, "Ok, go for it."

I dropped my face to Riekie's breasts and tickled with my whiskers, eliciting a shudder and a moan from her. My fingers worked her pussy faster and a little harder as her hips bucked and heaved. I found a succulent nipple and popped it into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. Riekie's moans got louder and more continuous. My finger worked back into that tight little hole. Riekie always had the tightest vagina, and many years of disuse had allowed it to regain almost all its original virginal tightness. I worked my finger in to the knuckle and wiggled it around.

My mouth worked her breasts, sucking and teasing. I nipped lightly at her nipples. She gasped and bucked. She pulled my face to hers for a passionate kiss.

"Mmmmmmm! Ooooooo! Mmmmmmmm"

My fingers continued to probe into her, tracing the full length of her feminine crevice from the crease of her buttocks to that supersensitive little nubbin at the top. My ministrations had her moaning and groaning into my mouth as we kissed frantically. She was sopping, her juices flowing freely, as wet as she'd ever been.

My fingers continued to probe. I found her virgin-tight opening again, and slid some finger into it, wiggling it around. She was very tight, but well lubricated. She moaned and thrust her hips up to meet the invader. Riekie certainly knew what she liked, and this was it. I worked my finger in to the first knuckle. As I worked my finger into her, Riekie's hips churned and bucked. Her moans into my mouth grew more continuous.

I ended the kiss tenderly, and trailed my lips downward toward her breasts, heaving with her heavy breathing. As I probed her soaking sex and tight opening with my finger, I latched onto a very erect, lovely nipple with my lips and sucked. A spasm went through her entire body. Riekie shook and shuddered in a mini orgasm. She gasped and panted.

My fingers worked in her beautiful little pussy. I worked another one into her hot tight hole. I gently wiggled my fingers, loosening her a little. Her hips bucked and pumped. She moaned in pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! O-o-o-h-h y-e-e-es!"

I started to gently finger fuck her tight hole, working my hand rhythmically, my palm pressing her mons, the base of my fingers rubbing her clit. The motion of her hips became more pronounced. She bucked and thrust. Her hands fell away from my head, her fists clenching at her sides, as she succumbed to the sensations coursing through her nubile body.

My finger action speeded up, my hand pressing harder to her mons, fingers rubbing her clit more insistently. I could sense her building to her climax. I worked my fingers in and out, 'round and 'round, building her to a major orgasm. I felt her body start to quiver and tense. Her hips were thrusting hugely now. I continued to stroke, faster and faster. Her moans became little yelps and grunts as she built higher.

"Yes! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes!"

She was close now. I worked my fingers even faster, as I sucked on her nipple. She started to crest. I grasped her nipple gently in my teeth. As she reached her peak, I pulled sharply and nipped. At he same time, my thumb stabbed down onto her clit and twisted.

Riekie went over the edge. Her hips thrust massively one, two, three times, and then locked, raised a couple inches off the bed. Carol had been watching for this and signaled Diane. They pulled the towel flat underneath her. I heard them both giggling. Riekie was lost in her orgasm. After a brief second, her hips dropped back onto the bed. Her legs went spastic, heels drumming into the bed. My hand was drenched as she squirted, and she SCREAMED!

"Aaaaiiiiiieeeee! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddd!"

Her hips convulsed and jerked several more times. Shocks and aftershocks raced through her body. Her hands pounded the bed. Her legs quivered as her heels drummed. I felt more wetness hit my hand as I slowed the action of my fingers. Her hips seemed to hump harder again. Her whole body convulsed one more time! Her voice came back.

"O GOD! O GOD! OGODOGODOGODOGOD! Uh-uh-uh! O-O-O-O OOO GO-O-O-D!"

Gradually she wound down, her body shaking as smaller spasms rocked her. My God she came hard!

Her eyes were closed, hips still pumping. I just had to see and kiss what I had just touched and probed. I drew my right arm from its place under her shoulders. Rising on both hands, I kissed down her breasts, down her tummy, kissing ever southward. I paused briefly at her navel, and swabbed it with my tongue, causing another spasm to wrack her body. I kissed lower until my face was buried in the curls of her beautiful pure blonde muff. She smelled so sweet. I maneuvered myself between her legs, and lay out between them.

I lifted my face away from her mons, and scooted back a bit so I could get a good look at that wondrous pussy. I kissed the tender, sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs, tickling with my beard. I rose up and filled my eyes. I felt someone move in on each side: Carol on the left and Diane on the right. Carol looked at me and Diane then looked straight into Riekie's gorgeous pussy. She whispered. "She still has the prettiest blonde pussy, but seeing is still believing, no?"

Riekie moaned and tangled her hands in my hair, pulling me upward. "Save that for later! Kiss me, Miracle Man!"

Reluctant to leave the sight of that gorgeous pussy that I knew so well once, but wanted to get reacquainted with, I kissed her directly on the clit. She jumped and yelped. "YIPE!"

I flicked her clit once more with my tongue causing another lurch and yelp, and moved back up her body to join her in a passionate French kiss. We clinched in mindless passion, Riekie's body almost literally burning against me. As we sucked at each others' souls, she moaned into my mouth, and her pelvis ground demandingly against my throbbing erection. Her bush tickled and stimulated. The heat from her mons was overpowering; her nipples, erect, hard, and hot burned my chest. She seemed on fire.

Riekie's hand dropped to my penis, stroking gently. She tugged me toward her. As we came up for air from our torrid mouth crush, she pulled me toward her sex, begging me.

"I've got to have you in me NOW! Don't wait, David, take me! Hurry! It's been 'way too long."

I slipped my hand to Riekie's sex to prepare her for entry. She was soaking and open from my earlier playing in her pussy.

"Oh! David! Just put him in! Sweet Pussy is so hungry! I'm so ready! HURRY! It's been too, too long!"

I mounted and her hand guided me to her opening. I started to enter and felt her tightness surround me. I pushed slow and steady, allowing her to adjust as I entered her body. God! She was so tight, hot and wet! She laughed and yelled her satisfaction as she felt my full length slowly penetrate her tightly gripping pussy.

"At last! Oh Yeah! At La-a-a-st! So-o-o-o Goo-oo-ood!! YES!! YES!! YES!! FILLS ME UP!! AT LAST!"

Riekie's hips thrust up to me urgently, her arms wrapping tightly around me, hands on my butt, pulling me deeper. Her legs wrapped around mine, locking her heels together, and her lips were all over my face. She laughed and cried all at the same time her joy at being loved once again.

Carol and Diane hovered close, kissing us both, their hands stroking and massaging our bodies, increasing our pleasure. Their feathery touches teased and encouraged. A hand gently caressed my balls; that touch forcing my hips to thrust harder and deeper into Riekie's clutching tunnel. I felt her cervix open and welcome me in, nibbling at the tip. I was as deep in my beautiful blonde lover as I'd ever been; the sensations were mind-numbingly exquisite! I'd almost forgotten how wonderful it was to be inside this exquisite creature.

I started to move my hips in long slow thrusts. Riekie's hips thrust back in perfect sync, as if we'd never been apart. Our breathing quickly became faster and harder. Our strokes and thrusts got harder, faster. I felt my pubic bone grinding into her clit as we humped and bucked together. Riekie moaned and exclaimed her delight.

"Ooooooooo! Mmmmmmmm! YES! Deeper! Faster! OH YEAH! DAVID!"

I grunted in delirium as I thrust harder and faster. Someone's fingers caressed my overcharged balls, sending me into a frenzy of motion. Riekie's movements matched mine. We fucked and rutted like wild things. The bed shook and pounded the wall. We fucked and bucked with total abandon, Riekie's yells of encouragement echoing off the walls.

"YES! YES! YES! AT LAST! OH GOD!! DAVID! HARDER! HARRRDDERRR!!"

Somehow I summoned the energy for the last desperate sprint to the finish. My hips thrust and pounded into her with redoubled strength. I felt her building toward her own mind warping climax, and felt my own tumultuous eruption approaching. We rode the crest of a wave ever upward, yelling our passion to each other. I felt it coming. My balls pulled up closer to my body, those tantalizing fingers stroking and stimulating me even more than I could imagine.

Riekie's moans and shrieks grew more intense and rapid. Her hips bucked into me hard and fast. We were once again a perfectly matched fucking machine. The wave built and built for both of us. We rode the crest until it burst for both of us! I felt my balls heave, the blinding pleasure-pain of release almost overwhelming me. I slammed myself into her as hard and deep as I possibly could in one last powerful thrust as her hips lunged off the bed, driving me deeper than ever. We locked like that as my cock erupted in one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced, squirting five, six times deep into her milking pussy, splashing well into her cervix, bathing her womb in fertile sperm. As I came that huge load, her arms and legs locked tightly around me. Her pussy muscles convulsed and clutched, stripping every drop of baby juice from my jerking cock. I felt her scalding fluids splashing against my balls. She screamed her orgasm as only My Girls could.

"DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!!"

We heard simultaneous yells in stereo from both sides. Carol and Diane had brought themselves off with us.

"YES! YES! OGODOGOD! OOOOOO! YES!!"

I was so stimulated, I kept thrusting, my cock wilting only a little within Riekie's clasping tunnel, her arms and legs still wrapped tightly, keeping me firmly seated. We slowed a bit, catching our breath. Her hips pumped gently back at me as we exchanged a deep, tongue sucking lovers' kiss. We both felt my cock return to full hardness. Only once before had I been so stimulated I could keep going in a direct continuation from one fuck fest to the next.

We heard gasps and moans beside us, the bed shaking more than from just us. Carol had joined Diane, their hands working in each other's pussies as they exchanged a hot, sensual kiss. Their bodies writhed and twisted as they strummed and teased each other, their hot eyes watching our every move. They squirmed close to us, never losing contact with each other.

Now close to us, their hot flesh seared ours, and we were all soon moving toward another huge climax. Riekie's and my initial motions weren't as urgent as the first time, but we quickly built to another frenzied copulation. Our bodies heaved and hips thrust, our passion making obscene slurping sounds as we rutted in the debris of our first mind-blowing orgasm. The four of us kissed and nibbled at each other faces.

The pace picked up quickly. My hips pounded against Riekie's, my cock driving like a piston, in and out, pounding her hips into the bed. She fucked back just as hard, her vaginal muscles flexing rhythmically, fucking my penis from the inside. Her yells and grunts rang loud again in my ears.

"OGODOGODOGODOGOD!! YES! MORE! OGODOGOD!! UH! UH! UH!!"

Carol and Diane gasped and grunted beside us, their bodies thrashing together as they worked each other to another mind-shattering orgasm.

The peak came all too quickly. I felt Riekie tensing and building under me as my own thunderous release approached. We rutted and bucked, building and building. Riekie's head thrashed from side to side her legs dropped from mine to the bed, her heels drumming the mattress. Her hands tightened on my butt, pulling me tight to her convulsing sex. Our thrusts got faster and harder.

I felt myself start to erupt as her pussy convulsed and gushed against me. I thrust hard and deep as she planted her feet and thrust upward into that last deep stab. We locked there, her hips raised from the bed, holding us both elevated as my cock swelled and spat. I squirted and squirted then squirted some more. I felt my sperm erupting through my penis, splashing deep inside her womb in spurt after spurt of wet, creamy gratification and release. It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. As I came so fully and wetly, Riekie's scream erupted, but was so forceful, it ended more as a strangled gurgle.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHGGGHHHGGGGGHHHH!!"

Next to us, the girls' own orgasms were almost as intense. Their hips thrashed and pounded as they came and they yelled as they spent, the stereo effect of their yelling almost unnerving.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YE-E-E-E-E-E-ESSSSS!!!"

Our motions slowed as our breathing returned to near normal. Riekie's little kisses of endearment were all over me -- eyes, ears, tip of my nose. Beside us, Diane, cradled in Carol's loving arms gradually wound herself down, her hips gently pumping. She turned her eyes toward us, shining with love. Her body still quaking occasionally, she gasped.

"Th-that... h-has got to be... THE... m-m-most a-amazing thing I-I've ever s-seen! C-carol Anne... s-said... y-you... guys... always were... h-hot, but I-I've NEVER... s-seen anything so HOT!"

As my penis softened within Riekie's drenched pussy, we rolled to our sides, still coupled. The girls finally regained some composure, and sprawled across us, kissing us both tenderly. My penis softened completely, fully satisfied, and slipped out of Riekie's relaxed and overflowing pussy with a soft wet slurp. The four of us lay in a tangle of arms, legs and bodies, basking in the warm afterglow of passion, gently kissing and caressing.

The ladies recovered quickly. Riekie, back in form, spun around on her towel and drawing her knees up, flopped them open so the rest of us could see. She giggled happily like she did years ago. Diane had never seen this type of display and I wondered how she'd take it. Riekie laughed. "How does she look? Sweet Pussy hasn't been this full in years and years! She's so happy! Sweet Prince fed her good, doncha think?"

Riekie's pussy was a mess. Her pretty blonde curls were wet and matted with our combined juices. Her thighs glistened in the light of the candles. Her gorgeous pink inner lips were still open, and a stream of creamy white dribbled out of her small opening, running down between her cheeks, dripping onto the towel. What we saw was by definition one well-fucked pussy.

I needn't have worried about Diane's reaction. Her gaze fixed hotly on Riekie's wanton display, she whispered, "That is one well-fucked pussy, Princess! Rascal, our Sweet Prince sure did fill her up, but she's wasting Precious Stuff!"

I saw her lick her lips. She glanced at Carol, almost as if asking permission. Carol grinned and nodded. Without any further ado, Diane almost literally dove between Riekie's thighs and proceeded to lick and suck her completely clean, even sucking and lapping up the mess in her curls. WOW! Diane's first taste of pussy, and she's eating my come out of it! What a woman! Her sweet little pussy was just nicely within my reach. As she licked and cleaned Riekie, I got my fingers going in her hot little snatch.

While Diane was busy with Riekie, Carol moved down and took my sated penis in her mouth. Her talented tongue and lips felt wonderful, but the Prince isn't as young as he once was, especially after a double header, and despite her best attempts, he stayed flaccid. Still, she licked and cleaned my entire genital area, her fingers busy in her pussy as she worked herself to another orgasm. Her yell of completion coincided with one from Riekie as Diane's busy tongue brought her off yet again and one from Diane as my fingers worked their magic on and in her hot little muff.

Riekie turned back around to cuddle with me, wearing a very satisfied smile. Diane and Carol fell into each others arms and exchanged a very sensuous kiss. I noticed as they kissed, Carol's eyebrows shot up in surprise, then she pressed her mouth tighter to Diane's and I saw her swallow. Diane had saved a little of the Precious Stuff she sucked out of Riekie and passed it to Carol in their kiss. I thought Carol had been full of surprises once upon a time, but Diane just kept them coming (pun intended!). I knew she had become her full sexual being the night she got pregnant, but what she was doing tonight was orders of magnitude above that!

Carol raised herself up and looked at Diane with a mischievous grin. Diane grinned back. The two of them sat back on their haunches, placed their hands on each other's shoulders, threw back their heads, and howled together! The joy and celebration in their howls was magnificent to hear.

"Yai! Yai! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!"

The stereo effect added to the din. Riekie, now cuddled snuggly in my arms, laughed herself silly as the two lovers collapsed on to us giggling. Soon, the giggling and laughing subsided and we all cuddled together, almost in a heap, Riekie and I snuggled together in the middle. The pregnant ladies pulled the covers over us, and finally exhausted from the day's activity we all drifted into contented sleep.

Somewhere in the night, I woke to the familiar feeling of wet warmth around my penis. I looked down in the flickering light of the candles. Three shapes were under the blankets, licking and sucking me to full erection. What a marvelous sensation! Apparently the committee was satisfied with what they achieved, because soon those three shapes crawled out from beneath the covers to reveal three happy, beautiful faces. All three converged on my face and kissed me all about the eyes, neck and lips.

My arms went round her as Riekie latched onto my lips with one of her tongue suckers. Diane stuck a hot wet tongue in my ear then whispered suggestively. "Sweet Pussy is hungry again. Would Rascal feed her for Princess? She's too shy to ask, but we know, and we can smell her. She thinks she's hogging him away from us, but she's not. Carol Anne and I have lots to do on our own. I want to taste Mrs. Pussy."

Between Riekie's hot kiss, and Diane's suggestion that she was going to eat Carol, my already massively erect penis seemed to swell and grow even harder. I rolled Riekie to her back, positioned between her splayed thighs, rose up and looked into those gorgeous eyes. They were moist with tears, but now they were tears of love and joy. I smiled as I teased her heat with the tip of my cock. "I have it on good authority that Sweet Pussy has been on a starvation diet, and now wishes to be fed again,"

A small voice from the past said, "Yup! Swe-et Pus-sy is awful hun-gry! Can Ras-cal feed her now?"

As if I wasn't stimulated enough, that voice raised the bar another notch. "Well Sweet Pussy, open up. Supper is served!"

Riekie locked her arms around my neck, drew her knees up, opening herself completely. I drew back and entered her hot wet tightness in one long stroke. Her hips rose to meet and take me. As I bottomed, my pubic bone crushing her clitty, Riekie shuddered at the stimulation to her hard little nubbin and let out a satisfied sigh. "Aauuuuughgh! So goo-ood! So full! Do me David!"

I started stroking slowly, full length, pulling almost out and then bottoming, putting a little circular motion into it, grinding her clit on each down stroke. As each thrust hit bottom, crushing her clit between us, Riekie shook and emitted a satisfied sigh of fulfillment. As I powered those long slow strokes into her eager body, I held her gaze and marveled at the rapture on her face. The love in her eyes had always been a thing to behold, but what I saw there now was almost overwhelming. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her passionately, our tongues dueling and probing, tasting each other.

All too soon the passion rose to such an intensity we broke the kiss and bucked and rutted our hips together in primordial rhythm. We fucked. We rutted. Our bodies slammed into each other in perfect sync. Once again we surfed the wave together, our hips thrusting and humping into each other. My cock pounded into her as her talented muscles milked and massaged.

Amidst this frenetic activity, grunts, groans and slurping sounds from beside us drew our attention, causing us to slow and pause our lovemaking. Together we looked over and regarded a most erotic sight. Diane was on top of Carol, her face buried in Carol's pussy, her own pussy draped over Carol's face in a classic femme-à-femme soixante-neuf. She was certainly getting a taste of Mrs. Pussy — more like a meal, and Carol devoured Pussy just as hungrily! They were tonguing and sucking each other like mad things, their grunts and groans filling the room. Both were humping and churning into their lover's face oblivious to everything except the pleasure they were giving each other.

The eroticism of the sight was too much for Riekie and me. We exchanged another soul-searing kiss, resumed our torrid lovemaking, and rutted ourselves silly. Soon my hips were powering in and out in a blur, hers matching mine stroke for stroke. I felt my balls lift and tighten against my body as I felt her body tensing under mine, readying for the massive release coming. Her muscles tightened around my engorged member as I felt the explosion building in my balls. I thrust into her hard, pounding her body into the bed. She bucked back equally as hard, her legs and arms wrapped tightly about me.

We were almost there. I felt the sweet pain of release approaching as her muscles began to clamp rhythmically along my length. The eruption imminent, I thrust once. Twice! Three times! On the last stroke, I buried as deep as I could. In a white hot explosion of release, a spurting geyser of hot white creamy baby batter erupted from my penis. I squirted three, four five times, filling her to overflowing with my wet, gooey offering of little wigglers looking for an egg. At the same time, Riekie's hips thrust up to mine, pulling me deeper, her muscles clamped in one massive spasm, sucking every drop of sticky white sperm from my body. I felt scalding wetness as her own fluids squirted around my erupting penis, and she screamed her fulfillment.

"YES! YES! DDAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDD! YES! YES! AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!"

From beside us we heard that stereo scream of satisfaction from our bedmates. "YES! YES! CAAR-OOL ANNE! MUUFFIIN!"

Exhausted, I collapsed onto Riekie, my penis still semi hard within her clasping, clutching sheath. I rolled us to our sides, still joined, to catch our breath, as Carol and Diane rolled to meet us. Riekie snuggled in tight, holding me deep within her with those wonderful muscles. Our breathing returning to near normal, we kissed tenderly. Carol and Diane hovered over us as the four of us kissed each other sweetly. They dropped back onto the bed and cuddled together, sharing a lover's kiss. Soon we heard their gentle breathing as they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Riekie kissed me tenderly, then nuzzled into my neck. "I love you so much, David, my Miracle Man! I love you so much." She drifted off to sleep contentedly, her pelvis pressed tight to mine, holding me trapped within her tight sheath. I felt her pussy massaging my still semi hard penis, and once again, I swore I could almost hear it purr. Sated, I pulled the covers back over the four of us and started to drift off to sleep myself.

As I nodded off, I reflected on the day's events. We had come to be with our dear, dear friend Ben at the end of his journey through this life, and in his passing, he had given us the precious gift of each other, re-uniting us and allowing us the opportunity of rebuilding our marriage. Ben had passed over happily into the waiting arms of his own true love. We mourned his passing and celebrated his life, as we cuddled with our True Loves, our Soul Mates, in our new wedding bed. There would be trials ahead, old misunderstandings and injuries to be resolved, but we were off to a promising fresh start.



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Chapter 74


Feeling refreshed and invigorated, I awoke in the half-light of dawn to one of the sights and feelings I enjoyed most in the world. A pair of dazzling blue eyes regarded me with almost infinite love, and my morning woody was contentedly housed in hot, tight wet pussy. To complete the perfection of the moment, a warm back was snuggled into mine. As I opened my eyes, that beautiful face smiled and kissed me sweetly. "Merry Christmas, MiracleMan."

I returned the tender kiss. "Merry Christmas, Princess mine. Miracle Man? That's the third time you called me that."

"Yup! You're my Miracle Man — you healed Carol Anne, exposed that evil man, found Uncle Paul, brought Muffin to us, and got me thinking straight again. In my books those are miracles, regardless of what you say."

I just said, "Uh... if that's the way you see it, but don't expect too many more. OK?"

She kissed me again, murmuring, "I love you so much, David, my Miracle Man."

"And I love you just as much, Princess of mine."

When she released me from her sweet kiss, I looked to my side. Carol and Diane were still sleeping peacefully, locked in a tight embrace, cuddled snugly together, Carol's warm back pressed against mine. I was still amazed and awed at how much in love they were.

Riekie moved her hips suggestively against me. "Mmmm-mmmm! I just love waking up like this! It's been way too long! Sweet Pussy is hungry again. Do you think Rascal, her Sweet Prince might be able to rustle up some breakfast for her?" This was the second time she referred to 'Rascal'. I wondered where she'd picked it up from, but then, these girls seemed to have a communication system all their own.

I moved my own hips equally suggestively, gently stroking into her. "Oh I think between us, we could manage a little something for the poor starving creature."

Just then Carol awoke and turned to us with a smile. She untangled herself from Diane and leaned over to give us a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Dah-links! You two at it again? Don't you ever quit?"

Another face appeared beside Carol's. Diane bent and gave us a warm kiss then locked lips with Carol. When they broke, she laughed. "Merry Christmas, My Loves! Why would they want to quit? It's way too much fun. 'Sides, I heard a little about you too..." Then she giggled and tickled Carol. Carol stuck out her tongue and dove back for seconds on the warm kiss.

Riekie and I tried to devour each other's face as the churning of her hips against me became more insistent. I was about to roll her onto her back to feed that poor starving pussy creature when too small blonde bombshells in their underwear exploded into the room, bounced up onto the bed and threw themselves on top of us. "Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! Daddy! Mommy Carol! Mommy Diane! It's Christmas! Santa Claus was here! C'mon! We gotta get up!"

They landed on top of Riekie and me getting an "Oof!" out of both of us. They showered us with wet kid kisses and hugged us happily. We hugged and kissed them back. "Merry Christmas, Kiddos."

After greeting us, the twins clambered over us to plant more sloppy kisses and hugs on their other mommies.

Diane looked at Riekie and grinned. "Told ya so! Glad you didn't wait?"

Riekie laughed, "Yeah, for more reason's than that, but Muffin, you were absolutely right!"

I groaned, caught by the kids with a raging hard-on firmly ensconced in Mommy. What to do? Riekie solved the problem by gently disengaging. I felt that warm embrace being reluctantly withdrawn from my hardness. I groaned at the loss, but Riekie groaned even louder. Diane, that wonderful person, came to our rescue, and winked as she said. "Carol Anne and I'll take a quick shower while you two keep the kids busy. Then we'll take them to have a bath and get them dressed while you two take a nice sensual shower together. OK?"

By this time, Carol was keeping the kids busy, playing and tickling them. Diane leaned in close so just Riekie and I heard. "Carol Anne and I talked about you two. You have a lot of catching up to do, so we're giving you as much space as we can. David, save a little for us, though, OK? We're in love, learning each other, but we still want and need you, and we both need time with you too, Princess, especially Carol Anne — she's missed you so-o much." There was a warmth in her use of that name that simply said Riekie was now 'Princess' permanently. I liked it. If Carol started using it, particularly with the warmth Diane did, I felt their relationship would be closer to being fully re-affirmed. Diane gave us both a wonderful kiss before turning back to Carol and the twins.

"C'mon, Mrs. Lloyd (She said that like a pet name too.), let's have a shower then we'll get these two cleaned up and dressed while Mommy and Daddy have their shower."

"OK, Muffy-Muff. " Mrs. Lloyd and Muffy-Muff? These two were getting really close! "Be right there." Carol untangled herself from two giggling kids who were giving as good as they got in the tickle match. Carol and Diane were totally unconcerned that the kids saw them in the nude, and the kids were equally unconcerned. "Alright, Munchkins, you go tickle Mommy and Daddy while Mommy Carol and Mommy Diane have a shower. Then it's bath time and dressed for you. No tree until we're all clean and smelling nice, OK?"

Carol and Diane crawled out of bed and waltzed into the bathroom holding hands giggling and exaggeratedly swinging their hips, enhancing the bounce and jiggle of their luscious bottoms. They put on quite a show. Soon we heard the water running and a lot of giggling and squealing as they showered together

"OK, Mommy Carol! Do we hafta wait that long, Daddy?" Two blonde urchins clambered over Riekie and me smothering us with wet kisses and hugs then proceeded to try to tickle us. I got one under each arm, keeping them away from landing on my woody in their childish exuberance. I wasn't quite ready to explain that to them just yet.

"Yup! We gotta wait. Mommy Carol's the boss today. Mommy and I will be finished our shower about the same time you guys are finished your bath. You missed yesterday, and I think you smell! Right, Mommy? Eeeew!" I made an exaggerated show of smelling them and held my nose. I tickled them and laughed so they were sure I was kidding.

Riekie giggled and wrinkled her pretty nose. "Oh, yeah! You guys need a bath for sure!"

Two small noses sniffed at us and K.P. giggled. "Mommy and Daddy need a bath, too! You smell like fish!" From out the mouths of babes... 

Riekie changed the subject, but not before she wiggled her hips under the covers and winked at me. "Mommy's messy too! What were you two doing that you know Santa Claus was here? Were you downstairs snooping around?"

D.J. piped up. "We just went down to look and saw all the presents. We didn't touch anything, Mommy. Unca Bob caught us and sent us back up. He said to tell you he put the coffee on."

We played tickle with the twins and joked about what Santa Claus might or might not have brought them. About the time my bladder said it was ready to burst, the two pregnant ladies finished in the bathroom and came out to get dressed. They looked so sexy, my cock twitched even harder, despite the insistent plea from my bladder. They looked like they could almost be twins except for Diane's smaller size. I hadn't had much opportunity to observe Carol pregnant. She was absolutely radiant; her entire body seemed to glow, her tummy showing a noticeable bulge. Diane also had that healthy radiant glow, but of course wasn't showing yet. Riekie noticed it too and said, "Now I know what Mom was talking about when she said there was nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman."

Those two must have planned their wardrobe as part of their weekly private phone chats, despite the fact we had no idea for sure when we'd get together until Carol called us about Ben or else they had some uncanny way of knowing what to wear. They wrapped matching kilts around their gorgeous hips, less panties (Of course!), and slipped into matching black sweaters that hugged their bare luscious boobies delightfully. Their kilts were quite short, almost mini, and showed their magnificent legs to full advantage. The twinning effect was even more noticeable when they dressed alike. Riekie again noticed and commented. "Carol Anne always had the most beautiful legs, but Muffin's are awfully close. Don't you think? They look so much alike they make a very sexy couple."

"Ver-ry sexy. Almost like two peas in a pod, I think."

Carol and Diane called the twins to them. "C'mon Munchkins, bath time for you guys and Mommy and Daddy!"

The kids gave us each a hug and another wet kiss then jumped off the bed and ran to them. Each woman took a child by the hand and headed for the door. Carol turned just as they were about to leave. "Princess, David and you have a little time, but don't be too long. Meet us downstairs so we can have the tree for the little ones. We'll have breakfast right after that, and then we have to start working on Christmas dinner." Carol's usage of Diane's and my pet name for Riekie held all the warmth I hoped for and more, and went farther to welcome Riekie back to us than anything else so far.

With the kids off for their bath, I almost bolted from bed, my penis waving around in the breeze, looking for a place to piss. I paused long enough to hold out my hand and help Riekie from the bed, taking a long lascivious look as I did. Just as she said, she was a wonderful mess, her pussy still leaking white goo with a mixture of both our juices running down her thighs, her lovely golden pubes matted. She looked and smelled like one very well fucked woman. We held hands and entered the bathroom together.

Stepping up to the toilet, I felt a pair of warm hands reach around from behind and grasp my woody. Riekie steered while I peed. The extra stimulation of watching the 'twins' dress and our aborted copulation when the kids bounded in made my morning piss hard-on harder and even less co-operative than usual, causing the flow to be slow and almost painful starting. I was now completely comfortable with the female touch on my organ, but the slowness of the flow and the difficulty of aiming it when that unruly appendage just wanted to contemplate the ceiling, occasioned much giggling and teasing from my pretty blonde helper. Once it did start to flow, I drained my overfull bladder completely and once again the erection followed the urine down the drain much to the lady's disappointment.

As the last of my water dribbled out, she gently shook it dry, then slid her arms around my waist and just cuddled into my back, kissing my shoulders. Riekie murmured. "Mmmmm! Oh, how I've missed doing things like this with you! We were always so natural together. I've tried to raise the twins to be natural about their bodies too." Well that answered one question I had.

She had to go too, so after a few minutes of cuddling, she moved to the stool and sat down. While she relieved herself, I got the shower running and set the temperature where we'd always liked it. When she was finished, I held out my hands and guided her into that huge shower.

We didn't have all morning, according to Carol, but we made the most of the time we had. We played, tickling, laughing and giggling then washed each other all over. Along with the playing and tickling, we talked and had a very enjoyable time becoming reacquainted with each other's bodies. As we washed and played with each other, exploring what we once knew so well, we had a very enjoyable and relaxing shower.

I was amazed at how well Riekie, like Carol, had kept her youthful looks over the years, reaffirming my belief the women of her family were indeed special. I marveled at the firmness of her breasts; her small pink aureoles with the delightfully pink nipples in the centre were almost as I remembered them, the nipples a little larger from suckling the twins. Her sweet cheeks were as round, firm and high as when she was young. Her hips were a little fuller from giving birth, but added to rather than detracted from the overall package. The curls of her beautiful blonde pussy were as luxuriant and downy soft as ever and her pussy itself was as tight and pretty as I remembered, her inner lips still that delightful pink, opening like the petals of an exotic flower to reveal her tiny opening. Her tummy was almost as flat as when she was seventeen despite her pregnancy. As I kissed her delicious little belly button and nuzzled that sexy tummy, I commented, and she explained she still did her isometric exercises, keeping her muscles toned.

She commented on what good shape I was in and how broad my shoulders were now. I told her until September I had sported a bit of a paunch, but when it began to look more and more like we would be getting our marriage back together, I decided to get rid of it and look after myself. She liked the effect very much and said she now loved the beard, especially the way it felt on her skin. She was very taken with my penis, and spent a very long and delightful time exploring and getting reacquainted with it, using her soft hands and warm mouth.

She giggled as she explored, "Mmmm. Rascal, my Sweet Prince appears to have grown bigger than I remember. I used to be able to get my fingers over half way around him, Now I can't even come close, and I know he's longer, too, 'cause I felt him deeper than ever last night. He's gorgeous -- all grown up now, into a fine upstanding citizen! And you're taller too, I think!" <GIGGLE> I told her that I grew and filled out a little more in the year after they left, and maybe Rascal had too, but I'd never paid much attention.

Riekie suddenly got emotional, tears leaking from her eyes as she held my face and gazed into my eyes. "David, you may not have noticed, but I certainly do! It was very much a man, but in boy's clothing, that I fell in love with, and what a man! Now that man, fully grown and mature, you, stands before me today, and I'm deeper in love with you than ever, if that was ever possible. I built such a fantasy around you over the years that I was afraid I'd be disappointed when I met you again, but my fantasy doesn't even approach the miracle that I actually found! And not just physically! You always were wise beyond your years, and you still are. You are the most wonderful man I've ever known, and I love you so much I could just burst with the joy of being with you again, feeling you hold me, kiss me, just being near you! You really are my Miracle Man!"

Moved almost to tears myself by the vehemence of her emotion, I pulled her close under the cascading shower and kissed her tenderly. "Riekie Lloyd, my darling Princess. There hasn't been a day go by I haven't thought of you, hoping against hope we'd reconnect. You're still that beautiful blonde nymph I fell in love with, even more beautiful than ever, if that's possible. You're the true miracle, My Miracle Princess, for keeping your love so pure for all this time. There are two beautiful children, miracles conceived in pure love out of pain, despair, and loss, who know me and love me sight unseen because of the purity of your love, that prove that to me beyond the shadow of a doubt. I love you beyond imagining, always have, and will continue to love you beyond time itself. You are my True Love, my Soul-Mate. Riekie Lloyd — Mrs. Riekie Lloyd, I tell you three times -- I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Riekie melted into me, cooing, "Oooooo! Mrs. Lloyd! Oh! How I love the sound of that! William David Lloyd, my husband, my One True Love, my Soul-Mate, I say to you three times — I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Immersed in our rekindled and re-affirmed love, we cuddled and kissed again, holding each other close in the warm rain of the shower then gently and lovingly continued cleaning each other's bodies.

I found her beautiful pink-tipped breasts, and gently sucked each nipple until it was erect. Her beautiful blonde pussy was indeed a mess, and of course, I just had to pay special attention to getting Sweet Pussy clean. I soaped up the washcloth and cleaned her gently, eliciting several small gasps and a small orgasm. Then I soaped her up again thoroughly using my hands to gently ensure she was perfectly clean. I turned on one of the side jets to rinse her completely then planted a long, sucking kiss on her luscious blonde sex. I licked Sweet Pussy absolutely spotless before declaring her clean. Riekie had several orgasms bucking her hips, holding my face in tight and yelling her pleasure as she came each time, her fluids running freely. I licked her clean again, tasting the sweetness of her spend and she tasted just as good as the first time all those years ago.

Riekie returned the favour to Sweet Prince, first she washed him gently and thoroughly then used her mouth to finish the job; her talented tongue and lips caused that noble appendage to stand to attention and salute her. Delighted with his lively response, Riekie insisted that Rascal her Sweet Prince rod out Sweet Pussy nice and clean on the inside and serve her delayed breakfast. As usual, Sweet Pussy was a sloppy diner, Sweet Prince was overly generous with his offering and thus Sweet Pussy drooled part of her breakfast down the inside of Riekie's thighs. Riekie's scream of fulfillment as Rascal filled Sweet Pussy to overflowing echoed and re-echoed off the hard walls of the shower. I cleaned off the worst of the resultant mess, using washcloth and mouth and tasted myself as I kissed that beautiful blonde muff lingeringly. A thin trickle of white cream still oozed from Riekie's small opening, threatening more mess later, but she was totally unconcerned, saying it was good for her skin. Where had I heard that before?

We finished our shower, toweled each other sensuously to that warm and fuzzy feeling I loved so much after bathing with my beauties. When we went to brush our teeth at the sinks, we had a bit of a fun shoving match to determine who used what sink. I ran a comb through my hair, then helped Riekie comb out her gorgeous blonde locks. I had always loved helping her with her hair, and this was a dream come true for me to be doing it again.

We returned to the bedroom and made up the bed, replacing the towels from the cupboard by the hot tub. The bed linen was still serviceable for at least one more night, but Riekie's towel was completely soaked. The other two towels had damp spots, the girls having lapped up most of what they produced. The bed made up, we got dressed. I put on a pair of casual slacks and a flannel shirt. Riekie dressed very similar to the other two in a short wrap-around kilt sans panties with a black low cut pullover that hugged her braless breasts deliciously and revealed tantalizing cleavage. Like Carol and Diane, her kilt showed off her legs wonderfully.

Once dressed, I slipped my arm around her amazingly supple waist, she slipped hers around mine, and we headed out of the room and downstairs. For all the time we took, we were downstairs before the other wives and the kids. Just as the twins had said, Bob was already up, working on a coffee. He'd been busy at other things than making coffee, too — a fresh log snapped and crackled merrily in the fireplace and the tree lights were turned on. He led us into the kitchen and showed us where everything was. Riekie and I fixed ourselves coffees and carried them back in the living room just as Diane and Carol came down, noisily preceded by two happy youngsters. Despite showers and baths, we were all assembled in the living room of Carol's house by about eight o'clock.

These lively little urchins thumped into Riekie and me enthusiastically, almost spilling our coffees. To avoid any hot spills, we hurriedly set our coffees on an end table as each of them took one of us by the hand and pulled us toward the tree. "Mommy! Daddy! Look at all the presents! Santa Claus was here!"

As we stood admiring the tree warm arms wrapped around us from behind. Carol cuddled Riekie and that delightful pixie cuddled me. Carol very obviously took a good sniff of Riekie, giggled and in a stage whisper said. "Mmmmmm. Princess! You look and smell like a well-fucked woman. Isn't it wonderful? Did you leave us some?"<giggle>

Riekie's only response was to lean her head back into Carol's and whisper. "Mmmm-hmmm. I think I left you a little bit." And then in that little girl voice she did so well. "But Swe-et Pus-sy's aw-ful full! So I-I don't know for su-re! Ras-cal loo-ked pret-ty tir-ed!" Riekie's irreverent remark brought quiet laughter to all.

Two eager, excited voices broke the reverie. "C'mon, everybody! Let's open our presents." After a small discussion, I was 'volun-told' because I had the only beard, I was Santa Claus. The wives parked themselves on the couch facing the tree, Riekie in the middle, almost in a place of honour, with the other two snuggled up on either side, Carol on her left and Diane on her right. They looked so beautiful, the three of them sitting together holding hands I wished I had a camera to capture the scene for all time. Just as I was regretting the lack of a camera, a flash went off. For once, someone did have a camera — Bob! — and he got just the picture I wanted. He snapped it from two or three different angles, catching them in all their beauty.

I made the kids get up on their mothers' laps while I surveyed the tree to see what gifts would be handed out first. Bob took advantage of that and snapped some more pics of the family together. He said he'd taken a few before everyone came down to catch the 'before and after'. The tree looked gorgeous with all the gifts scattered 'round it, but we all knew what a chaotic scene it would be once the kids got unwrapping presents. Bob took several rolls of film that morning, catching everyone as they opened gifts and the smiles of delight. I took the camera and got several of him as he opened his.

I found the gifts for the kids and made sure they each had half a dozen, all from 'Mommy and Daddy' before I looked for any others. The first I found was one from the aunts and Paul to Bob, then one each for all three wives from them. They were all small boxes and obviously jewelry of some sort. Bob's was a nice electronic watch. The girls all got the same thing — a silver charm bracelet with their birthstone charm. The aunts told us before we left that what they had for the twins was too big to send on the plane with us, so they would get them whenever they came home. They got something for Ben, too, which I set aside, along with other gifts for him from the rest of us, for Jamie and Robbie to look after.

They kids had the floor strewn with wrapping paper and were ecstatic over all their gifts. Bob snapped many pictures of the kids and the wives opening their presents. I found more gifts for the kids, some marked from 'Santa'. I still don't know how Riekie got all of them in those suit cases. Some of the 'Santa' gifts were too large to have been in those cases, and bore a different hand writing. I learned later that Bob was responsible. He'd had them stashed in his car and brought them in early this morning, explaining why he was up earlier than the rest of us. They were his only nieces (at that point his only nieces... ), and he went all out for them. The rest of the kids' gifts were from Carol and Ben.

On a few of the kids' gifts Riekie had marked the 'From' as she put them out. I was surprised and pleased they were marked 'From Mommy Diane'. She explained that she had always marked a few gifts 'From Your Other Mommy' because she didn't know Diane's name, but it was always in preparation for us getting together again. This girl thought of everything to make the twins aware they were part of a larger family! We didn't tell her that there were several gifts from us waiting for the twins at home, too.

The kids finally had all their presents and were busily, happily making more chaotic mess with the wrapping paper. Bob slipped out to the kitchen and returned with a couple large blue recycle bags, and started clearing away the paper, checking to make sure there were no small parts of toys mixed in with the torn remnants. He even got them to help.

There were still some gifts left, all for the adults. Some were for Jamie and Robbie, which we set aside until they arrived later. All were from Carol and Ben. The pile of gifts for Ben that would in all likelihood remain unopened looked forlorn off by itself. There were gifts from me to each of my wives, including Diane (I couldn't leave that one at home!), and one each for Bob and Ben. I had no great brainwaves this year on what to get My Girls, but finally had my jeweler friend make up moonstone earrings to match their lockets. They loved them and I got a wonderful kiss and a mind numbing promise to 'fuck my brains out' from each of them. I thought of asking Bob to return to the hospital to rent a wheelchair for me.

Carol had also gotten each of us something. For Riekie, she had drawn a colour sketch of the old barn looking out from the old road in autumn. The colours were almost alive. For Bob, she drew a small portrait of Ben as he looked before his face had become so gaunt. I really noticed his resemblance to me in that drawing. Bob had a tear in his eye when he saw it. He and Ben had become very close. For 'Muffin' she had drawn another nude pencil sketch of herself, only this time as she looked pregnant. Both girls loved their sketches, and I was enormously pleased to see Carol applying her artistic talents again. For me, she had drawn another colour sketch, only this was of our old homestead, drawn from memory as it appeared in winter, with the Christmas lights up and smoke curling invitingly from the chimney. Kids played on the hill in front of the house. Carol rarely labeled her drawings, but at the bottom of this one, in block letters, it said 'HOME'. I was moved beyond words at the sentiment expressed in that beautiful drawing.

Poignantly, there were gifts to each of us from Ben, too. He knew I liked the poems of Robert W. Service, and somewhere had found a complete volume of his works for me. I was deeply touched at the thoughtfulness of such a gift. All three girls got a diamond bracelet and matching necklace. Ben's card laughed when he remarked they would probably never wear the necklaces because that would mean removing their lockets, as he had never seen Carol without hers. Carol's other gifts from Ben were of a more personal nature — some sexy lingerie he thought 'David would appreciate', and a collection of miniature Inuit soap stone carvings she had admired. She also received some more 'traditional' gifts of clothing, including several sexy A-line skirts that enhanced her legs with matching camisole tops. Ben had obviously been thinking of after the babies were born. He may have been a eunuch, but as he told me, he still knew and appreciated lovely legs when he saw them. Diane and Riekie also received a couple similar skirts and tops. I guess he got the sizes from Carol, because they fit perfectly.

All three of my wives ran off to change and model at least one of their acquisitions. They had all looked stunning in their kilts and sweaters, but in those skirts and tops, they were simply to die for. Even Carol, with her three month bulge managed to squeeze into hers long enough to model it. I just loved the way her tummy pushed out the front of that sexy camisole. I realized with Riekie's arrival and the other two sacrificing their time to just us two that I hadn't yet laid my head on that tummy, something I had dreamed of. Once they had modeled their new clothes, the girls quickly changed back into their kilts and sweaters. The skirts and camisoles weren't quite up to a Calgary winter despite the warmth in the room from the fireplace, and the wrap around design of the kilt was more suited to Carol's condition. She wasn't showing quite enough to switch to full maternity clothing, but her expanding waist did need to be allowed for.

Diane knew about the charm bracelets from the aunts. She gave Carol and Riekie the same two beautiful charms for theirs -- twin babies and a house. The significance was not lost on the two of them and they each smothered Diane with loving kisses. Her gift to me was left at home, but she said it was something I really wanted. I thought it was probably some power tool I was too cheap to buy for myself... She said it was too large to bring on the plane and then simply haul it home again, more or less confirming my suspicion. After eight years together, the small sentimental gifts sometimes gave way to the practical ones.

Riekie got up and retrieved the gifts she'd hidden behind the tree. As the gifts were opened, it was obvious she'd been busy with the art work too. She said she'd taken some classes to sharpen her own not inconsiderable (to me) talents. It seemed almost prescient, given Carol's gift to her that for Carol she had a colour sketch of the old road also in autumn colours, but from a view farther back. I recognized it as the spot where Carol and I had felt that sudden rush of love come over us that Sunday after Dolly's funeral. However, unlike Carol's crisp, bold colours, Riekie's were muted into a dreamlike quality. For Diane she had drawn a portrait of her as Riekie had seen her in her dreams, and again like her gift to Carol, the colours and lines were muted and softened into a dreamlike state.

Riekie's gift to me was the last one. It was quite a large box, and must have taken up almost half of one of those large suitcases. Riekie handed it to me almost reverently, hers eyes brimming with love. I knew this was a special gift from the heart. When I opened it, I saw just how much love had gone into that gift. There was a large scrap book-cum-photograph album. As I leafed through it, my heart swelled to bursting. Here was the complete story of the twins from conception to the present.

At the beginning were copies of K.P. and D.J.'s birth registrations and birth certificates, clearly showing my name as their father, with a note in beautiful calligraphy addressed directly to me briefly stating that this was 'The Birth Record and Story of Our Children, David'. The story started with some photographs taken at the fertility clinic, showing in detail the process of insemination. She explained one of the staff at the clinic had been a classmate of hers and after a little coaxing took the pictures. Once again, there was a note addressed to me in that same calligraphic style explaining the process from start to finish.

The story continued, with a copy of her obstetrician's report of successful pregnancy, with copies of every monthly checkup and nude photographs of her as she progressed through her pregnancy taken by her obstetrician. At each trimester there was another of those beautifully inscribed notes briefly outlining her development to that stage.

The pictures in the birthing room were taken by Dolly, and showed the birth of each baby. K.P. was born first, then D.J. some seven minutes later. I noticed in the photographs that she was wearing a red gown. When I pointed this out, commenting I thought hospital gowns were either shit-brindle green, powder blue, or white, Riekie laughed and said most women wear their own nightwear unless they are 'short taken' and this was her own 'gown'.

She handed me another package she'd been holding back. I laid the album down while I opened it and there was my old football jersey I had given her all those years ago! She told me she had kept the shirt because she could still 'smell' me on it, and aside from the babies that was all she had of me physically in the birthing room. The lower third of the red sweater, including the bottom of the gold '69' was stained, and there were some brownish stains near the hem. Riekie explained her water broke and soaked it. The brownish stains were from when the twin's cords were cut. She said she had a hell of a time convincing her obstetrician to lay the babies on the old shirt rather than her bare tummy while she cut the cords. Here, on my old jersey, was the actual amniotic fluid and birth blood of my kids!

I took her in my arms with tears in my eyes, kissed her tenderly and said, "Riekie Lloyd, I love you so much! I'll cherish these things forever."

When I regained my composure and released her, I went back to the album, cradling the shirt to my breast. Every page had photographs of the kids at formative stages in their development — first tooth, first words, first steps — and each page with its ornate note headed 'David:' and closing with 'We love you, Daddy.' There were even pictures of their first childhood illnesses. In short, if it was a milestone of any kind in their development that could be photographed, it was there. Every birthday, every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, and every family function they'd ever attended was recorded, even their first successful 'potty' day. Interspersed in the milestones were chronologically ordered random snapshots of fun times and even some sad times.

There were pictures of them with every Scott family member except him. There were many, many pictures of her with the kids, playing, reading to them, and showing them that picture of me. Every page or picture story had its explanatory note. Riekie had photographed or had friends and family members shoot anything she thought would be interesting.

Bob had apparently spent quite a bit of time with them, and had taken very many of the pictures, especially after his breakup with Margaret. He said later he flew to Winnipeg at least one weekend per month, and more often if he could get away to be with those kids (No wonder they loved him so much.) and to be a friend to Riekie, who had no one except the kids and the very distant Rick. He said he kicked himself now he didn't clue in they really were my kids, just from the way Riekie raised them. Instead, he had sometimes thought she was caught up in a fantasy world, and worried about her stability.

I noted that in every photograph with her in it, Riekie would be laughing and smiling happily with the youngsters, but seemed to avoid looking directly into the camera. In the few where she had been caught, mostly candid shots and a few posed ones where she couldn't avoid the camera's all-seeing eye, her eyes looked haunted, giving me a visual record of the pain that Riekie had suffered along with Carol and me.

There were scenes from all four seasons, some of each kid doing something of note or Riekie with one or the other. I saw them off on their first day to daycare, kindergarten, and Grade one. They skipped J.K. because of the day care and this year went into grade one, which she'd pulled them out of to move as the Christmas break started. As well as photographs, every little doodle the kids had ever put on paper was included. A complete record of the twins' short lives was there for the seeing.

As I put the album down, Riekie said quietly, "Look in the box, Darling, there's more."

Already overwhelmed, almost blinded by tears at the total love the album had displayed, I handed the album to Diane and Carol to peruse as I looked in the box. I found seven one-year diaries. It would take too long to read them all at this time, so I just browsed through them, picking dates at random. The first one covered the year of her pregnancy, and opened with her hearing from Bob about Rhiannon's birth and in block letters 'DAVID'S POWER HAS STIRRED!". The rest of the diary was a day to day record of the process at the fertility clinic and then her pregnancy up to the day before the twins were born. It wasn't just a factual record, but included her thoughts on a given day as well. Every entry ended with 'David, I love you so much' or a similar entry.

The second through seventh diaries were day to day records and thoughts beginning each year with their birthday, January second — the same as Rhiannon's! The second one started with her record of their actual birth, detailing her labour, and ended the day before their first birthday. Each succeeding diary started and ended the same way, and each page ended with 'David I love you'.

The last diary entry was two days ago, when she had to either keep that one out or include it in the box to be wrapped and packed. The last entry was 'I must close off this diary for now. We're leaving Winnipeg for good, there's nothing left for us here. I've burned all my bridges. We'll probably go to Carol Anne's for Christmas, then fly back East to an uncertain reception. But David's heart is calling me too strongly to resist, and I must go. I love you, David.'

I gave the last diary to Riekie, tears running unabashedly down my face, saying, "Bring this one up-to-date, please Sweetheart, and finish out the year. We don't want to lose a single day of what you've started."

I was overwhelmed at the love and devotion that moved her to go to such extraordinary lengths to record and preserve the development of our children so I would feel more connected to them. I pulled her close and hugged her as tightly as I could. Diane, Carol and Bob were mesmerized by the album and stunned at the effort that went into compiling it. That Riekie had managed to keep the flame of her love burning so brightly for all these years was staggering to say the least.

As I held her close, rocking her in my joy and love, I kissed her again and whispered over and over, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Riekie's reply as she returned my heartfelt kiss was simple, "Merry Christmas, My One True Love."

"Merry Christmas, My Darling Princess." She had given me the best Christmas present of all — our children.

Carol broke the spell of the moment. She cleared her throat and announced it was time to get breakfast. Only then did I notice just how hungry I was. I glanced at my watch. It was only a few minutes past nine! The whole Christmas thing had only taken about an hour, and yet it seemed like all day. There were still several gifts stacked off to the side, Carol and Riekie's gifts for the folks back home. We left the kids playing with their new toys while the rest of us trouped into the kitchen. Bob stayed behind to keep an eye on them. The girls soon had breakfast started, the three of them working like a well-oiled machine, laughing and giggling as they worked. Before long, the kitchen was filled with my all-time favourite food aroma — toast, bacon, and coffee.



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Chapter 75


While Carol and the other two wives busied themselves at getting breakfast ready, I checked the turkey, which had thawed out nicely. I took it out of the water and dried it out with the clean towel I had placed over it to keep the exposed part from drying. Carol showed me where the makings were, and I started breaking bread for the stuffing.

As long as I could remember, breaking the bread for the Christmas turkey stuffing had been my job, going right back into childhood. In later years, I also became responsible for adding the spices and actually making the dressing. I asked Carol if she trusted me, and she said if I made the same stuffing as she remembered from the farm to go for it as she used the same recipe, which she'd gotten from Mom way back then. I asked Carol what time she'd told the boys dinner was served so I knew when to have the bird stuffed and ready for the oven. She said she told them for five, which meant I should have it ready no later than eleven thirty.

By the time the girls had breakfast ready, I had most of the bread broken. I was sent to fetch Bob and the twins for breakfast. With the whole gang there, it was a lot like breakfast at home. As we sat down, Carol asked me to say a few words to the Goddess. I asked Her to take Ben's soul to her bosom and guide him to the Light then I thanked Her for good food, good friends and a reunited, stronger family.

My Wives (My Wives!) served a scrumptious home cooked breakfast. We had a simply wonderful time of love, friendship and fellowship. We laughed joked and generally acted a little silly. My Girls and I held hands under and over the table, sharing our love by touch. K.P. and D.J. moved from lap to lap, delivering warm little girl hugs and sloppy kid kisses. They had healthy appetites and ate what was put in front of them with gusto. Breakfast, Christmas morning in the W.D. Lloyd household, temporarily located in Bragg Creek, Alberta was a warm, happy occasion we all remembered the rest of our lives.

Breakfast over, and everyone relaxing with their coffees, I called a family meeting.

This was the first family meeting we'd had in twenty years. Bob wanted to excuse himself, saying this was a private affair, but I insisted he stay. The twins asked if they could go play with their new toys, and we let them. Bob stood by the door where he could hear and keep an eye on them and still hear what was being discussed. Being an inveterate doorjamb leaner, it was the natural post for him. I had several items on my agenda. The girls all looked a little nervous, thinking I was going to lay some heavies on them, but most of the things I wanted to discuss were of a practical and pragmatic nature.

I started with the most time-important issue first. "Jeez, My Loves don't look so worried. This is the first opportunity we've had to talk privately without other... ahem... 'distractions' as a family since we all got together. There're a few things we need to talk about, and now's as good a time as any.

"First, are we all going home together — home meaning the farm? If not, who's staying behind to finish up their business affairs?" It hurt me to even consider we might be separated by such mundane matters, but it was a real possibility we needed to discuss.

My Girls (My Girls!) looked at me a little darkly, and Carol's terse reply made me feel stupid for even asking. "David! What do you mean are we all going home together? Of course we are! We will never be separated again! We can't leave soon enough to suit me. I have no business affairs to close up."

Riekie reminded me of the last diary entry, "David, I said I was going to come home on my own a soon as I could. You won't be leaving me behind, either."

Not even pausing long enough to pull my foot out of my mouth, I ploughed on. (When I was very young, my Dad had once accused me of having all the tact of a fire truck on Judgment Day... ) "I'm sorry, My Loves, I just didn't want you to think I was making hasty assumptions. Fair enough, now we do have to make plans to get home. Several questions have to be answered. When do we leave? Do we fly to get there quicker, or do we drive? If we fly, all Carol Anne's stuff will have to be left behind, then we'll have to come back later to pack and have it shipped. If we drive, how much can we take with us? Do we gain anything by that, or does Carol Anne have more than we can take in one trip? If that's the case, we might as well leave it all here, fly home and come back later. Will the rental agency let us take the van across country? I guess the first question to be answered is for Carol Anne — how much do you have to move?"

Carol laughed and said, "I don't have very much except what's in my room. When Ben and I got married, and I found out we were moving in here, I got rid of all my furniture because I didn't need it here. Besides, it was mostly second hand stuff anyway, best suited to a small one bedroom apartment, not this big monstrosity of a house. Even the dishes we're using belong to the house, including the fine china and silverware in the dining room.

"My own dishes, everyday and fine, are in the basement, still in the boxes, including most of the things we got as wedding presents. Only items of a 'personal' nature we use regularly. There's never been any need to unpack them; everything was here ready to use. Even the bed linen belongs to the house. If it ever sells, the house is a 'turn-key' operation. I've got a few personal knick-knacks in the living room and there are a couple small appliances here in the kitchen. I never bought anything for the house. If something wore out or needed to be replaced, the company bought it. All I have is what could be called truly personal items. It's still probably more than the van will hold when you include the luggage and all that Christmas loot the twins got." She thought a moment then added. "Oh! I do have some larger items. The bedroom set in my room is mine. I inherited it from Oma."

Bob interjected at this point. "Dave, I saw a Reese trailer hitch on the van. Couldn't you rent a trailer to hold all Carol Anne's stuff and the extra luggage? A trip like that will be hard on the kids, so if you can cram as much stuff into a trailer as possible, there might be room in the back of the van to make up a place for the twins to sack out. If it all fits, you'll be able to make a clean getaway and not have to worry about returning."

I was delighted at Bob's suggestion. "That's why I asked you to stay, Old Buddy. I knew you'd contribute something worthwhile. We can't do anything on renting a trailer before tomorrow, I imagine, but we can check with the rental agency at the airport today to see if they'll let us drop the van off in Ontario. That'll tell us if we're even being realistic to consider hauling Carol Anne's stuff home or not. Princess, if you'll give me the contract, I'll phone them when we're done.

"The next thing is, when do we leave? I want to be home for New Year's Eve, so if we drive, that means we can't leave any later than Friday morning, because there's no way we can drive straight through. It's just too hard on us, especially with the kids. You can't sleep worth a damn in those seats in that van, trust me. We'd be growling at each other before we're half-way home. We'll have to stop at least two, preferably three nights to let them out and run and so we can all sleep in a bed. I guess departure time depends on when the boys were able to get the funeral scheduled, and that will determine ultimately whether we fly or drive. I guess we'll have to wait to talk to them this afternoon. Carol Anne, can you show Bob and me sometime this afternoon what things you want to take with you so we can get an idea of the size of trailer we'll need? We'll need to know so we can get it first thing tomorrow. Is everyone OK with driving back if we have the time and can get the van and a trailer?"

The girls all said yes, no problem, Carol and Riekie said they'd help with the driving, and Diane, because she didn't drive said she'd be the resident kid-sitter. Carol indicated she'd show us what we needed to see as soon as the turkey was in the oven.

The issue of going home resolved, pending more information, I moved onto my next topic. "OK, I guess that's all settled until we get the rest of the information we need. The next thing I wanted to talk about is an idea I got from something Beth said yesterday.

"She told Carol Anne even if we elect a new First Wife, she would still be the Keeper of the string, and still be First Wife in time. I took it from the way she said it that the functional position of First Wife was of some importance, and that she could be elected. Until now, we've just assumed it was based on who was literally the first, with no duties or responsibilities aside from the unspoken role of string keeper.

"I'm merely throwing this out as an idea and a suggestion. If there is to be an elected First Wife, then you three should elect her from yourselves. I can't become involved if you decide to go that way, because whether my candidate was elected or not, and whether my reasons were based on pure logic or not, I want no perception I'm playing favourites. Call it 'abstaining due to possible conflict of interest'. Please decide amongst yourselves and let me know if you even think this is a good idea. I'll abide by whatever you decide."

Riekie asked, "From the way you make it sound, this elected First Wife would assume a position of some importance in the family. Just what would she do?"

"I'm not altogether clear on that myself, but I think it means she would act as spokesman <I categorically refuse to fall into the PC lingo maze!> for all the wives and be responsible for what I might call 'executive' decisions. By that I mean there will be times when something needs to be done immediately when it isn't practical to call a family meeting to discuss it like we normally would. This is a family. We are all equal, and most major decisions should be made through meetings like this. Occasionally that won't be possible though, so we should have somebody who can make a quick decision on the spot that the rest of us will have to live with regardless of whether it was a good decision or not. We'll be talking to Mom later today. Maybe she can clarify just what it means."

Diane became involved in the discussion. "David, you said we were all equals, yet you called this meeting. Does that mean you're more equal than us?"

"Absolutely not, Muffin. Any one of us can call a family meeting anytime something is bothering us or if we become aware of something important that needs to be discussed. I called this one because I saw some things that I thought should be put before the whole family, and at least one of them, the matter of getting home, is actually quite pressing, so I couldn't wait. This issue of First Wife isn't nearly as urgent -- I just wanted to mention it while it was still fresh in my mind. But that makes me think there may be an additional role for First Wife, in that she may also chair these meetings regardless of who calls them."

Diane nodded. "OK. I understand. According to the way we understand what Beth said, First Wife for now, then, is Carol Anne just because she is the first, but we could actually elect any one of us to the position. I kind of like the idea of a First Wife as you describe it, whether it stays Carol Anne or one of us by election, but I think we should talk to Mom first to learn more."

Carol spoke up, assuming the First Wife position for the time being. "We'll talk it over, David, after we find out what Mom says and decide if we want to actually have someone do the job. Then, if we do, we'll elect one of us. We'll let you know what we do decide. Is that OK, Muffin and Princess?"

Diane and Riekie agreed.

I moved on to my next topic. "OK, that's settled for now. This next item is something Princess and I talked about in the shower this morning. We really appreciate what you, Carol Anne and Muffin, did for us, allowing us to be together for our first night together in many years, but it was also our wedding night for all of us, and we felt like we were being somewhat selfish."

The two wives protested we weren't being selfish at all, noting that they had paired up almost exclusively themselves to explore their own new love, and therefore had been their wedding night. They felt they had left Riekie out of that.

"What this brings me to is what are we going to do when we get home? In the first 'incarnation' of this marriage, Princess and Carol Anne had what we called private times, one day per week at that time, where each wife and me had twenty four hours exclusively to ourselves, including the night alone. The reasoning behind it was to be able to get to know each other on a one-on-one basis without other distractions. It succeeded beyond our wildest dreams. We fell more deeply in love and our whole marriage seemed stronger for it.

"Do you want to re-instate that practice once we're in our own home? I know Princess does, as it was she who raised the issue with me this morning." Riekie nodded. "That would avoid the issue of two of you making a spontaneous sacrifice of your own share of communal time like you two did last night, generous to a fault though it was. Again, this is a decision I'm leaving up to you wives. My position is clear — I'm all in favour of it, but if you decide against it among yourselves, I'll abide by that. OK?"

Carol, still the de facto First Wife, took the vote right then. "I don't think this needs a lot of discussion. I think we're all in favour of it, because this allows the two not with you to have one-on-one of their own, and nobody has to sleep alone unless they want to. What do you say, wives?" Riekie and Diane both agreed enthusiastically. Carol continued. "Like the last time, we'll set the schedule, and David will abide by it, especially who gets the first one. Are we all agreed, ladies?" Again, enthusiastic approval from the other two. " Motioned, voted, carried. Do you have anything else, David?"

"No, that about does it for me. Anybody else have something they want to discuss?"

Diane giggled and said she had one. Blushing prettily, she forged ahead. "At the risk of embarrassing Bob, what does the family think of spontaneous sex? I mean, if two of us end up alone for whatever reason, even if it isn't our private time together, and we get horny for each other, and want to do something about it, is that OK? I'm used to having David to myself, and Carol Anne had him for a weekend. We could do it whenever the urge struck us."

We all laughed, but it was Riekie who answered her. "I'm glad you brought it up, Muffin. You're talking about plain old quickies as opportunities present. They're fun! Spontaneity has always been one of the things that put the spice in our love life. <giggle> We never had much opportunity before, except possibly during our private times, but when we did get then, they were always fun! We have here four of the horniest people it has ever been my privilege to know. If two of us get horny for each other, even if the other two are present, I don't see a problem with that at all. The only thing I would suggest is a little discretion and a modicum of decorum around the children. What does everyone think?"

With lots of giggling, it was carried unanimously. Hey! I'm a man; men hardly ever pass up a chance at some nookie. I'd be a disgrace to my gender to nay say this issue! That was the last item discussed in our meeting, and ended it on a very positive and even suggestive note. From the lascivious looks going round the table, and especially directed at me, I wondered if maybe open season had just been declared on me.

Having successfully concluded our first family meeting, we got back to the business of getting ready for Christmas dinner. I finished breaking the bread for the stuffing, added the onions and spices, had everyone taste test it, and stuffed the bird. While I did that, the girls did the breakfast cleanup and Bob went out to play with the kids and take more pictures. We had the kitchen cleaned up and the turkey in the oven by a little after eleven. We had time now to start with our moving preparations.

I got the rental agreement from Riekie and her credit card in case there was an extra charge as a drop fee in Ontario. I noted with surprise and pleasure that Riekie had shown her address as the farm. I commented on it, and she said there was probably mail already waiting for her, as she had officially notified the post office and all other interested parties of her address change to the farm. Fortunately, the number for the airport branch was on the bill, and there was an attendant on duty. Airports and their support industries like car rentals run twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five.

I identified myself, told the lady my wife had rented a van there yesterday and gave her the contract number. She looked it up and verified the details. Riekie had taken the van on an open-ended rental, with no time limit, so we were Ok there. I asked about taking the van to Ontario and dropping it, and would it be OK to tow a trailer. The lady said she'd have to change the contract, as there would be an additional drop fee, although that would be off-set to some extent by a lower rate because of the longer term. The catch was we'd have to go out to the airport to pick up the new contract. I told her someone would be out later today. On the question of towing, she said no problem, but insurance would be less of a hassle if we used one of their trailers, which, in a stroke of pure luck, cutting down our running around tomorrow, they even had some on the lot there. What size did we need? She gave me the sizes available, and I told her whoever came out would let her know then.

Pleased that we had the van, and a trailer, Carol, Bob, and I quickly inventoried what she had. There were several boxes in the basement, all neatly labeled as to contents, and also several sturdy empty boxes that could be used for her other packing. When we checked her room, we found she had really very few clothes. She laughed and said when she came home from Ontario she'd given most of her things to Good Will, and hadn't completely rebuilt her wardrobe yet because of the maternity situation, only buying new clothes as she needed them.

She had quite a collection of bric-a-brac (mostly Inuit soapstone carvings that Sandy had started her on.), art supplies and several small canvases she was working on. The only furniture she had of her own, as she had said, was her bedroom set which she had inherited from Oma. There were a few items scattered around the house, including some small kitchen appliances and the microwave. From what we saw, Bob and I decided the mid-size trailer available would be the best.

Done checking Carol's belongings by noon, we were ready to send someone to the airport. Bob was a little bored and said he'd go for something to do. I volunteered to go with him, but Riekie said she'd go in the event there was a problem with me using her credit card. I made sure she had the original rental contract and her card back and gave the keys to Bob. He went out and started the van while Riekie got ready. She seemed reluctant to go, almost as if she was afraid I wouldn't be there when they returned, holding me in a bear hug and kissing me furiously. She finally left when Bob came back in wondering what the delay was. If all went smoothly, they'd be back in just over an hour.

Diane had the kids occupied playing some game they got for Christmas. I slipped another log on the fire, made sure it was going good, closed the screen, and wandered out to the kitchen to get a beer. Carol was busy making up cookie and dessert trays for the dinner.

She had her back to the door, working at the counter, and didn't hear me come in. Seeing her like that, performing what was basically a simple domestic task, filled me suddenly with love. I snuck up behind her and slipped my arms around her, caressing her tummy swelling with the two new lives we had made as I nuzzled a kiss just behind her ear. Carol jumped and squealed, then realizing who it was leaned back into me, laying her head back on my right shoulder, exposing the side of her throat to my nibbling kisses. Except for when she'd curled up in my lap yesterday, this was the most intimate body contact we'd had since Diane and I arrived in Calgary.

She giggled, "Didn't you always say your grandmother used to say 'you might as well kill a person as scare them to death'? Mmmmmm! If you don't stop that in the next thirty minutes, I'll whisper for help and hope nobody hears me!"

Continuing to nuzzle her throat and ear with little nibbles and kisses, I slipped my right hand under her sweater and cupped her firm breast. The whole sweet mound quickened and hardened under my gentle massage, her nipple erecting almost instantly, that hot little nubbin almost burning my palm. "Mmm-hmm. Gram had a lot of those old sayings. Whisper away. Have I told you today how much I love you?"

Carol put her right hand up and caressed my face as her left hand linked fingers with mine and ground her pert bum into my growing hard-on and sighed, "Mmmmm. Don't think so... But it feels like somebody likes me."

I slid my left hand under her sweater and caressed the warm flesh of her swelling tummy; my right hand kept up its exploration of her luscious breasts, squeezing the resilient warm flesh of her mounds, tweaking her hard nipples. "I love you, Carol Anne Lloyd, mother of my unborn children that I feel growing right here. I love you more than I can describe. You are my first True Love, my Soul-Mate. Carol Anne, I tell you three times -- I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Carol moaned as my hand teased her boobies and ground her bottom into me even harder. "Mmmm! You're making me so wet! Oh, David, I love you so much! William David Lloyd, you are my True Love and Soul-Mate, and I say to you three times — I love you! I love you! I love you!"

I dropped my left hand lower, caressing her mons and thigh through the material of her skirt. Carol dropped her right hand from my face and reached between us to fondle my cock through my pants, squeezing and stroking. My left hand continued its exploration of her thigh, bunching her skirt, working it up over her thighs. As I felt the hem of her skirt pass my fingers, I stroked onto hot bare flesh, caressing her inner thigh. Her response was immediate and rewarding. She leaned her upper body even closer into me, shifted her feet to a more open stance, thrust her pelvis forward and moaned in pleasure.

"Mmmmm... mmmm."

My left hand gently caressed up to her apex and found her curls. I stroked and petted, then dropped a little lower. Carol opened her stance even more as my fingers probed into her hot, moist sex, massaging the hard little nubbin of her clit. She gasped and moaned, her hips thrusting hard to meet my teasing fingers. "Hhhhuuhh! Mmmmmm!"

I slid a finger into her cleft, the moist, swollen lips parting easily, and felt her wetness; she was sopping already. I worked into her opening and slid my finger in to the knuckle, gently probing and teasing. I finger fucked her tight hole, then moved my finger up to her clitty, strumming and flicking it, causing her hips to hump and grind back against me. Her hand left my cock and pulled her skirt up over her cheeks.

Carol reached back to my crotch, undid my fly, and fumbled with my belt and the button until she had them undone then fished my throbbing penis out into the open. With my engorged member exposed, relieving the tension on the fabric, my pants fell to my knees and she stroked it even harder. She bent my raging hard-on down and guided it between her thighs into the slick wetness between her lips. She humped and rotated her hips back and forth, coating me with her juices. She moaned and whispered. "Mmmmm! Ni-i-i-ce! Mrs. Pussy is so-o-o hungry. She hasn't had anything to eat in months! Does Rascal, her Sweet Prince have Christmas dinner ready for her?"

My left hand continued to strum and play on her hot clitty. "I think he may have a whole banquet for her today. He and his two nutty helpers have been cooking up a storm since this morning."

She stepped back and leaned forward onto the counter, then wiggled back, her legs parted in a wide stance, until her upper body was supported only by her outstretched hands grasping the edge of the counter. I was forced to pull my hand from fondling her delightful breast flesh back to her sexy swollen belly. She reached between her legs and guided my swollen member to her sopping entrance, gasping, "O-o-o! I'm so ready! Just the main course will be fine, David! Put him in me, David! Put him in me NOW! Feed Her!"

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Pussy, Rascal says your Christmas feast is served!" I bent my knees a little to get the angle right, and entered her hot, wet, tight sheath in one smooth stroke. Her amazing muscles clutched and rippled, welcoming the friendly invader as I slid fully home. The sensation was indescribable as I plumbed her to depths very poorly charted. "Oh! Baby! You feel so good! So tight!"

She wiggled her delightful bum and shoved back, forcing me deeper, sighing in pleasure, "Aaaaahhh! My God, David, he feels so-o-o goo-oo-ood! So-o-o dee-eep! Oh, it's been too-oo long."

I stayed buried in her pulsing sheath for a few seconds, savouring the feel of her hot depths and pulsating muscles. Carol rotated her hips against me, sending new and marvelous sensations rocketing through my throbbing penis. She became insistent. "Feed her, David! Feed Mrs. Pussy! Feed her hard! Stuff it in her!"

Delirious with the sensations caused by her wonderful pussy, I was incapable of coherent speech. I grasped her more firmly around her slightly swollen tummy, reveling in the feel of her hot flesh under my hands, holding her up and into me. I grunted, pulled almost all the way back and thrust in again, establishing a rhythm. On that first thrust, she reared back into me, moaning and gasping her pleasure.

"Mmmmmm! Aaaahh! S-o-o-o go-oo-od! Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me, David! Fuck me hard!"

I thrust long and hard as she gripped the edge of the counter solidly, her hips bumping and grinding in a circular motion as she fucked back at me. She flung her head about, her hair flashing and waving. As our passion and heat worked higher my strokes shortened and became faster and harder, my hips slapping noisily against her delicious cheeks. We rutted; we fucked in primordial passion. Carol's hips bumped, ground and twisted back into me, meeting my thrusts with perfect timing. Those wonderful vaginal muscles rippled and pulsed along and around my driving pecker, fucking me from the inside, driving me almost insane with pleasure. I grunted and groaned. "O-o-o-o! Uh! Uh! Car-ol An-ne! So-o-o Ti-i-i-ght! Uh! Uh!"

I reached back down to her soft curls with my left hand, steadying her with my right, and strummed her clit, my fingers teasing her almost to madness, her hips bucking and gyrating in perfect sync with my own bucking and jerking. We climbed the mountain together, gasping and pumping, jerking and thrusting, back and forth, in and out. I was the stallion and she my mare, just two animals of the steppe in a mating whirlwind of lust and heat. Too soon we climbed together toward the summit of our staggering mutual orgasm. I felt the white hot eruption rising in me, my balls lifting and swelling to bursting. My inflamed penis swelled larger and harder, as I pounded harder and deeper. I gripped her hips tightly and pulled her back into me as Carol's muscles began a frenzied jerking and milking of my rampaging member.

Carol moaned, grunted and squealed. "Mmmm! Uh! Uh! Uh! EEEEEE! Uh! Uh! Feeed her, David! FEE-EED HERRR! UH! UH! UH!"

I felt the bittersweet pain of release rushing through my rampaging penis, the explosion almost upon me. One! Two! Three hard, full length, driving thrusts! On the fourth, I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed hard full length into her hot, convulsing depths, and held as my balls roared and erupted to send their white hot load surging through my enraged cock. My pecker swelled, convulsed, and exploded, spewing high pressure surge after surge after surge of hot, molten, sticky, baby batter deep into her convulsing, squeezing pussy, so much, I felt some squish back past the seal of my embedded rod, ooze out and dribble onto my balls.

"Uh! Uh! CUUUuuummmiiinngg!! Baby! Cuuuummmiinnng!! Uh! Uh!"

The blinding, mind-numbing intensity of my total release almost buckled my knees. At the same time as I powered that last deep, hard thrust into her, inundating her pussy to overflowing with creamy sperm, Carol's gorgeous butt slammed back hard into me, her hips grinding and humping. Her extraordinary muscles clamped and milked, stripping every last drop from my jerking member. She came explosively, her hips jerking with each shot of jism from my spitting cock, scalding my balls with gush after gush of her own hot fluid, crying out in satisfaction and release, oblivious to the noise she made.

"YES! YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! YES! AAAAIIIIEEE! OGOD! DAAAVVVIIIIID! OGOD! UUUHHH-uuuhhh!"

As we exploded tumultuously together, her knees gave out; I felt her stumble and sag, her arms collapsing from the counter, and caught her, my hands slipping under her tummy and holding her up, forcing her back into my still pulsing cock. We stayed together, weak-kneed, gasping for breath, hips still pumping gently as my cock continued to jerk and spit inside her, her muscles stroking and squeezing out every last drop of thick, white, sticky semen. Gradually our breathing relaxed and we were able to move a little. She regained her grip on the counter and I relaxed my grip on her tummy, leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck.

"Oh, David! That was so good! Rascal, her Sweet Prince, sure served Mrs. Pussy a wonderful Christmas feast! He's such a marvelous chef! She's so full! Oh! I felt every squirt of his Precious Stuff! He filled her to overflowing, I think! O-o-oh! So-o-o- Goo-oo-ood!"

At long last I withdrew from her, stepping back, my cock, still semi-erect leaving her still clasping pussy with a wet sucking sound, a gooey string of sticky sperm connecting us. White cream oozed from her still gaping hole, dribbled through her cleft, coating her lips, to her still erect clitoris and dripped onto the floor. She groaned at the lost contact, and pushed her hips back.

"OOooooo, not yet..."

I moved to help her up, tripped over my pants, now around my ankles, and almost fell to the floor, catching myself by grabbing the edge of the counter beside me. I thought we must look a sight, Carol bent obscenely, skirt hiked over her hips, a white stream of sticky sperm leaking, and dripping from her open pussy; me in my shirt-tail, pants around my ankles, semi erect penis still oozing sperm and connected to her by a long shiny string of goo. I stepped back a bit, breaking that gooey connection, careful not to trip again, bent over, and took a good look at her marvelous pussy in all its glorious mess.

Still regaining her breath and balance, holding onto the counter, Carol glanced back and saw me looking. "How does she look?"

I laughed. "Fan-fucking-tastic! But damn! I thought we'd finally taught her some manners! Mrs. Pussy is as sloppy a diner as ever, drooling her Christmas dinner all over the floor."

Carol giggled in reply "Well, what do you expect when Chef Rascal, her Sweet Prince and his two nutty sou chefs served her a meal meant for three? He's filled her up before, and I mean filled her up, but oh my! He sure outdid himself this time! What a feast! She won't be hungry again for at least an hour..."

Giggling, Carol recovered enough to heave herself upright from the counter. She turned and melted into my arms. Still shaky, we held each other, kissed tenderly in post coital bliss, and murmured mutual 'I love you's' and sweet nothings, our pelvises gently rubbing together. As we broke from the kiss, she cooed, "Oooooo... I'm so messy! I think I'll squish when I walk. I'll bet Sweet Prince is a mess, too. Lemme check." She dropped to a crouch, looked back up at me and grinned. "Oh what a lovely mess we make. Poor Rascal, he's all messy and still leaking" Then she proceeded to lick me clean.

Her ministrations to the Chef woke him out of his daze and he started to rise, looking to serve another meal, even if there was little left in the pantry to actually serve. She stroked him lovingly, then laughed and speaking directly to my penis said, "Sorry, My Prince, others may need your services later. Mrs. Pussy is already full and you need a little more rest. Go to sleep, now."

She kissed the tip and suddenly flicked her finger sharply just behind the head. Poor Rascal never knew what hit him! He collapsed almost instantly, and Carol giggled in surprised delight. "It works!"

My jaw bounced off the floor, and I just stared. Where a few seconds ago had been an almost erect penis was now a shriveled mass! Finally I got my mouth working. "W-What did you just do?"

"Oh, Princess told us about it. It's a trick they teach nurses and medical students when a patient gets an erection. I don't understand the mechanics of it — something about the location of a nerve, but it works!" She got all worried. "Did it hurt? I'd never hurt him, you know that! "

I laughed. "No, it didn't hurt a bit. Stunned me though. I've never seen anything like it. You be careful of that new trick — you might end up spoiling your own fun sometime."

She giggled. "I'll be careful."

In her crouch, Carol's thighs spread obscenely and she leaked more stringy white goop onto the floor. When she stood, she brought my pants back up with her and tucked me safely away. I offered to clean her, but she refused. She rubbed her thighs together and said she wanted to feel all messy for a while, it had been too long since she'd 'felt his Precious Stuff running out'. She'd use the bidet to clean herself up later. I helped her pull her skirt back down over her sweet hips and ran my hands lovingly over her tummy, feeling the new lives growing there. I held her in my arms once more and we enjoyed a long lovers' kiss. I could taste us both on her lips.

We separated from our tender kiss; I got a couple paper towels from the roll over the sink and wiped the mess off the floor. Carol showed me where to dispose of them, then she shooed me out of her kitchen. "What did you come in here for besides to ravish poor innocent little me, anyway? Get what you came for, and leave me to my work. I can't get anything done with you pestering me."

I must have looked a little crestfallen because she plastered herself to me and kissed me lustily with one of her patented tongue suck jobs and I tasted us both on her again. I felt my penis start to stir, and learned the effect of her little trick was very temporary. We broke the kiss reluctantly. She sighed, "Now get out of here, David. I really do have to get busy with this dinner, and I'll never get it ready with you and Rascal in here distracting me."

She pecked me on the lips, turned me around gave me a playful slap on the butt and said, "Shoo!" I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out the door. As I left the room she called after me, "Oh David, send Muffin in, please — she can help me by cleaning the vegetables... or something..."



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Chapter 76


I walked out into the big living room. The log I put on the fire a few minutes ago burned merrily in the fireplace. K.P. and D.J. had given up on the game they were playing with Diane and looked absolutely adorable as they played quietly with some of their other new toys, seemingly oblivious to us. Diane was sitting on the couch quietly watching as they played. I joined her and she snuggled under my arm as I laid back with my feet on the coffee table. We cuddled and wordlessly watched the kids playing contentedly for a few minutes.

Diane broke the contented silence, whispering, "They're so beautiful! You and Princess sure do make wonderful babies, and I already know what lovely kids we make. I just know Mrs. Lloyd's babies are going to be just as wonderful. How can we so instantly love two children we've never met before yesterday? I love those two as if I'd borne them myself."

I hugged her tighter. "Muffin, my Pixie, the secret with these two is they were raised knowing who we are, and were taught to love us sight unseen. Like their mother, their love is unconditional, undemanding and freely and openly given. They're so open with their affection we couldn't help but love them in return. They're as much our kids as they are Riekie's and mine, and they know it. They belong to all of us, as ours and Carol Anne's do. Speaking of Carol Anne, she asked you to join her in the kitchen to help clean vegetables or something for dinner."

Diane turned her sweet elfin face upward for a kiss. Our lips met in a tender lovers' kiss that gently deepened into full passion, tongues probing, swapping spit. I soon had a tent in the front of my pants, and Diane was squirming. My God! These women (My Girls!) had some kind of spell over me! I had just squirted what felt like a week's worth of sperm deep into Carol, and here I was responding to Diane as if I was fresh from a night's sleep! As we broke from the kiss she licked her lips as if tasting something.

She laughed, "Aha! Mmmm! Tastes like you were doing more than just tickling her like I told the twins." I gave her a questioning look. "Oh, you guys made so much noise we heard you all the way out here, they asked what you two were doing in the kitchen. I told them you were tickling Mommy Carol. Tastes like you tickled her real good." <Giggle> "I better go and get started cleaning those veggies. It won't be long before they have to go on the stove."

Diane scrambled off the couch, her kilt rising up her luscious thighs, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her sweet pink pussy. On her feet, she bent to give me a quick kiss. I couldn't help myself. I slipped a hand under her kilt and ran it softly up her thigh to her warm crotch. Her lovely pussy was soaking wet! She broke the sweet kiss and pushed my hand out of her steamy little snatch, her eyes twinkling with devilment. "Nn-nn! Naughty boy! Remember, Princess said a little decorum around the children!" She gave me a little peck on the lips. "Gotta go!"

Diane straightened up and literally skipped happily toward the kitchen. As she opened the door I heard her call out, "Hi, Baby Doll! Is there something you need cleaned?" <GIGGLE> I suspected more than just vegetables would be cleaned in that kitchen in the next few minutes.

After Diane went to the kitchen, I sipped on my beer and quietly watched my daughters (My Girls!) playing happily with their new toys. Presently they tired of playing, and jumped onto the couch with me. Suddenly I was smothered in little girl kisses and hugs. They wrapped their tiny arms around my neck, and I held them tight, lost in my love of these wonderful cherubs. K.P., the oldest (By seven minutes, and she'll never let you forget that.), kissed me wetly on the cheek, clinging tightly to my neck. "We love you, Daddy. Are the Bad Times really over? Are we gonna live with you now? Is Mommy gonna be happy now and not cry all the time?"

Before I could answer, D.J. with her own wet kid kiss whimpered. "Yeah, Daddy, is Mommy gonna be happy? She missed you a lot. So did we. Are we gonna be together now?"

A tear in my eye, and a lump the size of Quebec in my throat, I hugged them even tighter. "Oh, my Little Ones, I love you so much! Now that I've found you and Mommy again, I'm never going to let you go. Yes, we're going to be together. Mommy's already very happy. Did she cry much?"

K.P. said, "She cried almost every night. She didn't think we heard her, but we did. It always wakes us up when she cries. She cried last night, too, didn't she? Why did she cry when she was with you, Daddy? She was so happy before. We've never seen her so happy. What happened after?"

I wondered what else these little urchins had heard, but chose not to go there. "Mommy was remembering when a very bad man hurt her. She had to remember and cry it all out before she could be happy again. Your other Mommies and I helped her and loved her and kissed her all better. She's happy again now. I don't think you'll hear her crying herself to sleep an-y-more. Mommy is going to be laughing and giggling a lot from now on, I promise."

D.J. giggled, "We thought she was happy again, Daddy, 'cause when she stopped crying, we heard happy tickle noises and we went to sleep."

Just then there was a loud giggle and squeal of delight from the direction of the kitchen. "EEEEE! MUFF-FFIN! OOOO!!" Followed by the loud, happy giggles of two females.

K.P. hugged me tighter. "Yup! Happy tickle noises like that! Make Mommy make those noises, Daddy! It puts us to sleep when we know she's happy!"

I was deeply moved by these whiffets' extreme sensitivity to their mother's moods. I laughed. "Oh, My Princesses, Mommy will be making a lot of those happy noises! So will all your mommies and me! Those are the very best happy noises! That's not just a promise, that's a guar-onn-tee!" I hugged them close, and tried to change the subject. I wasn't ready to answer questions on how we tickled each other. "Now, Precious Ones, what was the very best thing you got for Christmas? I was so busy handing out presents I didn't get to see much."

Bouncing on the couch, as one voice, they shouted happily, almost strangling and deafening me, "YOU! DADDY! YOU!" Again, I was moved to tears, my heart bursting with love of my newfound family.

K.P. asked, "What was the best present you got, Daddy?"

In the same spirit, I replied, squeezing them to me, "I got three -- YOU AND MOMMY, My Angels, YOU AND MOMMY! Would you like to look at the picture book Mommy gave me? I bet you guys helped put it together."

"Yup! We did! But we always like looking at it."

They relaxed their fierce holds on my neck and settled down beside me. I picked the photo album off the coffee table and we started going through it starting at the first page. It was delightful to hear their comments on each picture story. They claimed they remembered being born and even remembered being cuddled together 'inside Mommy's tummy' as she told them happy stories of her and their daddy.

The twins and I had just nicely got started on the album when I saw the van with a trailer behind it pull into the driveway. I glanced at my watch — about one thirty. They had made good time! The driver's door opened, and I got a glimpse of sexy thigh as Riekie slipped to the ground. She'd obviously been showing off to Bob that she still remembered how to drive a large vehicle towing a trailer. Soon a blast of cold air heralded Bob and Riekie as the front door opened. I heard feet stomping as they shook snow off their feet and the rattle of the closet door as they hung up their coats.

Riekie appeared in the entranceway to the living room, a healthy red blush from being outdoors colouring her lovely cheeks. She was rubbing her arms and shivering. "Brrr! It's getting really cold! It's bright and sunny still and it wasn't bad when we first went out, but that wind is cold! Feels more like Portage and Main in 'Winterpeg'. Can I cuddle with you guys and get warmed up?"

Anyone who has ever visited or lived in Winnipeg during the winter knows exactly what Riekie was talking about. Portage and Main is the main intersection in the city, and is purported to be the coldest windiest spot on earth outside the Antarctic. Winnipeg's average winter temperature and snowfall have earned it the sobriquet of 'Winterpeg'.

The three of us held out our arms and welcomed her to us. She came over and looked for a place to sit. "Hmmm! Looks like my darling girls have all the seats except the best one! She promptly plunked herself, not too gently, in my lap, causing an "Ooff!" from me and giggles from the kids.

She sent shivers down my back when she put her cold arms around my neck and cuddled her otherwise very warm body into mine, screwing her shapely bum down onto a growing erection. Her kilt hiked well up her gorgeous thighs as she got comfortable, almost, but not quite, to her pussy, a truly delightful view of those luscious legs. As she cuddled in, I couldn't help but place one hand on those delightful thighs. She kissed me playfully, then licked her lips, tasting, her eyebrows arched and said mischievously, "So, what'd I miss?"

"Oh, not much. Muffin's helping Carol Anne with the dinner preparations and I'm watching our daughters (Our Daughters!). We were just looking through the book you gave me when you came..."

Every head turned as an outburst of feminine giggles and another squeal of delight erupted from the direction of the kitchen. "AAAIIIEEE! CARR-OLL ANN-NNE!! EEEEK!" Again followed by more feminine giggling.

Riekie arched her eyebrows again and giggled. "Sounds like more than supper is being worked on..."

I hugged her to me and laughed. 'The term 'quickie' isn't gender-specific, you know."

Riekie laughed delightedly and hugged me back. "I'd say from what I just tasted that it was not too long ago..." She leaned close, very obviously sniffed, kissed me and again very obviously tasted her lips. "Hmmmm... Carol Anne, I think."

D.J. poked her mother and giggled. "They're making happy tickle sounds! We like it! It makes us happy too, 'speshly when you make them, Mommy!"

"Happy tickle sounds, eh? Well, Munchkin, I like it too!" The kids launched at her and started tickling. Riekie's skirt was in serious danger of some major exposure as she squirmed, squealing and giggling under their attack. A camera flash went off as Bob caught our happy family scene on film. When we got that film developed, this particular picture was always one of my favourites.

When they'd settled down again, I checked with Bob. "So how'd things go at the airport? Any problems?"

"Nope, no problem at all. The only thing they had left to rent was the trailers and there's not much demand for them on Christmas Day, so they weren't busy at all. We got the red carpet treatment. The girl at the counter had the new contract all ready for Princess (Bob calling Riekie 'Princess' now, too? Wow!). She was really nice. Basically, she tore up the old contract and back-dated the new one to yesterday. We got the lower rate right from day one. She told you it was a lower mileage rate, but it's a lower day rate, too.

"The guy who looks after the trailers hitched everything up and made sure all the lights were working and even mounted the bigger mirrors for us. He checked all the tires for the right pressure, made sure we had good spares for both, checked that all the wheel nuts were tight, and that the jacks and tools were all there and working. It took a little longer, but he made sure we had a safe set up. Hell, he even topped up the fluids and filled the gas tank at no extra charge! He sure went the extra mile!"

Bob grinned and teased Riekie. "Of course it didn't hurt that the guy was falling all over my gorgeous sister, who just happened to show a lot of leg and just happened to leave her coat open so he could see she was braless under that sexy sweater. I bet you gave that guy a major wet dream tonight, Princess. Shit! She even gave him a hot kiss when we left! Poor guy!"

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at her appraisingly. "Don't look at me like that, David! You know how Carol Anne and I get when we're with you. You're so proud of us in public we show it off sometimes even when you're not there. That's how good you make us feel about ourselves, but we don't do it to get our own way or to be bad girls. He was so nice to us I just wanted to thank him. And after the dullness of the last twenty years, it just felt so-o good to be pretty and sexy again!"

Actually, I was extremely pleased with her actions. I trusted her one hundred percent not to cheat, but I was delighted that she found herself once again attractive and even alluring. I was proud to be seen in public with My Girls (My Girls!), and I wanted them to be proud of themselves as well. I hugged her and let her know. "Honey, you did good. I love it when My Girls are proud to show themselves in public. You are the three most beautiful women in the world, and I want the rest of the world to see what I see."

Riekie cooed and kissed me then continued with the saga of Bob's and her trip to the airport. "Oooo, David, that's so sweet, but I wasn't the only one being sexy. You should've seen Robert with the girl at the counter! He didn't tell you about her. She's a real beauty, too! Bob was drooling all over the place over her, and she knew it too! Talk about showing leg and boobies! She gave him a 'Christmas kiss' just as hot as I gave the trailer guy, maybe hotter. Did you get her name and phone number, you dirty old man? She looked a little young for you..." <giggle>

Bob blushed, but stayed the course. "Yup! Name, phone number, address, and a date for tomorrow night! Howzabout them apples, Sis? I even got her age -- very unusual! She's like you, she's older than she looks, about Muffin's age. From the colour of her hair and the way she acted, I think she might have Old Blood! I never thought to test her with an Old Ways goodbye. I think I'm going to have a very Merry Christmas indeed! Do you think Carol Anne would mind if I brought her over here tomorrow night? Hell, if everything goes well, I might be able to make a little competing noise myself for a change." He laughed, a little embarrassed at his own boldness.

Riekie bounded out of my lap and gave her brother a huge sisterly hug. "Oh, Bobby! I'm so happy for you! I was sorry to hear about you and Margaret. I liked her, but I didn't think it would last. I hope this girl does have Old Blood, the way you two hit it off, all teasing aside." Riekie got a little serious and turned to me. "David, you should have seen the way they looked at each other! It was like you talk about when you and Carol Anne met — their eyes just locked and the poor girl could hardly speak!" She turned back to her brother. "Yes, you bring her over tomorrow night. The whole family will want to meet her. By the way, when did all this take place? I didn't hear anything."

"Remember you went to the washroom? We talked then."

"Ah! That explains the hot kiss, too! David! That girl was absolutely radiant after she kissed Bob, and he was walking on air!"

I got up and took Bob's hand, then hugged him with Riekie. I looked him in the eye. "Izat right, Bud?"

Bob got a tear in his eye. "David (Bob rarely uses that name except in high emotion.), Riekie's right. I thought when it happened to you and Carol Anne that was a one in a million shot, but I'm almost positive today I met Her, the One, and I think she felt the same way. We're going out to dinner then leaving the evening open to suggestion. I might bring her over quite early if she doesn't have other plans for us."

Carol and Diane emerged from the kitchen and heard just the last bit of what Bob said, and saw us hugging him. Carol asked, "Bring who over?"

I stepped away from Bob and slipped my arm around her waist, my hand caressing her swelling tummy. I whispered close to her ear with a small laugh. "Still leaking? Did you get cleaned up?"

She whispered back, "Mmm-Hmm. Better than some old bidet, and more fun, too." <giggle>

Diane slipped her arm around Riekie and they both cuddled warmly into Bob as I announced, "Bob met a girl today and both he and Princess claim he got the lightning bolt you and I know so well. He's got a date with her tomorrow night and is gonna bring her over to meet us and maybe spend the night. He's afraid you won't let him."

Carol stepped to her brother and got in the group hug. It was getting pretty crowded around Bob, so I stepped back. Carol exclaimed happily as she hugged him. "Stuff and nonsense, Bobby! If you don't bring her here, then I'll be pissed! By the way, what's her name? Or are you keeping that a deep dark secret until we meet her?"

"No secret there, her name's on the rental contract for the van. He name is Karen Roberts. I got that from her name tag, and I think her second name is Michelle, but please don't ask me how I know that! She lives with a room mate that sounds like Princess's 'Temperance Lady' incarnate with bells on, so I know we won't be going there. Her family is from Vancouver. She didn't get home for Christmas because she's junior and drew the Holiday shift. She's in Calgary because she went to university here and never left, but she doesn't have any family here, and not many friends."

The rest of us almost rocked back on our heels. We knew the significance of that knowledge from the Blue! We just had to help this budding relationship! After all, what goes around comes around. I had an idea. My wives saw the look on my face and all grinned and nodded approval (This non-verbal communication is handy!). "Bob, what time does her shift end?"

"Dunno, why?"

"I bet she's off at four or four-thirty. Those places run twenty-four-seven, and they'll have regular eight hour shifts. Call her at the airport, and see if she'd like to come over for Christmas dinner. Even if she does work later, invite her over for dessert or drinks. Carol Anne has scheduled dinner for five, but we'll hold it for her if she's able to come. Tell her not to worry about the way she's dressed, come as she is. From the way you talk, it sounds like she's alone for Christmas, and I'm sure among us here we can find something for you to wrap and put under the tree for her."

Riekie got a thoughtful look on her beautiful face. "Hmmm! I think I have just the thing! Rick bought it for me, but I've shed myself of that life. He bought it because he thought it was the right thing to do, not out of sentiment, and it's perfect for Bob to give to Karen! I think I know right where to find it!" She ran off giggling, the twins on her heels, to find whatever it was she thought would make a nice gift for Karen.

Riekie wasn't gone long. When she returned, K.P. and D.J. in tow, she handed Bob a small jewel box. He opened it to reveal an expensive heart-shaped gold locket with a small diamond set in the cover. There was no engraving inside when he opened it. He was flabbergasted she'd give away such an expensive item. "Princess, I can't accept this! It's way too valuable."

Riekie was adamant. "Bobby! You can and you will! You've been so good to all of us as a friend, it's the least any of us can do for you. Rick gave it to me and told me to lose my 'cheap' silver one David gave me. He had no idea of the sentiment attached to it. He thought he was just replacing a cheap bauble with an expensive one. I refused to wear it, so it's brand new, and it's yours to give Karen." <I had news for Rick — that 'cheap' silver locket cost almost as much in 1965 dollars as that gold locket he got for her.> "This is the perfect gift for you to give Karen — at least this time it will be given from the heart."

Bob accepted the gift for Karen, but had other objections. "Won't she think it's a little soon to be giving her love tokens? After all, we only just met today."

Carol interjected then. "Robert Scott! If what you and Riekie say about the bolt of energy between you two is true, and the fact you seem to know her middle name is right, then she'll accept it. I know if David hadda shown up with a diamond ring in his pocket for our first date, I'd have accepted it! No questions asked! That's how much I knew he was the One!"

I laughed. "Jesus H. Christ, Bud! You're afraid she'll be put off by a heart locket, and yet you're hoping to bed her on your first date? C'mon!"

"OK! OK! You guys! I've never felt like this before, not even with Margaret! I'll give it to her as a Christmas present, alright?" Riekie took the locket back from Bob saying she'd wrap it for him, but he had to sign the card.

Bob continued. "As far as bedding her, that's probably a pipe dream! Sheesh!"

Again Carol interjected. "Robert! Remember how fast David and I connected and how soon we were sexually active? We were teenagers with little life experience, and certainly no experience with the opposite sex. That was the only thing that slowed us down. I was so wet and ready on my first date, if David had tried anything, I'd have let him. Even then, not only were we making love like wild bunnies by the middle of August, we were married. You're both adults, with all that behind you, and you have our experience to draw on. I think — no, I know, if she had an experience like I had, she'll have her toothbrush with her."

Riekie added her bit. "Carol Anne's right, Robert. David and I didn't experience the lightning bolt he and Carol Anne and you and Karen did, but the second I realized I was in love with him, which was the first time I met him, I would have gladly let him do me in front of the whole family!"

Even Diane had to say her piece. "Jeez! You guys are making me envious! One thing I do know -- when I met David, the very first time, I knew right then I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. That's how fast I knew. My head was so fucked up by what my step-father did to me, I was afraid of sex, but if I'd known then what I know now and been able to feel what I feel now, I'm sure I'd have been on my back faster than you can say 'Jack the bear'. If Karen isn't carrying baggage like I was, you're gonna get your brains fucked out tonight." She stood there hip shot, almost glaring at Bob to defy her.

Bob blushed brightly at their candor. I had too, the first time they'd admitted to me the depth of their initial passion all those years ago and I was a little shocked at Diane's outburst; I'd never heard her use the 'f' word before except when we made love, but it certainly made her point, and just showed how far she'd come in the last year.

Bob laughed. "Too much information, ladies! But your points are noted and taken."

I looked at the time. "Show time, Bud! It's almost two. You better call her right away. We still hafta call home, too, and I don't want to leave that too late. We'll have company most of the evening and won't get much of a chance."

Bob went to the phone, Riekie handed him the contract with the agency phone number on it, and Bob nervously dialed the number. Someone answered, and Bob asked. "May I speak with Karen Roberts, please?"

"Oh! Hi! I didn't recognize your 'professional' voice. Bob. Bob Scott here. <Some things never change!> <Grin> You and I spoke this afternoon... 

"Oh, no! I'm not calling anything off! Yes, we still have a date." Bob smiled into the phone.

"Well, Karen Michelle, <A happy squeal on the other end that we all heard, and an interrogative.> I don't know how I know, I just do.

"Listen, Karen Michelle <the sound of that was similar to our own name thing, and I'm sure Karen was melting herself.> the reason I called... 

"I'm very pleased you like the sound of it. Yes, Robert is fine, especially when you say it. Anyway, the reason I called... Did you have any plans for Christmas dinner? My family and I thought you might be alone for Christmas and might like to join us for dinner.

"No! No problem at all! It's their invitation as well as mine.

"Yes I'm sure! And what you're wearing is fine! We don't wait on ceremony.

"Good! You'll have a great time! What time do you get off work?

"Four? Dinner's for five, but my sister says she'll hold for you if you're a little late. Do you want me to pick you up or do you have your own car?

"Alright, if you insist. I can come for you if you want... 

"OK. Here's the directions and the phone number if you get lost."

Bob gave the address and phone number to Karen. "Oh, you know Bragg Creek a little? Then you shouldn't have any problem finding us. I'll keep an eye out for you. You'll recognize the van and trailer in the driveway anyway.

"OK, Karen Michelle, <Love dripped off those words. I'd never seen Bob like this! He was showing a side of him that I never knew existed.> I don't want to tie up your work phone, so I'll say good bye for now and see you sometime after four.

"OK, Karen Michelle. 'Bye!" Bob sent her a wet phone kiss. He must have got one back, because he got off the phone with that goofy grin he gets.

The girls were all agog. Carol spoke for them. "Well, is she coming for sure?"

Bob was off in dreamland somewhere and took a second before replying. "Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! She's coming. If her relief is on time, she should be here by four thirty or so."

With that, My Girls (My Girls!) threw their arms around each other and squealed in delight, then joining hands in a circle around Bob, including the twins, they skipped around in a little dance, giggling and chanting, "Bobby's got a girl friend! Bobby's got a girl friend!" Bob started to blush, but when they saw his embarrassment, they stopped. Carol spoke for them again. "Don't mind our teasing, Robert (There was a new softness to the way she used his name that Bob reacted to positively.), we're just so happy for you!"

I broke up the celebration over Bob's good fortune by reminding them we should call home like we promised before it got any later. We gathered round the phone as I dialed the number. Mom answered right away. She had us wait while Paul turned on the speaker phone. Carol ran upstairs and quickly got the phones from her room and Ben's and we quickly plugged them in. (There were several jacks in the living room, part of the design feature to allow for different furniture placement.) We spent the next forty five minutes visiting with all the folks back home and bringing them up-to-date on all that had happened since Diane and I left home.

First, we introduced Riekie and Bob to Paul. Even over the phone it was love at first sound, as it had been with Carol before them. It was more like a reunion than meeting someone for the first time. Riekie was delighted with the aunts and asked Jo some pertinent medical questions, suggesting various things. Then we got on to the news from our end.

Mom already knew most of the Plan details because of Beth bringing her into it, but still wanted all the facts as they occurred. They were all amazed at the windfall from Ben's will. When we described the wedding and the twins' participation, Mom was delighted. Talking about Ben's passing saddened us all again, but Mom and the aunts seemed pleased especially with the way he went. As we went on to describe our Christmas so far, the mood lightened again, especially when we broke the news of Bob's new girl and the strong likelihood she was Old Blood.

There wasn't much news from the home front. After all, it had only been thirty six hours or so since we left. All the big events had been at our end, and those had moved forward at an almost breakneck pace. Rhiannon and Jenny were excited about all the neat stuff they got for Christmas, as were the twins. We let the twins speak directly to Rhiannon, and it was as if they'd known each other all their lives. In a way, they had, through their Sight. Although the communication was imperfect, more by symbols and dream images, still the emotion was there.

We weren't originally going to tell the people at home that the twins were my kids until we got there, but you can't keep good news like that to yourself, especially when the twins kept referring to me as Daddy when they talked to Rhiannon, which everyone at the other end could hear. Mom's curiosity got the better of her and she asked why the twins called me Daddy. My simple answer of 'Because I am their Daddy.' wouldn't mollify her either. So Riekie jumped in and gave a quick account of how it came to be. Needless to say, the people at the other end were dumbfounded.

During the conversation, we asked Mom about the status of First Wife. We explained how we understood it, and she basically confirmed what we'd figured out on our own. She emphasized we didn't have to elect anyone, and could continue as we were if we were happy with it. She did see the practical merit in it as we did, and said Carol could remain the de facto First Wife as she now was, or we could elect another.

She suggested if we did elect someone else that Carol should always be the fall-back in the event the elected First was ill or otherwise indisposed. That made a lot of sense to us basically preserving Carol's original position in the family. She also suggested a rotating term of three months so all three could get a taste of it before deciding on a permanent choice. Mom urged us to try to manage as much as possible with our family meetings, though, saying First Wife should only exercise her position when all else failed, just as we thought. I left it up to the wives to decide from there what they wanted to do.

Mom reminded us that although Carol, Riekie and I had been together before, twenty years apart could've made huge differences in the way we did and perceived things and that Diane and I had eight years of actual marriage and accumulated habits that might turn out to be an issue. She was preaching to the choir when she reminded us family meetings and frank, open discussion were the only way to resolve the issues that would inevitably arise. She thought that would actually be minimal, though, because of our strong four-way bonding. I thought so, too, due partly too our almost uncanny ability to think the same things at the same time and the resulting ability to communicate non-verbally. I'd already seen the three women, one of whom was a virtual unknown to the other two, function in the kitchen and at other routine chores as a well-oiled machine.

After a bit more chit chat and visiting, I looked at the time and announced we had guests arriving soon that we had to prepare for. Dad asked when we'd be coming home. I told him we wouldn't know until later tonight after talking to Jamie and Robbie. We'd give them a call again tomorrow to let them know when we were leaving, and whether we were flying or driving. I told him we were all set up to drive, but wanted to be home for New Year's Eve. If the funeral didn't leave us enough time to drive safely, we'd fly. Either way, we would advise them.

We all exchanged 'Merry Christmas', 'Can't wait to see you', and so on. As we said our goodbyes, Mom said a short prayer to the Goddess and ended with Her benediction, 'May the Goddess protect you and guide your spirit'.

After we got off the phone, My Girls (My Girls!) led me under the mistletoe and the three of them kissed me to distraction and a massive erection. Then they disappeared into the kitchen to make final dinner preparations and I'm sure to plot out some female plan for Bob and Karen. A lot of pot banging and female giggles and squeals emanated from the kitchen after that.

I settled back on the couch with the twins and resumed where we'd left off with the photo album. If the kids saw the tent in my pants, they never said anything. They laughed and giggled as they told their versions of the picture stories. Bob sat in the big chair in front of the fire, daydreaming happily.

Presently Diane came out of the kitchen and took me by the hand, pulling me to my feet. "David, come with me, you and I have a job to do. Robert (Another one using his name with that new softness!), can you mind the kids for a few minutes, please? Come, David."

Bob shook himself out his reverie. "Uh! Sure Muffin! No Problem."

She pulled me toward the stairs. "What's going on, Muffin?" She looked back where Bob had settled in with the twins and put a finger to her lips. Aha! Some nefarious female scheme for Bob and Karen was afoot! When we got upstairs, she led me to a linen closet.

As she loaded my arms with clean bed linen and towels, she explained, "Karen may stay and she may not, but if she does, the room has to be ready and right, like we did for Momma Pie and Momma Jo. We talked it over, and if what Princess saw and Robert felt is right, we'll have a new sister-in-law by this time tomorrow. You heard them on the phone. I got all wet just hearing him say her name! Carol Anne said there were more candles. Can you see them on the top shelf? Get down four that should be enough. We need fresh ones for our room tonight, too."

I could see several fat candles. I handed several to Diane and put four on top of my load of linens and towels. Diane said, "Take that stuff to Carol Anne's old room. She said there were some robes in the cupboard by the hot tub. I'll get them and meet you to make up their bed." She ran down the hall ahead of me and darted into our room.



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Chapter 77


I took my load of linens to Carol's room. I had to move slowly to balance the candles on top, and so Diane caught up just as I entered the room. She placed her load of robes on top of a dresser then took the candles off the top of my load. I set the linens and towels on the foot of the bed and heard the door close. As I turned to ask her what next, a small package of feminine heat attacked me, latched unto my lips and sucked my soul right out through my mouth in a tongue-suck, cock-throbbing kiss that lasted for about ten years, I think.

As we kissed, her arms around my neck pulled so tight, she almost literally climbed up my body. I dropped my hands to her sweet firm cheeks and lifted, helping her up. Supported thus, she wrapped her legs around me as the passionate face sucking went on and on, and ground her hot little pussy into my now raging hard-on. Her face still glued to mine, Diane dropped her right hand between us and felt my boner through my pants, making me even harder.

I felt her fumbling with my fly, then it was down, and her hot little hand reached in to stroke my bare flesh. I moaned into her mouth as she grasped and squeezed my inflamed penis. She massaged it a couple times then withdrew her hand. I felt her fumbling with my belt and then the button on my pants. When I felt them released, I knew what she wanted. I lifted her away from me a little as her hand worked back in and withdrew my throbbing hard-on. She stroked me a bit then bent my cock down until it slid underneath her into her sopping cleft.

Diane again wrapped both arms tightly around my neck, tightened her legs around me, and worked her hips back and forth, coating my member with her slick juices. The whole time, she kept my mouth imprisoned with hers, moaning into mine. Her arms tightened more as she pulled herself higher. I slid my hands from her lovely butt cheeks more down onto her bare thighs then slid them back up, carrying her skirt upward. My hands on her warm bare bum, I had a better grip. I lifted her, my cock centred beneath her, and I lowered her back onto it, the tip finding her tight opening naturally.

As I entered her hot, tight tunnel, Diane broke from our kiss, gasping, looked into my eyes and breathed, "O-o-oh! Feels so good! Do me, David, Do me good!"

I lowered her down until she was completely impaled, her wonderful muscles pulsating along the length of my engorged rod. I'm sure I've been just as hard other times, but I couldn't remember when (You never can!). My arms were getting tired from holding her weight. Hobbled by my fallen pants, I duck-walked to the bed, and as my knees hit, I leaned forward. Diane realized what I was doing, and let her arms extend, holding my neck with just her hands. As her bum touched the mattress, she let go and dropped her arms behind her to cushion her as she fell backward onto the bed, my cock still buried balls deep in her seething, clasping pussy. She wrapped her legs around mine, locked her heels behind my thighs, and pulled me as deep into her as I could get. She pulled her sweater up, exposing those delectable boobies and started playing with her nipples, moaning.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

Relieved of her weight, I leaned forward, placed my hands on her hips and started to move inside her sweet little body with long, full strokes, gazing into those sparkling brown eyes so full of passion and love. Diane played with her own breasts, squeezing and massaging, tweaking her nipples, smiling in pleasure. Her vaginal muscles gently massaged my skewering penis as I slowly stroked in and out of her beautiful, tight little snatch, our hair mingling each time I bottomed, mashing her hard little nubbin on my pubic bone. I bent my face to her shapely breast, nuzzling a hand aside. She gasped and moaned as my lips sought and sucked her delicious pink nipple.

"Haaahhh! Oh! Mmmmmm! Ni-i-i-i-c-ce!"

All too soon the passion built as we started up that familiar mountain, my strokes becoming shorter, faster, harder. We climbed higher up that steep slope as I fucked into her, our breathing starting to come in gasps. She fucked right back, her hips lifted and pushing, taking, and wanting all my thrusting penis she could get. We climbed still higher, fucking and rutting. We became two animals in a mating frenzy, our hips mashing and slamming. I kissed, nipped, and sucked her sensitive nipples as we humped and pumped together. She moaned and gasped her delight as my thrusting, pounding penis pleased her.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm! Aaaaaa! Yes! David! Yes! Ahhhhhh!"

My hips thrust and pounded my rampaging boner deep and hard into her tight, wet sheath, making wet slurping sounds as my thighs slapped against her hot cheeks. We went further still up that mountain as her muscles rippled and massaged my rutting pecker. Her legs securely locked around mine, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her into me. I pounded, she humped. We lurched and bucked together. Diane moaned and grunted as I pounded into her sweet pussy.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Mmmmmmm! Uh! UH!!"

We neared the top of the mountain together as I poked and prodded into her steaming depths, her hips humping back into mine, meeting me with perfect timing, our pelvises mashing and grinding together. As I pounded into her, she humped back onto my driving cock, her copious fluids seeping and squishing out, dribbling onto my balls. The summit was close; I felt that familiar bittersweet pain of release building as my balls pulled up tight to the base of my penis in preparation for their discharge. Diane got there with me, her hips writhing and bucking on the bed, her muscles clamping urgently on my length. She laughed and yelled her delight and need, her hands pounding a tattoo on the mattress, her beautiful elvin features contorted with lust and passion... 

'OGOD! YES! YES! FUCK ME DAVID! YES! YES!YES! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! FU-UCK MEEE!"

The summit was so close I redoubled my efforts, spurred on by her own urgency. I pumped and ground into her heaving gyrating pulsating pussy. Her muscles pulsed and rippled around my pulsating cock. I drove and thrust, pounding her harder. Her hips pounded back into mine in perfect sync, finishing the fantastic scramble to the top together. My cock swelled even harder. Her muscles clamped tighter. We neared the very peak, the jet stream taking us that last little bit to the climax. Diane's voice rose, begging for release and fulfillment.

"YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! YES! DAVID! PUSS-SSY'S HUNN-GRYY! FILLER UP! YES! OGOD!"

I pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in. Once! Twice! Three Times! On the fourth hard deep thrust, we reached the very tip of the mountain and stepped off together. I plunged deep into her clutching, clasping pussy and held, mashing her clit hard against me. Diane's muscles clamped and milked, her arms came off the bed and wrapped tightly around my chest. Her legs locked hard and pulled me tighter into her. My head spun and I saw stars. I gasped and grunted.

"Uh! Uh! Muffin, Baby! I'm... Uh!... Cummmmmiiinng! Uh! Uh! Cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnngg!"

My knees almost buckled as my balls heaved and erupted, squirting geyser after geyser after geyser of hot, sticky creamy sperm deep into her hungry pussy, filling her beyond capacity, some leaking back past my cock, spilling onto my balls. I came and came. It felt like I unloaded a quart or more of my steaming juice. As my cock spit out its first charge of molten white baby goop, Diane's body convulsed hard, quaking and jerking. Her steaming pussy clamped tight around my erupting penis as those marvelous muscles milked and squeezed out every drop of baby batter. Her body shook and quaked each time my surging member squirted its cargo of viscous white fluid deep within her welcoming body. My balls were drenched as her pussy convulsed and squirted its own scalding fluid, her body clasped to mine in a seeming death grip of legs and arms, and she screamed!

"AAAIIIEEEE!! DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIDDDDD!"

My hips still jerking, I collapsed on top of her, gasping, knees shaking. My mouth found hers, and we kissed long and hard, tongues, dueling as my still jerking, spitting penis delivered the last bit of its precious load. Her pussy convulsed and rippled, sucking out the last remaining bits. Our lips still sealed, our breathing slowed, and the kiss became more gentle, loving as my sated penis softened and slipped out of her with a wet sucking sound.

We broke the kiss tenderly, and I raised myself up on still shaky arms and legs, looking down into her beautiful elvin face. Her eyes were moist, full of love and contentment; her skin flushed from head to toe with that distinctive blush of satisfaction and orgasm. I looked deep into those gorgeous brown eyes, and for the third time today, felt the complete and total unreserved love of a woman for me, and my own complete and total unreserved love for her.

Diane whispered, her hands gently caressing my shoulders as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Oh, David, I love you so much! You are my True Love! You know just how to do me best, every time!" She wiggled her hips beneath me, pressing her hot pussy into my flaccid member. "And Pussy says Rascal, her Sweet Prince is her True Love too!" <Giggle>

I kissed her sweetly. "Diane Marie Lloyd, I love you more than I can tell, Words alone aren't good enough." And to the third person today (Significant? You bet!). "Muffin, you are my True Love, my Soul-Mate. I tell you three times — I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Diane, tears in her eyes, locked her arms around my neck and held me in a firm gaze. "You are my True Love and Soul-Mate and I tell you three times, William David Lloyd -- I love you! I love you! I love you!"

I fell into a bit of a reverie as I gazed into Diane's eyes. For the third time today, I had declared my love three times and had it returned three times. Although I had realized the possibility of multiple simultaneous True Loves many years before, and accepted it as reality in my life, I was still constantly amazed at how much I could love each of My girls (My Girls!), and still love them all so completely. The concept was fairly simple, but the reality was wonderfully, satisfyingly, mind boggling. I reveled and basked in the glow of Diane's love as it washed over me and surrounded me like a warm blanket.

Each of My Girls loved me completely, but each of their loves was also different, reflecting their diverse, but similar personalities. Diane's love was warm, nurturing, mothering, but with a deep smoldering passion underlying it all.

Carol's love was passion and heat, given with almost childlike joy, exuberance and extremes of emotion, and totally incomplete without the return. She was the first of my True Loves and held a special place of honour in my heart.

Riekie's love was warm like Diane's, focused entirely on me, giving, always giving, expecting nothing in return. The difference with Riekie? While she loved the other two wives completely and without reservation, I was her One True Love. Her Man, her best friend, was everything to her aside from her children and her wives. I suspected the other two felt the same, but Riekie was the only one who had actually stated it, and emphatically at that

Yet I was deeply humbled and gratified by the one thing I knew they all held in common. All three thought of me as some kind of miracle man or super man. My antecedents didn't hail from Krypton and my name isn't Kal-el, but you'd better not try to tell them that. I knew I wasn't Superman — I was married to three Superwomen, who knew instinctively what buttons to push. They were my strength, not the mystical power of some long dead exploded comic book planet. Still, I did kind of like the fit of the cape... 

I returned from my trance, saying a silent word of thanks to the Goddess for the good fortune of these three delectable creatures. Diane giggled, still wrapped warmly around me, her smoldering pussy gently pumping against me. "David, you looked so far away! Where did you go?"

I kissed her luscious, pouty lips tenderly. "Not far, Muffin, my love, not far. I was just lost for a moment, bathing in the total love of the three most wonderful creatures in the universe, counting my blessings and thanking Her for them."

"Oh, David! That's so sweet! I'd love to lay here and cuddle but we came in here to do something sweet for Bob and Karen..."

I sighed, the moment gone now, then grinned. "Hhhhhhh... You're right, Sweetheart. No rest for the wicked, eh? Up'n'at'em!"

I kissed her sweetly one more time then straightened up and stepped back, almost tripping over my pants, which had fallen around my ankles, causing Diane to giggle loudly. I took a long, lingering look as she lay there, her knees still drawn up, her hand idly toying with her pussy. Six months ago, this wanton pose would have been total anathema to my sexy little pixie.

I reveled at the sight of her now. Her sweater was pulled up revealing her sweet, almost teen-like boobies, nipples still erect. Her colourful kilt was hiked over her hips; her knees drawn up and open, showing off that luscious muff with its soft mat of brown curls. Right now, those lovely curls were wet and matted with our combined juices. Her inner thighs glistened with sperm and girl juice. Her small pussy gaped open, the pretty pink inner lips still blossomed petal-like, oozing a stream of white goo that dribbled down between her cheeks over her little pink star and dripped obscenely onto the bed, into a rather large and very wet spot on the sheet. She was an awe-inspiring picture of a well-fucked woman with a very well-fucked pussy. I bent down and placed a wet kiss on her mound, giving her slot a quick lick with my tongue with a light flick to her clitty, tasting both of us.

Diane shuddered at the contact, giggled and asked. "How does she look?"

I straightened again and laughed. "Fan-fucking-tastic, Sweetness! That, I think, is what is called a well-fucked pussy, which makes you, I believe, a well-fucked woman! But we better get you up out of there before we ruin the mattress. The sheet is already soaked."

She dropped her gorgeous legs, but still lay there for a moment gently rubbing her tummy. "Pussy sure feels like a well-fucked pussy. Rascal really filled her up! And I sure feel like a well-fucked woman. I must be with a beautiful new baby growing in me!" She looked at my sated penis and grinned. "Rascal is a real mess. I better clean him up."

Diane slid off the edge of the bed to her knees, come dribbling from her sopping sex and coating her thighs. She promptly took my flaccid member into her mouth and hands. She cleaned me thoroughly, all the while whispering sweet nothings to her friend Rascal. Satisfied with her cleaning job, she kissed my penis on the tip. "There! All clean now! Sleep tight, my Sweet Prince!" Damn these nymphs and their anthropomorphisms! I loved it!

Diane pulled my pants up as she stood, and gave me a quick, tender lover's kiss. I fastened my pants, and offered to clean her. She rubbed her thighs together, and like Carol, said, "No. I want to feel the mess for awhile. It makes me feel all sexy and tingly. I'll clean up a little later." I kind of had a notion how she'd get herself clean... 

I helped her pull her kilt down and straighten her sweater. The room reeked of sex. Even though it was one of those super cold western winter days, I opened the window to air the place out while we worked. Cold, fresh air soon filled the room displacing the odour of recent sex. Goose bumps on our arms, we quickly tore the sheets off the bed to minimize damage to the mattress. Fortunately, the sheets were thick and absorbent. Only a tiny spot had marked the mattress. We made up the bed with fresh sweet-smelling linens.

As she went to place the heavy towel we normally put out for the lady, Diane giggled. "What side should I put it on?"

"Your side."

She giggled harder. "But I'm not going to be here with Robert!"

I laughed with her. "No, but Bob is right handed like me. He'll probably want her on his right side, just like I do with you."

"Oh! And if he doesn't? Hmmm... Maybe I'll put down two towels to be safe." And that's what she did.

The bed made up, we replaced the duvet and comforter and then turned the bed down invitingly. Diane laid two terry robes on the foot of the bed, and set out more heavy bath towels in easy reach. She checked the en suite bath and verified there were lots of towels. She went out to the linen closet and returned with a new toothbrush, fresh tooth paste and a cheap but serviceable new brush and comb set. I asked how Carol came to have all this stuff. Diane said Carol told her they kept a few items like that around in case the boys came over and forgot their travel kits. Everything neat and in place, we set out the candles. We didn't light them just yet. One of the girls would slip in later in the evening to light them so they would last all night.

Satisfied, we left the room. I closed the window just before we left and turned the thermostat up a little to warm the room back up. What we left behind was a cozy little love nest for Bob and his new Girl if they decided to use it. Diane and I slipped our arms around each other, and headed down the stairs. Carol was setting out some trays of Christmas goodies when we came down. Bob was still on the couch with the twins, and the photo album. He stood up as we entered the room, indicating I should replace him as he returned to his chair by the fire. I checked my watch; it was still only a quarter of four!

Diane asked where Riekie was, and was told she'd taken a few minutes to fill in her diary in the den and wrap Bob's gift to Karen. Diane giggled and ran off toward the den. As she opened the door, I heard her say, "Princess, there's something I need your help with..."

I glanced at Carol as she turned to return to the kitchen. She grinned, suppressed a giggle, and waltzed away, hips swinging exaggeratedly, doing amazing things to her kilt. I sat on the couch, replacing Bob with the twins. The kids cuddled up to me. D.J. giggled and said, "We heard you making happy tickle sounds with Mommy Diane! She sure looks happy now." I blushed and I heard Bob snort.

"Happy 'tickle sounds', eh? So that's what you call the racket you guys make now, is it?" Then he laughed and laughed.

"Racket? Hey, Bud, if you keep me awake all night, just remember that in the morning!"

Suddenly we heard the sounds of female giggles and a squeal of delight from the den, "EEEEE! OH! PRIN-CESS! OH!"

A few minutes later, another peal of giggles and another voice squealed, "Aaaiiiee! OH, MUFF-FFIN!!" Then more giggles.

K.P. clapped her tiny hands in joy. "Mommy and Mommy Diane just made happy tickle sounds! It's so good to hear Mommy happy!"

Bob and I broke down into more laughter and traded gentle ripostes as I went through the album with the twins. The little girls hadn't had a nap today, and were getting a little noddy. K.P. curled up tight against me on one side, and D.J. on the other. K.P snuggled tighter. "Hmm. You smell nice, Daddy. I love you so much." Next thing I knew, she was asleep in my lap. D.J. wasn't far behind as she snuggled into the other side. "You do smell nice, Daddy. I love you, too." She followed her sister into peaceful slumber. I dozed with them, enjoying the feel of their small warm bodies cuddled to mine.

A short time later, we were awakened by the door bell. Riekie called from the top of the stairs for me to answer the door (How did she get up there? I didn't think I'd been that out of it.). I got up, followed by two surprisingly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed little girls. The twins trailed me to the door. I opened it to be greeted by Robbie and Jamie. "Merry Christmas, David! Merry Christmas K.P and D.J.!"

I hugged them both, and the kids grabbed onto their legs. "Merry Christmas, yourselves, guys! C'mon in! Jeez! You two shouldn't hafta ring the bell, but just walk in. This is your house, not mine."

Robbie laughed. "We may own it, but as long as your family is here, it is your home, and we always knock. It'd be bad manners to do anything else."

I was really impressed with these young men. Ben and Carol had done a superb job of raising them. Polite, but not obsequious, they carried themselves with an air of quiet pride and self-confidence. This pair would do well. I helped them carry in several packages and helped them off with their coats. As we entered the living room, My Girls (My Girls!) came floating down the stairs dressed in their wedding gowns, visions of true beauty.

I noticed the boys give them all admiring stares. Jamie, the younger, whispered to me. "David, you have got to be the luckiest man in the world, to land not just one, but three of the most beautiful women on earth."

I clasped him about the shoulder. "I am, Jamie, I am, and thank you. They are precious, aren't they?"

All three ran up to the boys, hugged them close, and gave them warm kisses and a 'Merry Christmas' greeting. Then they gave me a warm hug and kiss, too. They smelled fresh as daisies. Not only had they changed, but managed a quick shower. Women can move quickly when they want to.

Robbie gave the girls another openly admiring once-over, and said, "Carol Anne, you told us this was casual. You three are all dressed up formal in your wedding gowns. You ladies look absolutely stunning. I feel under dressed."

All three blushed at the compliment and curtsied to him! Carol giggled and hugged him. "Why thank you, kind sir! Robbie, it is casual for you. It's just that we're having a special guest, and we wives wanted to make the very best first impression on her."

Robbie was non-plussed. "Special guest?"

Carol giggled again. "Yes, it was a little sudden, but Robert has invited a very special lady friend to have dinner with us, and from what Princess, uh, Riekie tells us, she's very special indeed. She's the only one besides Robert who's met her. Now, you boys sit down and visit while we finish getting dinner ready. Robbie, welcome home. You know where everything is, would you be a dear and make sure everyone has a drink? And we're not that formal tonight. We're still eating in the kitchen. You know what a bother it is to use that damn dining room."

Robbie grinned from ear to ear, his delight at eating in the kitchen obvious. My estimation of these boys just kept going up. "Now that's more like it! Jamie we're home again! Thanks, Mom!" With the exception of Bob, you could have knocked me and several others over with a feather when Robbie called Carol 'Mom' and with that familiar tone that said it had been used a lot! They may not have been that much younger than her, but it was obvious Carol had made a lasting and profound impression on these boys.

Riekie handed Bob a small parcel and told him to fill out the tag, which he quickly did, then he secreted it under the tree. The girls disappeared into the kitchen, and as they opened the door, the most delicious aromas floated out. Soon we heard the bang and clatter of pots and pans and the busy chatter and giggles of the three women as they finished dinner preparations.

While Robbie took orders for drinks (beer for Bob, himself and me; juice for the little ones and a soft drink for Jamie, the driver.), Jamie spread their gifts under the tree. When we sat down finally, to visit, the twins contentedly took up positions on the boys' laps, and those young men just ate it up. We visited and laughed and joked as if we'd known each other for years, which Bob had, but I'd only known them a day.

I noticed Bob had parked himself in a chair with a view of the driveway and kept glancing anxiously out the window. He was starting to get very antsy, when about a quarter to five, a car pulled in behind his. He was on his feet in a flash, heading for the door. I sent K.P. and D.J. to let their mothers know Karen was here. They ran to the kitchen door, literally screaming excitedly, "She's here! She's here!"

Three beautiful cannonballs came barreling out of the kitchen. By the time the doorbell sang out its last chime, My Girls (My Girls!) had lined us all up, including Robbie and Jamie, in the living room in front of the tree to greet our guest. They had me at the head of the line, Carol on my left, then Riekie, then Diane and then the boys. My wives and I all had our arms around the one next to them. The twins were placed strategically in front of us. My Girls appeared very nervous and fidgeted accordingly. My god! You'd have thought they were expecting the Queen!

We heard the door open, and an exchange of warm voices and 'Merry Christmas' then the sound of the closet being opened and closed as a coat was hung up. There was a fairly long silence, then Bob appeared with a beautiful young woman, holding her hand. From the flush on their faces, I knew what the long silence had been — the traditional friendly 'hello' kiss at the door had turned into a smooch!

As Bob and Karen approached us to make the introductions, I recognized her. She was the same girl who had served Riekie yesterday. When I'd seen her yesterday, she looked pretty, her blonde hair with red highlights similar to Carol's had been done in a tight bun and she wore her company's uniform. Both were designed to form a 'professional' appearance similar to that of many airline stewardesses of the day. The effect was supposed to be attractive but businesslike.

Today, she wore a simple skirt to just above her knee that hugged a lovely set of hips and revealed a very attractive pair of legs. She was a little taller than Riekie, but shorter than Carol. Like My Girls earlier, she wore a simple pullover sweater that hugged and emphasized what appeared to be very attractive breasts. Unfortunately, it appeared she wore a bra, an unnecessary encumbrance from my perspective. Her hair was simply gorgeous! She'd let it out of the professional bun, allowing it to fall in shimmering waves to her shoulders framing a face that could only be described as angelic with dazzling blue eyes. Bob had landed himself a winner for sure, and looking at her, I was sure she had Old Blood.

As they came up to us, all three of my wives took a deep breath to calm themselves. I felt Carol's arm tighten around my waist in nervous anticipation. By the time he was ready to introduce us, most of the hot flush had left Bob's face, and he simply beamed like the cat that swallowed the canary.

Bob halted them in front of us and started the introductions. "Family, I'm pleased to present Miss Karen Michelle Roberts." I saw Karen gasp at the sight of My Wives and she whispered something to herself.

He guided Karen to me first. "Karen Michelle, this is David Lloyd, my brother-in-law and my oldest friend. We've known each other and been friends for over twenty years."

She held out her hand as she spoke, her voice a pleasant alto. "Ah! Mr. Lloyd, we didn't actually meet yesterday, but I recognize you now. Pleased to meet you. Merry Christmas."

I ignored the proffered hand and instead, pulled her into a warm hug, which she returned heartily. "No misters here, Miss, just us Davids. Merry Christmas, Karen Michelle. Welcome, and thank you for joining us to share the bounty the Goddess has given us. Hope you don't mind eating in the kitchen. We don't like the dining room in this old mausoleum."

I felt her stiffen in surprise at my reference to the Goddess. When we released from the hug, her eyes were sparkling with joy. She very deliberately reached up and gave me a warm kiss then said softly. "Thank you for inviting me David. I'm glad to share in Her bounty wherever it's served." Bob had scored Big Time!

Next, Bob guided her to My Wives. "Karen Michelle, please meet my sisters and my cousin, Mrs. Carol Anne Lloyd, Mrs. Riekie Lloyd whom we call Princess, and Mrs. Diane Marie Lloyd, who prefers 'Muffin'. They are David's wives. Carol Anne is the current First Wife." Karen stepped back a bit in surprise and awe, and clapped her hand to her mouth. My Wives curtsied to her as one (had they been practicing?). Karen seemed flustered but returned the courtesy! Then she exclaimed, "Princesses! Oh no, My Ladies! It is I who should give courtesy to Her Princesses!"

The girls all looked at each other in wonder and sudden joy. This young woman knew — was familiar with the Old Ways! Carol spoke, mimicking Mom, "Princess, Schmincess! You're our honoured guest, we merely mean it as a welcome to our home. Merry Christmas, Karen Michelle! Welcome to our home! C'mon My Loves, show Karen Michelle how we welcome a guest properly. Robert! Princess! You guys didn't tell us she was so beautiful!"

With that Carol embraced Karen in a warm hug and kissed her sweetly, not quite a lover's kiss, but almost, on the lips. Riekie stepped up and repeated the welcome. Karen was rocking a bit from those kisses when it came to Diane's turn. She threw caution to the winds, and kissed Karen the way I would have liked to (Yeah! I'm a dirty old man... ), full French, curling the poor girls toes. When Diane released her, Karen's eyes were glassy. When Karen recovered her composure, she smiled and said, "Now I understand what I saw yesterday. She looked at Riekie and Diane. That was you two!"

Bob then introduced the twins. "Karen Michelle, please meet David and Riekie's twin daughters, K.P. and D.J." Now in control of herself, she curtsied to them! The kids loved it and her and returned the courtesy, saying, 'Merry Christmas, Karen Michelle.' in perfect harmony. When she bent down to greet them, saying, 'Merry Christmas, I'm so pleased to meet you, Little Princesses.' they threw their arms around her and gave her sloppy kid kisses. Karen was immensely pleased, it seemed, returning the hugs and kisses with genuine affection.

After the twins, Bob introduced Karen to the boys. "Karen please meet Carol Anne's step-sons, Robbie Young and Jamie Young." The boys were frank in their visual appraisal of Karen, but were chaste in their greetings, with light, friendly hugs and a kiss to the cheek.

The greetings and introductions complete, My Girls told everyone to sit in the living room until dinner was called. Karen offered her help, but the girls told her she should stay with Bob or he might get 'lonely'. Robbie, Jamie, and I sat in a group of easy chairs in what could best be described as a conversation nook. Bob and Karen occupied the couch in front of the tree with a child on each of their laps. Bob had one arm around Karen, and the other around the child on his knee. Karen was cuddled in as close to him as she could get. The looks they exchanged constantly reminded me of another couple just starting out over twenty tears ago, causing a huge lump in my throat.

They looked so much in love, I couldn't resist. A stranger walking in and seeing them like this would never believe these too just met a few hours before! Bob had left his camera sitting on an end table. I grabbed it and snapped a quick picture of the two of them. The kids were showing the photo album of their lives. At one point I heard Karen ask Bob something, but didn't catch it. Bob laughed and told her, "I told you at the door my family was somewhat unusual. Stick around, Hon, and I'll tell you the story that explains it all. Ya better have a box of Kleenex when I do, though."

I saw Karen give Bob a soft kiss and heard her reply softly as she looked deep into his eyes, "I'm not planning on going anywhere without you. I'd love to hear it."

Carol came out of the kitchen and called me to take the bird out of the oven. The food aromas when I entered were simply divine. I snagged the first wife I came to -- Carol, pulled her into my arms and kissed her hotly, feeling her growing tummy pressed against me. When I released her, gasping for breath, I announced to the room. "You girls will be lighting those candles tonight for sure, if I don't miss my guess." I pulled Carol even tighter. "They look just like you and I did. They can't keep their eyes off each other, and if they sat any closer, they'd be one."

My Wives all squealed and giggled in delight, then went back to work, chattering happily. Carol had me take the turkey out of the oven, and soon I was busy scooping out dressing and carving the bird. With the bird out of the pan, Carol started making gravy from the drippings. Riekie mashed the potatoes while Diane put the finishing touches on a salad and drained the other veggies. In a matter of a few minutes it seemed dinner was ready to be put on the table. Carol went out to call the rest to dinner.



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Chapter 78


Christmas, 1985, the first Christmas dinner of the reconstituted Lloyd family was a huge success, remembered fondly for many years to come. It was the first time we sat down to dinner as a family. Diane supervised the seating. She placed me at the head of the table. On my right she placed Riekie, K.P., D.J and Jamie and on my left Carol, herself, Karen and Bob with Robbie at the other end, facing me.

Once we were seated, Carol, as First Wife, had us all join hands then asked Diane, as Mom's apprentice, to say thank you to the Goddess. Diane pleased me with her eloquent prayer, thanking the Goddess for good food, good friends, and good fellowship. She asked Her to bless our meal, and the new love found in our midst this day.

When Diane finished her prayer, all three wives brought the food to the table and we passed it around farm-style. We ate to our fill, some maybe a little past full. The food was excellent, the company better. We enjoyed a fellowship and camaraderie few families seem to achieve. We got to know Robbie and Jamie better and learned a little of what they planned for their lives. Both had girl friends, but nothing really serious. Robbie was working at a job with a future. Jamie would graduate this year and had a job in his field waiting. They said they'd spent Christmas Eve together and had celebrated Christmas morning the same way.

Carol thought that was a lonely way to spend Christmas especially under the circumstances, when they could have been with us. They said they preferred it that way, and thought they'd be intruding on our family time. They had each other, and knew they'd be with us for the best part — 'Mom's famous Christmas feast'. They said they were going to their respective girlfriend's later in the evening, and for us not to be upset when they left early.

Karen was quiet at first, but soon opened up, laughing and giggling with the rest of us. We had to fill her in about the boys' father, Ben, passing away on Christmas Eve, hence them wanting to be together for their private moments. She seemed confused that Carol was married to me, but was also their step-mother, but didn't press the point. Bob told her quietly it was part of the long and involved story he told her he'd share with her another time.

She did note all the hand holding and touching amongst the four of us, though, and commented that we acted like newlyweds instead of a family with two six year olds and one on the way. We laughed and told her there were four children in all, with two still at home in Ontario, and there were actually three on the way — Carol was carrying twins, and Diane was pregnant too. Then we told her in effect we were newlyweds, having just reconstituted our family and tied a new knot just last night.

She seemed to have absolutely no difficulty with the concept of multiple marriage, and knew what we meant when we 'tied the knot'. She seemed thoroughly confused by the connections to Ben and Ontario, but again, Bob told her to be patient. It was another part of our 'unusual' family story he promised to tell her if she 'hung around'. Karen leaned her head on his shoulder saying she'd 'hang around' as long as he wanted. The girl appeared to be definitely smitten.

We turned the talk away from us and found out more about her. She was from Vancouver, where her parents still lived. She wasn't close to them, but she did try to get home for Christmas if work allowed. She'd gone to university in Calgary and just never left after graduation. She said there wasn't much call for a General Arts B.A. in a town rich with M.B.A., s, geologists, and engineers unless you wanted to be a teacher, which she didn't. She'd worked at various jobs since graduation and picked up a few more courses.

She got wistful and said she'd always felt an emptiness like she was looking for something, but didn't know what, which kept her kind of drifting through the world. She said she didn't make friends easily and had dated, but never had a serious relationship with any man. I was amazed that such an attractive girl didn't have more suitors. She said there were always guys hitting on her, but they always seemed to want only one thing. So far, even the 'nice guys' she'd dated hadn't had that certain spark to take a relationship past a few dates. Time just seemed to slip by, and the next thing she knew, she was crowding thirty with little or nothing, including friends or a boy friend, to show for it until today. She seemed like a very lonely person.

We asked how it was that she knew so much about the Old Ways. She said her grandmother was a witch who taught her, but her folks had become born-again Christians. She embraced the First Religion, which was why she and her folks were no longer close — they were always trying to convert her. We were the first she'd met since leaving home that practiced as she did, and was really surprised when Carol had asked Diane to say a prayer as an apprentice. That, to her, implied we knew a Priestess, because from what her grandmother taught her, only priestesses took apprentices.

It shook her to learn there was a temple right here in Calgary, and we knew the Priestess, but Diane was actually apprenticed to our mother. When I said our mother, Karen looked at us really strangely until I explained that Mom and Dad had basically adopted My Wives as well as being their in-laws.

We were almost finished eating. I was curious what Karen meant when she said she had no friends or boy friend 'until today'. She hugged Bob's arm tightly. Her eyes shining, almost in tears, she said, "Let me backup a day, for somehow it starts there. Yesterday I saw the most amazing thing I've ever seen, which was basically an awakening for me.

"I saw a man walk up behind a matronly appearing customer, and say something to her before she saw him. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him, one of the most passionate, sensual kisses I've ever seen, like she hadn't seen him for many years, but was taking up where they left off. Then another, very beautiful, younger woman, obviously with the man, who had to be introduced to the first one, suddenly kissed her as passionately as the first kiss with the man, like they'd been lovers for a long time rather than what appeared to be strangers who just met.

"The way I was raised, I should have been shocked and outraged at the intimacy and overt sexuality of those kisses. I was shocked, but rather than being outraged, I felt a sudden joy for these people and sensed a rightness to what I'd seen, that somehow an old wrong was being put right. I must admit I was actually 'turned on' too. <blush>

"That was the last vehicle we had, so with nothing to do, and out of curiosity, I watched the three people as they walked away. I saw the first lady introduce two small children to the man and the second lady. There was a short pause and suddenly those children were all over that man, calling him Daddy, when it was obvious from his actions he didn't know them. Of course, you know who I saw. After they left, I felt great the rest of the day, and had a feeling something wonderful was going to happen.

"Today, that first lady came back to my kiosk, but instead of the matronly professional I saw yesterday here was an amazingly beautiful, vibrant young woman just oozing sexuality. With her was a nice looking chap she introduced as her brother, who would be helping her drive the van. I looked at him just to say hello when the most wonderful, incredible, miraculous thing happened!"

She looked at Bob, locking his eyes with hers as she continued; obviously this part of her story was for him. "As I looked up to say hello, our eyes met, and it was like a million volts of electricity passed between us. Suddenly the emptiness I'd felt all my life was gone, filled with the certain knowledge that I'd found what I was looking for! I KNEW right then, that My Man, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was right there in front of me. I was speechless! He seemed to have had a similar reaction, too, but I wasn't sure. I was certain that once our business was complete, I'd never see him again. I panicked, completely flustered at that thought.

"Then the lady excused herself to the washroom, and while she was gone, that wonderful man chatted me up and asked me out. I was walking on a cloud! As they were leaving, the man asked me in fun if he could have a 'Christmas kiss'. Well, I've never experienced anything like that kiss, not ever, although I saw two of them the day before... <giggle> I think... NO! I know I'm hopelessly, deeply, irretrievably in love with that man I met today."

The expression on Bob's face was one of pure enraptured joy. When she leaned into him and gave him a soul kiss, I thought he was going to pass out.

When she released Bob from her toe-curling kiss, Karen turned to the rest of us. "Like I said, until today, I had very few friends here. After that incredible experience with that amazing man, I couldn't wait until tomorrow night to see him again. To my utter surprise he called me not an hour later! I was sure he'd had second thoughts and was going to back out, but instead, he invited me to Christmas dinner with his family. I wasn't sure if I should accept. Not many people want a stranger in their home for such a family occasion, but then, something told me I would be welcome, so I accepted.

"I was totally unprepared for what I found. Not only was I welcome, the minute I walked in, I felt like I was home! I was treated like royalty and a long-lost family member all rolled into one, and to put icing on it, I met five, count 'em, five of Her Princesses all under the same roof. They treated me like a somebody, somebody they cared deeply for! When the two smallest Princesses told me a little of the story of how they knew but didn't know their Daddy, I felt privileged to have that knowledge shared with me!

"I probably sound silly going on like this, but today I think I found everything that has ever been missing from my life. Good friends, a warm loving family, and most importantly, the man I want with me forever." She turned to Bob caressed his cheek, looked straight into his eyes, and said very softly, "Robert Scott, I love you. I'm yours forever if you'll have me."

Poor Bob! Her revelation was so open, stunning and so close to his own, he couldn't speak (I knew the feeling -- been there, done that, got a t-shirt.). He was quiet so long I could see Karen start to panic, tears running down her lovely face. Carol knew exactly what she was feeling, and moved to go to her. I put my hand on hers and stopped her. She looked at me questioningly and I mouthed, "Remember?" She hesitated, nodded, and relaxed into her chair.

Presently, Bob shook himself out of his daze, and took Karen into his arms. "Why the tears, My Love? Your experience was almost exactly the same as mine. Of course I'll have you — I want nothing else. It just takes a few seconds for GOOD news to percolate into my brain sometimes. Karen Michelle Roberts, I love you, and to borrow one of David's ways of carving things in stone: I tell you three times — I love you! I love you! I love you! Now let's wipe those tears away. This is too happy a time to waste crying."

He tightened his arms around her and gave her the soul-kiss of soul-kisses. I think he sucked the poor girl's soul right out of her. By this point, they were oblivious to the rest of us, and there wasn't a dry eye in the house. The twins were mesmerized by what they had just witnessed, and I noticed that everyone, from Diane on my extreme left, to Robbie at the other end of the table, had joined hands in a chain of fellowship.

Karen recovered from her panic attack at Bob's words and that mind-wrenching kiss. He found a tissue in his pocket and gently wiped away her tears. Karen spoke softly again. "Oh, Robert, I love you so much! How can this be? I only met you at noon."

Bob laughed, holding her close and kissed her tenderly. "Ask David and Carol Anne. They're the experts. It happened to them when they were sixteen, and look at them now. Princess and Muffin tell similar stories. It's all part of that incredible tale I have to tell you, but you'll still need Kleenex."

We all laughed, and they just cuddled. Carol took this opportunity to move things forward again. "I know you two lovebirds probably don't care, but if I could get some help to clear the table, there's still dessert and coffee."

Diane and Riekie got up and quickly cleared from the table. While Carol got the dessert trays of Christmas treats on the table, they served the coffee. Over coffee and dessert, I asked Robbie about the funeral plans, explaining we wanted to drive back to Ontario for New Year's Eve if it didn't delay us past Friday.

He said the memorial service was tomorrow at two, and a limo would be here for us around one thirty, which fit our plans perfectly. Ben was to be cremated, so there wouldn't be a committal service, just a quiet closed casket memorial at a small chapel only a few blocks away. Like us, they'd already said goodbye to Ben, but felt a small service should be held for friends. He asked if I would say a few words, although I'd only met him in person once. I was humbled and honoured. They'd been on the phone most of the day letting people know about Ben and the time and location of the service.

After dessert, the ladies shooed us out of the kitchen so they could cleanup. They said we'd have a tree with the boys when the cleanup was done. Karen stayed with them, insisting she simply must help. They welcomed her as one of them, and as we men and the kids left the kitchen, I heard the bang and clatter of pots and pans being scraped and cleaned and the sound of the dishwasher starting up. Over the sounds of industry I heard happy female voices and giggles.

Bob and the boys went into the living room with the kids. I excused myself, saying I wanted to work on my eulogy and went into Ben's den. Riekie's diary lay open on the desk. I wanted to read it, but would wait until she finished it. I sat on the well-padded straight chair he had used, leaned back, and let my mind wander over what I knew of Ben and what I wanted to say, making a few notes. I was leaning back, lost in thought, when I heard the door open and close softly, then a warm hand leaned on my right shoulder and a soft body leaned against me. Almost absently, I slipped my arm around her hips as she stood beside me. I knew without looking who was there.

"Penny?" Riekie's soft voice asked, and a pretty blonde head lowered and kissed me sweetly.

"Oh, just trying to get my thoughts together for tomorrow. I only met Ben the man in person once, but in some ways, I felt I knew him better than most. Funny, eh? He was certainly one of a kind, a Prince among men.

"I'll miss our Tuesday phone chats, and although she's not showing too much now, caught up in the rush of events, Carol Anne has to mourn too. Losing a friend, especially your best friend is often harder than losing a family member, because a friend like that owns a part of your soul. When that friend is also family as Ben was to Carol Anne, it makes it even harder. Don't be surprised if some night we wake up to find her crying her eyes out. What're you doing here, not that I mind the presence of a beautiful person of the female persuasion?"

As we talked, my hand idly stroked the back of her right thigh, and she shifted closer.

"Oh, the girls had everything under control. Muffin and Carol Anne got Karen over coffee while they wait for the dishwasher to finish. Carol Anne was telling the 'vision in white' story. I've heard it enough times I didn't have anything to offer, so I excused myself to work on the diary while things are still fresh in my mind."

We drifted off into our own thoughts. I idly petted her thigh, feeling her warmth and smoothness through the light fabric of her gown, my hand easily reaching below her knee. Almost absently, I caressed the back and inside of her right leg from below her knee up her thigh to just below her buttocks. Her skin through the thin cloth was incredibly smooth and warm. As my hand moved up the back of her thigh bunching up her gown, lifting, my fingers curved to stroke the more tender inner flesh. I felt her tremble.

Her hand tensed then relaxed on my shoulder. As my hand went higher, she shifted her weight slightly, allowing her thighs to part so my fingers could move freely, then I retreated back down her leg, fingers trailing lightly. I let my hand trail up and down her leg and thigh like this a few more times, carrying her gown up a little more each time. The heat of her skin increased, and her breathing got faster. Each time my hand got to the highest point of its caress, and started back down, she shuddered a little and moaned softly.

I glanced at her pretty face. She stared into space, biting her lower lip, then leaned down and gave me a long, tender kiss. My hand continued caressing the back of her thigh, carrying the back of her gown ever higher, bunching it around her hips. Riekie shifted her feet, opening her legs, as my hand trailed ever higher toward her apex. Even through the material of her dress I felt the furnace heat of her sex. I caressed the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as she shifted even more to open herself to my probing. Our lips were still locked in a tender lovers' kiss. I sensed her free hand moving along her body as we kissed.

I moved my hand back down her thigh and discovered her hem had magically climbed well above the knee. I resumed caressing the back of her thigh, trailing up under her hem, caressing her hot flesh. Riekie shifted her feet to an even more open stance as my hand trailed higher toward the fiery heat of her sex. I caressed the soft, moist sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as she shifted even more to open herself to my probing. Our lips still glued together in that sweet lovers' kiss, my fingers found her hot panty covered sex. Panties? I felt my penis lurch and swell. Either she was on her period suddenly, or Riekie had been enjoying her seduction fantasy all day. I was sure it was the latter, else she'd never have let me probe so far, and would have told me.

I gently probed and caressed her through the scanty material of her panties, feeling wetness, heat and invitation. I rubbed and stroked gently as her juices flowed, soaking the light material. She moaned gently into my mouth. My fingers slid inside the leg band of her panties, pushing them aside, and probed into her slit. As my finger brushed her clitty, she bucked, her vulva getting hotter and wetter, and she exclaimed.

"Oh!"

Her hands began their own exploration, soon finding what she was searching for. She gently squeezed my very erect penis through my pants, found my zipper and belt, and began working them loose. All the while, we maintained that gentle, prolonged kiss, my hand gently probing and stroking her hot, wet pussy through her panties. When she had my pants fully open, her hot little hand reached for and found my now throbbing penis. Gently tugging and pulling, she freed my cock from its confines then as I lifted a bit, she tugged my pants over my hips. She regained her warm soft grip on my penis and stroked gently.

Still locked in our kiss, Riekie swung around so she faced me. Knowing what she wanted, I lowered both hands and raised her gown all the way, exposing her panties. I slid my hands higher, feeling the heat and smoothness of her delicious cheeks through the silky material. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band, and gently tugged her panties down. Riekie thrust her hips toward me and brought her legs a little closer together to help. I gently eased her panties to just past her knees, as far as I could reach. She wiggled a bit and worked her legs, as they slipped down to her ankles. She shook her right leg, working out of the wisp of cloth.

Free of the restriction, Riekie straddled my thighs and stepped in close. Open to my exploration now, Riekie's kiss became even more intense. I thought she would suck the lungs right out of me. My hand probed into her very hot, very wet and open slot. Her clit was very erect and sensitive. Little tickles and flicks with my finger caused Riekie to buck and shudder violently in several mini orgasms.

My fingers continued to probe into her, tracing the full length of her feminine crevice from the crease of her buttocks to that supersensitive little nubbin at the top. My ministrations had her moaning and groaning into my mouth as we kissed frantically. She was sopping, her juices flowing freely.

Still holding me, Riekie broke from our very prolonged and stimulating kiss. Looking deep into my eyes with those gorgeous blue orbs, she steered my very erect and pulsing penis to her hot, tight opening and lowered herself slowly onto it, my hands cupping the firm, warm resilient flesh of her cheeks, steadying her as she dropped. She hummed in satisfaction as we became fully joined. I reveled in the delirious sensation of entering the almost virgin tightness, heat and wetness of her small pussy as we connected.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! So goo-ood! It's been so long!"

Arms around my neck, eyes gazing lovingly into mine, she began that slow, sensual rocking of her hips I loved so much, her talented inner muscles gently flexing and grasping my swollen member in heat and moisture. My hands held her globes, squeezing and massaging her succulent flesh. It has always been one of the most sensual ways to make love I've ever enjoyed.

Riekie smiled with love, licking her lips.

"I've dreamed for years of doing it like this again, just being alone with you, even if only for a few minutes, making gentle love and looking deep into each others eyes. We'd talk of romantic things and just enjoy being joined, Man and Wife. I know thinking of Ben's eulogy isn't what you'd call romantic, ordinarily, but you have the soul of a poet, David and see romance where others don't. Oh, Sweet Jesus! You feel so goddamn goo-ood in me I don't ever want to stop."

Her hips continued their gentle rocking motion as we made love slowly, tenderly, exchanging the most tender kisses and just losing ourselves in each other's gaze. We communicated, but not on any verbal level. I felt our love fully re-connecting as we shared this very private and sensual time, stolen from the busy routine of Christmas.

Gradually, though, her hips and muscles grew faster, more insistent in their motion, gripping and stimulating my throbbing penis in her heat. Her arms tightened around my neck and her eyes started to lose their focus as she approached her climax, her fantastic inner muscles tightening their grip on my member. Clutching her surging buttocks tightly, I felt my own climax approaching as my balls started to rise and tighten against the base of my penis. She moaned in her ecstasy.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! So-o-o-o Goo-oo-oo-ood!

Her hips now pumping hard and fast, Riekie pulled me tighter in her arms, her head over my shoulder, her lips brushing my ear, her breath sending little shivers down my spine. She started to convulse and her muscles to spasm as her orgasm approached. My hips thrust upward into her, rocking us on the chair. Suddenly, just as I felt my balls erupt and spew their precious load in that now-familiar sweet pain of release, she arched her back, and thrust her pelvis hard forward and down on my spitting penis, working it deeper. Her inner muscles convulsed and milked and her thighs clamped on mine, as she grunted.

"UH! UH! OGOD! UH!"

She threw her head back and uttered just one word repeatedly in a loud whisper as she came in total release, her body jerking on mine as I spewed squirt after squirt of thick white baby cream deep into her womb. I didn't come violently, but it was certainly a lot. Her inner muscles massaged my penis, coaxing out every drop. As she came, that familiar orgasmic flush rose from her breasts up through her face, right into her hair and along with it, I felt her hot fluids bathing my balls and dripping onto the vinyl of the chair beneath. In the throes of orgasm, she looked more gorgeous than ever.

"YES! YES! YES! YE-E-ESS!"

We stayed joined as we kissed and nibbled at each other's lips. Her smile of total satisfaction was a wonder to behold, her hips gently pumping as she slowed from her huge, yet gentle orgasm.

"Now that's the way I've always really liked it, slow and tender. I felt all his Precious Stuff squirting all the way up inside me. I came on every squirt. Oooo! It feels so-o-o good having him and his Stuff in me again!" She whispered, holding me close.

My arms cradled her gently as she savored the fullness of her orgasm, my penis slowly softening inside her. As it softened almost to the point of slipping out, her hips lunged playfully into me and she stepped away. There was a gentle slurping sound as my penis slipped from the hot, tight confines of her delicious pussy.

Riekie lowered to her knees, and all the while gazing lovingly into my eyes, thoroughly sucked and licked my flaccid member completely clean, even licking the juices off the chair beneath me. As my penis started to rise again from the attention she gave it, she kissed the tip, patted it, tucked me back into my pants and whispered, "Save some for later, Rascal, our Sweet Prince, there are others who need you too. I can't be greedy, much as I'd like to be. Back to bed for you for now." Even in this, Riekie showed the total generosity of her love, not just for me, but for her wives.

Rising from her knees after tugging up and refastening my pants, Riekie stepped into my arms. We held each other in a warm embrace, just loving. As I gazed into those beautiful blue eyes, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this beautiful blonde creature who wanted only to love me, whether she ever got it returned or not.

"Riekie Lloyd, my Princess, my Little One, I love you so much and more! You are the paradise I lost then regained. I love Carol Anne and Muffin more than life itself, and then you came back to me, with a gift beyond compare, to love just as much. Jamie said I'm the luckiest man in the world, to have and love three such as you. He doesn't even begin to understand the half of my good fortune. I always spoke of the halves of my soul. You own the soft half, the sensual, romantic, half, for you complete me in ways I never imagined. To have and hold the total, unconditional love of such a marvelous creature as yourself is wealth beyond reckoning."

'David, I have loved you since I first met you, you know that. Since the day you told me years ago how important friendship is to you and should be to me, my love for you has been tempered and hardened by that friendship you showed and taught me that day. Every day, every minute, whether I'm with you or not, even through the years of our painful separation, that love just grew and continues to grow deeper.

I always loved you and always will. I never willingly left or forsook you, and never again will I leave, never, regardless of the pain. With some modifications, I now renew the oaths I took in a stable twenty years ago: David, know that I will always love you. For me, you are the One. I will know no other man but you, and will hold you in my heart forever. This I swear to you by the Goddess. I am yours unconditionally, totally. If for some reason we are temporarily separated, even for a day, if you call, I will come, though it be from the ends of the earth. This, too I swear. I swear to you that I will continue to have your babies and I will always bear your name with pride, humility... and love. The Goddess hear me again."

Riekie loved me totally, I knew; she'd reaffirmed it just this morning using the three-times rule. Now she'd re-asserted to what that love continued to bind her. I was humbled before her as Riekie showed yet again her quiet inner strength and fierce determination with those oaths before the Goddess, demonstrating beyond doubt she was Her Princess.

"Riekie Lloyd, I tell you again three times. I love you! I love you! I love you!"

We exchanged another warm lovers' kiss. I looked at my watch. "It's after seven, and the boys want to leave early. They're gonna come looking for us soon to have their tree. I guess we better join the rest. Do you want me to clean you up?"

She giggled. "No, I'm going to enjoy this fullness for awhile. I love the feel of his Precious Stuff on my skin, especially when I've been so long without, then maybe I can find another volunteer, <giggle> if not, I'll use the bidet." She got an evil grin. "Maybe Robert's new girlfriend... ?" She saw my look of shock. "Just teasing, David! Naw! That's just too nasty! Karen Michelle might be family, or almost, but she's not a wife to us, and to me that would be cheating. I may have to modify my oath to include 'I will know no other women but Carol Anne and Diane Marie!"

I kissed her again and helped her rearrange her gown. As I knelt to help her, I placed a wet kiss on her luxuriant blonde muff and got an appreciative "O!" as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Her panties were still hanging off her left ankle. I tugged on them until she noticed. "You want them back on, or what?"

She giggled. "They're all wet. Take 'em off." She lifted her foot and I removed the wisp of fabric then finished arranging her gown.

As I stood up, I very obviously held them to my nose and took a long, hard sniff. "Aaaahhhh! Smells good enough to eat. Somebody we know?"

Riekie giggled and punched me in the shoulder. The Temperance Lady made a brief appearance. "Hmmph! Fiend! Filthy pervert! Young man, it's just not proper to go around smelling a young woman's under garments. You've been rutting around here all day, sticking that, that awful thing in all the young women and shooting off all that sticky goop inside them, making their pretty curls all yucky! You, you, awful man, you! You have no manners at all! What other filthy business are you into?"

I drawled, deadpan, "Well, I do have this small interest in little girls' bicycle seats."

The reference to a line from Arty Johnson's Dirty Old Man character from the old TV, 'Laugh-In' show broke us up. Still laughing, as we walked out, I left her panties sitting very obviously on the desk.

Riekie giggled softly as we strolled in a lover's embrace out the den door toward the festive lighting of the living room. "I'm leaking, as usual; that rascal Sweet Prince filled Sweet Pussy to overflowing."

I laughed lightly with her. "I hope one of these times you're going to get pregnant from one of our sessions."

Her voice full of hope and longing, Riekie said, "Oh? You think? I can hardly wait!"

Carol and Diane met us in the hall, their arms laden with trays of snacks. In turn they stepped to Riekie and kissed her passionately. Carol whispered so only we four could hear. "You look and smell like a well-fucked woman again. Was it as good as ever?"

Riekie's breathed her reply. "Mmmm-Hmmm. It was so-o-o romantic, just a few quiet moments alone. Thanks for letting us have them." Then she giggled. "But I am looking for a volunteer..."

Carol and Diane exchanged glances, giggled conspiratorially, looked at me and smiled like they'd won the lottery, then they each gave me a huge hug and a very passionate kiss too. As we separated from our kiss, Diane whispered in my ear. "We love you, David. Thank you for loving our wife so well and so much."

Riekie and I followed the girls with their trays as we joined the rest of the family in the living room. Riekie took one of the trays as they began serving more after dinner snacks. The twins were playing quietly in front of the tree. Robbie and Jamie had turned more chairs to face that way and were sitting comfortably drinking coffee. Bob had commandeered the biggest of the easy chairs, Karen cuddled comfortably in his lap. I noticed her sweater seemed to fit a little more naturally. Had she removed her bra while using the powder room? They were totally oblivious to anyone but themselves, just staring longingly into each other's eyes, occasionally exchanging a short, sweet kiss. They looked like they'd been together for years instead of meeting just today.

Carol came by with a tray of goodies. "Would you like a coffee, My Love?" She glanced at Bob and Karen and smiled, her eyes suddenly far away. "Is that what we looked like?"

I laughed. "Yes, Honey. That's what we looked like, and still do. Our rekindled love is as fresh and new as theirs, and it shows, just like with them. I know, Bob has been reminding me ever since we got here how much we remind him of how we used to be." I patted her tummy. "And now we have two more reasons to get lost in our love. Now, did you say coffee? I'd love one — my caffeine level is lower than normal."

Carol laughed. "You and your coffee! I'll have to put on another pot if you can wait a few minutes."

Carol always made a superb cup of coffee, even as a teenager, that compared favourably to Tim Horton's. "For your coffee, I'll wait. Nectar and ambrosia!"

Carol set her tray on the coffee table and started toward the kitchen. Diane and Riekie set theirs down and followed. Karen made a move to get up to help. "That's alright, Karen Michelle. You stay with Robert. There's only a couple more small trays after we make the coffee and do a small cleanup." She grinned at me archly. "We won't be long."

With that, she disappeared into the kitchen, giggling, with her two wives. We heard some small sounds of industry, then quiet. Robbie, Jamie and I carried on a quiet conversation, continuing to get to know each other. I was telling them of our plans to raise Canadien horses when we heard some loud giggling and other female noises from the direction of the kitchen.

<GIGGLE> "AAIIEEE! OH, CAR-OL ANN-NNE! OH! <GIGGLE> OH, MUFF-FFIN! OOOooo!" <GIGGLE>

D.J. and K.P. looked up from their playing. They bounded onto the couch with me, hugging and kissing. I grabbed one in each arm. They both squealed in delight. "Happy tickle noises! Happy tickle noises! Mommy's making happy tickle noises! Oh. Daddy! Mommy's happy again!"

Even Bob and Karen were disturbed out of their mutual daze. Bob snorted. "Hmmph! Your wives are the noisiest people on earth when they have fun!" Karen looked questioningly at him. "I'll tell you all about them later Hon. It's another part of their saga. You might still need the Kleenex to wipe away tears of laughter." Bob had Karen hooked on our story. I just hoped his telling was as good as his teasers. Then again, Bob always was a good story teller.

Presently, My Girls (My Girls!) reappeared from the kitchen with trays of cups, cream and sugar, and a fresh pot of coffee. As Riekie handed me a mug (she knew I hated cups and saucers), she leaned in and giggled. "Rags to riches! Two volunteers!" I laughed with her and kissed the tip of her nose.

From their cuddle beside me, the kids reached out, hugged her and giggled. K.P. very seriously said. "Mommy, we like to hear you so happy and making happy tickle noises, but you should try to be a little more quiet. Unca Bob thinks you're the noisiest person on earth."

Riekie coloured a bit, than laughed softly. "Oh, he does, does he? Maybe he'll have a different tune in the morning."

Bob, lost in Karen's eyes, never heard a word of the exchange. Carol came by to fill the empty mug with her delicious coffee, Diane at her elbow with the cream. My mug full, Carol whispered, "I made an 'executive decision' and called Beth to come over, but she can't come 'til morning. She'll be here by nine, earlier if she can make it. I told her to bring a cord and the cake, but didn't give her any details. Did I do OK?"

I whispered back. "Carol Anne Lloyd, you're being spooky again. You read my mind. Do you have enough robes for all of us? I have a notion all three of you, at the very least you and Princess, as Bob's sisters, are going to be witnesses in the morning." I couldn't get used to calling him Robert, just as he rarely called me David until today.

Diane heard the whole exchange and cooed. "Oo-oo-oo! This Holiday is getting so romantic!"

The girls made the rounds one more time with the coffee, then settled down on the couch beside me and the twins. When everyone was comfy, Carol said. "OK, Santa Claus, get your helpers and let's have some more Christmas."



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Chapter 79


The twins and I moved to the tree and started distributing gifts. Most were for the boys, but somewhere, somehow, they had managed to find something for each of us as well, and even had gifts for us to take home to Rhiannon and Jenny. There were gifts to be sent with Bob for Iain and Sandy as well, although he said he'd have to mail them, He didn't know when he'd be seeing them again. When asked, they said they got the list of names for the whole extended family from Ben. I remembered him asking things like ages, sizes and favourite colours. And of course Carol had very pointedly asked those questions, her intent to get gifts for the entire family very evident.

The girls also surprised me coming up with some gifts for Karen out of their own loot. Riekie gave her a lovely set of gold earrings Rick had given her that she never wore. Diane's gift to Karen, also from Riekie's jewelry collection, was a small gold bracelet bought by Rick to replace her 'cheap' silver one. Carol gave Karen one of her small paintings of the mountains in the distance. Needless to say, Karen was just a little overwhelmed at her sudden Christmas good fortune.

Karen clambered off Bob's lap to thank us for a lovely Christmas, showing lots of sexy leg as she did. I also saw that she had indeed removed her bra, her sweater hugging her pert boobies beautifully. Her nipples were very erect and formed delightful dents in her sweater. When she hugged me, those hot points burned deliciously into my chest. Bob was getting one hot little number here!

She whispered as she hugged me, "Carol Anne and Muffin told me the early part of your story, about how you met Carol Anne, and about a very special birthday present. You people really do understand what happened to me today! No wonder I felt I was home when I came here tonight. I think I really am! Thank you, David! I don't know how it's possible, but I love you all so much!" She hugged me tighter, her hot little nubbins burning into my chest, and kissed me very warmly indeed!

I returned the hug and kiss with equal enthusiasm. "You're welcome, Karen Michelle. Merry Christmas!"

When Karen returned to her seat in Bob's lap, I sent the youngsters scurrying under the tree to look for any other gifts. D.J. came out with Bob's gift for Karen. She was almost speechless when she received it, knowing there were no stores open for Bob to get her anything on Christmas Day.

The real treat though came when she opened it -- her face lit up like an exploding sun. She held it up by the chain for us all to see the pretty heart-shaped locket, tears streaming down her cheeks. The small diamond caught the light from the tree in its facets, sparkling and flashing in dazzling colours. She threw her arms around Bob's neck and kissed him so hard I thought his legs would be a couple inches shorter. When she put it on, she announced to the room she would never take it off. It matched her bracelet and earrings beautifully.

The twins were really taken with Karen, especially when she made 'Unca Bob', their favourite uncle, so happy. They took her by the hands, pulling her off Bob's lap and had her check out all the stuff they got for Christmas. With Karen thus distracted, Riekie called Bob to her. They disappeared into the kitchen with the other two wives in tow, reappearing a few minutes later. Bob was flushed, but looked extremely happy. As she played with the little girls, Karen kept nervously glancing at the kitchen and twisting a piece of ribbon, tying it in knots. Poor girl! She couldn't stand to be away from Bob for even a few minutes! She had it bad!

Before they came to sit down, Carol pulled the other two back into the kitchen. They weren't gone more than a couple minutes, but when they emerged, they were smiling conspiratorially. Carol looked a little sad, but determined. Prior to settling in on my right, Carol had a brief whispered conversation with the boys. Whatever she said, they agreed with, smiled warmly, and took her hands in reassurance. As they came to sit with me on the couch, I gave my wives an enquiring look. Riekie, snuggling in on my left, whispered they'd tell me later. Diane snuggled onto my lap, screwing her pert little bottom down onto my once again growing member.

We visited for a while longer with the boys then Robbie, after looking at his watch, announced they had to leave if they wanted to see their girlfriends before it got too late. We all got up to see them off. Bob and I helped them carry all their gifts out to their car, freezing our buns off on a bitterly cold Calgary winter night in the process. They decided to leave the gifts for Ben at the house to be disposed of after we left. All the women, including Karen, gave the boys very warm hugs and rather hot kisses to send them on their way. After Carol gave them each a hot kiss, I doubted if either of them would call her 'Mom' again... The little ones made sure they got warm little girl hugs and wet child kisses too. Bob and I each hugged them. They left to a chorus of 'Merry Christmas' and "See you tomorrow'.

After the boys left, Riekie declared it was bedtime for K.P. and D.J. They whined a bit, but good kids that they were, they did as Mommy said. They'd only had about a ten minute nap this afternoon, and it was a little past their normal bedtime, so they were pretty tired. Riekie told them they could have their bath in the morning, seeing as they'd already had one today. She took them upstairs to get their jammies on, but said they could come back down long enough to kiss everyone good night.

About ten minutes later, they came trooping back downstairs with their mother, wearing the most darling little flannel nightgowns, and truly looked like little angels. They kissed Bob and Karen and their other mothers good night, then took me by the hands and pulled me out of my seat, saying in stereo, "You have to tuck us in, Daddy." I picked them up, and carrying one on each arm, I carried them upstairs to their bed. I set them both down on the one they'd ended up in the night before.

Riekie wanted them in separate beds, but I laughed and said "What's the point, Hon, they'll both be in this one as soon as we turn out the light." She sighed, grinned and said I was as hopeless as them, but allowed it. I got them tucked in, and we both kissed them goodnight. Our little darlings promptly curled up together in a tight ball and were soon fast asleep.

Riekie and I stood in the doorway, arms around each other, watching them sleep for a few minutes. I nuzzled her sweet neck and whispered, "We sure make beautiful babies, Mrs. Lloyd. I think we should make a bunch more." Riekie melted into my arm. I grinned at her. "Unless you want to practice some more..."

Riekie giggled. "Practicing is lots of fun, but we can do that after we get them started, just like you're doing now with Carol Anne and Muffin." Touché!

We turned off the light, pulled the door almost closed, so they could hear familiar sounds and rejoined the rest in the living room. While Riekie and I had been putting the youngsters to bed, Carol and Diane had made a pot of hot chocolate. I sat down on the couch, expecting someone to land in my lap. Instead, Carol curled up on my right side. Diane and Riekie, after a quick trip upstairs, settled on the other side, Diane on my left, and Riekie snuggled into her. They exchanged a very warm kiss and it seemed they were pairing up for the night. We sipped our hot chocolate and visited more with Karen, still perched happily in Bob's lap.

Around ten, Bob said to Karen, "I suppose you'll be wanting to get home, soon, you'll have to be up for work in the morning. I should get your car warmed up for you, it's really cold."

Karen snuggled in even closer to him. "I have tomorrow off because I worked today. You trying to get rid of me? I'm not leaving unless you throw me out. Carol Anne said they had a bed for me. 'Sides, I haven't given you your Christmas gift yet."

Bob looked a little crestfallen at the mention of a bed as if she was sleeping in another room (As if! Ha!) then laughed. "No, I'm not trying to get rid of you. Stay as long as you like. You know I want you close to me; lots of beds in this house. Ah shucks! You didn't hafta get me anything for Christmas." Like a kid, he wanted to know what it was. "What'd ya get me anyway? I didn't see anything under the tree."

She giggled and screwed her tight little bum down into Bob's lap where I knew he had a boner poking into her. She placed a finger over his lips and in a stage whisper said, "Sh! It's very special! And it's private!"

I saw Karen glance over our way and noticed Carol give her a quick nod. (Had she been coaching Karen?) Karen started to turn back to Bob then did a double take, her eyes focused to my left. I turned to where she was looking. Diane and Riekie were in the middle of a heavy necking session, and their hands were everywhere! I looked back to Karen and shrugged. She grinned, gave a thumbs-up and turned back to Bob.

Soon they too were necking heavily. I saw Bob place a hand tentatively on one of her pert boobies. Meeting no resistance, instead Karen's kiss seemed to intensify, he soon had a handful. With all the hot activity going on around us, Carol and I soon got some heavy action going ourselves. I got a handful of pert booby myself, but I was happier just rubbing her tummy where our babies were growing while we exchanged soul-kiss after soul-kiss. From her moans, and the way her own kisses deepened, Carol found that caress highly erotic.

Carol broke from our latest torrid kiss, flushed and gasping. She surveyed the room, giggled and whispered. "Look at us! Just like a bunch of teenagers!" She snuggled closer, then, "Mmmm! This is nice, but I think it'd be better in bed. What time is it, anyway? We have to be up early again tomorrow to pack, go to the service and that other little thing. And you just know there'll be two little terrors bouncing on our bed first thing."

I looked at my watch. "Ten twenty. We've only been necking for about fifteen minutes, but it seems like forever. I guess time really does almost stand still when you're in love. Yup! Bedtime, Kiddo's!" I looked behind me and patted Diane on her sweet bum. She and Riekie had already broken from their hot embrace, and were cuddling dreamily. "We've got a busy day coming up." I noticed Bob and Karen were sitting up, too.

Carol winked at me, rose to her feet and called the wives to her. "C'mon Lovers, let's show Karen where she's sleeping tonight." The three of them took Karen by the hands, pulled her off Bob's lap, and led her upstairs. As she paused to give me a little goodnight kiss, she blushed prettily, but there was a look of hot excitement and anticipation in her eyes.

While the girls got Karen situated, Bob and I closed up the house for the night, putting another log on the fire, turning off various lights throughout the house, and so on. I took my time to give the girls lots for their preparations. I turned out the tree lights and ushered Bob up the stairs ahead of me. I wanted to observe his reaction when he entered his room. I wasn't disappointed.

I was directly behind Bob with my hand on the banister as he opened the door. Bob stopped dead in his tracks, causing me to bump into him. Over his shoulder, I saw the room was lit only by candlelight. The headboard was decorated with large stick-on Christmas bows. I glimpsed blonde hair cascading over the pillow, an enticing view of bare shoulders and a red ribbon with a big bow tied around her neck. She held out her arms invitingly and a very soft female voice welcomed him. "Merry Christmas, Darling. Come get your Christmas present."

Bob turned back to me briefly with that big goofy grin he gets, his eyes moist. I whispered so only he could hear, "Merry Christmas, Old Buddy-Old Pal, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy." Then much louder, in as bass a voice I could muster, for the whole house to hear I walked away smiling. "HO! HO! HO! MERR-RRY CHRIST-MAS! HO! HO! HO! MERR-RRY CHRIST-MAS!"

I heard the soft feminine voice giggle as I headed to our room, "Is he always that silly?" And Bob's laughing reply as he closed the door softly behind him, "No... Usually it's worse." Soft female giggles and a masculine laugh of delight followed me to our room.

As I walked in the door, leaving it a little ajar, the better to hear the kids (but you never know what else you might hear... ), I danced a merry little jig into the candlelit room, deliriously happy for my old friend. My Wives, already in bed, looked at me in amazement. I stopped when I saw their expressions. "Whut? Can't a guy be happy for his buddy?" Their bemused eyes never left me as I quickly undressed and headed for the bathroom. As I stepped through the bathroom door, completely nude, I danced another little jig, my penis flopping around wildly and sang out again, "HO! HO! HO! MERR-RRY CHRIST-MAS!" Peals of female laughter and giggles followed me into the bathroom.

I quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned up for bed with a quick two minute shower and returned to the bedroom. Riekie and Diane were rather involved with each other as I entered the room, and Carol was still giggling. She patted the open space between her and Diane, welcoming me to my marriage bed. I wondered if these nymphs had some sort of rotation worked out — it wouldn't surprise me — the three of them often seemed to think with one mind. I crawled in between Carol on my right, and Diane on my left. Riekie was on the outside, next to Diane, seeming quite content as she and Diane necked and fondled each other.

I slipped my arm around Carol's warm bare shoulder and lay back with a contented sigh as she turned to face me and cuddled into my side, her furry little muff pressed warmly against my thigh, a warm hand toying idly with my penis. Diane, still involved with Riekie, wiggled back until her body was pressed warmly against me too. I turned, kissed Carol sweetly, and felt a disturbance in the bed. As I rolled back from kissing Carol, two other sets of lips gave me warm, sensuous kisses. Then they cuddled up crosswise of the bed, using me as a pillow while they kissed again.

I was curious about some earlier events. "What did you girls do or say to Bob when you got him alone in the kitchen? Whatever it was, he sure seemed happy!"

Riekie and Diane rolled over, resting on their elbows, their chins on my belly their feet waving in the air like teenagers, although their inside feet seemed to be doing a lot of touching. Riekie giggled. "Yup! We made him real happy! And me, too! I got rid of another useless piece of jewelry."

At my questioning look, she said, "I gave Bob my old diamond ring. It means nothing to me now, but it'll mean something to Karen Michelle. She's such a sweet girl and Robert's so lucky to find her! He didn't want to accept it, of course, but we made him see the light, didn't we?" She slipped her arm through Diane's and pulled her tight as they exchanged grins.

"So when is he supposed to give her this bauble?"

Carol giggled, "We told him he'd know when the time was right."

I was beginning to understand. I grinned, "You guys set them up, didn't you? Carol Anne and Muffin, you didn't just tell her stories, you guys coached her, and Princess was sent to keep me distracted."

Riekie pouted then grinned. "What? You didn't like my distraction? I'm hurt! Actually, I was in the den just as I said, but these two did take advantage of the opportunity. They filled me in after they cleaned me out..." <giggle> She tickled Diane playfully.

Diane took up the story. "It really did start out as just talk. Like Robert suggested, Karen Michelle asked over coffee how you and Carol Anne first met, and how it could possibly be the same as what happened to her today. We told her the whole thing; well it was mostly Carol Anne talking. When she got to the part about your special birthday gift, she was really curious, and wanted to know all the details about how to give that special present."

I laughed. "That explains the bows on the headboard and the red ribbon I saw."

Riekie scolded. "David! That was for Robert's eyes only! What were you doing peeking?"

"I wasn't 'peeking'. I was right behind Bob going up the stairs. He stopped so short when he opened the door and saw her there I ran into him and saw over his shoulder. You coulda bought Bob for a nickel. He wasn't expecting it. Matter of fact, he was kinda moping when we came up. The way she talked, he thought she was sleeping in one of the other rooms. So you guys did help her."

Diane giggled. "Well of course! Where was she going to find bows and ribbons without us? 'Sides, she was so nervous, her hands were shaking too much to do it herself."

Carol got back to the story at hand. "We're getting ahead of ourselves. David! When we told her about us, she got so excited! Muffy-muff and I both knew she was ready, so we kinda gave her a few pointers. She even wanted to know what I said to you that first night, remember? <How could I ever forget? It's one of the major milestones in my life!> I said, 'David, My One True Love, today was MORE than just a special birthday present. I gave myself to you completely and totally without reservation. You gave me the same in return... We didn't stand in front of a priest, but today we were, to all intents and purposes married. I will know no other man, and I will be yours forever... I love you David.' From the questions she asked, I'm sure she's gonna say something similar to Robert. Whatever she says, that will be his cue."

Riekie picked it up there. "When our wives told me what they were sure was going to happen, I had the bright idea about the ring. Karen Michelle doesn't know a thing about it. All she knows is that she's giving Bob a special Christmas gift. It'll be a total surprise. I hope it fits. She looks to be about the same size as me. I know Carol Anne and I take the same size. We gave it to Bob and just told him when the time was right, he'd know instantly, even if it was the middle of the night."

I was intrigued. "Just how special is this Christmas gift (As if I didn't know!)?"

Diane smiled warmly. "David, she isn't just giving herself to Bob without reservation tonight. It's really special! Imagine! In this day and age, a thirty-year old virgin! She told us so herself! And she's gonna want all three of us as witnesses! What'd she say now? She got all dreamy and I hardly heard her -- she was almost talking to herself. I remember now. She said, 'Imagine! Three Princesses to see my virgin blood.' Oh, David!"

Just then an earsplitting scream of completion pierced the walls. "AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!! ROOOBBEEERRRT! YES! YES! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Almost simultaneously, a masculine shout of release. "OOOOO! BABY! OOOOO!!"

Four faces lit up in huge grins. I laughed joyously. "Ha! She's not anymore! Gift delivered successfully! Carol Anne, that brings it down to 72."

Carol regarded me blankly for a moment then lit up in recognition, giggled, and poked me in the ribs. "Dirty old man!"

Diane and Riekie were still blank. "Huh?"

Carol laughed. "72 virgins left in Paradise." They still didn't get it, so we had to explain. When they finally understood, Carol asked, "Why 72, David? By my count it should be 74."

I listed them. "You, Princess, Muffin, Jo, and now Karen Michelle."

Diane asked, "Why are you counting me and Jo?"

Riekie clued in right away and explained tenderly. "Muffin, I haven't heard all the details yet, but you were raped. Jo was raped. From what I learned about myself last night, rape doesn't count as giving yourself to a man. You and Jo were virgins in your own minds and hearts, regardless of the state of your hymens, and came to your bridal beds as such. That's why David counts you in his tally of virgins missing from Paradise. Right, My Love?"

"Couldn't have said it better, Sweetheart."

Carol asked, "Why didn't you count Pie?"

I thought for a minute. "Before our time, but maybe I'm being hasty. She is family, and her husband is the same as Jo's, so yes, she should be counted. Please adjust your score sheets ladies. The official tally is 71."

We all laughed and exaggeratedly pantomimed changing our score cards. I had more questions. "Carol Anne, you invited Beth over and I wholeheartedly agree, as you know. I'm sure she'll perform the rite, but what about Bob and Karen Michelle? Will they be willing to do it?"

Diane answered. "Dunno 'bout Robert, but I know she will! You shoulda heard the questions on that! She's ready to do it all by herself like you guys did the first time. Robert won't know what hit him! Didn't you see her with that piece of ribbon tonight, tying all those knots in it?"

"Yeah, I thought it was nerves." I reminded her, "Bob won't be blind-sided at all! If he gives her that diamond tonight, it'll be the shortest engagement on record, and he knows it. You forget, he's been a part of every knot-tying in our lives, and knows what comes next. But back to Beth. I think Beth would prefer if they had rings to exchange. Bob'll go through with it without rings like I did the first time, and so will Beth, probably. The knotted string's the most important part anyway, but it sure would be nice... Tomorrow's Boxing Day. I know a few stores will be open, but not when we need them."

Carol reached under her pillow and brought out a familiar brown leather pouch. She sat up, a tear running down her cheek. "I wasn't sure what to do with these, but Princess's wonderful gift of the diamond suggested it to me. I talked it over with her and Muffy-muff then with Robbie and Jamie (Ah! Those hasty conferences!). They all said they had sentimental value to me, but if I thought I was doing the right thing, it was OK with them. Robert and Ben were so close, I can't think of a better use for these rings. I cherish them, but they're better off being used for their intended purpose than gathering dust in a jewelry box -- and Ben would want us to use them. I'm sleeping on them tonight to let him know."

I pulled Carol to me and held her close. Such a magnanimous gesture! I just hoped Bob and Karen understood the depth of feeling behind it. Carol wasn't trying to forget a cold civil marriage the way Riekie was — this was a way of preserving the memory of someone very dear. Diane and Riekie joined our hug, loving Carol for her own special gift to the new lovers. As we separated from the hug, another earsplitting scream rent the air.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!! RO-O-O-BB-ERRRT!! Y-E-E-E-E-SS!"

Carol giggled. "Don't those two ever stop? All that screaming will have the kids awake."

Riekie laughed. "You obviously don't hear yourself, then. <giggle> I don't think the kids'll hear a thing. I think those screams count as 'happy tickle sounds' as they would say."

Carol slid back down and pulled me to her. As our lips joined in a soul-kiss, she whispered, "Make me make 'happy tickle sounds', David." I was glad to oblige. Our coupling started gentle and loving, but built to a gigantic, mind-numbing climax. I think I must have pumped at least a couple quarts of thick white baby cream into her and she scalded my balls with a similar amount of her girl juice. Carol's scream of completion echoed through the house. They heard her uptown, I'm sure.

As Carol and I rutted, there was other frenetic activity beside us. Those two foxes must have cracked glass three blocks away, as they took turns devouring each other's pussies.

As the last of the screams from our quarter died down and we snuggled in a heap, we heard a squeal of absolute delight, 'WEEEEE!' followed by loud, happy giggles and voices. We assumed their conversation had gone as My Girls (My Girls!) had anticipated, and a certain diamond ring was now adorning a certain former virgin's finger.

Diane and Riekie moved to clean Carol, but she gently pushed them away. She seemed dreamy and half asleep. She'd had a busy day. "No... let me soak. I haven't felt this good in a long time, and I want to enjoy it. Clean David if you're looking for something to do..." By the time Diane and Riekie had licked and sucked me clean, Carol was fast asleep, a soft smile gracing her lovely features.

In her sleep, she snuggled up close and murmured, "I love you, David." Diane and Riekie both kissed me tenderly, murmuring 'I love you, David." They curled up in each other's arms and I soon heard their gentle breathing as they slept. As I dozed off, I heard another scream from down the hall. Bob was sure doing a fine job tonight!



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Chapter 80


We must have been more tired than we thought, because we slept right through. I woke about six, according to my watch, spooned with Carol. My right hand cupped a succulent breast, my left comfortably caressed her pregnant tummy, and a rather prominent morning woody was comfortably tucked between her thighs. I kissed and licked her lightly on the back of the neck. She woke, and turned her lips to me for a kiss.

"G'morning, Beautiful Wife."

"G'morning, Handsome Husband. Oooo! I still like that! That's still the best way to wake up!"

She felt my erection between her thighs and moved her hips suggestively. She was already wet, and I slid easily in her slickness. "Ooooo! I like that too. But I think I like it better here." She reached down to her pussy, found the tip of my boner, and guided it to her entrance. We adjusted our hips a little, and as I slid comfortably into her tight, wet depths, she moaned appreciatively. "Ah! Mmmmmm! That's better! So-o-o go-oo-ood! Mrs. Pussy would like her breakfast now, please."

In the spoon, I felt like a long, lazy fuck, and that's what I gave her. She loved it! All too soon though, the inevitable result of man and woman joined took us over. I rutted into her and she rutted back. My hand moved from her tummy to her muff, matted from last night. I found her clitty and strummed as I pounded into her. Carol's soft moans became grunts of urgency.

"Uh! Uh! Harder! Faster! Uh! Uh! Uh!"

My hips thrust and bucked, jerking my throbbing cock in and out, sawing at her clasping pussy. Carol's vaginal muscles squeezed and gripped, sending indescribably delicious sensations rocketing through my body. I felt that old familiar tension start to build as my balls tightened and pulled up against the base of my penis. Carol's hips bucked more furiously into mine as I fingered and teased her hot, hard nubbin. The clasping and clenching of those marvelous inner muscles intensified. We caught the wave and rode it together toward a thundering crash on a distant shore, Carol's cries echoing around the room.

"YES! YES! OGOD! YES! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! FEED MRS. PUSSY! FEE-EED HERRR!"

My own grunts competed with hers.

"UH! UH! OH, HON! IT'S GONNA BE BIG! UH! UH! UH!"

The wave started to crest, our hips thrusting and grinding as my raging member plundered her seething, molten depths. The bed rocked and shook, our cries and grunts shattering the early morning silence.

"OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! I'M CUMMMMINNGG! OGOD!"

"UH! UH! UH! CAR-OL AN-NE! CUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!"

The wave crested and broke, sundering on the beach. I drew back and slammed home in one last powerful thrust, holding as my balls erupted geyser upon geyser of salty white baby batter to surge up and through my jerking, bucking cock. My rampaging penis stiffened even more, swelled and spat over and over and over, spewing what felt like gallons of thick, creamy goop into her greedy, clutching tunnel. My spend gushed against her already gravid womb and splashed back, eddying around the base of my penis and dribbled into the cleft of her sweet cheeks. As I squirted and squirted, Carol's muscles clenched and clamped, milking out every drop of cum from my body. Her whole body shook and quaked in a series of massive convulsions as her hips slammed back into mine and she screamed, making last night's scream seem a mere whisper.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! DAAAAAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!! AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"

I collapsed back onto the bed, momentarily exhausted, gently withdrawing my still erect morning hard-on from her pulsing sheath with a wet sucking sound. Carol's hips still rocked gently as she caught her breath. She rolled over to cuddle against me. We kissed tenderly and snuggled in post coital bliss. As my senses slowly returned, I became aware of two sets of eyes, one a dazzling blue, the other the most amazing brown, watching us in stunned amazement.

Riekie gasped, her hand busy in her gorgeous blonde muff. "Hot! So goddamn hot! If I was wearing panties, I'd hafta change 'em!" She gasped and shuddered as she brought herself to climax on her own fingers.

Diane was no better off. She stared, her own hand busy between her legs. 'Hot! I guess so! You guys are the originals!" She too, gasped and shuddered as she came to her own ministrations.

Carol giggled. "Rascal, our Sweet Prince sure fed Mrs. Pussy more Precious Stuff than she could eat today! She's an absolute mess!" She rolled to her back, drew her knees up and flopped them open. "Look!'

Riekie and Diane scrambled around to see. Diane exclaimed, "Eeeew! What a gawd awful mess! I'm not eating that! You need a bath! Waddaya think, Princess?"

Riekie's little girl poked her head out to see what all the fuss was about. "Eeeeww! Ras-cal made a re-al aw-ful mess this time! Poor Mis-sus Pus-sy! She's all fill-lled up! Yup! Her pret-ty curls are all yucky! Ewww! She needs a bath! Yup!"

I just had to see for myself. I sat up and turned to look. They were right. Carol's pussy was a complete, utter glorious mess. Her beautiful brown curls were matted and crusted with a mixture of old and fresh spunk. A thin glaze of dried fluids adorned her inner thighs and a thick stream of heavy white fluid oozed and seeped from her gaping opening, dribbling between her cheeks and onto her towel. I was inordinately proud of myself, thinking back to our first time. Carol asked me. 'Waddaya think, Mr. Man?"

I laughed, "They're right! She's a mess! A beautiful, sexy, awe-inspiring, glorious mess! And you know what? We made that mess! Rascal, your Sweet Prince, me, and you! We did it! What a team! That is one well-fucked pussy, even if I do say so myself! But you do need a bath, I think..."

Riekie giggled, "We're all showering together today! So we better get to it before the kids come barging in here."

I turned back around and gave Carol a sweet kiss. "C'mon, Mommy Carol, bath time."

The girls had set out some robes for us the night before, which we threw over our arms as the four of us headed for the shower. It got a little crowded around the toilet with the three of them jockeying for position to steer the morning woody as I relieved myself. Having three warm hands holding me was a new and wonderful treat. Now there were three looks of mild disappointment as the morning erection followed the urine down the drain.

Each girl took a turn relieving herself as I got the shower running and set to temperature. I had three giggling squirming females coming on my hands before we were done. To have three salacious young women wash and suck my penis to erection and orgasm was to die for. We'd never done bukkake before, (Normally I think it's degrading to a woman to blow all over her face.) but with three of them, it was the only way they could share the 'wealth' — so to speak. They squealed and giggled in delight as my hips jerked and shook, squirting out another enormous quantity of white, sticky fluid toward their eagerly waiting mouths. What they didn't catch directly, they eagerly licked off each other's faces like cats preening and bathing.

It might be the novelty of three of them behaving so erotically in innocent abandon that stimulated me so quickly and voluminously after that monumental orgasm of a few minutes ago, but I wondered if the house wasn't also becoming saturated in that dangerous pheromone... My last act in the shower was to plant a wet kiss on all three beautiful pussies, giving each hard little nubbin a flick with my tongue. Carol was last, and got the full treatment. Her opening still leaking a little, I got a taste of myself with hers.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled each of my beauties as they came out, wrapping them in that warm cuddly feeling I get when drying My Girls (My Girls!). All three ganged up and toweled me until I thought I'd dissolve in the warmth of their love. With only three sinks and four people, there was the usual friendly shoving match to see who got to use them, but we managed, and all got our teeth brushed and hair combed with lots of tickling and giggling. Not knowing if the kids were up yet, we slipped on our robes before re-entering the bedroom.

As we stepped into the bedroom I saw two small forms snuggled on our bed. They saw us emerge from the bathroom, and bounded up, giggling and squealing. "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy Carol! Mommy Diane! You guys are funny! You make lots of happy tickle noises!"

We laughed with them, hugging and kissing in the light of another new day. "Good Morning, Angels!"

From down the hall, another earsplitting scream rattled through the house. D.J. giggled. "Unca Bob and Karen make lots of noise, too!" Her sister nodded. "Yup!

Carol giggled. "How many's that now? Three?"

I hugged her. "Nope. Four I know of. I heard them again just after you guys went to sleep."

Diane spoke up, her face one huge grin. "Guess again. That brings it up to five. They woke me up about two."

Riekie was hysterical. "Then it's six! They woke me up about five. He got a helluva screech out of her that time!"

Carol rolled around on the bed, fit to be tied. "David! He's going for your record!"

"Hmmph! If Princess hadn't been in such a damn rush that morning I'da had another notch on my bedpost! Guess we can't count September, eh?"

"No, Dear, we can't. Two reasons — it wasn't a 'first night', and you had the extra stimulation of all those pheromones, remember?" She had another laughing attack.

"How can I forget? My dick still aches <Tillsonburg! Tillsonburg!... > when I remember what over stimulation can do to you." (I don't know why, but whenever I hear someone, including myself, say a body part still aches, I hear Stompin' Tom Connors' gravelly voice singing 'Tillsonburg! Tillsonburg! My back still aches when I hear that word... ') Riekie looked a little non-plussed. She hadn't heard the 'broken Rascal' story yet. Diane laughed and laughed.

Carol recomposed herself from her laughing fit. "I'm going to knock on their door and let them know it's time to get up before they get going again."

Carol slipped out. Presently we heard the soft tap of her knocking on their door then Carol said, "Time to get up, Robert. We have a busy day ahead." A pause; then. "OK. Be right back."

Carol came back all smiles. "Show time, ladies — all of us." The three of them got as serious as they could (I think they were a little nervous.), straightened their robes so they were presentable, and marched off to do their duty. I was left babysitting. We heard the soft knock on the door, then the sound of it opening and closing. The twins sensed something important was happening. I sat on the foot of the bed, waiting for My Girls to return with a child sitting nervously on either side, hanging onto my arms.

In a few minutes, we heard Bob and Karen's door open and the sound of voices and happy giggles. Our women returned all smiles. Carol carried a folded towel very carefully. When they closed the door, Carol presented the towel to me, and very formally stated. "I am their Witness, and I say to you now, that Robert Scott and Karen Michelle Roberts' love has been fully, repeatedly, extremely enthusiastically, and noisily consummated. What I didn't see, I heard. I present this towel as evidence and proof."

I accepted the towel from her as Riekie and Diane stepped up in turn and each declared they had seen the evidence directly that their love had been consummated. I spoke. "Will you three bear witness to this before the Priestess of the Goddess?"

In unison, they replied. "We will!"

"Very well. Carol Anne Lloyd, as First Wife, please keep this evidence safe until such time as it can be returned to Karen Michelle. I think she'll want to give it to her grandmother." Before handing it back to Carol, I looked at the towel. It was soaked, with a bright red stain in the centre. For the number of times it had been come upon, it wasn't as wet as I would have expected from one of my three, but was still very wet.

There wasn't much evidence of semen except mixed with the red. Curious, I asked the girls. "Did you see Karen Michelle?"

Diane blurted, "Did we ever! She's as brazen as Mrs. Lloyd! And proud as punch talking about what a well-fucked pussy looks like! It's really pretty, too!" <giggle>

"Did you see much semen?"

Riekie looked thoughtful. "Some, but not as much as you would expect, David, from six times. And she looked to be closed tight, not open like Carol Anne this morning." She looked concerned, her medical background kicking in. "Do you think Robert may have a problem?"

'Hmmm! Did Karen Michelle say anything else?"

Carol replied, "I think I know where you're going with this, David. No, she didn't say anything else except how happy she was. She had a real glow to her, though. Muffin and I'll look closer at breakfast time, though."

Riekie was curious what we were talking about. "What's all this about?"

"I think Karen Michelle is a four percenter. I suspect she may be pregnant — she hardly leaked a drop. If she's not, she's awfully close. That might not be unusual for doing it once or twice, but after six times, there should be quite a bit. And remember, we only know of the six we heard. Even then, six times in one night is most unusual for any thirty five or thirty six year old man. I could only do it under the most stimulating of circumstances, eh Carol Anne?

"Then, this morning, after a massive orgasm in bed which should have left me drained for at least a couple hours, I was able to go again in quantity in the shower only a few minutes later. I wondered then if I wasn't under the influence of pheromones. Karen Michelle has been here since four thirty or so yesterday. The house is sealed for the winter, electrically heated, no outside air getting in. If she is/was producing those special pheromones, the house is probably getting close to saturation by now. It only took Carol Anne a few hours to saturate the air at Pie and Jo's house in September. Carol Anne, to be on the safe side, we better air the place out, especially their room. If she 'caught', as I suspect, her production will fall off sharply, but what's left could still be dangerous."

Carol and Diane understood, and started getting dressed. Riekie still seemed like she was missing something. "David, I know a little about pheromones; current research shows them only to be an attractant, but you make them sound dangerous."

Carol and I took the time to tell the 'broken Rascal' story and explained what had happened to me when exposed to an overdose of the pheromones, and how women of the Old Ways produce them in super abundance. When we finished, she still seemed skeptical, but I assured her the result was very uncomfortable, and Carol told her it scared her half to death. In the end, we told her to check with Mom and possibly Beth.

I told her. "The next time you're close to your time, watch what happens to me, especially if we're in a closed space for any length of time."

She laughed delightedly. "That should be just about the time we get home. I can hardly wait! I'd like nothing better than by this time next week, for Sweet Pussy to be a missus."

Carol spoke up. "Enough chit chat. They should be finishing their shower soon. I'll go ahead and start breakfast. Princess and Muffin, can you bathe and dress the twins? David, the fire probably needs tending, and Beth will be here soon." Jeez! First Wife sure can hand out the orders!

Carol and Diane were almost dressed (How long does it take to put on a kilt and a sweater?). Riekie wasn't far behind. She and Diane led the kids off to get their bath and dressed. I dressed as soon as the kids were gone. I'd never been comfortable with nudity around children of the opposite gender, but I was working on it. Carol rummaged around in the closet. She came up with a kilt similar to Riekie's and another sweater. By the time she found what she wanted, I was dressed.

Together, we straightened the bed and changed the towels. The sheets were getting a little messy, but why mess up more when we would only be here one more night? Carol got the pouch with the rings from under her pillow and told me to put them in my pocket. Leaving the room together, Carol carried the kilt and sweater over her arm. We heard happy squeals and giggles from the direction of the twins' room. Carol tapped on Bob and Karen's door. Getting no response, she slipped in. When she returned, the kilt and sweater were missing, but she dangled a sexy pair of panties from her finger.

She came up to me and waved them under my nose. She grinned. "I'm not being kinky, David. Take a sniff."

I laughed. I didn't have to get a snoot full. As soon as she waved them even close to me, I had an almost instant boner. "Never mind, Hon. Those panties are dangerous. Look. She was definitely 'in heat'." I drew her attention downward.

She saw the tent in my pants and her eyebrows shot up. "So what do I do with them? I don't want to put them in the dirty laundry, which reminds me. That's another thing we have to do today."

"Soak 'em in cold water and rinse them out. That should help. Did you open their window a bit?"

"You bet. Their room reeks. Did we smell like that? I can just hear the bitching from Bob when he freezes his butt, but it's for the best. I'll get these in cold water now. You go ahead and do the fire."

Ordinarily I would have liked to get a whiff of those sexy panties, but there's such a thing as too much of a good thing. I wanted away from them now. We were about to go about our respective tasks, when a female shout of total completion issued from the room she just left. "YES! YES! ROBERT! YES! STARS! YES! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! I SEE STARS! YE-E-E-SS!!"

Carol gasped. "Did she just holler what I think she did?"

"Yep! Don't think there's much doubt now! Wonder which branch of your family tree she's from? I think this might be more of a family trait than something from the Old Ways."

Diane came bolting out of the kids' room and ran up to us, Riekie and two wet, naked children on her heels. "Did you guys hear that? Stars! She saw stars! David, you're good, damn good."

Carol giggled. "Yeah, and the filthy old pervert can't even get close to her panties, much as he'd like to. She waved them at me and giggled when I shied away."

D.J. chirped up. "Unca Bob and Karen made a baby." She was dead serious.

Riekie laughed. 'That may be, D.J. but you and your big sister can't be standing out here naked and wet. Let's get you dried off and dressed." She and Diane led the two of them back to their room.

Carol and I walked downstairs. I let her go ahead, and she headed straight for the laundry room. I opened the front door to be greeted by a blast of frigid air. I left it open while I raked up the coals in the fire place and got another log going. While I was working on the fire, Riekie and Diane came down with the children. Diane went on into the kitchen to help Carol. The kids ran to their new toys and began playing.

Riekie came up behind me and slipped her warm arms around me. 'Brrrrr! How long you gonna leave that door open? Muffin told me about the 'stars' and the flash of light. Will I see stars and a blinding flash of light? I saw a flash when the twins were conceived, but nothing like Muffin described. Did Carol Anne see stars and a big flash? Oh David! I want to see stars with you so much!"

"I'll close it as soon as I'm finished here. Princess, My True Love, yes, Carol Anne saw stars -- twice, about a day apart. And you'll see them too. It starts as a comet ride, and takes you to the edge of interstellar space, where you see the cold, hard diamond light of stars against the pitch black of interstellar night. It's beautiful and awe inspiring."

"David, you're sounding like a romantic again."

"Maybe so, Honey, but I know. You and I have had some mind-blowing experiences making love, but you've never experienced anything like that. You see, for us, anyway, it isn't just the woman who sees the stars, it's me, too. We ride that comet together, all the way into the blackness of interstellar space and see those stars together. When you see your flash of light, I'll see a super nova. With your background and a like interest in science to me, you might see the same as me. I sometimes think Carol Anne and Muffin just didn't have the terms to describe the flash they saw."

Riekie was in wonder. "You see it too? Wow!"

"Yeah. Mom was going to tell you about it, but you should know now. She said, and I quote, from a conversation we had when Muffin and Jo got pregnant — oh did we tell you they got pregnant the same night? Anyway, here's what Mom said, 'My! My! David! You really are connected to Your Girls. That's wonderful! Muffin, that's a stronger statement of love than any words could ever describe. I must make sure I tell Carol Anne and Riekie. If they ever doubted David's love, that should fix them. I've heard of it only a few times. It's almost the stuff of fairy tales'.

"That's how we're almost positive Karen Michelle is pregnant now -- modern science and medicine bedamned. She saw stars. She might not understand what she saw, but with everyone else, with the flash, there's also a knowing. We'll know more after they come down. You know that glow we talk about of a well-fucked woman, and how Mom said, and you said years ago, the only thing more beautiful is when that well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it? When you go in the kitchen, take a long hard look at our wives. They won't mind. You'll see they almost glow with health and vitality. Carol Anne might have a little extra today after this morning, but you'll see it. Then when Karen Michelle comes down, look for it on her."

"David you sound almost whimsical when you describe this phenomenon, and you make it sound so wonderful and beautiful. I can hardly wait."

"Princess, do you remember our first New Year's when Clyde howled?"

"How can I ever forget? That night was magical for all of us."

"Do you remember howling yourself?

"Yes! It was hilarious!"

"Yeah, it was that. But do you remember that particular lovemaking? I know I do."

"Vaguely. I remember it as being spectacular. I've rarely come as hard as that time.' Her face got thoughtful. While she tried to remember, I went and closed the door. With the frigid blast cut off, the heat from the fireplace hit us like a wall. When I returned to her sitting on the hearth, she said. "I remember it was like fireworks or something like that."

"We rode the comet that night, my Princess, my True Love — we rode the comet. Knowing what I know now, why we didn't get pregnant that night escapes me. We must have just missed your time, or the Evil was already at work and blocked it somehow. We came that close that night, My Darling! That close!" I held up two fingers almost touching, tears running down my face for what almost was. "How much different things would have been if we had!"

"Yes! Yes! David! I remember! It was beautiful! You saw what I saw?" She threw her arms around me and hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe. She turned her face up for a kiss. It was one of the most tender kisses we ever shared as we mourned what almost was. When we broke from the kiss she whispered, "Is that why it's so important to you to get home before New Year's?"

"Yes, My Love, it is, and after what you told me about your time being near then, it's even more important now. Both times this year, when babies were made, it was in a friendly warm, secure, almost magical environment, that was home. I don't want to take any chances by staying here. It's not our home. Karen Michelle got lucky. For her, we created that environment, because she has no where else, but what we made for her might not work for us. I'd like nothing better than to take you back to that old barn and make our babies there, but it's winter, and as nice as that place is, I think you'd freeze your pretty butt off. I don't want to wait until summer, so the farm it is. It worked for Muffin and Jo. It'll work for us."

"David, there's the romantic I love so much about you. I thought he'd hidden on me, but he's back, and I love him so much! We'll make sure we're home, even if we have to fly!"

"Hon, I can't afford to fly six of us home. I'd be lucky to get two of us there, and I'll be damned if I leave the rest behind. Never again will any of us be separated."

"I can afford it. So can Carol Anne. You don't think Rick got all the money, do you? His lawyer tried too hard and it back fired. I did OK. My needs are simple, and I saved every cent I could. Carol Anne did the same. We know you're land rich and dollar poor. We know you have a good job you love, but it doesn't pay enough to support all of us. Even if you did buy it from Mom and Dad that farm didn't come cheap, so it's gotta have a healthy mortgage. And we've seen the look of worry on your face whenever money is mentioned.

"So until Ben's will is probated, we have to find other means, and between us Carol Anne and I have that means. What I have isn't mine, it's ours — it belongs to the whole family. And Carol Anne feels the same. We talked about it yesterday while you and Muffin made up the room for Bob and Karen Michelle. I told you I've hoped and planned since the breakup to get back with you some day. Saving most of my salary and what I made from the settlement with Rick in the divorce when he tried to welch on our prenuptial agreement was part of that, and is my contribution to our family. Carol Anne saved her money for the same reason, even when she had no hope at all.

"Between what we've saved and what you make, we can do quite nicely, thank you. We don't even really need Ben's money. And if I decide to go back into practice after we get home, it'll be even easier, although I don't look forward to the hours. So don't you be worrying about whether we get home in time to knock me up, because we will. All of us will."

Once again, Riekie had shown that side of her we didn't often see — her fierce determination. Rather than be embarrassed as many men would have been in their foolish manly pride, I felt a great weight being lifted off me. "Jesus, Hon, most men would take this as a kick to the balls, but we always knew it would take more than what I made to support us, so all I can say is thank the Goddess for two wives with such foresight!"

Riekie giggled. "Yeah, but most men don't have three wives with four kids and at least three on the way at the same time either, do they?"

While we talked, we'd been oblivious of everything else, except to glance to the kids now and then. Our conversation had run down and we were just sitting on the hearth, facing each other holding hands when Diane came to get us. "Am I intruding? You two look like Robert and Karen Michelle. Coffee's on, and breakfast is almost ready. Carol Anne wants us all in the kitchen before they come down, and they'll be down as soon as I call them. Did you hear her yell again? Sounds like they got in their insurance marker as Dad would say." <Giggle>

I woke out of my reverie and grinned. "Did you say she yelled again? Oh, Princess, that's the other significant sign. When you get pregnant, you won't scream your orgasm, you'll yell with pure joy, won't she Muffin? Karen Michelle has yelled twice. By tonight, she'll be back to screaming. Funny we didn't hear her."

Diane laughed out loud. "I'm not surprised you didn't hear her. I saw you two talking a few minutes ago. The conversation looked so intense, I bet the roof could've blown off and you wouldn't have heard it. And yes, Princess, if you're anything like the rest of the family, you'll yell and holler but you won't scream when David pumps a baby into you. And you'll come; you'll come like nothing you've ever experienced before. Every other orgasm you've ever had will seem like firecrackers compared to that bomb.

"Ya shoulda heard me! The thing is it's so beautiful you try to describe it, and you want the whole world to know by shouting it out. David said Carol Anne hollered and we all heard Momma Jo. Now we've heard Karen Michelle switch from screaming to yelling. Sometimes I yell when I come, but nothing like that, and I'm sure you've yelled instead of screaming the odd time too, but when it happens you'll know the difference. Ok you two, off to the kitchen for your breakfast. I'll get the guests of honour."

As we collected the twins from their quiet play, Riekie laughed. "I wonder what branch of the family tree Karen Michelle is from? From what you've told me, it sounds more a family trait than something directly related to the Old Ways."

"Jeezus, Princess! I said exactly the same thing to Carol Anne!" Laughing, we guided our children into the kitchen for breakfast. The kitchen was a little cool with a cold breeze blowing in a slightly opened window. Carol wasn't taking any chances.

Diane came in just as Riekie and I got our coffees. The twins were already drinking their juice. "They'll be right down. Robert complained about somebody opening their window, but Karen Michelle shut him up. I like her!" <giggle>



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Chapter 81


Wearing their robes, Bob and Karen came in a few minutes later, holding hands, obviously very much in love. Bob turned bright red and Karen blushed very prettily. My Girls (My Girls!) gave her a long hard look, causing some discomfiture then ran to her and hugged her tightly. It looked like they might smother the poor dear! They then turned their attention to Bob with very affectionate hugs and warm kisses. I took a good look at Karen. From where I sat, I could see it. She looked radiant, vibrant, alive! The glow emanating from her bespoke more than just a woman totally satisfied by sex, but a woman fulfilled and filled with new life.

My Wives ushered them to their places and got them coffee. The pulled their chairs tightly together and cuddled at the breakfast table. The diamond on Karen's finger sparkled and flashed in the light. I looked at Bob. He should have looked knackered, but he seemed refreshed. "So how do you feel this morning, Bud?"

"Never better Old Buddy-Old Pal. Never better. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse, though."

"Well hang on a minute. No horses on the menu today, just chickens and pigs. The girls are just about ready to serve." I turned my attention to Karen. "What's that shiny thing on your hand, Karen Michelle?"

She blushed prettily again, but promptly showed it to us -- a rather large solitaire diamond in a lovely setting. Riekie had given up a very valuable piece of jewelry! "Robert gave it to me. Isn't it gorgeous? Who'd have thought yesterday morning I'd meet, fall in love with, get engaged to, and marry My Man all in one day? It's a fairy tale!"

I played dumb, which, being a man, I'm VERY good at. The girls, standing at the counter hid their snickers behind getting breakfast ready. "Did you say married Karen Michelle?"

She blushed again. "Yes, David I did, and you don't have to play dumb with me! You know damn well what Robert and I did and said last night!" Fiesty girl, too!

I laughed in delight. "Karen Michelle, I may not know the exact words you said to each other, but I know the intent, and yes, the whole house heard what you did..."

She giggled! "We heard you, too! All that screaming and carrying on! A body could hardly get any sleep!"

Diane, no longer the one to mince words, said, "All that screaming and carrying on, eh? Now ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black! I don't suppose scarin' a poor ol' woman like me out of a sound sleep at two in the morning counts, eh? Poor little Princess here was startled half to death at five! I don't know if I'll ever get her calmed down! Poor little thing!"

Riekie took Diane's cue. "Yup! I was woked up re-al early by a aw-ful screech! It scar-ed me! I thinked some-body kil-led a pus-sy! Yup! What's her name Ka-ren Mi-chelle?" Riekie asked in little girl innocence, all batted eyes and bashfulness, twining her fingers and wringing her hands together. The twins started to break up. Mommy was doing her thing again, and they loved it.

Karen didn't have a clue what she was in for, but played along, adult to the kid. "Who's name, Little One?" If Riekie hadn't already been in character, that could have been dangerous!

Riekie was deep into it. Bob knew what was coming, and just shook his head. Diane and Carol, bless their hearts, were totally deadpan, nodding their heads exaggeratedly at everything Riekie said. "Your pus-sy's name, Ka-ren Mi-chelle. She screams so aw-ful loud! I-I thinked she wuz hurt! Yup! But she's aw-ful pret-ty! Yup! Uh-huh!"

Karen still didn't get it that her leg was being severely pulled. "I don't know, Little One. I don't have any pets."

Riekie insisted. "Ye-es you do! Ka-ren Mi-chelle. I sawed her with my own two eyes! Yup! I did! Uh-huh! We have pus-sies too! Yup! Uh-huh! We do! See?" Bob put his hand over his eyes, shaking his head, suspecting what was coming next. He'd heard Riekie go before, but not quite like this. She indicated herself, Carol and Diane. As each was indicated, they gave Karen a quick flash. "This is Sw-eet Pus-sy, and that's Mis-sus Pus-sy, and that's just Pus-sy!"

The twins were killing themselves. They giggled so hard, they didn't see what Karen and I saw. Nor did Bob, too busy contemplating his fingers. As the light of realization dawned on Karen's face, I thought maybe Riekie had pushed the gag too far, but Karen surprised us all, and brought the house down. She looked down, and when she looked back up, she was in the same character as Riekie, right down to the innocent blue eyes behind batted eyelashes and the wringing hands. In a little girl voice she whispered. "Pwes-cious! Pwes-cious Pus-sy!"

That did it! Diane and Carol collapsed into each other's arms in hysterics. I'd never seen either one of them laugh so hard. Riekie couldn't hold the character any longer and fell across the counter she'd been leaning on in peals of laughter. I laughed 'til tears ran down my face, but Karen didn't stop there.

That irrepressible little girl continued. "Pwes-cious Pus-sy made a new fwiend, Pwin-cess! Yup! She did! His name is Mis-ter Pe-ter! Mis-ter Pe-ter is aw-ful nice! He fed Pwes-cious Pus-sy her bwek-fast, and she ne-ver spilled a bit! He fil-led her all up! He fil-ed her aa-lll up with his Pwes-cious Stuff! Yup! he did! Uh-huh!" Then this wonderful child leaned across the table, head thrust forward, blue eyes the size of saucers and dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. "And ya know what? Pwin-cess? I think he put a ba-by in her! Yup! He did! Uh-huh!"

Stark realization at what she just revealed thundered through Karen. She bolted upright, gasped and clapped her hand to her mouth, dropping out of character instantly. She blushed bright red and tried to speak. "Wha... ?What did I say? I-I'm sorry. I-I was j-ust h-having fun a-and it slipped out. I-I'm not..."

In the ensuing hubbub at her unthinking revelation, no one except Bob and me heard her trying to protest she'd made a mistake while having fun. My Girls forgot their laughter almost instantly, formed their ring, and danced around in a circle, whooping and hollering with happiness. "WE KNEW IT! WE KNEW IT!" Their sudden joy and exuberance knocked Karen for a loop.

The little girls (the real ones) were the first ones to run to a very embarrassed and confused Karen and hug her. D.J. said smugly, barely heard above the din of her mothers celebrating. "I tol' ya!"

I grinned hugely then became serious, even stern. I held up my hand for quiet, and even had to raise my voice to get them to quiet down. The girls saw my face and became serious, or tried to, quickly stifling the odd giggle. The little girls clammed right up at such a stern looking Daddy. "So, Robert. Methinks you have some explaining to do. Waddaya have to say for yourself! Jeez, man! We send you on a simple errand. You come back with a beautiful young woman, and in less than 18 hours you've got her knocked up! Well? Wadday have ta say?"

Taken aback at the sudden sternness in my voice, and already reeling from Riekie's Little Girl act that Karen so masterfully usurped, Bob sat red-faced, gulping like a fish out of water, no words forthcoming. I turned to Karen. "And what about you, young lady? You meet a man for the first time just past noon. By supper time you're home to meet his family. Before midnight, you're on your back giving that man who was a stranger less than twelve hours before your cherry, and within a few hours of that, you claim you're married, impregnated with that man's child? Well? Waddaya have to say for yourself?"

Karen, also taken aback, and still embarrassed at her slip, tried, but couldn't. "I-I, David, I... I'm-I'm s-s-sorry..."

Seeing tears starting to well, I couldn't do it anymore. "Well, you two, if you don't have anything to say, I do." Barely controlling my laughter, I nodded to the girls. As they rushed to Karen to comfort and congratulate her, I threw back my head and hollered, "WAAAAHOOOO! BOB'S GONNA BE A DADDY!! WAAAAHOOOO!!!"

I jumped out of my chair, rushed around the table and threw my arms around both of them in a bear hug that left them gasping. Beaming with a smile that could have lit up the Skydome, tears of joy for them streaming down my face, I roared. "Congratulations! Oh my dear, dear friends! Congratulations! This is absolutely wonderful news! Maahhh-ve-lous! Simply maahhh-ve-lous!"

My Girls, and the little ones swarmed them, hugging and kissing until they couldn't handle anymore. The girls resumed their work, giggling quietly. I got back to my chair, still with that huge grin. Bob and Karen each wore a happily cuddling urchin in their laps. Bob held Karen tight; he finally clued in he'd been had but good. Still blushing, he grinned and said, "Ooooo! I owe ya big time now, Bud! Watch yer top knot!" And in vintage Yosemite Sam, "Ah'm agonna gitcha! Oooo-oooo! Ah'm agonna gitcha!"

Karen, hearing Bob crack off, realized she'd been had too, and regained her composure. "But-but, that was just a slip! I'm not really..."

Diane, unable to contain herself any longer interrupted her with a giggle. "Oh yes you are, Missy. Oh yes you are! David says you are. I say you are. D.J. says you are, and if she says you are, that's money in the bank. If K.P. backs her up it's pure gold. K.P., is D.J, right about Auntie Karen?"

K.P. looked up to her new 'Auntie' and very seriously intoned. "Auntie Karen, you and Unca Bob made a baby this morning. D.J. and me Saw it. Yup!"

Karen looked questioningly around the room. Riekie spoke from her position at the counter behind me. "The twins have the Sight, Karen. If they say it's so, then it's so. You're pregnant. David and Carol Anne figured it out first, even before the girls Saw it. They Saw it about the same time you hollered. We were giving the kids their bath when you yelled. Muffin just about fainted and then when we went to David and Carol Anne, they confirmed it. I'm new to this, too, Karen Michelle. Tell me what you saw and felt. Please?" This last came out as a plea.

Karen saw the longing to know on Riekie's beautiful countenance. "But Princess, you should know better than me. You've already had babies."

Bob gave Karen a little dig in the ribs to slow her down. "Hon, remember that part of the story? Riekie was artificially inseminated. It's not the same."

Karen nodded. "I didn't believe what I felt, and I'm still not sure. If Robert hadn't told me your story..."

Carol interrupted, laughing. "You mean in between all those screams he had time to tell you our tale? The whole thing? When did you sleep?"

Bob interjected. "Most of it. I was able to pick up after that first summer 'cause you and Muffin already told the first part. We got a couple hours sleep. I just don't understand why I feel so good, considering. I should look like Don and I used to."

I laughed, "Bob, there were other things at work. I'll explain in detail later, but for now, all you have to know is that you were under the influence of the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world."

He looked like somebody stabbed him. "You mean one of you slipped me a Mickey Fin? The hot chocolate!"

"No, Bob. If we could find a way to bottle it, though, we'd make a fortune. No, what you experienced was just a natural human female pheromone in super concentration. Like I said, I'll explain in detail later — to both of you; it's something you need to know. Please continue Karen Michelle."

Karen Michelle Roberts, less than eighteen hours ago had walked into our house very much the innocent blushing virgin. Although about to turn thirty, she had little or no experience with men, and absolutely none with sex, by her own admission. The only thing she knew at that point — four forty-five local — was that shortly after noon that day she had been blind-sided by love, and was still reeling from the shock. By shortly after eight the next day — now — she had declared that love openly, surrendered her virginity to that love, gotten engaged, 'married' under the Old Ways (privately but not formally), and became pregnant. Nothing special about her at all -- just your average young woman at Christmas, right? Yeah, I thought so... 

Now she was about to tell us how it was that she knew, or thought she knew she was actually pregnant. Riekie had asked, almost begged, her to share her experience. Karen was embarrassed to share intimate details of their lovemaking, but had to start somewhere. "All night, whenever we made love, I felt something inside me begging for release and this, this urgency. Our lovemaking was the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced! Oh! The first time was incredible! It hurt a bit, but soon it felt just so-o-o goo-ood! Each time seemed better than the last, although that first one will remain with me forever as something just so special! Robert was so gentle and loving! I fell more in

love every time he touched me!" She hugged Bob tightly.

"This morning, after you were a Witness, we took our shower like you ladies suggested. Robert was just cleaning me when something sort of twisted up inside Pwescious Pussy( She really did say it the way!), and I just had to have Robert in me right then! It was the most fantastic thing ever! I saw STARS, then this brilliant blue-white flash and something inside me seemed to almost jump when I came. I almost passed out. Poor Robert had to hold me from falling. Somehow, I knew we just made a baby.

"I know I screamed a lot during the night <giggle> but this time just felt so extra good, I had to shout my joy to the whole world! The man I just met yesterday -- the man I want to spend eternity with had just made a baby with me! I didn't tell him just then, because despite what I thought I knew, I'd never heard of such a thing except in your story. Robert is such a good story teller (She's right about that!) I thought he might have embellished a bit.

"But it was only a few minutes later when I felt that urgent need to be filled again. This time I didn't see stars, but it was still magnificent and felt so good, I had to yell my happiness again. I still feel like yelling! I was scared to tell Robert. After all we only just met! And I didn't think he'd believe me. But I did, and he was so happy! I couldn't believe it! Am I dreaming? Am I going to wake up and find none of this is real? At one level I'm still not convinced I'm pregnant, but deep inside I know! It's so confusing!

"Since I first met Princess and saw David, Muffin and the twins with her on Christmas Eve, my life has been turned upside down. I feel like Sleeping Beauty and Robert is my prince! What's happening to me? Grandma told me about the Old Ways, and that while some things seemed almost magical, they were just heightened reality. But this does seem almost magical."

She ran down, tears streaming down her pretty cheeks. Riekie also had tears in her eyes, and a faraway look as she dreamed of what almost was and could be. She whispered to herself. 'So close... So close... It won't get away from me this time! Stars! I gotta see those stars!"

I reached behind, pulled her onto my lap and cuddled her. I kissed her neck. "You will, sweet Princess, you will."

Riekie cuddled comfortably in my lap, I asked Karen, "You may think this is a dumb question, but how did you get to see those stars?"

She giggled. "It was like a ride on a shooting star or a comet, and I swore Robert was on it with me. Like I said, it was the most incredible experience of my life! I have absolutely nothing to compare it with. What a ride!"

"Bob, while Karen Michelle was off riding her comet, where were you?"

Bob coloured a bit, totally unused to discussing his intimate affairs. "Ahem! I was... uh... I was on the comet with Karen Michelle." Then he loosened up. "Dave! It was the wildest thing ever! I caught the tail of a comet and rode it out to the farthest point of its orbit through shooting stars and meteors to the edge of deep space where the stars are just brilliant points of light! At the comet's apogee, I saw the most beautiful blue-white of an exploding super nova! When I came to my senses, poor Karen Michelle was almost passing out, but I heard her yell 'STARS!' and I knew we'd been the same place."

Wow! Mom would never believe this! She thought I was unusual! Paul never did say what he saw... Diane and Carol served breakfast, telling Riekie to stay put. They saw the longing in her eyes and her need to be held. I almost regretted telling her how close we'd once come. Karen asked me how I knew or figured out she was pregnant or about to be before everyone else.

Over breakfast, I explained. I first told her about my dad's almost uncanny ability to deduce things from seemingly disconnected facts, and that I had somewhere along the line, probably through exposure and osmosis, acquired a similar skill. Then I told Bob and her about the pheromones she produces, and how women inured in the Old Ways seem to produce them in superabundance when it was their time. I explained their affect on a man, and why in super concentration they could pose a problem.

With lots of laughing and gentle teasing of both Carol and me, I told them the 'broken Rascal' story, thus giving them the caution they needed. Carol told her what happened to me this morning when exposed to Karen's panties. Karen blushed bright red when she learned I'd been sniffing her frillies then laughed delightedly when Carol told her, "Huh! Some Dirty Old Man he is! He couldn't get close to them! He was scared to death!" She softened her tone, though. "Although after what happened in September, I don't blame him. He was hurting! And I was scared! I thought for sure I'd broken Rascal, and I was gonna have two very pissed off wives to deal with if I had!" That brought peals of laughter from all sides.

After Carol's interruption, I explained that this morning I had a very unusual experience, and suspected the house was full of pheromones which could only come from her or Riekie. Given Bob's phenomenal performance as opposed to my one unusual experience, I deduced I was farther from the source than him, so it couldn't be Riekie. Then I explained about the lack of semen on her towel. Even if she normally didn't leak very much, the number of 'fillings' still suggested there should have been more than there was. She had no previous experience, but accepted what I said. She blushed beet red when she did say she leaked quite a bit on the first one. I agreed; the evidence on the towel supported her.

I told her I was pretty well convinced, until she yelled, especially when she hollered 'STARS'. Then I knew. D.J.'s announcement was just additional confirmation. I wrapped up. It hadn't taken all that long. "So, Karen Michelle You're pregnant. Do you believe that now?"

She sighed dreamily. "Yes, David, I do. It's still a miracle to me, but I believe it."

"The creation of any life is a miracle. Now, down to brass tacks. Have you guys talked about the future?"

Bob replied, "Not very much. I just know I want to spend my life with her. With a baby on the way, there's no way I'm leaving her here in Calgary, either. Karen Michelle, my love, I know it's sudden, but I see no choice. You're going back to Van with me."

"What about my job, Robert? I should give notice."

"Call in today. Give them notice 'til the end of the week. That's a Mickey Mouse job anyway, as far as I'm concerned. I'm off until after New Year's so I can stay here with you. I make pretty good money, enough to support us, and I have a house. Margaret didn't get that, and I don't pay any support. Hell! We can even get legally married!"

"Where will we stay until then? We can't stay here; the family's going home tomorrow. There's no way that dried up old prune I room with will let me have a man in the apartment, and I have to let her know I'm moving out, too."

I spoke up. "Au contraire, Madame! You can stay here. You might have to share with the boys, but they'll let you stay. Hell, after we leave take the master bedroom. You guys might actually get to play in the hot tub. We haven't had time. If I may make a suggestion, call your roomie today and tell her you've moved out and will have your stuff out by the end of the week. If she bitches, which I'm sure she will, give her a full month's rent, not just your usual half, in lieu of notice. Bob, can you afford a month's rent for your wife? We can spot it to you until the will is probated if you can't." Riekie, snuggled into me, nodded her approval.

Bob asked Karen how much her rent was. When she told him, he laughed. "No loans required, but thanks for the offer. I got it covered. Rent here is a lot cheaper than in Van! We'll do OK, but I'll have to get a bigger bed. I'm getting too used to these king size ones here. Lots of play room!" Karen dug him in the ribs for his crack.

We finished breakfast as the conversation about their practicalities finished. Carol shooed Bob and me out of the kitchen with our coffees. "You two take the kids and vamoose! We'll clean up and join you in a few minutes. Karen Michelle, would you help us please?"

Riekie moved off my lap to help with the cleanup. Bob and I were at the door with the twins when Carol called us. "Oh boys, watch this! C'mon Muffin, let's welcome Karen Michelle to the family our way. Karen Michelle, you're gonna love this!"

Diane and Carol placed there hands on Karen's shoulders, threw back their heads and howled. Damned if Karen didn't join them.

"YIP! YIP! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"

"AAIII! AAIII! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"

The three of them broke down in giggles. Karen, wiping tears from her eyes gasped. "Oh, thank you! I wanted to do that this morning!"

I walked out shaking my head, "There's gotta be a connection!"

The kids went back to playing with their toys while Bob and I talked. He was so happy all he wanted to talk about was Karen. I just let him prattle on. He'd had to listen to me about Carol and Riekie enough, now it was my turn to listen. The girls came out of the kitchen a short time later. Carol was just outlining what we needed to do before the service so we would be ready to pack and load the van and trailer when the doorbell rang. Bob answered the door and Beth Richards breezed in. I thought this was her normal way, all motherly rush and bother, rather than the sedate Priestess we saw Christmas Eve. I liked her more this way -- it suited her physical presence better. My Girls and Karen were all standing around me when she bustled in with her garment bag and travel bag.

Beth saw Karen. "Oh My God, David! Not another one! Won't you at least leave some Princesses for the rest of the guys?"

Huh? Karen was a Princess? Well, only the Priestesses seemed to even know what that quasi-royal term meant, and only they seemed to be able to recognize them routinely. But maybe that was the connection with My Girls! There must be some 'social stratum' within Wicca that decreed certain females were born 'Princesses', and all 'Princesses' displayed certain common behaviors. If Beth had time, I'd ask her. Mom had never explained it. I felt I was on the verge of a personal discovery.

Beth turned to Karen and curtsied to her. "Good morning, Princess. David, aren't you going to introduce us?" Karen was stunned! She'd recognized My Girls as Princesses herself, but didn't know she herself was one. But then, My Girls hadn't either. No wonder they were so nervous when they met her! They knew, but just didn't say! I imagined Riekie recognized her; when she came back from the airport she told the others. At that time we didn't know if she was familiar with the Old Ways, so to call her Princess without knowing would have been a faux pas to them.

"Uh... yeah! Karen Michelle Scott, née Roberts, please meet Beth Richards, Priestess to the Goddess."

Karen blushed and curtsied to Beth. "How do you do, Priestess? I've never met a Priestess before. I'm honoured."

Beth laughed her big laugh. "David! You sure find the ones with manners! Scott, née Roberts, you say? Then she's not one of your tribe?"

Bob had followed her in by now. He slipped his arm possessively around Karen. "Nope! He didn't get this one, Beth, She's mine, all mine, or is it I'm hers?"

"Well, Bob, whichever way you look at it, you've both made fine catches, I think. Carol Anne, is there some place I can change? The rest of you can stay as you are. Sorry to be in a rush, but it's a busy day for me, and then there's Ben's service. I wouldn't go except for Robbie and Jamie. I already said goodbye to Ben. Ah, I see my little apprentices are here. K.P. and D. J. would you help me again?"

The little girls beamed and curtsied. "Yes, Priestess."

Beth surveyed the room. "Ah! This is a happy room! Not like the rest of the house, so cold and empty of emotion! That architect should visit some real family homes before he designs any more houses. Well, I'll just get changed, now. Lead on, Carol Anne." Carol led Beth to the den where she could change into her gown. Beth said something to Carol, and she dashed upstairs, returning with a folded towel in her arms which she carefully placed on an end table.

When Beth emerged from the den, she was the sedate Priestess again, with that regal presence they all seemed to get when performing a Rite, dressed in her long homespun gown. She floated up to Bob and Karen, who weren't sure what was happening, although I'm sure Bob was getting a pretty good idea. It was apparent Beth hadn't come just on a social call.

Beth began. "Karen and Bob, before I proceed, I must ask a few simple questions. It's a little structured, but basically an interview. Please don't be embarrassed by them, they are necessary. Bob, unlike with the retying the other night, this is a First Time. Are you familiar with that?" I saw Bob's face light up. He knew for sure what was coming next. Karen was a little slower, but then realization hit her, too, and she glowed even more if that was possible.

Bob nodded. "Yes, I was a Witness for Carol Anne and Dave, and then again with Riekie. Although over the years I've learned what we did may have been somewhat abbreviated."

"Good, then I'll carry on. You can help Karen if she stumbles or hesitates."

"Face each other and hold hands." They did.

"Karen and Bob, have you shared a bed and made love in that bed? Karen?"

Karen blushed, but answered. "Yes, we did, and have."

"Bob?'

Without hesitation. "Yes, we did, and have."

"Have you made vows to each other swearing undying love and fidelity? Karen?'

Karen's voice was dreamy, "Oh, Yes, we did."

"Bob?"

"Yes, we did."

"Have you exchanged rings? Karen?"

Karen hung her head. "No, Priestess, much to my shame. It was very sudden. I had no ring for him." Beth looked at Carol, who nodded. Beth smiled, aware now of the surprise.

"No matter for now, Karen. Bob?"

"I gave Karen Michelle a diamond ring as a token of my troth until we can get wedding rings."

"Well said, Bob. The Goddess is pleased. It's a very pretty ring, Karen."

"Karen, answer this carefully. Are you now wed?"

Dreamily "Oh, yes, I am wed."

"Bob, again, consider it carefully. Are you now wed?"

Again without hesitation. "I am wed."

Beth turned to Carol. "Carol Anne, please come forward with your other Witnesses if there are any, and your sign."

Carol retrieved the towel from the table. She, Riekie and Diane, lined up behind Karen and Bob in front of Beth. When they were in place, she asked. "Witnesses, have you verified that this union was consummated?"

Carol got very solemn. "As an Official Witness, I have verified that this union was consummated. I offer this towel bearing the stain of Virgin Blood as evidence and proof."

Beth examined the towel, but not too closely. She regarded Karen with new respect. "Virgin, eh? Good girl! The Goddess is extremely pleased. That is a gift beyond value, my Princess."

Riekie spoke next. "As an Official Witness, I also have verified that this union was consummated. The towel I also offer as proof."

Diane said, "I too am an Official Witness, I have verified that this union was consummated. The towel is our evidence."

Beth handed the towel back to Carol then intoned. "All the questions have been asked and answered satisfactorily, according to ancient custom. These two people, Robert Scott, and Karen Michelle Roberts, have wed themselves by ancient custom. Witnesses have verified the union and produced evidence. We can now proceed. Come, my elvish apprentices, it is time." K.P. and D. J. ran to her and took up their positions.

I found Bob's camera and snapped a few of the six of them. They'd have a photo record of their wedding at least. Funny, the only photos we had of us were the prom and this Christmas. I checked the camera for film. It was Ok.



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Chapter 82


Beth held out her hand to Carol, who indicated me. She stepped up to Beth and whispered something to her. Beth nodded and Carol returned to her place. I took the small leather pouch out of my pocket and handed it to her. Beth extracted the two wedding bands. She handed one each to K.P. and D.J. She explained to Karen and Bob as she gave the rings to the children, "These rings are Carol Anne and Ben's wedding presents to you."

"Karen, please remove your diamond." Karen took off her diamond engagement ring. Beth took it from her for safe keeping, promising to return it later.

Beth and her apprentices raised their arms high, the children raising the rings. Her voice rose in supplication. "May the Goddess bless these rings and what they symbolize. These rings are the symbol, worn every day, of the knot you will tie." Then she and her tiny helpers lowered their arms, holding the rings in front of them.

She had D.J. hand Bob her ring. "Bob, place Karen's ring on her hand and say. 'Karen Michelle Roberts, I thee wed'."

He slipped her ring onto Karen's hand "Karen Michelle Roberts, I thee wed."

Karen's ring fit the ring finger of her left hand perfectly.

Beth handed Bob's ring to Karen. "Karen take Bob's ring, and place it on his hand. Say 'Robert Scott, I thee wed'."

Karen spoke with a clear voice. "Robert Scott, I thee wed."

Beth then had them join their ring hands. Aside from repeating Beth's words, no one had spoken a word while they exchanged rings. Once they held each others' hands, Beth produced a string, long, strong, and quite ornate from that invisible pocket in her gown. She wrapped it around their hands such that they were bound securely, and tied a tight, secure knot. Beth intoned. "Now, under the sacred knot you will bind yourselves to each other. Say together after me. 'We, Karen Michelle Roberts and Robert Scott take solemn oath and promise before these witnesses that we are now wed, each to each in love and friendship forever."

They repeated the vow together.

I spoke in clear tones, my voice ringing in joy and pride, "I am Witness to this joining of two hearts. Let no man put it asunder." My Wives each repeated my words.

From her traveling bag Beth took out another of those special cakes, that wasn't a wedding cake per se, but more like bread. She had them cut it into two more or less equal pieces with their still-bound hands using a small knife she also drew out of her traveling bag. She bade each take a bite of a piece then a bite from each others' so both pieces had been bitten by each of them. Then she took the remaining bits and passed them to the rest of us. She took a small bit of each herself. By the time everyone had a bite of each piece, the cake was all gone.

Beth spoke again. "You two, Karen and Bob are now joined by the sacred bridal knot. Today the two of you have exchanged rings and said a vow to each other declaring and promising eternal love and friendship. You have shared the bounty of the earth represented by this cake with each other and your friends. As Her earthly representative present, I give you the blessing of the Goddess and pronounce you Wed in Her sight and to the world. Bob, please kiss your bride."

Bob wasn't any slow coach. He took Karen into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. It was a little awkward with their left hands tied together like that but they managed very nicely.

When they separated from their kiss, Beth kissed each of them sweetly on the lips. She then motioned for me, My Wives and the twins to do the same. I got a sweet kiss from Karen, and a hug and handshake from Bob. The twins got huge hugs and kisses from both. I was immensely proud of my little princesses.

After all the kisses, hugs and handshakes, Beth spoke again. "Now your circle is complete." Now that I knew what it meant, I was happy indeed for Bob and Karen

Beth unraveled the string without untying the knot, and gave it to Karen, saying. "Save this string as your remembrance of this day." The she took Karen's left hand and replaced her diamond on her ring finger. "I told you I'd give it back." Then she hugged Karen again.

She turned to us, and in a new twist, she grinned and said. "Family and friends, I present Mr. and Mrs. Robert Scott."

Beth had even more surprises. Out of her bag she produced a small ornate book. She wrote in it, then asked Karen and Bob to sign it. Then she asked us to sign as Witnesses. She explained. "This isn't an official document, but I like to keep a record. I call it the 'TempleRegister'. I left a blank page for your tribe, David. In all the commotion over Ben the other night, I forgot to have you and yours sign it. I'll get Robbie and Jamie this afternoon."

After we had all signed her 'Register' for Bob and Karen, she filled out the blank page she'd left for us and had us sign it except for Karen. Basically it was just the date and the Rite performed. I leafed idly through the book, and was pleasantly astonished at the number of multiple marriages. Beth certainly was no stranger to the concept, and we were far from unique!

We wanted Beth to stay for coffee, but she had other things to do. Before she left, I asked her about my conclusions regarding Princesses. Beth explained that Princesses were born to it as I suspected. To all intents and purposes they were, to use her words "crudely put, they're the 'breeders' of the old Blood families, for in them the Old Blood flows the purest." She confirmed they had traits and behaviors in common, but knowing when you're pregnant was the rarest one of all. She'd never seen anyone with that ability yet. She was stunned beyond words when there were three confirmed in the room, one probable, and one confirmed at home. Like me, she suspected an actual family connection somewhere along the line with Karen, but thought it would be almost impossible to check.

She said where Princesses were the true 'mothers' of the Old Ways, being born to it, Priestesses were the 'mothers' to the people of the faith, studying long and hard to achieve that status. Witches were similar, but filled a more practical role. In old times they were midwives and healers. At the thought of witches, she looked up. "Roberts? Karen Michelle Roberts? I knew of a Michelle Roberts years ago. She was a very powerful witch in Vancouver. She should have become a priestess, I don't know why she never did. Karen?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know a Michelle Roberts, like your second name?"

"Yes, that's my grandmother. I was named after her."

"Is she still among the living? Does she practice the Old Ways? Someone taught you."

"Oh, yes! She's in her late sixties, but doesn't look a day over fifty, maybe younger. I hope I look half as good at her age. Yes, she told me she was a witch, but when my parents took to Christianity, she got very quiet about it. She taught me secretly, but I embraced it openly and my parents never forgave her."

"Praise the Goddess! I only met her a couple times. She's very nice, and a powerful witch. Karen, you make sure she gets that towel. She'll be so proud and pleased! And here's my card. Give it to her and tell her she has my prayers. Oh! Look at the time! I must get changed and be on my way!" It was still only a little past nine thirty, but she acted like it was past midday, and bustled off to change out of her gown.

Despite being a Witness for Karen and Bob, I managed to get quite a few pictures of their wedding. Bob was really pleased. We stood about kibitzing for a bit, but Carol soon rounded us up for various chores. Bob and Karen were sent off to get dressed. Carol told them in no uncertain terms to be quick about it, too. Hanky-panky could wait 'til later. Before they went to get dressed, Beth returned from changing. She hugged them both and wished them well in their new life together, congratulating them on their marriage and the new baby. We all said our goodbyes and 'Happy New Year'. As she hustled and bustled out the door, she said, "Say hello to your mother, The High Priestess for me. Tell Lori I'll call after the New Year when things slow down a bit. May the Goddess protect you!"

After she left, Karen asked me incredulously, "Your mother is The High Priestess? You just said she was a Priestess Holy shit! What kind of family am I in?"

"Yup! Isn't everybody's? Magical, Karen Michelle, magical." I always thought Mom was a High Priestess. It never occurred to me there might only be one. Hmmm. More questions.

After Beth left, Carol organized us to get things cleaned up and packed for her. Bob and I brought all the empty boxes up so she could start packing. We didn't have any packing paper until Karen suggested using the used gift wrap. With that suggestion, all Carol's small items were soon being packed. Diane and Riekie got laundry. There wasn't a lot, but they decided to not only do the bed linens and table services we used, but also anything of our personal clothing that needed washing. It's a lot nicer to travel with clean clothes than a smelly old laundry bag. We figured we'd get grungy enough on the way home.

It never ceased to amaze me how well my wives got along at domestic chores. There was a minimum of fuss and bother. From the beginning, way back when, Carol and Riekie had always functioned like a well-oiled machine. Adding Diane to the mix seemed to make it run even better. Their happy chatter and banter as they worked was always a source of pride and delight to me. It still is. Now we had Karen, at least temporarily, and she fit in just as smoothly as Diane. Bob and I had always worked well together, and although it had been years, we still had that ability, an almost uncanny way of knowing what tool the other needed for a job, and have it ready to hand for him. I guess that's basically the way the girls worked and continue to this day.

It wasn't long before Bob and I had most of the stuff Carol wanted to take out of the basement and into the garage ready to load. We would have to wait until everything was moved up and packed, before we loaded, though. I hate like hell getting a load almost built only to find most of it has to come off to fit some last minute item. Better to survey everything you have to load, get a mental picture of how it will go in the vehicle and build the load accordingly.

Carol's bed was the only one being moved, as it was part of the set she inherited from Oma, and also the only large piece of furniture except for the dressers and the end tables. The one that had been in her room was stored in the basement. Bob and I checked it out, ready to switch them around, and discovered the two were virtually identical. To save moving that item twice, we suggested she take the one from the basement and leave hers in the room. Then we'd only have to get her cabinetry out. She thought that was a good idea, so we moved the one from the basement to the garage.

I didn't want to disturb Bob and Karen from their room, but we needed to move that cabinetry out. The originals were in the basement as replacements. With Carol's blessing, we moved her cabinetry to the garage, and brought the originals back up from the basement. We had her old bedroom completely changed over by noon. Lunch was left-over-turkey sandwiches. The last things to be packed would be our clothes and the kids' toys.

Everyone worked until one then we broke to change for the service. The family was eager to get on the road, but we had to perform this last function for Ben. Karen had only the clothes she came in, plus the kilt and sweater Carol had loaned her. Her old apartment wasn't that far away, maybe fifteen minutes. About eleven thirty she broke off from helping Carol pack and Bob drove her over to get her clothes.

Bob was funny as blazes when he reported back to us what transpired when they got there. Her roomie was in, as Boxing Day was a holiday for her, too. He said she was exactly as Karen described — Riekie's Temperance Lady made real with bells on. Karen wasn't in the door two minutes when she started into Karen about running around like a loose woman, and started running down Bob, whom she'd never seen before, for corrupting the morals of a young woman.

Karen got angry, and soon had her choking on her words when she waved that rock and wedding band under her nose. The roomie was pissed, as we suspected, and tried to give Karen a very hard time about moving out, but when Bob wrote her out a cheque for a month's rent without batting an eye, she soon calmed down. It seemed money and fine jewelry was the key to that woman. They were back by twelve thirty. Karen was still angry when she got back to the house, and couldn't wait to get her own things out of that apartment.

While she was at the apartment, Karen called her job to give her notice 'til the end of the week, because she'd gotten married and was moving to Vancouver. Her boss, a newlywed himself, accepted her resignation, and told her she didn't need to come back, to take the rest of the week off. She gave him Bob's address in Vancouver to forward her last cheque and record of employment. She and Bob got a honeymoon of sorts, anyway.

By one thirty, we were all ready for the service. Carol could still get into her little black number, although she complained it was a little snug around the waist. It'd do for a couple hours at least. I got three cuffs upside the head when I suggested they wear their wedding gowns. Riekie and Diane made do with the most demur of their black pullovers, of which they all seemed to have an abundance, and dark coloured skirts. Karen, strangely enough, brought similar style clothing with her, and dressed accordingly. They all went braless, naturally. In deference to the cold, they all wore pantyhose, and complained about it from the outset.

The limo from the funeral chapel pulled up in front of the house at one thirty just as the boys said. Bob and Karen decided to follow in Bob's car, rather than crowd the limo. My wives, two kids and I climbed in. My friend Ben was gone. Now I had to deliver a eulogy to a room full of strangers.

We arrived at the small chapel a few minutes after the limo picked us up. Robbie and Jamie were already there with their girl friends. They introduced us to their ladies and greeted us like true family, calling Carol 'Mom', despite the hot kiss she gave them the night before. So much for me being a prognosticator. Except for them, we were the only family present. Several of Ben's oldest friends had also arrived early to act as honourary pall bearers.

Despite it being the Holiday season, there was a very large turn out. Some of the attendees were the boys' own friends, there to support them. Ben knew and was respected by a large number of people. We needn't have worried about our dress for this memorial. Everyone, including the boys was dressed very casually. The whole affair was casual, without that air of morbid sentimentality that I normally associate with funerals.

When we were seated, the boys accorded us 'next of kin' status. We occupied the whole front row. The boys sat side by side, their girl friends on Jamie's outside, with Carol next to Robbie, then me, Riekie, Diane, Karen and Bob. Diane and Riekie nominally held the children, but being kids, they played musical laps and often were on the boys, much to their delight and their girl friends' chagrin. The boys never did marry those girls. I remember them as being stylish and pretty in a self-absorbed sort of way, and to this day cannot remember their names.

It quickly became apparent that this was a celebration of Ben's life. While everyone except Ben's boys, and Beth Richards was a stranger to me and mine, they all knew Ben, and had positive, happy memories of him. Carol knew a few people, especially those friends he had through the business. Almost all the ones who knew Carol had to be introduced to her. They didn't recognize her at first, and were stunned at the transformation.

A few knew a little of our story, and were solicitous of her pregnancy. Those who noticed it but didn't know anything discretely kept whatever they thought to themselves. It was obvious Robbie and Jamie had no problem with it. Jamie even patted her tummy once and asked once how his new 'little brother and sister' were doing.

All four of the ladies in our group drew appreciative stares from the men again much to the chagrin of the boys' girlfriends. They were used to being the centre of male attention, and although Karen and Diane were actually not far from their own age, resented being upstaged by these four 'older' women.

A truly pleasant surprise was the number of children present as well as our own. Their happy chatter helped brighten the proceedings considerably. A surprising late arrival was the two nurses who had been so kind to us. I noticed they both joined Beth when they took their seats.

The service didn't follow the usual format. It was totally non-denominational. The preacher, if you could call him that, was more of a moderator, and it turned out, he actually knew Ben. He was very low key and I liked him immediately. He read a brief biography of Ben highlighted with a few of his own memories of Ben. His text was a collection of Ben's favourite poems and quotations, and his own thoughts on what it was to be a 'good' person. Robbie and Jamie spoke together, taking turns, remembering all the good times, and some of the bad they had with their dad. They remembered his support, strength and friendship, especially during their mother's prolonged illness. Beth Richards spoke and described Ben as a caring, loving man she was proud to have known.

The moderator asked the congregation to volunteer remembrances of Ben. As usual, people were a little slow coming forward, but after the first one or two, speakers popped up all over the room. Most people just had an anecdote to tell that illustrated how Ben touched their lives. The picture that built up from all the stories and testimonials was of a man respected for his fairness, generosity of spirit, and his respect for other people. At the end of the open testimonials, the preacher called me forward as his 'closer'. He told me after that Robbie and Jamie specifically asked that I speak last because I was the last to speak directly with Ben. They thought it was fitting.

I still hadn't prepared anything I was satisfied with, but I had a few ideas, and figured I'd wing it. I introduced myself and became quite choked up as I spoke, "I'm sorry. I've tried and tried since Robbie and Jamie asked me to speak to come up with something eloquent and profound to share with you today. It's proved almost impossible because there are no words to describe what is in my heart for Ben. What I say to you now is the most feeble of efforts to try.

"I was with Ben when he passed over and was the last person to actually speak with him. Among his last words to me were, 'Goodbye, David, my dear, dear friend. I'll miss you and our talks, but Kate wants me home'. Saying goodbye to Ben was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. The only true solace I have were his last three words, whispered almost below hearing as he went to Kate's loving arms -- 'See ya, David.' — I know now I'll be seeing my dear, dear friend Ben again someday.

"I didn't know Ben very long, but in the short time I did, he touched me in ways few people ever have. I actually only met Ben in person once, the day he died, although I'd known him for several months through regular phone conversations. The circumstances through which we came to know each other are unusual to say the least. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that he helped and protected someone very dear to me when she needed it most. It was through his attempt to help her become a whole person again that I came to know him. Between us, we succeeded beyond his wildest dream.

"Ben, to me, was first and foremost a true friend. Those of you who know me know the high value I place on friendship. In the short time I knew him I came to love him more than I have loved any other man save one, my own father. He gave and expected nothing in return. He listened and was non-judgmental. He offered advice only when asked, and was a willing shoulder to cry on. He trusted and was trusted. He welcomed a stranger, me, into his life... and his death. My family owes everything to this man. He had a generosity of spirit that has rarely if ever been matched. His last acts were the most magnanimous gestures I have ever witnessed.

"Charles Dickens caught the spirit of Ben's magnanimity in 'A Tale of Two Cities'. As Ben passed, Sydney Carton's last words reverberated through my mind. 'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known'.

"I've heard several people today mention how good a person Ben was. I'm here to tell you he wasn't just a good person. He was the best. There are two fine young men, Ben's sons, Robbie and Jamie, here today I would gladly call my own sons who bear witness to that. They are Ben's legacy to us and I am proud to count them among my friends.

"Carol Anne told me once she overheard the boys talking shortly after she and Ben were married. They were in their teens, almost grown themselves. Ben had just done something that impressed them. She didn't know what; she didn't hear that part of the conversation. What she did hear though was this: Robbie said, 'Dad's so cool! When I grow up, I want to be just like him!" and Jamie's reply to that was similar, 'Yeah! So cool! Me too! I want to be just like Dad.' What more fitting epitaph for any man, than to have his own children want to emulate him in their lives? From what I've seen of Robbie and Jamie, they have succeeded. I could go on, but let me leave you with this thought. When I grow up, I want to be just like Ben.

"Ben, may the Goddess protect you and guide your spirit to the light... and mine. See ya, Ben."

As I stepped away from the lectern, Robbie, Jamie and Carol rose and embraced me in a group hug. I didn't realize I'd said anything that profound, but I touched something in them. As I sat down, Riekie hugged my arm tight to her. She whispered, "My poet. My romantic. My One True Love."

The preacher-cum-moderator closed the service with a benediction. Beth rose and gave the Old Ways benediction as well. "May the Goddess protect you and guide your spirit."

The memorial service was over in less than an hour, with a small reception in the lounge area of the chapel after. Most people still had Holiday activities to attend, so couldn't stay, but a few did, long enough to be sociable. The boys joined us as we stood in a group, feeling lost among strangers. They got Carol between them and each slipped an arm around her. She responded in kind, pulling them close to her. Once again the close bond between her and those boys was apparent. The boys' girl friends were nowhere to be seen until I spied them laughing and talking with a group of the boys' friends.

Jamie told her, "Mom, I'd almost forgotten that conversation David mentioned that you overheard. We should tell you the whole story of why we said that." He looked to Robbie for agreement.

Robbie laughed, "Yes! Mom, David, and all the rest of the family should know. You tell them Jamie. I'm always doing the talking. It's your turn."

Jamie began, "You were right. Dad had done something that really impressed us. He married you, Mom. Robbie and I fell in love with you, not as a woman, but as a potential new Mom, the first time we met you. We knew you carried a great pain and sadness, but you were a mother to us, even before you married, just when we needed it. Although since you've been healed, we've been forced to look at you as a beautiful, sensual woman as well. <Chuckle>

"The day you overheard us, Dad had just told us the most amazing story. You can guess what that story was. He had just wormed the whole thing out of you, Mom, and he was overwhelmed. He had to share it with us. Even as teenagers, the love story and then the tragic loss affected us deeply. He was afraid when he told us we'd be jealous of David for him, but how could we be jealous of a love so deep? It fit perfectly with a teenager's idealistic view of the world. I guess Robbie and I will always be teenagers, then, because we still hold that view.

"Dad said if there was any way at all possible, he would find some way to reunite all of you, and wanted our help. He said Momma (It seemed strange to hear grown men call their mother 'Momma', but it sure helped keeping Carol and Kate distinct.) would like that. She was always trying to help people.

"He told us he married you not only to love you, but to protect you, and hoped of healing you of your pain some day. When you finally told him the whole story, he understood what he had to do. It became his mission in life. He knew he couldn't say anything to you, so we became his confidants and co-conspirators. That is what he told us that day that so impressed us. Everything we've done since that day was aimed at what happened Christmas Eve.

"We didn't have a time table, but Dad at certain points would say 'this needs to be done now.' Whenever that happened he would tell us, and we just did what needed to be done, right up to and including liquidating all his assets. From the very beginning we knew everything was going to you, Mom, and your family with David if we succeeded. We did make some small changes when Dad became so impressed with Beth and Robert, but there were allowances in his plan for such contingencies.

"We were already set from Momma's life insurance, and we knew of that other policy, so we didn't need it. Besides, Momma and Dad raised us to believe money is only a tool, not something to be accumulated for its own sake. The screwing over he got from his partner almost derailed us, but with the latest oil boom we were soon able to get it back under control. The rest you basically know.

"His cause seemed so noble, and Dad got so much personal satisfaction out of it, we became enthusiastic volunteers. As we said, he was cool, and that's why we said we wanted to grow up to be just like him — to be able to give so much and expect nothing in return. For David to use that memory in his eulogy, not realizing the irony in it was extremely appropriate and touched both of us to the quick. Oh, there were lots of things about Dad that made us want to be like him, but that one act, started way back then, made us realize just how selflessly cool he was, and we just had to say it out loud. Since then, he did so much, not for just you, but others as well, that almost everyday one of us says or thinks 'I want to be just like him'."

How do you come back against something like that? These boys, no, men, never ceased to impress me. Carol wept openly and freely with the boys. She'd repressed her grief for the entire Holiday. Now, with them, she shared a time of emotional healing. As they wept in each others' arms, you could see the tension drain from all of them. This was a healthy release they needed. The rest of us gathered 'round and shielded them, gently fending off other well wishers, to allow them this private and personal time together.

When they'd cried themselves out, Robbie clasped my hand and put his arm around my shoulder. "David, you were wrong. You were both eloquent and profound. What you didn't say could be seen in your expression. Jamie and I have been wracking our brains for something to put on Dad's marker. Now we know his epitaph, thanks to you -- 'I want to be just like him.' We'll put that on his stone."

We had to get back to our packing and loading. The boys said they'd be over later in the evening to lend a hand if needed and to say goodbye, as we were planning on getting an early start. We wanted to get as many miles out of the first day as possible.

We told them Bob and Karen tied the knot with Beth this morning. They were ecstatic for both of them. We told them Karen was already pregnant, so they teased Bob a bit, but again were very happy for them. When we said Bob and Karen were staying on until the end of the week, the boys said they could stay as long as they needed.

By the time we left the chapel, everyone was smiling and laughing again. I noticed that Carol, Robbie and Jamie all walked with a new spring in their step. The limo was brought 'round to return us to the house. Despite the seat belt law, Carol rode home cuddled in my lap, with Riekie and Diane snuggling close on either side. We did buckle the kids in, though.

We were back to the house by a little before four. The weather was clear but still bitterly cold. Before going in, I started the van and let it run to warm up. In this cold weather, it was best to let a vehicle get warmed up every day. I wanted it to start in the morning for sure. It had a block heater, so while it warmed up, I rummaged around in the garage and found a long extension cord. One thing I'd learned when I worked in Edmonton years ago was all western homes and businesses had outside outlets for just that purpose. No one took any chances on a vehicle not starting.

When I went in, everyone had changed back into what they were wearing before we left. Diane and Riekie were finishing the last of the laundry. Karen and Carol were still busy packing her small items, but were close to finishing. Bob was tending the fire, but it only took a few minutes. I had him come back out with me and guide me as I turned the van-trailer combo and backed it in the drive. It would make loading easier and an easy departure in the morning. Once we had it where we wanted it, I plugged in the block heater.

I checked with Carol to see if she needed the microwave again before we left. She said no, we could load it, that there was a smaller one in the basement, which belonged to the house. Bob and I found the smaller machine, brought it up and took the big one to the garage. Our pile was getting bigger. Carol had some boxes ready to bring down so we brought them out too. It looked like everything was coming together.

Carol and Karen finished her packing shortly after five. Diane and Riekie had finished the laundry a short time before, and had gone ahead with getting supper ready. Like I said, those girls just knew what to do. Watching them work was poetry in motion. Bob and I loaded a few of the bigger items in the trailer before they called us to eat. Supper was over fairly quickly, but we still enjoyed each others' company while we ate. Over coffee and dessert we discussed out travel plans.

We decided to leave as close to six-thirty in the morning as possible, and push for Brandon Manitoba. Driving four-hour shifts with three drivers, we figured we could make it in about twelve hours, even allowing for pit stops. We'd grab a motel and try to get away by seven the next day. Hopefully, we could make it by Monday, giving us a day to get the travel out of our bones and everything unloaded before New Year's Eve. In a worst-case scenario, if the weather slowed us up, we could stay out an extra night.

After supper, we took a few minutes to call home and give them our itinerary. There wasn't much happening at home. The kids missed us and wanted us back as quickly as we could get there. Mom wanted to know about Ben's service. We talked about that for awhile then she asked if we had any other news. I grinned and told her about Bob and Karen. She was absolutely delighted. Poor Karen was tongue-tied, talking to the High Priestess, but Mom soon had her at ease.

She said, "Karen Michelle, I'm the High Priestess for rites and rituals. The rest of the time, which is most, I'm Lori, mother to that crazy tribe you got mixed up with. You're likely to hear more mumbo jumbo out of David than you'll ever hear from me. Now, Princess, welcome to our rather extended family. When are you and Bob going home?" Karen told Mom they hadn't decided yet. It depended on how long it took her to pack. Bob had taken a quick survey of her belongings in that furnished apartment and decided he could get all of it in his car. She was eager to get back to Vancouver and set up her own house with Bob.

After Mom talked to Karen she spoke with each of My Wives. Diane just had to talk to the kids, and they just had to talk to the twins and their other mommies. We were quite a while on the phone. We wrapped up the conversation as quickly as we could. Everyone said their goodbyes. I told Mom we'd call every night to let them know where we were and if there were any changes as we traveled.

The call home looked after, we resumed packing and loading. We packed all the suitcases we could, keeping a travel bag with at least one change per person back. We didn't pack toys until after the kids went to bed at eight. We had each of them select a couple favourites to keep out for the trip. Riekie had a travel kit already made up for them of small toys, colouring books and crayons.

The boys showed up just before we put the twins to bed. If at all possible, we were going to bed early ourselves so we would be fresh in the morning. K.P. and D.J. were all over Robbie and Jamie until we took them upstairs. The boys gave them extra hugs and kisses because they wouldn't see them again before we left. The kids made the boys promise they'd call them now and then to say hello. Riekie and I took the kids to bed and tucked them in. They were excited to be making a big cross-country trip, but almost as soon as we kissed them goodnight, they curled up together and were soon fast asleep. We stood in the doorway cuddling, watching them sleep as was our custom.

As we stood watching the kids sleep, I felt someone's presence. Behind us stood Bob and Karen, doing the same, both looking dreamy and almost oblivious to us. I nudged Riekie, and we left them to watch the kids. They looked like we did, watching Heather sleep years ago. I heard Bob say as he cuddled Karen close. "Soon, Honey, that'll be our children sleeping so sweetly." I didn't know Bob was such a romantic.

Riekie and I rejoined the others to finish packing toys. We filled the three suitcases she had originally brought, and some boxes besides. With the help of Robbie and Jamie we got the trailer loaded in short order. Everything fit, and I was even able to position the luggage next to the side door so we could get at extra clothes if we needed. All that was left for morning was our travel bags, which would go in the van. I secured the locks and we were loaded, ready to travel.

The boys didn't stay late, knowing we wanted an early start. I wasn't sure if I'd sleep all that well, as I was as keyed up as the kids. The girls seemed excited, too. We said goodbye to Robbie and Jamie and wished them Happy New Year. We promised to keep in touch, and they weren't to forget their step-mother's birthday, either! The ladies gave them warm hugs and hot kisses. When the boys finally got away, their eyes were glazed. They told Bob they'd check in with him in a couple days.

Finally, the day was done. My wives went on up while Bob and I secured the house and set the fire for the night, and Karen loaded the coffeemaker setting the timer for five o'clock. It wasn't even ten yet, and I was ready for bed. It had been a long day, and a busy last three days. All the excitement, travel and emotional highs and lows were taking their toll. Despite my excitement at leaving, I looked forward to some rack time. I climbed the stairs of Carol's home in Bragg Creek for the last time. Tomorrow, I would finally bring my family home — all of them!



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Chapter 83


As I entered our candlelit room, I saw that the girls were already in bed and had rotated yet again. They had a system and who was I to complain. I quickly undressed noticing a draught on my bare skin. A window was open just a crack, allowing cold fresh outside air into the room. Carol wasn't taking any chances. Fresh clothing for morning was neatly laid out ready to put on; our robes lay neatly across each. These women just kept amazing me with their efficiency. Feeling the chill, I slipped on my robe and went to perform my nightly routine. I had another two minute shower to remove the dust from moving furniture and brushed my teeth. If I missed nothing else about this house, I'd miss this huge shower.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, Diane patted the open space between Riekie and her. Carol was cuddled up to Riekie on the outside. They seemed content just to hold each other and exchange small loving kisses. The sexual tension of the last two nights seemed to be replaced tonight with an air of quiet excitement and expectancy at going home. I slipped into my place. Diane snuggled into my shoulder like she had for the last eight years, comfortable and warm. Riekie squirmed back toward me, maximizing our body contact. Our bed was extra snuggly and warm from the second comforter necessitated by the cold air from the window.

As we settled in, each of my wives gave me a warm, tender lovers' kiss. We snuggled in to get warm, each cuddled to our partner for the night. Riekie and I had the best of it with a warm body on either side. Carol yawned hugely and said she'd set the alarm for 'around five'. She was finding she needed more sleep and tired easier now due to the babies. Her yawn was contagious; soon we were all yawning and fighting to stay awake. I laid back to soak in the warmth between these magnificent creatures and reflect a bit, Diane curled into my shoulder and Riekie's warm back pressed up against me. I smiled happily as a scream of completion from down the hall echoed through the house. I must have been even more tired than I thought, because the next thing I remembered was waking to a warm, pleasant pressure on my chest and the sound of the alarm going off. A slim female arm reached out to shut it off. I glanced at my watch — four forty-five — she'd set it a little early.

Somewhere during the night, Riekie had rolled on top of me. I awoke to find myself looking straight into her beautiful blue eyes, my morning woody standing up between her thighs. Her amazingly hot mons pressed into me as her hips gently undulated against my cock, coating it in her slickness. Carol had moved over and cuddled into my left side, while Diane was still warmly snuggled on my right. I was surrounded by wonderful warm female flesh. It felt so good, I hoped I could wake up like this every morning. All three were awake and looking at me with tender smiles, their eyes dancing. As she was currently closest, Riekie got the first morning kiss. The other two soon crowded in for theirs. The closeness and warmth filled me with love at these delectable creatures. "G'morning, beautiful wives. No one man should be this lucky to wake to three such beautiful faces. Oh, God! I love you all so much!"

It was spooky to hear all three say, "G'morning husband. We love you too!" in surround sound. Then they giggled at my expression.

My Girls (My Girls!) greeted each other with 'G'morning Wife' and 'I love you'. They shared their own very warm three-way kiss with me. As they separated out to a two-way between Riekie and Diane, and Carol and me, I felt warm hands insinuate themselves between Riekie's slowly grinding hips and mine. As Diane's hand probed into Riekie's wetness, I felt her hips churn more insistently against me and she moaned softly, her lips glued to Diane's, sucking her soul clear up from her toes.

"Mmmmm!"

Carol's hand also reached between Riekie and me and found my morning woody, stroking it gently, sending the most wonderful sensations coursing through my body. At some point there seemed to be a wordless signal passed among them. Riekie lifted her hips; I could feel Diane's hand flexing as she continued to tease Riekie's clit. I felt Carol's warm hand guide my hardness to Riekie's tight, wet opening. Riekie slid back, humping her hips back and down to accept the invasion, Carol's soft hand holding my engorged member in position. I raised and thrust, developing the beach head into Riekie's hot body. With a loud sigh of pleasure, my member slowly slid full length into her hot, welcoming depths.

"Aaaaaahhhh! So-o-o-o goo-oo-ood!"

Diane's hand remained pressed between us as she continued her ministrations to Riekie's scalding pussy. Her wetness seeped and dripped onto their hands and my bag. My penis fully sheathed in Riekie's tight tunnel, Carol's hand lowered to my balls, caressing and gently squeezing. Riekie and I quickly succumbed to the dual stimulation of our genitals. Riekie broke her kiss with Diane and rose onto her forearms, relieving the pressure against Diane's hand. I broke mine with Carol and gazed lovingly into Riekie's lust and love glazed orbs. I felt Diane's hand and fingers between us, working busily on Riekie's clitty as her hips began to gyrate and plunge harder and faster. Carol's hand sped up its caressing and squeezing of my balls, her gentle pressure stimulating me to harder and deeper thrusts. Riekie groaned her pleasure as I exclaimed mine.

"Mmmmmm! Nice! Mmmmm! Ooooo, Muff-ffin!"

"Jeeeesuus! Uh! Princess! Oh! Carol Anne!"

Both Carol and Diane snuggled closer to me. I turned my face to each, exchanging sweet little lovers' kisses. Riekie lowered her face to mine and kissed me tenderly. Our hips started to buck and jerk as we thrust into each other. All too soon we were bucking and rutting furiously, our hips slamming our pelvises hard against each other. Through the fog of passion, I felt Diane's hand still pleasuring Riekie's hot little nubbin, and briefly wondered how we weren't hurting her. Carol's caressing of my balls rapidly drove me toward a pinnacle of delight. Riekie's grunts grew and filled the room.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes! O-ooo, yes! Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Diane and Carol's manual stimulation and our own rutting soon brought us near completion. I felt my balls tighten and lift against the base of my penis, Carol's warm hand squeezing gently. Riekie's hips convulsed and jerked, mashing Diane's tiny hand between us as her inner muscles clamped and squeezed my swollen member. Riekie grunted and moaned in delight.

"UH! UH! OOOOOMMM! UH! UH! MMMMM!'

As our strokes and thrusts brought us near the top, I freed my arms from around Carol and Diane and took Riekie's jiggling, bouncing boobies in my hands. I massaged and stroked as we gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the moment of lust and love. Riekie's hips churned faster and harder against me, Diane's fingers working her higher and higher. Her moans and grunts became shouts of delirious pleasure.

'UH! UH! OGOD! OGOD! UH! GOD! OOOO! OGOD!"

The sweet pain of release building behind my eyes, I found those delectable pink nipples and tweaked and pulled, as I lunged upward into her in one final thrust. I grunted my own release as it built and soared.

"UH! UH! UH! UH! PRINNN-CEESSS! CUUUUMMMMIIIiinnngggg!"

My balls heaved and exploded in a massive eruption; my cock jerked and squirted, jet after jet after foaming jet of thick, sticky, creamy, baby batter deep into her convulsing womb, millions of my little wigglers searching for her egg that wasn't yet there. Riekie's muscles clamped down hard, pulsating and rippling, sucking gob after gob of gooey white cream from my jerking, spitting cock. Riekie's entire body shook and quaked in a massive convulsion as she came. My balls were soaked with her scalding fluids as she convulsed and shook atop me. The girls' hands were drenched in her rich, sweet girl cum. As she came so hard, Riekie threw her head back and screamed her primal release.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!! DAAAAAVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDD!! AAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!!"

As Riekie's scream echoed away, we heard another, matching scream from down the hall. Diane giggled softly. "Sounds like Mister Peter and Pwecious Pussy are awake too!"

I wrapped my arms back around Diane and Carol, pulling them close as Riekie sank, gasping onto my chest. She reached with her arms and pulled them closer still. The four of us kissed and cuddled in our shared bliss as Riekie's hips gradually slowed and her spasms waned. Carol and Diane gently removed their hands from our genitals and very deliberately licked the mixture of our juices from their fingers in an intensely erotic display. They saved a little for us. Riekie and I savoured our mingled flavours as we licked and sucked their fingers together.

Their free hands now clean Diane and Carol wrapped them around Riekie and pulled her into our four-way embrace. We shared intimate lovers' kisses all round, and once again I was lost in my love of these marvelous women, surely three of the most gorgeous and wonderful creatures in the universe. "That was so beautiful! The sharing and the love blows my mind! My True Loves all together in my arms at once! I know I'm in paradise! I love you all so much! The love I feel for you beggars description! MMM-MMM! I love you all so much!"

Our embrace became so tight we could hardly breathe, and I marveled at that surround-sound effect again as they hummed their love. "Mmmmmm! We love you so much, David! Mmmmmm!"

My still piss-hard erection warmly buried in Riekie's sopping, gently clasping pussy, with Carol and Diane lovingly cuddled to my sides, I felt so comfy I didn't want to move, but my bladder was bursting. Much as My Wives' love and warm bodies were comforting, nature was more insistent. I wasn't alone in my urinary distress. Demonstrating that common complaint of pregnant ladies, probably a little early because she was carrying twins, Carol groaned, and started to struggle out of bed. "Uuuunnnnhh! Gotta get up. Gotta pee."

As she cleared the blankets and her warm skin was exposed to the chill of the room, she exclaimed, "Brrr! It's cold in here." She wasn't long scrambling into a warm robe and running to the window to close it.

As she darted into the bathroom, her urgency evident in her pace and her expression, I groaned for the same reason. "Uuunnnhh! You and me both. I shouldn't have had that last coffee."

With Carol already padding toward the bathroom, her urgency evident on her pretty face, I rolled Riekie off me. She groaned at the loss of intimate contact between her streaming thighs. "Sorry, Hon, but this morning it's urgent."

I threw the covers off us, and drew instant complaints about the chill from the three of us remaining in bed. With such a rude awakening, Riekie, Diane and me were soon in our robes as well. Riekie giggled. "We better get a shower quick. I'm leaking like a sieve, and those little monkeys'll be in here soon. Karen's scream will wake them up for sure!"

Diane laughed. "And yours wouldn't?"

I glanced at my watch — just five! It seemed like a long time, but was really just a morning quickie. Time seems to stand still when you're making love.

Giggling together, we headed into the bathroom and discovered it was warmer in there. Carol finished relieving herself as the rest of us came in, her sigh of relief audible above our happy chatter. I stepped up to the stool as she vacated it. Soon three warm hands were aiming my stream, accompanied by giggles and squeals, and yet again, three pretty faces showed their disappointment as the erection followed the urine into the drain.

I quickly got the shower heads going and set the water to where we liked it. The four of us entered that huge shower almost together. We knew we didn't have a lot of time, but we still enjoyed our shower. Carol and Diane wouldn't let any soap touch Riekie until they'd licked and sucked her clean and through another screaming orgasm. Riekie and I returned the favour to Carol and Diane. They were already on the brink from having helped Riekie and me and then eating Riekie, so we were able to bring them very quickly to their own loud screams of release, their knees buckling with the force of their orgasms.

We washed each other thoroughly with tickles and caresses. We kissed, giggled and played. Three very warm mouths and six equally warm hands washed and cleaned my sated member almost to a polished gleam. Stepping out of the shower, we paired up to do the toweling. Diane and I toweled each other into that warm fuzzy feeling I love so much while Carol and Riekie did the same to each other. No pushing and shoving at the sinks this morning. I waited patiently, savouring the view as my three very nude and shapely lovelies did their teeth. The mirrored vanity was longer than the sink counter. Riekie, at the last sink, stepped aside to let me do my teeth as she fixed her gorgeous blonde tresses. We slipped on our robes and stepped back into the bedroom just as two fully-dressed urchins came squealing in.

As they bounded into our arms, Riekie asked how they got dressed. "Auntie Karen and Unca Bob!"

Bob told me over breakfast he and Karen heard we were awake by Riekie's scream, even though they were in the middle of their own 'conference' as he called it. As soon as they were breathing half-ways normal, they forewent their own shower in order to get the kids up for us. He said they had lots of time once we were all up and about — they thought it was more important they help us save a little time. They gave the twins their bath and dressed them, then went for their own quick shower when they 'released' the children into our room.

With the kids sweet-smelling and dressed, we quickly dressed ourselves. I was gradually overcoming my shyness around the children, especially when I didn't have an embarrassing erection, and quickly dressed myself. The twins never let on they saw anything unusual. Despite the cold weather that had seen them don pantyhose yesterday, the women decide against them, and went sans panties and bras as usual, so used to the freedom now, they couldn't bear the stricture of tight material pulling into their crotches. I understood. I hadn't worn jockeys or boxers again since that weekend with Carol in September.

Riekie told me some time later (when I thought to enquire) that as she told me our first morning back together, she tried to raise the twins to be natural about their bodies and bodily functions. She said that although the kids had never actually seen a nude male in person before me, she had explained to them the differences between men and women, and had shown them many pictures.

She said there were many books depicting males and females in non-sexual, non-threatening nude poses, and had used them to illustrate her lessons. Now there were even a few books specifically aimed at teaching young children these facts of life. They had also visited museums and art galleries with nude portraits and statues.

Riekie said she did it because we had always been so natural among ourselves, and current medical opinion supported her own belief, that children raised this way had far fewer hang-ups and were generally better adjusted. From what I knew of the twins so far, she was absolutely right. I realized having a doctor in the family was more than just a purely medical advantage. She said the kids even knew the basic mechanics of sex, from a man and woman joining their bodies together with love, to conception, pregnancy, and birth. At six years old, these precocious children already knew the facts of life.

Fully dressed, we quickly gathered out toiletries from the bathroom, finished packing our travel cases and headed downstairs to breakfast. It was just going past five-thirty. As we left the room, we blew out the scented candles for the last time. When we arrived in the kitchen, Bob and Karen were already there starting breakfast — they'd had a quick shower and dressed while we dressed and finished packing. Karen simply glowed and I was frankly a little envious of Bob and his new Love. She was a beauty, that's for sure.

My Wives quickly pitched in; while the four of them bustled about getting a hearty breakfast prepared, Bob and I did a quick survey of the entire house to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything. We had packed everything except our winter coats, gloves, footwear, and the ladies' small purses. We found only a couple loose toys in our inspection. Everything seemed ready to go. Checking to make sure they didn't need anything from their bags, Bob and I finished loading the van, including the found toys. It was bitterly cold, so I started the van and let it run while we finished our loading. The girls called us to breakfast about five-forty-five. I switched off the van and we went in to eat.

When we returned to the kitchen we were greeted with that most appetizing of food aromas — coffee, bacon, and toast. Karen made the eggs so My Wives could eat with us. She fixed our eggs just the way we liked them. Bob had a winner indeed — she could cook, too.

While we ate, both Carol and Riekie got up from the table and got their purses. They each presented me with an envelope. When I opened them, each contained a bank card and a credit card for that bank, with a statement for the last full month, and each card had my name on it. The PIN numbers for the bank cards were neatly written on each statement. I was stunned! Carol gave a similar envelope to Diane. I glanced at the statements. Riekie was right! We didn't really need the windfall from Ben! She had saved every cent she could for the last twenty years! A doctor's income plus her stipend from the University was more than I had imagined. Carol's statement didn't show as high a balance, but it was still significant, indicating she'd done the same.

I didn't know what to say, and I saw Diane was taken aback as well. "Princess, I know you told me you had some money set aside so we could get started, and that Carol Anne did too, but this is unbelievable!"

Riekie laughed. "Look at the name on the account, David." I did — it was in all our names except for Diane's. "I always saved my money, even what was left of my fathers 'blood money' to have for us. It was a bit of whimsy, I guess, but I always kept a joint account for us that I used for buying the children's things. I used one of your old letters for the signature verification.

"That day in August I decided I was coming back to you regardless, I closed my personal account and transferred everything into the joint one. Then I added Carol Anne. I'm sorry, Muffin, I didn't know your full name until the other day, or you'd be on the account as well. That's why there's no card for you. We'll get your name added as soon as we get home. Please don't be mad."

Diane was reeling from the balance shown on Carol's statement. "Why would I be mad at you, Princess? This is so much! Why are you girls doing this?"

Carol laughed and hugged her. "Muffin, we keep telling you! We always hoped to get back together someday. If we had never split up, our incomes would have been a shared family resource anyway. I opened a joint account for David and me when I changed my name. It seemed a little crazy at the time, but so was changing my name to some. I saved all his old letters so I had a sample of his signature too.

"I saved almost every cent I earned except for living expenses. <I remembered Bob telling me she never spent any money she didn't have to, and Ben saying she saved every cent from her job at the business.> Riekie and I never talked about it until Christmas Day, but then we both saw David look worried every time money was mentioned, and the subject came up. I always suspected she was doing the same thing although until then we never talked about it, and she suspected I was. I guess that's from the 'spooky' thing as David calls it. Her hope was always stronger than mine, anyway.

"From the time we first got married all those years ago, we all knew there was no way David could have supported the three of us and our children from what he would have made from the Army or this job he has now. And now that there're four of us with all our children, it would be even more difficult. Even when we were teenagers, we talked about how we would always pool our resources. It's actually part of our wedding vow when you think of it: 'we are now wed, each to each and all to each other in love and friendship forever'. Mom and Dad taught us how to manage money way back then, and how to run a household. They suggested at that time that we should open a joint account, but we never did. I wish we had then David would have seen and known, and Princess and I would have known for sure we both doing it.

"When you and I started exchanging letters, Muffin, that gave me a sample of your signature to take to the bank and have you added. I did that as soon as I got back from Ontario in September. I might have been taking a chance, but you and I fell in love so quickly I knew I was doing the right thing. I added Princess at the same time. I didn't order the cards on the credit card account and the bank cards until last month. I was going to send them to you as Christmas presents, but thought better of it as 'vulgar', and decided to give them to you when I saw you. They're community property, not something that should be given as a gift."

Diane and I were still stunned at the size of the balances. Diane reacted quicker than me. She bounded out of her chair and kissed her other wives passionately. I wasn't far behind. Knowing we were now financially secure without waiting however long Ben's will would take to probate, I felt a lot better about our prospects. With Ben's money, college educations for all the kids were assured, and better accommodation for all of us too.

Riekie laughed, delighted at Diane's kiss. "Jeez, if I'd known I'd get that kind of response, I'd have told you sooner. Wow! And there's more to come. That doesn't show the proceeds from my divorce settlement. I don't know about Carol Anne's but that statement is just the chequing account, David. The rest of what I saved is in a special savings and investment account that I have always kept for us.

"I told you yesterday Carol Anne and I talked and learned we'd each done the same thing. We exchanged bank cards then, but decided to give you your cards when we left so you could use them without having to ask for one of us to pay for gas and rooms and such on the way home. <giggle> We know how sensitive men can be about that sometimes."

Carol looked at her watch. First Wife cracked her whip. "We can talk more as we go. I'm sure Karen and Robert don't need us sitting here talking about our financial situation. It's getting on; we better start cleaning up this kitchen so we can leave."

Karen declared, "No way! Robert and I'll clean up. You guys get on your horses; you have a long drive ahead of you. We'll make sure the whole house is Spic 'n' Span before we leave. It's the least we can do after what you have done for us."

The girls started to object. Bob raised his hand. "You guys just get going. We'll look after everything. Karen and I have a few days yet. A little housekeeping won't kill our honeymoon."

I went out and started the van again while the girls made sure the kids went to the bathroom before leaving — there's nothing more annoying than just getting nicely started on a long trip and you hear 'Daddy, I gotta go pee'. Getting the van warmed up before hand meant we'd be warm enough we could ride without coats from the beginning. This van had some options, and even had a heater in the rear compartment, making it an excellent vehicle for cold weather travel.

We took our leave of Bob and Karen with lots of hugs and kisses. We promised to call them each night and also when we got home, to let them know we'd arrived safely. We strapped the kids into their seats. Carol rode up front with me for the first part of the journey. She would drive the second shift. She'd never driven a rig like this, and wanted her first chance on the open highway in daylight. Riekie would drive the third shift. She was more familiar with the road system in Manitoba, and even knew Brandon, our first stopover.

With final hugs and kisses, we rolled away from the Bragg Creek house on schedule, before daylight, at six thirty in the morning, Wednesday, December 27, 1985. The reconstituted Lloyd family was going home at last — united and in love.



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Chapter 84

Trip Home Day 1

We left the Bragg creek house at six thirty MST in the dark of a cold December morning in 1985. Our adventure, which started on a warm June day in 1965 had resumed after a nineteen year hiatus. Carol, Riekie and I were back together after almost twenty years of separation and pain, our vows renewed. We had a new wife, Diane, four children among us and three on the way. Life was certainly improving. It looked like our future together was getting brighter all the time.

I could bore the reader with all the details of our daily itinerary (rest stops, fuel stops, ect.), but I won't. The evening stops could be interesting, so I have included them. The first day traveling was relatively uneventful, travel wise. What transpired inside the van and inside us was what this trip came to be about.

Twelve or more hours with little distraction besides scenery and traffic is a long time to be cooped up together in a small space for six people. Then coop those same people up in small motel rooms in strange towns. Do that for four days and three nights. It can test any relationship. Having only been back together with Carol and Riekie since Christmas Eve meant there was a lot of baggage we were each carrying that must either be sorted or dumped. Once the novelty of being on the road wears off in the first couple of hours, what do you talk about?... Everything and anything -- but it always came back to us.

There was almost twenty years out of our lives that we knew little or nothing about each other except what we gleaned from Bob and our mothers' infrequent communications. We could try to pick up where we left off, but we all knew that was unrealistic. We were fortunate it seemed in that many of our attitudes, especially toward each other, remained unchanged. Yes, we had idealized memories and expectations of each other, but somehow, each of us, at least so far, seemed to be living up to them. We also had one member who was new to two of us, and they needed to get to know each other as well.

Almost twenty years of life experience cannot be ignored. As it transpired, though, for all of us, it was as if we'd lived those years in a fog, experiencing the world, but not really part of it. Carol was the most extreme example of that 'being in but not part' through her emotional breakdown and subsequent withdrawal. Lost in her pain, she basically avoided the world, except for the past six years with Ben, and even those years were highlighted only because of the boys and helping recover a failing business. I had reconnected emotionally with Carol in September, but we didn't have the time because of our other activities and commitments that weekend to reconnect in time. Yes, the weekly telephone conversations and her pregnancy helped, but we still had to get to know each other again.

Riekie had only rejoined us on Christmas Eve. Again, there was the emotional reconnect, but hardly any time to really get to know the woman who spent almost twenty years building a career only to suddenly decide to throw it all away just for us. The amazing effort of planning and follow through to have my children still boggled my mind. I carried a burden of guilt and gratitude for her sacrifice. Still, except for the twins, Riekie had lived similarly to Carol. Lost in her work to avoid to her pain, only the last six years stood out significantly for her, and she had gone to great lengths to document that.

Diane I knew the best, having spent the last eight years legally married to her, but the first seven of those years, I never really got to know her. In some ways, she was as distant emotionally as Carol and Riekie had been geographically. It was only in the last few months after the terrible secret of her abuse at the hands of her step-father was revealed, that the beautiful Princess of the Goddess emerged. I was just getting to know this person. The changes were astounding — the girl who once wouldn't say 'shit' if her mouth was full of it now spoke more forcefully and graphically. The shy retiring girl who normally only spoke when spoken to, who often literally hid from social functions, even in our own home, was now an outgoing and even colourfully outspoken person, quick to display the full range of her emotions.

Diane had a significant advantage over the rest of us. She simply took Carol and Riekie as she found them, and they her, and developed relationships with them from that point forward like you would with meeting any new person. It was this that allowed us the emotional stability and yes, even crutch, to come to grips with who we had become (or not) over the last twenty years.

Then there was me. I carried almost twenty years of guilt, pain, and self-recrimination. It was always in my mind that I had failed my wives -- that I could have and should have tried harder to prevent the disaster that befell us. If it befell us as it did, I thought I could have and should have made more effort at reconciliation even with Carol's emotional breakdown. Perhaps I should have forced the confrontation with that man sooner.

Twenty years of 20/20 hindsight and life experience can be a terrible whip for self-flagellation, and grossly unfair to the young, idealistic people we were. Given the emotional trauma we experienced and the teen angst that accompanied it, it's a wonder we didn't all become statistics in the negative column of teen suicides. Modern record keeping shows us that kids kill themselves, and in far greater numbers than we would like to believe, for a lot less. Thus, that we survived physically could be construed by some as a minor miracle. That we died emotionally and spiritually simply made us hors de combat on the field of love.

At almost every level, this trip home was of paramount importance. We had the opportunity for four days and three nights of almost continuous family meeting. Getting to know the strangers we had become was an unspoken priority of the highest order. Before we left, I wondered why My Girls acquiesced so easily to the long drive as opposed to flying. We never discussed it beyond the purely pragmatic 'Let's do it in one fell swoop so we don't have to come back'. Yet by some unspoken agreement, we all seemed to know there was more to this trip than a simple drive home. I suppose it could be argued that our 'spooky' ability to communicate nonverbally had manifested itself in this silent, but mutual agreement we needed this time to sort our selves out. That we had this particular ability already spoke volumes for the strength of our relationship.

I'm reminded of a movie I once saw set sometime around the U.S. Civil War called 'Shenandoah'. In it, one of the main male protagonists asked the female lead's father for her hand in marriage. One of the characters was played by Jimmy Stewart, but I can't remember if he was the young man asking or the wise father. No matter. With apologies to the scriptwriter, as I recall, the exchange went something like this:

Father: "Why do you want to marry my daughter?"

Suitor: "Because I love her, Sir, and she loves me."

Father: "I see... But do you like her.?"

Suitor: "Sir! I love her!"

Father: "I didn't ask if you love her. That is obvious. What I want to know is do you like her?"

The young man couldn't seem to get his head wrapped around what the old man was talking about, so after a few more exchanges, the father explained that marriage involved more than just love. The two people committed to each other in love must also like each other enough to be able to see their best qualities and routinely work around the flaws. What they see in a person, the good should outweigh the bad. The lovers must like each other for their relationship to last. Love can be ephemeral, but like is a long time.

He made the young man stop and consider and list off what he saw as his prospective mate's positive qualities versus the negative. Then to consider the balance of what he saw. The young man did, and what he found staggered him. He found that what he thought as some of her negative features were parts of the whole and made him actually like her. The father was impressed with the young man.

Father: 'Let's go through this again. So why do you want to marry my daughter."

Suitor: "Because I love her, Sir... But more importantly, I like her. I like almost everything about her, even her stubbornness."

Father: "Then I give you my blessing."

I realize I've taken terrible liberties with the script, but the point is, as the father in the scene emphasized, for any relationship to last, not only must there be romantic love, there must be like. To like someone is to be their friend. Every successful marriage I know of, the partners refer to each other not only as their spouse and lover, but invariably their best friend. And within that framework, those people are also the ones who will act like silly teenagers still in love even after forty or more years of marriage. I personally know of at least one such relationship. They met when they were fourteen, married when they were sixteen (No, she wasn't pregnant — their oldest just turned thirty). They're in their sixties now, and are the two happiest people together I've ever met.

So... we were off on a cross country trip that was more than coming home literally; it was an opportunity to come home spiritually — to come together. Four days to let it all hang out, maybe even beat ourselves up a bit on the why's of how we split originally and how to avoid a repetition. Our relationship could get stronger, as I, and I'm sure we all hoped, or it could stumble and fall on what we discovered about each other. Twenty years of disparate life experience could be an opportunity or it could be a deal breaker. The bottom line when this trip was over, would we all like each other, and would we all be friends or would we still be riding just the volatile balloon of love.

Riekie had started into our relationship as a friend, and showed it constantly. Could and did that friendship endure the test of time and separation? Carol had come to us in love and learned friendship later, often at high cost. I had tried to be a friend to Diane, and when I think of it, it was that friendship aspect that kept us together when it seemed the love side wasn't there.

Somewhere along the line, Carol and Riekie had to face their mutual demon of bitterness and rancor when Riekie moved out that fateful August. Since reuniting, they had skirted the issue. Carol said they had talked about it over the years, but never fully resolved it. The two had made their emotional reconnect at the love level, but what about as friends? Their co-operation in the financial arrangements bode well, but I thought they still needed to hash it out.

In many ways we were groping around with our future almost like the immature teenagers we were when we split. We were picking up the pieces of our lives, and at the same time almost picking up from where we left off then picking up Diane along the way.

Once we were comfortable with the drive, and the initial excitement had worn off, we started catching up on each other's past. It all started when I made a comment about working in Edmonton with Northern. I ended up telling my entire history, including the story of losing my ring. Carol and Riekie knew some of the early parts from 1966 to 1968 from semi regular contact through Bob and of course those weeks in Toronto. In the telling, they could discern the heartbreak and lack of sense of purpose until I met and married Diane.

While I regaled them with the story of my life (and despite the underlying pain, their had been moments of high drama and great fun), certain dates or years seemed to stand out, as something I was doing recalled a parallel event in someone else's life. No one told their stories in a strictly linear fashion. There were leaps and jumps around as one or another was reminded of some experience of their own, but we were able to piece together each other's lives.

Diane and I told the story of our marriage together. I learned just how much my pixie had really loved me from the start and the pain she felt at not being able to express it, confused and inhibited by a third of a lifetime of guilt and repressed anger. She hadn't said too much even after the revelations of September and the events that literally turned her world upside down, probably more than the rest of us in some ways. She had to suddenly, literally out-of-the-blue, shift mental and moral gears regarding marriage, love, children, and the whole nine yards. That she totally accepted and adapted so well was a testament to the true strength of the person who had been so cruelly locked up inside.

And of course, the full story of her abuse was laid out in painful if not graphic detail for the other wives. Carol knew some of it from what I'd told her, but Riekie had only heard allusions. When the full story was told, Diane was mobbed by her wives and the children. I don't know who wept the most. We talked openly in front of the twins. At home, Rhiannon knew most of the gory details, so the twins should, too. After all this was their history too.

Diane had someone cuddling her close the rest of that day and usually the rest of the trip. When it was Riekie's turn to drive and Diane rode shotgun for her, whenever possible to drive one handed, Riekie held her hand. Diane's life story did more to bond the three women closer together than any other single thing. Yes, we'd all started out madly in love, but this cathartic story bonded them in friendship.

That first day there were many unscheduled stops where the driver had to pull over simply to dry their eyes or participate in a group hug as old wounds were re-opened and then salved with love, and more importantly, affection.

Over that drive, I learned more about Carol and the burden she bore needlessly for that time. I had already had indications of just how deep her love was, from changing her name to saving money for us even when it seemed there was no hope. Her job history paralleled mine, bouncing from dead end job to dead end job, giving up a promising career to chase a dream she couldn't even properly formulate, by moving from Winnipeg to Calgary on a whim. Her meeting with Ben and how that most unusual relationship developed. Her marriage to Ben met the first criteria of the father in the movie — they liked each other and were friends. Carol, amongst all of us in the initial split, had lost that friendship aspect of trust, and allowed herself to be manipulated. It took Ben to make her realize what she already knew, but had lost sight of -- the true value of friendship.

Riekie's story at first glance was one of academic and career success. But she admitted to an emptiness she just could not fill. A large part of her was missing, and she was the one who openly said.

"I didn't just lose My Man, my wife, my lovers -- I lost my two best friends."

That vacancy had never been re-occupied. The closest she had was Bob, and he'd been a friend from day one. She said part of the vacuum was filled by the children, but the love and friendship for them filled a separate part — that part that probably defines 'motherhood', which most women have.

She described her 'successful' career as busy, but non-fulfilling. She had moments when a life was saved or a treatment successful, but the overall sense of job satisfaction just wasn't there. She suspected it was similar to me. She used it to lose herself in because the real reason for doing it — our family, wasn't there any more.

Through all our biographical details and revelations on our emotional states, we skirted around one of the main issues we were going to have to deal with sooner or later -- what happened in August-September of 1966, and why we didn't or weren't able to handle or cope with it better. For us to have a healthy relationship amongst the three of us, and most importantly with the four of us, that particular baggage had to be hauled out and dissected to its smallest part. We just weren't ready for that yet. We could not be fair to Diane until we resolved that issue ourselves. We all knew it. Carol and I had even talked a little about it in September.

The first day of our drive was emotionally taxing, but some of our stories were on the lighter side, too. Even in twenty years of despair, there were moments of fun where we forgot our pain for a little while. For me, of course there was Diane and the kids, but even before that, there were the hobbies and friends who could make you laugh. We all had funny anecdotes. Carol's life was truly barren until she met Ben and the boys -- truly 'in but not of'. Ben could make her laugh, and from the open affection the boys showed her, she was a good mother. Her happier anecdotes usually involved one of them. Riekie was similar. She had more anecdotes than the rest of us from college shenanigans to stories that should have been submitted to Reader's Digest's 'Laughter, the Best Medicine' section. She could see humour in her relationship with Rick, and of course there were many funny moments with the twins.

Many, if not most of our funny stories were related near the end of the day as nostalgia wormed its way into the conversations. They served to lighten the mood as the first day of traveling drew to a close. I remember very little of the drive across the prairie, like where we stopped for fuel, meals, pee breaks or scenery. There isn't a lot to see along that stretch of the Trans Canada. The road isn't straight, and I think they put the curves in just to break the monotony.

Our first night on the road was spent in Brandon Manitoba.

We took the first room available. We asked for two adjoining rooms, mainly for the advantage of a second bathroom, but had to settle for one room with two double beds and a cot for the kids. The manager thought we'd need two cots, but seemed to understand when we told him they were twins. He laughed when we told him they wouldn't stay in separate beds. He did give us an odd look when we told him there were four adults — three women and one man. We put in a wake up call for five. We all forgot the time change, so it was later locally than we had anticipated.

We were all exhausted and emotionally drained from our first day on the road. One thing we were discovering, though, was that we still liked each other, even after hearing our life stories. That special friendship Riekie and I always shared was still there. As I mentioned before, Diane in particular benefited from that. So, emotionally drained as we were, we all felt a certain satisfaction. There was a deeper warmth and comfort with each other.

The two hour time change screwed us up even more. I could never figure out why Mountain Time (at that time) stayed on daylight time when everyone else switched back to Standard time, creating a two hour difference. I remember when I worked for Northern, I went to Edmonton in the summer. There was a two hour time difference between there and home — everyone was on Daylight Savings. Then in the winter, there was a three hour difference because local time didn't change in Edmonton. It was all very confusing.

We got settled into our room eventually. We called Bob and Karen and told them we'd arrived safely in Brandon and were going to leave about seven in the morning or earlier if possible. Bob had a great laugh over us forgetting the time difference. After we visited with them, we called home. Dad answered and I talked to him for awhile, catching up on all the things Mom hadn't bothered with (guy things). I told him our next stop from Brandon would be Thunder Bay. All the girls had to speak with him too and had a wonderful chat.

We got the kids ready for bed. K.P. and D.J. were tired little teddy bears, and were out cold almost as soon as their pretty blonde heads touched the pillow. The rest of us got undressed for bed. We got lucky there were two sinks, so two of us could wash up at a time.

I was the last to leave the bathroom. I was surprised to find only Riekie in one bed. She patted the empty bed to her left in invitation and smiled sweetly. Carol and Diane occupied the other bed, warmly embracing each other. Even on our road trip with us split into separate smaller beds, My Wives maintained their rotation. We knew there would be little opportunity for sex because of the children, so I was a little surprised. I kissed them both lovingly before being welcomed into Riekie's open arms. We kissed tenderly as she snuggled comfortably into my right side, her fingers toying in my chest hairs. She didn't make any overtly sexual moves seeming to be content with just the warm physical contact and the intimacy of two people deeply in love simply touching.

I was curious about their rotation. Before everyone succumbed to sleep I asked, "My ladies, I have a question, a 'dumb husband' type of question I guess. I thought I had your rotation system worked out, but someone threw me a curve this morning." I hugged Riekie tighter and kissed her luscious lips lightly. "I assumed whoever slept on my right side was singled out for my lovemaking attention ahead of the others, literally separated from the others by my body, even into the following morning. From what happened this morning I guess I made the wrong assumption.

"Last night, Muffin was apparently my partner for the night, but we were all so tired, we just slept without making love. This morning, Princess got the love making I've come to associate with our nightly pairing. Not only that, Carol Anne and Muffin, you actively encouraged and assisted us."

I hugged Riekie again to reassure her I wasn't upset, just curious. "Don't get me wrong, my sweet Princess, it was magnificent, and what you two did was so sweet it made it even better for both of us."

Riekie nodded and said softly. 'That was beyond magnificent — it was fantastic. I felt the love of all three of you when I came. We've got to do more where we're all involved to some degree. Remember when we used to do the three of us together? It always felt so special."

Carol and Diane murmured dreamily, "Yeah, it was good..."

I sighed at those happy memories. "Yeah, we had some special times, and we will again. Back to my question -- I had the niggling suspicion Muffin might be a little annoyed, but she wasn't. Instead, I felt a level of sharing, trust and love that was indescribably wonderful. Have I missed something here?"

They all giggled, but it was Diane who answered. "Actually, David, you almost answered it yourself when you and I made up the bed for Robert and Karen. Remember I asked what side to put her towel on, and you said 'Your side'? When I asked why, you said Robert was right handed like you and would prefer to cuddle from that side. We realized that that side should be for the Wife who was partnered with you for the night for the 'snuggle factor', whether she and you made love or not. If the two of you make love, that's great, but not required.

"We don't care who makes love with you on any night, but your right side is the special cuddle side, and we all take turns. You may not realize it, but when one of us is cuddled up to you on that side, we feel so safe, warm and protected. It's a special place that all of us want to be in all the time, but none of us can hog from the others, so we worked out a way for each of us to get our share. Tonight is Princess's turn again, even though we're in separate beds, and even though you made love to her already today.

"Originally Carol Anne and I gave Princess that spot our first night together as the four of us because she really needed it — and yes, that time was more about sex, but Princess also reported how safe she felt there. When we got talking, we found we all felt the same way, that when we cuddle on your right we are in a very special safe, warm spot. When we realized that, we also realized we had to share it on a regular basis. The next best spot is cuddled on your other side, so we worked it out. Princess insisted she already had the first turn, and that's how it got started.

"And before you ask — how do we decide who makes love? We don't, there's no rotation there. When all three of us are in the same bed, any one of us or all of us, if you're feeling especially randy, can make love with you. Whoever needs it the most, or if we're all in equal need... basically it's whoever gets to you first, but it's not a competition either. We seem to be able to sense whose current need is the greatest. The wife in the cuddle spot usually gets most of your attention because of your assumption, but you also turn that way most naturally.

"Right now, Carol and I are both pregnant. We love sex and as you know I can get especially horny when I'm pregnant — I think Carol Anne is as bad if not worse." I heard Diane giggle as Carol tickled her before she continued. "But the point is, we're pregnant, and we don't really need it. Princess's whole life has revolved around having your babies, so much so she went to unusual lengths to have some." Riekie squirmed and blushed in embarrassment. I put a finger to her lips and held her close.

Diane went on, oblivious to interruptions. "Princess really needs to make babies with you the usual way, though, and soon. We want her to, and we try to give her every opportunity to make it happen. She might get more chances at making love, but she still only gets her regular turn at the cuddle spot. Once she is pregnant, no more special treatment, and you'll be fighting us all off. Any more 'dumb husband' questions?" <Giggle>

I wrapped Riekie in my arms, pulling her tight. "No, Dears. I'll just be the dumb husband now, cuddle my nightly snuggle bunny and go to sleep. You ladies have it down to too much of a science for my feeble old brain."

My current 'snuggle bunny' stuck her tongue out and poked me in the ribs before giving me a soul-kiss that had me thinking maybe I wasn't quite so tired after all... I just loved the feel of Riekie's hot body pressed against mine. I was beat from the long drive and the emotional roller coaster of telling each other our life stories to the present, though, and sleep soon started to overtake me. I complained that I missed the warm body on the other side, though, and was told to be quiet, the bed wasn't big enough.

Diane and Carol exchanged more warm tender kisses and curled up tightly together almost like the twins. Again, I was amazed at the bond that had formed between those two. Soon I heard their regular breathing as they slept. Riekie and I cuddled together and exchanged warm lovers' kisses before falling to sleep ourselves, wrapped in each other's arms. My Wives may have felt safe and secure on my right side, but what they had just told me through Diane made me feel so completely loved I was humbled.

Sometime during the night, I woke to feel welcome warmth against my back. Careful not to disturb Riekie, I rolled to my back to check it out. In the light coming through the windows, I made out two diminutive forms. K.P. and D.J. had crawled into bed with us, their warm little bodies pressed against mine as they cuddled each other. I spent a few blissful moments watching them sleep so contentedly. As I slipped back into the arms of Morpheus, I felt more loved than ever.

We woke to the sound of the phone as the desk gave us our wakeup call. Fighting off that disorientation you feel waking in a strange room, I opened my eyes to those beautiful blue orbs of Riekie's. My morning woody was once again nestled snug and warm between her thighs. It may not have been buried in her hot sheath, but this was a close second. She glanced over my shoulder and saw the twins curled up tightly against me. She giggled. "When did those two little devils get in with us?"

The two little devils referred to woke up and clambered over us, delivering warm wet child kisses to us both. "Good morning, Mommy and Daddy!" Their stereo effect was always a little unnerving, but I was starting to get used to it. Hell, it wasn't any worse than the surround-sound effect of my wives sometimes!

Riekie and I hugged and kissed the little ones good morning. Diane and Carol were already stirring from their bed. They came over to ours and greeted us all. Carol leaned over giggling and whispered to us as the kids attacked Diane for kisses. "No, noo-kie to--day for you-ou!"

Riekie and I both groaned, but the attack of the munchkins had achieved one thing — embarrassed at what I might have to explain to them, my morning woody had actually subsided. Riekie struggled out of bed, reluctant to release even a softened member from between her lips. She set the kids to working in their colouring books and told them to be good while we went to the bathroom.

It was crowded, but all three of my wives just had to attend while I relieved myself. It had become a morning ritual. They were very disappointed that it was almost flaccid already, but as soon as a warm hand touched it, it sprang miraculously back to full morning hardness, causing squeals and giggles of delight. Now three hands held and steered as I released my bladder. They were doubly disappointed to see the erection follow the urine into the drain, but this time it was they who were responsible, not my shy reaction to children.

With my bladder relieved, Carol and Diane commandeered the shower-tub, which was barely big enough for two. Riekie and I used the two sinks to brush our teeth and for me to shave my neck behind my beard while they showered. They laughed, giggled and played, but showed a level of discretion and were out fairly quickly.

They were delighted when they stepped into fluffy towels Riekie and I held for them. We gave them the full loving treatment, producing even more of a glow to our pregnant wives. I had explained to them my full bath fantasy about toweling My Girls when they were pregnant. The two of them were soon wrapped in that warm and fuzzy love, and cooed their appreciation.

Diane and Carol used the sinks while Riekie and I showered, then went to check on the youngsters. Riekie and I had a short, but enjoyable shower. We laughed, tickled, and played, keeping the sexual play to a minimum. We all wanted to be on the road as quickly as possible. As we stepped from the shower, Diane and Carol were waiting for us in their full delicious nudity with more soft, fluffy towels. Soon Riekie and I were also enveloped in that warm fuzzy sensation of total love. The four of us shared tender kisses then began our morning duties.

After we did our hair (simple comb out for me and a quick brush of the whiskers; Riekie, a full comb-out with my help.), we rounded up a pair of giggling kids. Riekie and I gave them their bath while Carol and Diane laid out our clothes for the day and repacked for travel.

I was used to giving Rhiannon and Jenny their baths, but this was the first for me to be involved in K.P. and D.J.'s, and certainly the first time bathing any child where we were all nude. The kids, bless their hearts, accepted it as completely natural. I found them very playful and exuberant bathers — they had water everywhere. Riekie said bath time had always been a fun time for them, and it showed. We soon had them smelling fresh as daisies, and sent them off to their other mommies to get dressed while we cleaned up the mess in the bathroom. The maid service would clean the room, but Riekie was so used to cleaning up from their playful bathing that she did it automatically.

Riekie and I joined the rest of the family. Carol and Diane had dressed the girls first. We all dressed quickly, and were ready to leave the room by just before six. I went out and started warming the van up before the family came out. The restaurant in the hotel wasn't open yet, so we decided we'd stop at the first truck stop we came to, preferably a Husky, as they are renowned for their breakfasts, like Denny's in the U.S. The office was open and I settled our bill, including the phone calls before going back to the room. By the time the family was loaded in the van, it was nicely warmed, allowing us to travel in comfort without winter coats.



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Chapter 85

Trip Home Day 2 - Part 1

With our six o'clock start, we made pretty good time that day. The scenery after Winnipeg was a little more of trees than prairie, but still largely featureless. The part through Northwestern Ontario was mostly trees, but the terrain did start to become more interesting as we entered the Canadian Shield. It was pretty in a desolate winter sort of way, but you can only see so many trees before they become boring.

The conversation (for lack of a more descriptive word) today started when Diane asked for some anecdotes from when Carol, Riekie and I were together, especially that first summer. She was curious how our relationship actually developed. She knew the history, basically, but not the full emotional content. I think she knew instinctively that this would bring us into reliving and dissecting the big breakup that essentially ruined the three of our lives until now.

By embarking us on a trip down Nostalgia Lane, Diane was able to connect more completely with our past so she could feel more part of our present. That girl was magic that day. She managed to gently extract the whole story, sometimes in graphic detail of our year together, the subsequent break up, and the two years of the immediate aftermath. Yesterday, in recounting how our lives had been shaped and the paths they took described the fallout. Now we returned to 'ground zero'. We were able to examine, looking back twenty years just how youthfully immature and naïve we really had been.

As we recounted our tale in a depth and detail we had never shared with anyone else, we came to see how little actual planning we did toward our anticipated future together. We had never seriously discussed how we expected to stay together as a multiple marriage if I had actually gone into the Forces with its myriad global postings and long separations. Nor had we discussed where we would actually set up housekeeping beyond vague references to someday living at the farm.

Mom and Dad had taught us some basic skills at managing a household, but we never consciously laid out a plan. The only issue we had ever seriously considered and had some solid proposals for was in the event of early pregnancy from our wanton lovemaking. We had known of the risk and were prepared for the consequences. Mom and Dad had made us a serious offer to help with child rearing to allow us to continue our educations, but we'd never needed to use it

Carol's dream of becoming a commercial artist would have tied her down to a major centre, which was where the work was. Riekie could possibly have taken up a practice in a small town, but wanted to be near a teaching university. The Army would have posted me God knows where. It wouldn't be until near retirement I would be able to select a plum posting that might be close to 'home'. As we talked, we began to wonder collectively if perhaps we hadn't ourselves sown the seeds of our destruction that that man was able to exploit. Mom and Dad had warned us of pitfalls, but in the exuberance of youth, we brushed them aside, preferring to live in the moment, as the young always do. Our greatest mistake was in forgetting Mom's early warning of an 'evil' stalking us.

Riekie's mournful and frank statement of the day before, a single, simple remark, 'I didn't just lose My Man, my wife, my lovers -- I lost my two best friends', catalyzed us into truly dissecting what went wrong both externally and from within. We all realized that painful as it might be, we needed to do this to exorcise our demons and armour ourselves against a repeat.

Like the young suitor in the movie 'Shenandoah', we preferred to wallow in our love, and forgot or lost sight of the one thing we supposedly held dearest — our friendship, our 'liking' for each other. I preached, almost literally, from day one the value of friendship, but it seemed we started to give it more lip service rather than practice it.

It came out that perhaps, no, most likely, in the hard black and white terms of youth, I had totally misinterpreted my 'Cosmic Moment' that day in the barn about our three-way relationship, and that we should have been able to survive as a duo if one left us or was damaged. I had wondered for some time, especially with what had transpired recently vis-à-vis Diane and what I learned about Kit, if I hadn't misunderstood what I saw that day. It was my interpretation of that 'vision' that locked us into the tripartite arrangement that wouldn't allow the survivors to stand if one was taken from us.

My epiphany, if you could call it that, in September about an infinite soul being able to love almost an infinite number of others made that point all too clear. If Kit had survived and came to us, I would have been forced then to re-evaluate my interpretation. If I had interpreted it correctly originally, Kit would in all likelihood have been a part of our relationship before we returned home that summer. Sounds hasty, but look at the speed with which our base relationships developed. Kit, being older, may have been just the 'mature' leavening we needed at that time.

The evidence that we lost sight of our friendship began with our disagreement over me going to Camp that fateful summer. Even my mother had to take some of the blame for that, and it may be one of the reasons she worked so hard and tirelessly behind the scenes over the years. She and the girls had Seen something that scared them to death, so much so in Carol's case, it left her an emotional wreck all through July of that year. I hadn't seen much evidence of that except the devastated state she was in when I left, and Bob's comments later. None of it showed in her letters. But none of them was willing to describe what they Saw or felt in detail, only telling me in vague terms something 'bad' was going to happen. If they had even described the full intensity of their feeling of impending doom, I might have paid more attention. In hindsight, neither Carol nor Riekie could explain exactly what they felt, but now were able describe the intensity of it.

I wasn't much better. I got my back up at what I took to be simple female and lovers' angst at separation and became uncharacteristically stubborn about going to camp. Yes, it was a feather in my cap for entrance to RMC, but by no means a requisite. I had been raised to believe in discussion and constructive compromise, but on that one issue I became absolutely obstinate, and wouldn't trust Mom's or the girls' Sight. Operative word — trust.

Carol, being the most emotionally volatile of the three of us (artist's temperament?) was distraught, and became vulnerable to her father's manipulation. Because she knew I'd lacked trust in their feelings of impending disaster, she lost faith in me, and easily fell victim to his lies, believing the stories of infidelity. Operative word — again, trust.

Riekie, perhaps a little more emotionally stable, with a brilliant analytical mind and believing strongly in friendship, didn't fall for their father's guile, but her trust was still undermined. Because Carol had lost faith in me, Riekie thought Carol had also lost it in her. When that man raped Riekie, she had no one to turn to. She only told part of the story to Carol, but Carol refused to believe — her father by this time had her so enamored of his 'good guy' status, she simply couldn't. With the violation of her trust in her father, and the emotional devastation of that, Riekie ran because she thought no one would believe her. And then, like Carol, she lost trust in herself, thinking she'd been somehow a willing partner, thus making it virtually impossible to tell the one person she still trusted — me. Again, the operative word — trust.

Carol finally did regain her trust in me over the purported infidelity, and lost faith in her father because his lies were becoming transparent, but too late. When he abused her, Carol, already emotionally fragile, lost that most valuable form of trust -- trust in herself -- believing she had somehow betrayed everything she believed in. Carol's emotional breakdown was almost complete. To this day I'm still amazed and eternally thankful that we were able to salvage her. One more time, the operative word — trust.

I was as guilty in the breakup as anyone. I didn't trust the system to work, although in hindsight (wonderful thing, that!) it probably would have. I didn't trust Carol to believe me if I told her the truth, and I didn't believe anyone else would believe, even though we had witnesses in the form of her young brothers that all that happened was a beating (All? Shit, it was brutal!). Again, with that wonderful tool called hindsight, I should have confronted their father, told Dolly at the very least, and once I figured out the full impact of what had happened, confronted Carol, even if it meant knocking down her door to do it. It may have been traumatic for her, but no worse than what she already experienced. When she most needed to be held and comforted, she didn't get it — from anyone. Like Carol, I lost trust in me, and her ability to handle the truth. Yet again, operative word — trust.

And I should have been more forceful with Riekie. I should have gone straight to her, ignoring what she said in her last letter. Hell, in that letter, she said no communication — letters or phone calls — basically a direct plea for personal contact; she didn't say what would happen if I showed up on her doorstep. I should especially have told her what happened to Carol. In this, I had a misplaced sense of trust. When I should have been telling what I knew, I kept quiet, fearing I would be violating Carol's trust. In point of fact, the only trust I would have violated, was that of the perpetrator. Knowing she wasn't alone, would have allowed Riekie to tell what happened to her. With two separate attacks, the system would have worked for sure.

So, supposedly being the 'mature beyond my years' person I was supposed to be, I handled the whole situation like almost any other seventeen year old kid would. I wimped out and waited for the 'adults' to look after it, except there was only one adult aware, and he was the perpetrator. Looking back, like my uncharacteristic stubbornness over the camp issue, this was totally out of character for me. I had stood up to the beast before. Why couldn't I then? Threats and promises of future retribution may have protected the girls from future physical violence, but did nothing to address what had actually happened. Yes, my mind was distracted by the emotional upheaval, but something more insidious clouded my judgment.

It took two years, with the news of rejection from my chosen career path before my own guilt at not intervening, which I buried for all that time, surfaced. When it did, instead of then being able to act proactively as I should have, I fell completely apart. For seventeen years after that, I carried that burden of guilt that almost at any time could possibly have been resolved with a phone call and some plane tickets -- phone call to Bob to round up his father for a confrontation, and plane tickets to get everyone together. With a little spine and resolution on my part it could possibly have been done even before they even moved to Toronto that fall.

But that is what 20/20 hindsight tells us. The reality of course, is entirely different. The resolution was left to chance and the Power or as it turned out, the lack of it. There is no right or wrong in the way the girls and I reacted. The true wrongs were perpetrated by one man. Easy to say because what he did, including the lies he told about me to Carol are patently illegal. The fault that lay with us was our youth, inexperience and naïveté, aided and abetted by our break down in trust amongst ourselves and for ourselves. Trust, the very cornerstone of friendship, and we lost it.

Looking back, Carol, Riekie and I did come to the conclusion that if — if, the biggest word in the English language — we had patched things up or not broken up at all, the next two years of high school and gained life experience plus the teachings of Mom and Dad would have better prepared us for life together. We had two years of high school and however many years of college to work out the details of our final family — where and how we'd live. We were no different at age seventeen than any other high school sweethearts, even those in 'monogamous' relationships, at that age.

Reference: Patty and Roy. They decided to marry at the same age, but looked only to the future as far as education and the fact they wanted to be together. I knew this from talking to them. Their final plans were not made until the last year of high school, and that was with the help of two supportive families.

We had a similar circumstance, and Fate or the Evil clouded our judgment on the cornerstones of our relationship itself. This was the time to be building our relationship and learning about ourselves — to grow, and that was where we failed, by losing trust. Our love was never at issue, it was our trust. We had a bit of a weather eye to the future, but in many respects, the future, as it applied to actual living arrangements would have looked after itself as the situation at the time dictated. It always does.

One of the amazing things we discovered in our dissection of the breakup was that we had all, at some point over the last years, come to the same conclusions independently. Even distanced by time and geography, we had, somewhere, somehow, rediscovered our trust in each other and ourselves, and decided that our breakup may not necessarily have been inevitable, and maybe was preventable. It was inevitable when we lost trust, but only then. Looking back twenty years, it was preventable and even repairable — looking back twenty years, that is. At 'Ground Zero' in real time, it was inevitable.

The strange thing is, when we did come to our independent conclusions and learned to trust each other again, that became the incentive to start the rehabilitation of our relationship. We had always felt connected on some level beyond normal understanding. Once we all made that final leap of understanding and faith, that profound interconnection of what can only be described as our souls, started drawing us inexorably back together.

We couldn't mark a day in August of this year on the calendar of when it started to move together, but we all agreed, August was the pivotal month, although each of us had felt some stirrings as early as June or before. None of us had made particular note of a specific day, but it appeared to be connected to an August event specific to each of us.

Roy had broken his news to me in July, but it was early August when I felt it was time, and trusted myself enough, to beard the lion and to trust Carol that she could handle the truth, close to the anniversary of that Civic Holiday weekend where I threw down the gauntlet to that man the first time.

Riekie said she felt the call of my heart as usual, beginning in early August, but admitted to feeling an uneasiness as early as June. By her August anniversary near my birthday, the call became overwhelming, and she placed her complete trust in me and Diane to take her and the twins in out of the blue. Her plan, except for Carol 'letting the cat out of the bag' had been to arrive unannounced.

Beginning in June, coinciding with our first date, Carol felt strong enough and trusting enough to establish contact with Diane. By the anniversary of our first tryst in August, coincidentally the anniversary of the Promise, Carol began to trust herself enough to take on a meeting with me to, of all things, produce a baby, and trusted me to do the right thing. Was her decision tied to that wonderful Friday afternoon when she trusted me completely with her body, and the same day she extracted that promise from me? Operative word — trust.

This conversation, meeting-of-the-minds, meeting-of-the-souls, or whatever you would call this highly charged interaction, occurred over the twelve-plus hour journey from Brandon to Thunder Bay. I don't know how we survived it sometimes. When I was driving, there were times I couldn't see for tears, and the same for the other two. Many times we pulled onto the shoulder and held each other as sobs wracked us, mourning our love, the what-might-have-been's and our lost opportunity. We must have been a strange and pathetic sight to other passing motorists as the three of us clung together in a sobbing huddle in a snow bank in below zero (Celsius) temperatures without coats. During those moments, Diane watched the kids and grieved with us.

This was the three-way confrontation we all knew we had to face, and dreaded, thinking it may just put paid to our whole relationship. Instead, it was the catharsis we needed to rediscover ourselves, our relationship, and our love.

From the perspective of twenty years on, we could see just how fragile we really had been. That our love actually survived those twenty years was a miracle of major proportions. We also concluded that what happened to us somewhat stunted us all in our later emotional development, such that now we were in many ways, still those naïve, idealistic teenagers. This was a sobering thought to us, and we came to realize the value of Diane in our midst — that as she had been given a second chance at growing and maturing, so had we.

Carol and Riekie almost relived their terrible fights and arguments of that fateful summer, clearing a lot of misunderstanding and acrimony from their relationship. I had seen it coming from the night Riekie told of her own abuse and Carol's very supportive reaction to that. The love and tenderness they showed for each other since we reconciled was remarkable, but they still needed those emotional moments huddled in a freezing snow bank somewhere in Northwestern Ontario.

When all was said and done though, and we'd forgiven each other and kissed and held in our sobbing huddles, at the end of the day, what mattered most was we LIKED each other as intensely as we loved each other, and always had. We tried to list off all the things we didn't like about each other, the little annoyances that might turn into major hurdles down the road, and couldn't find any.

All four of us came to the collective conclusion that right at that moment, we were with our three most favourite people in the world, children aside as a special case. There were no others we felt as comfortable with or wanted to be with as much as we did the other three, and it wasn't just because we were in love, but because we thoroughly enjoyed the others' company as friends. We had no secrets and could act as silly or immature as we wanted without fear of the others thinking less of us. We could say and do almost anything together without fear of recrimination or rebuke.

Riekie put it into perspective. "Now I'm happy again. I'm back with my best friends in the whole world."

Another thing we realized was that even for young people, how seriously we took our vows, oaths, and promises to each other. Riekie's oath before the Goddess of eternal fidelity and love allowed her to find emotional shelter in a loveless, sexless marriage and to have my children. Carol had been dealt a similar hand, except her sexless marriage was a loving and supportive one. Raising her step-sons had kept her maternal instinct alive, allowing her to actively seek payment on my promise despite her emotional frailty. My promise to have children with Carol led me to an otherwise unlikely situation in September.

For the most part, Diane stayed out of it. This was mainly for the three if us — we had to work it out. But as I said before, she was magic. She kept us going, asking just the right question here and there to make us think and open up when we thought something might be hurtful. Diane was the friend who listened and prodded as needed to get it out. Never judgmental, always supportive, she was by definition, a true friend.

By the end of day two, our eyes red from crying, we actually felt good. A huge weight had been lifted off us. We had gone down that road together and LIKED what we saw in each other and for the future. We had been through the crucible of fire and came out the other side better for it. Perhaps what transpired that day helped explain the intensity of what happened during the evening.

Our Second night on the road was spent in Thunder BayOntario

Despite all the unscheduled extra stops along the shoulder, we rolled into Thunder Bay more or less on schedule, with time to put in during the evening. We took our time finding a motel, and got one with an actual suite advertising a king size bed. We thought we'd died and gone to heaven. There was tons of room, and the kids even had their own room for the night. The bath was bigger than most, too. While the wives got us settled in, I ran the van to the nearest gas station and filled it up for morning. Returning from that errand, I stopped by the office and collected some extra bath towels. Settled in to our room, we freshened up, called a cab and went out for a leisurely dinner at a nearby restaurant the hotel manager recommended. It was a little pricey, but the food and service was excellent.

The cab returned us to our room with lots of time to put the kids to bed close to their regular bedtime. The suite even had a proper courtesy coffee maker with a timer and a small bar fridge stocked with juices and soft drinks. With the kids bedded down for the night, we called home to let them know we'd made it as far as Thunder Bay and were back in the same time zone at least. The girls visited with the aunts and Paul for a bit as Mom and Dad had gone home for the evening. We told them we weren't sure of our next destination because we hadn't decided on the route yet, but would call them tomorrow night again from either Sudbury or North Bay.

We would soon have to decide which way to go home. We could take the northern route favoured by long haul truckers by Hwy 11 or we could take the Hwy 17 route along Lake Superior. The time factor was similar, and the Superior route was far more scenic, but it had the disadvantage of being a notoriously bad road in winter, with the possibility of heavy snow squalls and fog off the lake. Hauling a trailer through those hills would cost us in fuel, too. I had been both ways on my moose hunting trips. I thought the women would prefer the scenic route if the weather cooperated. We didn't have to decide until we got to Nipigon where the highways diverged in the morning, so we decided to wait and see what the weather forecast was just before we left.

After we talked with Paul and his family we called Bob and Karen to let them know the same thing. They said they'd finally had a chance to check out the hot tub and were definitely going to have one of their own. We visited with them for a while and then had the rest of the evening to just loaf. We set the coffee maker to brew up fresh coffee for five, arranged with the front desk for a five o'clock wakeup call, and settled down to watch a movie on the television. We hadn't had a TV set on except to check the weather since before Christmas.

After the emotionally draining trip today, we were exhausted and quickly became bored with the movie so we decided to turn in early. Regardless of which way we went, tomorrow's leg would be the longest hardest part of our journey, and a good night's sleep was imperative. With two sinks in the large bathroom we quickly had everyone washed and brushed, but I was still the last one out. Tonight Carol was in the 'snuggle spot'. She patted the bed between her and Diane. I turned out the light and slipped in between them. I noticed as I snuggled in the extra towels I got from the desk had been put to good use. With some privacy from the kids tonight and being in bed this early, I was hoping for a little fun. The towels indicated I wasn't alone in that hope. We got more than any of us could ever have imagined.



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Chapter 86


Trip Home Day 2 — Part 2

I settled comfortably into bed, reveling in the sensuous pleasure of having two warm very female bodies on either side. All three of them descended on me simultaneously for a warm, tender kiss. Their kisses became very erotic, with little nibbles to my neck, ears, and shoulders, causing that certain part of my anatomy, a friend of theirs, to respond enthusiastically. He hadn't had any serious attention in thirty six hours and was feeling definitely neglected.

Riekie and Diane separated from Carol and me for some sensuous kissing and fondling of their own, allowing me to devote my attention to Carol. I pressed my lips to hers in a deep soul-kiss that lasted for at least a month. Our tongues dueled, thrusting and parrying, as we swapped spit and swabbed each other's mouths.

My hand found her beautiful breasts already erect and hot. Those nubbins burned my hand as I caressed, pinching and tweaking her swollen nipples. Carol gasped and moaned into my mouth as my hand traveled southward. I caressed the swell of her pregnant tummy. Carol had become very sensitive to this, and seemed to react as much as if I'd caressed her sweet boobies. My hand moved lower, fingers trailing through her soft, luxuriant brown curls, twisting and tugging, causing her hips to buck up toward my hand.

My fingers dipped over the edge of her mons, probing her slit. Her little man was already out of his hood, standing proud hot and erect. Her body jerked as I gave it a little flick, and she gasped at the electric tingle coursing through her nubile body. Carol splayed her legs wide, opening in full invitation. My fingers probed lower. Her lips were fully parted, her abundant wetness already seeping between her succulent cheeks. I probed into her opening, hot and wet, my fingers twiddling and plunging. Carol's hips bucked and lifted, pushing my finger deeper into her clasping tunnel. I felt her muscles clamp and grasp the invader, almost sucking on it.

I moved my finger around, in and out, and up and down. Her hips pumped and gyrated with the rhythm of my finger fucking. Fingers gently massaging and probing into her sheath, I strummed her clit with my thumb. Carol's hips pumped and churned, her moans into my mouth became louder, more intense. She broke the kiss, gasping. Her warm, soft hand found my throbbing boner, stroking me to almost granite hardness.

As my hand continued its probing and teasing of her clit and tunnel, Carol's breathing came short and fast, panting in her excitement and lust. She rolled toward me, and pulling my swollen penis toward her seething sex, guided me to her entrance. I withdrew my teasing hand, sopping with her juice. I brought it to my nose, inhaled deeply of her womanly scent, and licked my fingers clean. My erotic display sent Carol over the edge. She pulled and tugged on my raging member. She locked her lips to mine in a hard sucking kiss, and rolled me on my back. She quickly straddled me, broke the kiss, and sat upright.

Carol moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her slick nether lips along my length, coating me with her juice. Rising slightly, her hand guided my tumescence to her entrance then she slowly impaled herself on my steel sighing loudly in ultimate pleasure.

"Aaaahhhhhh!"

Her muscles gripped and rippled, sending the most marvelous sensations charging through my engorged member. I reached for her titties, but she pushed my hands away, commanding, "Watch!"

She started slow, twisting and tweaking her own nipples. Her hips bucked and twitched. I watched as she began to pump, mesmerized and inflamed by the sight of my engorged penis sliding in and out of her sopping pussy, the lips stretched thin around my swollen dick. She moaned and hummed her satisfaction as her hips pumped and rode me toward her goal.

"Oooo! Mmmmmm! So good! Mmmmmm!"

I looked to my left and saw Diane and Riekie on their knees, hands busy in each other's snatch, watching us raptly as Carol humped and pumped happily on my shaft. Diane inched closer, licking her lips, her eyes fastened on Carol's beautiful conical breasts. As Carol bucked away, lost in her pleasure, riding the fullness of my erection, Diane moved closer still. Her lips found Carol's, their arms wrapped around each other, and their soft, full lips joined as they enjoyed an extremely tender and passionate kiss.

Their moans grew louder and more enticing. As they kissed, Diane's hands found and caressed Carol's sensitive boobies, fingers tweaking her luscious pink nipples, causing Carol to jump and spasm. The effect of her spasming muscles on my raging penis was electric. I could see Diane's hot little pussy as she knelt beside us. I reached to Diane and slipped my fingers into her wetness alongside Riekie's. She raised her hips to allow the extra invasion and stimulation. I withdrew my hand and licked my fingers dry, savouring the sweet nectar of Diane's delicious sex

Diane humped onto Riekie's probing fingers. I slipped my hand under her sweet butt, and lifted. She rose as I moved my hand and guided her over. She got the idea of what I wanted. Soon, she was straddling me, her gorgeous pussy firmly planted on my face. As Carol rode me, I licked and kissed and sucked that hot pussy. Diane's hips squirmed and pumped against my face, my nose rubbing that wonderful clit. I inhaled deeply the womanly aroma of her arousal as she settled over my face. My whiskers teased and titillated the super sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, and I licked her slot full length, flicking her engorged nubbin. She moaned and gasped, her hips churning on my face.

Carol's hips and hot vulva ground and humped, working herself to a frenzy on my pulsing shaft. I felt hot hands and a hotter, wet tongue as Riekie became involved, caressing and kissing my balls

All of us started up the mountain. We got there together, huffing and panting. There wasn't much vocalization. Carol and Diane had their mouths glued together most of the time, reducing both to incoherent moans. Riekie's kissing and licking around my balls and Carol's sopping, seething pussy drove me to greater heights. My face buried in hot, wet pussy, I felt myself approaching the summit. Diane's frantic motion on my face showed she was getting close. Carol's moans and groans meant she was too. My wives rode me, building toward a shuddering, massive climax. I felt my balls tighten and swell, ready to unload.

I flicked my tongue around Diane's opening, strumming her inner lips, tongue fucking her hole. My hands reached for her titties, but found Carol's there already. I brought my hands back down and stroked her hot thighs. My right hand found the soft hair of her sweet bush and a finger found her clit, stroking it, working it in circles, flicking it lightly. Her hips bucked against my face. It was difficult to breathe, but I was in heaven, breathing that scent that men have craved forever. She tasted absolutely delicious, the scent of her arousal overpowering. Diane's juices flowed freely, running down my face and chin soaking my beard. I lapped and sucked up what I could -- there was just too much. How such a small frame could produce such prodigious quantities always amazed me.

A hot leg touched my side. Riekie had turned parallel to us as she licked and sucked my boiling balls. I freed my left hand. I found and caressed the inside of her thigh, her hot flesh burning under my touch. I caressed upward into her smoldering sex, the heat and wetness stimulating beyond belief. I felt her lips flutter open as my thumb gently probed and stroked into her tiny entrance. Her hips bucked and churned as my fingers strummed her clit. She moaned as she sucked my balls, the vibration causing the most intense of sensations, sending shivers through my entire body.

Carol bucked and humped harder and faster, riding my raging cock to her ultimate high. Her inner muscles flexed and milked. I felt my balls start to boil. All sensed the others' nearness to the peak. We worked together -- Diane pitched her hips more sharply on my face, my whiskers tickling and teasing her sensitive flesh, my tongue probing and flicking her hole, my hand working her hot nubbin. Carol's movements became more demanding, rapid, intense, her pussy muscles taking their delightful toll on me. Riekie humped against my busy hand, as she sucked and licked my balls, my thumb furiously finger fucking her as my fingers strummed and diddled her hot, hard clitty.

My wives, gasping for breath, related their experience to me immediately after. My face was buried in Diane's sweet pussy so I couldn't see:

Diane and Carol separated from their soulful kiss, rocking and humping on me, playing with each others titties as they rode me to toward their completion. They held each other's gaze as their high approached, along with mine. They sensed through their eyes as their time approached. My hips pounded and humped upward into Carol's clutching, clamping tunnel, my tongue busy thrusting and flicking in Diane's sopping hole, a finger working her clit.

My left hand fucked and strummed in Riekie's hot snatch. They were all getting there fast. I felt my load boil up in my balls as Riekie's suction pushed me closer and closer. Carol's talented pelvic muscles convulsed on my raging prick.

Diane was fast approaching, her thighs clamping my face as she started to spasm. My temples throbbed as I felt my balls erupt. I thrust up hard into Carol's pulsating flesh as my finger ground Diane's clit and I blew a raspberry into her hole. Riekie's hips churned and humped as I flicked her clit hard. Her muscles clamped around my probing thumb, almost sucking on it.

We exploded together. My swollen cock jerked and jumped as it spat four or five heavy ropes of thick, creamy white sperm deep inside Carol's clenching, clasping sheath. Her body convulsed and jerked with each spasm of my erupting penis. I felt wetness cascade against my balls and run down the inside of my thighs as Carol squirted her juices onto me.

Diane clamped her thighs tight around my head as her sweet juice gushed into my mouth. Her body jerked and thrashed on my face, smothering me, her fluids saturating my whiskers.

I felt Riekie's lips lift away from my balls as spasms wracked her lithe frame and her girl cum sprayed, drenching my hand with hot wetness.

As all three hit a massive orgasm almost simultaneously, they screamed in unison, the sound of it reverberating around the room. I'm sure they were heard halfway down Lake Superior.

"DAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDD"

To me, it sounded like a choir of angels -- in Heavenly surround sound. I expected to see two startled and frightened children come dashing and to hear hotel security hammering on our door, all demanding who had committed bloody murder on their hallowed premises, but much to my never-ending astonishment, neither occurred. The ear-splitting screams of My Girls' simultaneous mega-decibel orgasms produced one final ball-busting thrust accompanied by a last impressive squirt of baby juice from my jerking, spewing member, inundating Carol's saturated pussy to full overflow.

Diane and Carol collapsed into each other's arms, their orgasms draining them of all energy. About the time I thought I'd pass out because I couldn't breathe, Diane fell off me, and Carol's weight disappeared from my hips. As I desperately sucked air into my oxygen-deprived system, three very satisfied lovelies crawled up alongside me and kissed me tenderly.

Diane giggled. "Pussy says thank you for being such a cunning linguist with such a titillating tongue!"

Carol kissed me lightly again. "Mrs. Pussy says thank you to you and Sweet Prince for another amazing repast of His Precious Stuff."

Riekie gasped, kissing me sweetly, "Your digital talents are to be praised, Sir — a virtuoso performance, if I do say so myself. Thank you"

Tortured breath regained, my ego inflated by their flowery compliments and immensely satisfied, I grinned and cuddled with them. It couldn't get much better than this. Could it... ?

As we recovered from that fantastic bout of lovemaking where all four of us came together from mutual stimulation, Carol squirmed away, turned her marvelous pussy toward us, drew her knees up and exposed herself completely in wanton abandon. Her lips and vaginal opening gaped, pulsing slightly as mini orgasms continued to ripple through her body. A thick stringy stream of white goo oozed and trickled from her opening into the crack between her cheeks, dripping onto her towel. Her whole nether region glistened with our combined fluids. Riekie and Diane gazed at it hungrily.

Riekie giggled delightedly. "Oh my! That is one well fucked pussy, Carol Anne. David made a mess in you again, didn't he?"

"Ya think? I do feel a little messy, but nice messy."

Diane and Riekie exchanged hot glances then kissed me quickly as they rose aiming for Carol's obscenely leaking sex. Diane looked back at me and grinned. "Looks like we got a job to do."

Diane twisted onto her back as she dove into Carol's sodden puss, her face fully beneath Carol's dripping crack to lap up the overflow. Riekie crawled in above on all fours, straddling Diane. Carol fell back, gasping, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. The two nymphs proceeded to eat Carol completely clean, trying to suck every last drop of sperm from her gloriously messy pussy.

Riekie's shapely butt sticking in the air, thighs well spread, exposed her luscious hot pink pussy. Her coral coloured inner lips opened like the petals of an exotic flower, weaving back and forth, enticing, beckoning me to her tight entrance. My penis, that noble appendage, just moments ago flaccid and seeming sated, miraculously reared to full throbbing hardness, eager to investigate the wondrous treasure presented before it in open invitation.

To the raging bull of my libido, this was nothing short of waving a red flag under my nose! I simply could not resist the sight of that delicious pussy waving around in front of me. I rose to my knees, positioned myself behind Riekie, and grasped her hips. Diane, feeling my legs straddle hers behind Riekie, fathomed my intent. She reached with her small hand, grasped my pulsing unit and guided me toward Heaven's gate. Stroking gently, her light touch tempering the already hard steel of my stiffy, she lodged me into Riekie's beckoning opening. I breathed deep and lunged forward, plunging into Riekie's hot, wet, depths in one continuous stroke, thrusting into her very centre.

As I horned into the heat and moisture of her almost virgin tight sheath, I groaned at the exquisite sensation. "Uuuuuuuuhhh! So tight! So good!"

Riekie, surprised at the sudden onslaught against her exposed and unprotected femininity, lifted her head from Carol's still drooling snatch, realized what had just happened, and reared back into me, burying me deeper in her scalding tube.

She moaned her delight. "Mmmmm! Ye-esss!! Mmmmmm! Gimme all of him!"

I slid slowly into her to full depth, paused, and held a few seconds, savouring her heat and tightness as she adjusted and welcomed my size. I started slow, drawing almost completely out, then in with a long full length thrust, plumbing to her depths, withdrawing almost completely again, then a long stroke all the way in again, setting a slow but ever increasing pace. Riekie rolled and ground her hips back against me as she lowered her face back to sucking and licking Carol clean. Beneath her I could make out Diane lapping and tonguing at Carol's juices.

The sight of all this pussy munching, the indescribable sensations of Riekie's super tight tunnel as her talented muscles gloved and massaged me, and the wet slurping sounds of her and Diane's feast in Carol's banquet, drove me mindless with lust. My cock, as hard as I could ever remember, sensitive beyond belief, the pace of my thrusting became frantic, hard. I pumped and rutted and fucked furiously into Riekie's welcoming grasp, plundering her treasure. Her muscles massaged and rippled along my length as I stroked furiously into her, our flesh slapping rhythmically.

My powerful thrusting as my turgid cock pistoned into her hot tightness rocked Riekie's body, forcing her nose to rub rhythmically into Carol as she sucked and licked, massaging and titillating Carol's clitty. Carol's hips bucked and pumped to Riekie and Diane's ministrations, her moans and yelps of passion filling the room.

Beneath us, Diane's fingers flew in her sweet little pussy, frigging herself to completion with the rest of us, her tongue busy, lapping up the overflow in Carol, teasing and caressing, driving Carol even farther into orgasmic heaven.

It was too much for me -- I rode the crest of a breaking wave. I felt my balls heave and tighten against the base of my rampaging boner. Riekie's muscles tightened their fantastic grip.

Blood pounding in my ears, temples throbbing, my balls pulled tight against me, and exploded in that blinding sweet pain of release launching their precious burden. My cock swelled, hardening more, and erupted, jerking and spitting, pumping squirt after squirt after squirt of thick, creamy baby sauce into Riekie's rippling, convulsing pussy tunnel. I had just come hard moments before, but now I felt as if my entire body was ejecting through my cock in a massive outpouring of sticky white sperm.

In one last powerful stroke toward total union, I pistoned deep into Riekie's spasming tunnel, cock spitting and jerking. The force of the thrust drove Riekie forward, her nose mashed hard into Carol's inflamed clit pushing her over the top. She bucked and heaved, screaming in her massive, convulsing orgasm, throwing Riekie off her hands and knees stance. Off balance, shuddering and quaking with the power of her own gigantic orgasm, Riekie collapsed, her body quaking and quivering and fell forward onto Carol, pulling her off my spitting, jerking member. Diane, exploding in her own self-induced orgasm almost at the same time, bucked and raised her hips. As Riekie fell forward, disengaging from my furiously erupting penis, the white, sticky sperm, from squirting into her, suddenly sprayed her lips soaking her beautiful blonde curls, mixing with her own squirting juices in a wonderful sodden mess.

Instinctively, with the lost contact, still spewing I pulled back for another thrust. Diane's pussy heaved up as Riekie's pulled forward and away. I thrust forward to regain that lost sensual contact, and my erupting, spitting meat buried to the hilt in Diane's squirting muff, delivering the balance of my spend into her pulsing tunnel. Even with half my load, I filled Diane to overflowing. I come a lot, but this was truly amazing in its intensity and volume! I swore I pumped a river of semen into and on those two women. The sudden penetration and spurt of semen intensified Diane's orgasm and she screamed with the other two. This time I'm sure, their combined screams were heard all the way down the lake to The Soo as that heavenly trio of angels sang just for me in glorious surround sound.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!"

Man! What a rush! A four-way cluster fuck resulting in mutual orgasm! I never ever would have considered the possibility of fucking and coming in two women almost simultaneously, filling them both to overflowing. Who would've thunk it? Pure serendipity! If we had actually tried to do something of that nature, it would have been a dismal failure.

Gasping, totally spent, I collapsed on top of my wives, my still jerking member buried in Diane's hot little quim. Reeling from the intensity of our mutual experience, we lay in a sweaty, sticky heap, collecting our senses and catching our collective breath.

From the bottom of the heap, Diane's small voice giggled in astonishment. "What the fuck just happened? Did we all just get off at the same time? That was the most amazing thing I ever experienced!"

Carol groaned. "Uuunnnhhh! You people are getting heavy."

I struggled back to my knees, breaking that wonderful contact with Diane's sweet pussy and surveyed an incredibly erotic scene. Stacked obscenely before me were three very well-fucked and cum-soaked pussies, my oozing penis still connected to Diane by a glistening tendril of goo. My Girls rolled off each other and lay back gasping, their pussies gaping and leaking a mixture of stringy white goop and their own juices.

A huge shit-eating grin plastered itself to my face. I affectionately patted my slowly deflating and completely sated penis. "Good boy, Rascal! Good boy! Lookit we did! What a team! Sweet god-a-mighty! What a team!"

The girls just had to see what I was talking about, examining each other in turn. They erupted into a babble, trying to describe to each other what they had just experienced.

Riekie struggled to sit up, face wet with Carol's juices, and still weak from the strength of her orgasm. "What happened? I think I passed out. My god Sweet Pussy's so full of Precious Stuff!" She was, too. Not only was she completely soaked in semen that splattered onto her as she pulled off, her gorgeous pussy oozed a slimy white stream. She glanced own at herself. "Eeew! What a mess!"

Diane lifted to look, her face wet and hair matted with Carol's overflowing fluids. Hers petite pussy was no better. An errant squirt of baby juice as Riekie fell off, and before Rascal buried his bone in her lush garden had spattered onto her mons, matting in her soft brown curls. Her sodden pussy gaped, dripping and oozing stringy white goop. She looked in awe at Riekie then herself.

She shook her pretty head in disbelief. "To borrow a phrase — un-fucking-real! I can't believe he pumped that much Precious Stuff into both of us! What are you David? Superman?" For Diane to use the 'f' word twice in quick succession was extremely unusual, and served to underline the intensity of our mutual experience.

"No Superman here, My Love, more like three Super women who know how to push all my buttons." Still, I tightened my cape and wondered if we didn't all have Kryptonian antecedents... 

Carol, stunned at Riekie and Diane's display gasped. "My gawd! Holy shit, Batman, you did all that in just one go? We'll never get all that licked clean." Carol as First Wife laughed. "Alright girls, to the showers! We'll be forever getting this mess cleaned up!"

My wives climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, giving me quick, happy kisses as they left our bed. I made to follow them. Carol turned around and put her hand on my chest. Kissing me lightly, she sniffed and giggled. "Hmmm! Muffin for sure, with just a hint of Princess and me! No shower for you, just yet Big Guy! It ain't big enough for the four of us, and we don't need you and Rascal making more mess before we clean up the last one. God! What a mess! And you're proud of that?"

Shit-eating grin still firmly plastered in place. "Yup! What a team!"

Carol grinned back then got a little serious. "I guess you should be, three very happy and full pussies! And just why do you suppose you're suddenly able to make these huge messes? I hope we get her home in time. I know how important it is to you to make your babies in familiar surroundings. She has priority now. I hope Muffin will let her have her spot tonight, just in case. David, be a dear and let some air in here while we clean ourselves a bit."

I wondered what she was talking about then the light went on <More lights!>. She thought Riekie was starting her estrus cycle! Damn! I hoped Carol was wrong. I had hoped Riekie wouldn't become fertile until closer to home, and preferably not until. All jokes aside, Carol was probably wise in keeping me out of the close confines of the shower with them.

Another part of me wondered if it wasn't the culmination of the intensity of emotion we'd felt all day. Somehow I thought that more likely, especially when Riekie hadn't made any overture for penetration for either round, seeming to be content with just being a part of the group and accepting whatever form of stimulation was available.

While they showered, giggling and squealing, I opened the windows wide, and aired the place out. Call me paranoid, but on the off chance Carol was right, I didn't need a repeat of the scene in September. Yes, my blonde goddess might be coming into her time, but I already felt sufficient attraction to her without pheromones making things worse. As the cold air from outside chilled my bare hide, I examined the bed. It looked like we had held a WWF match in the bed clothes, with sheets and comforters scattered everywhere. Carol's towel was damp, but the other two were still dry as Riekie and Diane had moved off them. I rearranged the dry towels for us all and remade the bed.

I heard the water stop running and closed the windows, allowing the room to reheat. Shortly my ladies came trooping out of the bathroom looking and smelling fresh and clean, just a little tell-tale sheen of wetness glistening on their thighs. Diane and Carol took me by the hands and led me to the bathroom door. I felt cool air coming from the area. An exhaust fan made quite a racket. Carol giggled. "Your turn! It should be OK. We'll come and dry you off when you're ready."

I stepped into the shower a little chilled from the cold fresh air I had let into the room, but the warm water soon overcame that. I soaped and rinsed my hair and beard. It had only been a short time, but my whiskers were already matted with that sticky texture that meant I'd soon be reeking. Cleansed and refreshed, I turned off the water. As I stepped from the shower the door opened and my three lovelies wrapped me in a huge towel. Soon I was enfolded in that warm fuzzy glow of love and contentment as they lovingly toweled me dry.

Returning to bed, I felt a draught. One of them had cracked a window for some fresh air. As we settled back into bed, Carol again took the coveted 'cuddle spot', but Riekie and Diane had traded places. I raised an eyebrow. Carol laughed. "The 'cuddle spot' is almost carved in stone. The others aren't. Muffin doesn't want to be crushed by stampeding female if Princess feels that sudden need."

Riekie blushed, but the Little Girl was irrepressible. "Prin-cess won't hurt any-body! Nope, she won't!"

We all laughed at our situation. Carol reached and turned off the light. The only light in the room now came from outside, blocked by the heavy drapes to less than moonlight. I slipped my arm around Carol's shoulder and she snuggled close. Two other pretty faces materialized out of the darkness, looking for a goodnight kiss. Despite our frenetic sex, it was still fairly early. A good night's sleep lay ahead of us. I kissed Riekie and Diane tenderly and they settled down into each other's arms. Carol and I kissed sweetly. Totally exhausted by the day's traveling, the emotional roller coaster of our rehashing the old breakup, and two incredible sessions of wild and wanton lovemaking, we fell into deep contented sleep.

There was no stampeding Riekie and we slept right through. I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing with our morning wakeup call. It was still night-dark in the room. Carol fumbled behind her and lifted the receiver in acknowledgement. There was more fumbling and suddenly the room blazed with light. Except for her arm movement to answer the phone and turn on the light, Carol never moved from me, and I was still gazing into those exceptional blue eyes. My morning woody snuggly held between her warm thighs, her slightly swollen tummy pressed warmly into mine. She moved her hips suggestively. "G'morning Husband Mine. Mmmm! That feels nice, but I doubt he gets to feed her. Those munchkins probably heard the phone."

I took her lips with mine in a tender lovers' kiss "G'morning Wife of mine. God! Carol Anne. Do you know how much that means to me to hear any one of you say that! Every time I hear it, I think I've died and gone to heaven. Jeezus! I love you!"

Two bodies leaned warmly on me, and in stereo, Diane and Riekie giggled. "G'morning Husband of ours." <giggle> I swear they must practice these things.

I gave each of them a tender lovers' kiss. "G'morning, Wives of mine! I love you so much!" Suddenly all three tried to devour my mouth at once.

Our morning kisses were unceremoniously interrupted when two tow-headed missiles launched onto our bed. Carol was right. Squealing and giggling their happy morning greetings, K.P. and D.J. lavished hugs and wet child kisses on all of us.

Giggling, K.P. said, "We heard lots of happy tickle noises last night! It makes us sleep real good when we hear you being happy like that!"

There wasn't as much urgency this morning, as we'd all had a shower before going to sleep. Still, now that we were all awake, it was time to rise and greet the third day of our travels. This was the long one.

Diane got up and got the twins some juice from the courtesy fridge. I groaned. This morning my piss hard-on didn't deflate at the sudden appearance of the kids, and my bladder was extremely insistent it be drained. Carol reluctantly released me from between her warm thighs as I struggled from bed, my penis waving around unashamedly looking for a place to piss. The kids looked up from their drinks as I rose, but then patently ignored it! Admonishing the children to stay put and finish their juice, three giggling females chased me into the bathroom. Three hands held and steered as yet again the morning erection followed the urine down the toilet to their collective disappointment.

We took turns in pairs brushing our teeth and fixing our hair. The automatic coffee maker was finished brewing, adding the pleasant aroma of coffee to the room. Carol and Diane took the twins for their bath while Riekie and I dressed, had a cup of joe and checked the weather report on the TV. The forecast was excellent. The kids seemed to enjoy their bath as evidenced by the happy squeals and giggles emanating from the bathroom. They weren't long, though, and soon Riekie and I were once again attacked by happy, bounding kids. Riekie and I got them dressed while Carol and Diane sat at the small table for their own coffee.

While the ladies packed our travel bags, I made my way to the office to settle up the account, stopping on my way to start the van and get it warming up. My wives had already come down and started loading the van by the time I finished our business. Because of our evening showers, we were off to an earlier than expected start, pulling away from the hotel before five forty five, yours truly at the wheel with Carol riding shotgun. I knew of a truck stop about a half hour or so east, so we didn't bother with breakfast in the city. With fresh coffee in us, and the kids having had a juice, we all thought it was too early for a full breakfast. We were good to go for a little while.



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Chapter 87


Trip Home Day 3 & Day 4 -- Homecoming

On the road from Thunder Bay at about five forty-five, we headed toward Nipigon. After the intense emotions of the previous two days, a little playing tourist was in order, but we had to choose our route at Nipigon. If we took the scenic route along the north-shore of Superior, our destination today was Sudbury or close to it. If we went the other way we would aim for North Bay or close to it. Either way, it would be an extra long day, weather permitting, but would put us home in decent time tomorrow. The early forecast Riekie and I got from the weather channel was excellent, But we'd check it again at Nipigon before deciding.

We hit the Pass Lake truck stop well before daylight at about six thirty, perfect timing for bladders stretched by our morning coffees. The food at PassLake is excellent, the service better. I've stopped there many times, but the main pleasure is the staff — they not only offer excellent service, they're fun people to be around. The twins were a hit with the staff, and we were all made to feel like family. Despite it being an extra long day, we took a leisurely breakfast so it would be daylight when we went through Nipigon, the southern end of the 'Palisades'. The Palisades of the NipigonRiverCanyon are a must-see — the sheer granite walls and bluffs are stunningly beautiful. It is simply spectacular scenery, and almost worth the drive to see all by themselves. Their full majesty is only visible along the Highway 11 route, but the southern end of these awesome granite cliffs and the steep walls of the NipigonRiverCanyon is still highly visible as you approach and cross the river.

We left PassLake at about seven fifteen, daylight glimmering in the east. The clear, cloudless sky promised another good travel day. It was still bitterly cold, but the heaters in the van kept us snug as bugs in a rug, even with a window cracked to allow fresh air inside just in case Riekie was producing those pheromones.

We arrived in Nipigon just before eight. I had told the family about the Palisades, but they thought I was exaggerating. When they did loom up ahead of us, the whole family gasped and agreed my description didn't do the sight justice, reaffirming my status as expert tour guide. We made a brief pit stop so the family could take a good look around and give me a chance to check the weather. The forecast was still good, so we decided to head down the scenic route toward The Soo. Unfortunately, going this way bypassed most of the Palisades, but at least the family got a hint of them.

Our next rest stop was near Marathon where we fueled the van. The scenery along the north shore of Lake Superior is breath taking, and the family was suitably impressed. Carol took over driving for her shift with Diane riding shotgun for her. We stopped in White River to play tourist at the sign indicating it's the coldest place in Canada, do the bladder thing and to let the kids play outside. After White River we motored on to Wawa for lunch and refueling.

Every where we stopped, the kids charmed the service staff and my gorgeous wives drew appreciate glances from the men. I even saw some women eyeing them a little salaciously. The open warmth and joy we felt with ourselves was noticeable, and people just going about their everyday jobs as pump jockeys or waitresses seemed to respond in kind. I've heard it said happiness is like jam — you can't spread it without getting a little on yourself. In our case, we spread it among ourselves and some overflowed onto those we came into contact with. The day before had been emotionally draining and at the same time uplifting. We felt a new confidence in our love for each other and definite renewal. We had experienced a true catharsis, and wherever we were, we were wrapped in this amazing warm and fuzzy feeling of love. I'm sure we had an aura of love and happiness that the people we came in contact with responded to.

Our third day on the road was enjoyable if long and tiring. We felt our bonds as a family unit strengthening, and wished the other two kids were with us to share in it. Given Rhiannon's and even Jenny's strong connection to the twins, I thought maybe they in some way were with us through them, as they had been at Ben's passing. On this trip, those two little cuddle bums got more loving and attention then they ever dreamed of. I just hoped we weren't spoiling them, and that they were using their unseen connection with Rhiannon and Jenny to pass it along.

We had always tended to be a little touchy-feely among ourselves, but now we were very public and open with our demonstrativeness. The affectionate touching and hugging among the adults was constant. It was nothing for one of us just to squeeze someone's shoulder or give them a quiet peck on the cheek out of the blue. Whenever we were out of the van, we engaged in very public displays of affection, and always referred to each of the wives as Mrs. Lloyd

While we traveled and did our sightseeing, we did discuss some things we'd like to do with our future. Nothing was pressing. With what Carol and Riekie had saved over the years and the windfall from Ben, our financial future at least was secure. How best to utilize those assets was another thing. One thing we did decide was to set up individual trust funds for each child's education. The older children would get a larger seed amount so they would have approximately the same amount upon graduation from high school as the younger ones at current rates of return.

We also discussed what to do about housing. In the past we always thought the farm house was a big house, but with only three bedrooms after the modifications Diane and I had made, it wouldn't be enough for the size and gender mix of the family we envisioned. Even if we had no more children after the three on the way, it would be tight quarters. But Riekie would have at least one more, and Carol said she wanted more. Diane wasn't sure with three now, but she kept her options open, especially being the youngest.

The mortgage would be up for renewal soon. We decided rather than renew it, we would pay it off. I mentioned that I had some ideas for housing that would require us to build, rather than add on to the existing house. Some of Ben's money could be used for that. I told them to think about what each of them wanted in a house, as long as we had a master bathroom similar to what Carol had in the Bragg Creek house. I still loved that huge shower, and told them the one at home was big until I saw that one. The other thing I wanted was a huge kitchen, not quite a fully industrial one, but pretty close. We still wanted it to be a fun place like our kitchen always was. The girls laughed, and said they wanted the best equipment we could afford, and the hominess was a simple matter of design, decoration and our presence.

What all to incorporate into a new house became the topic of the day almost, and occasioned lots of laughing and fun as different suggestions were put forward. Some were outrageous just for the pure fun of being able to consider them. We wanted a big family house, not a mansion.

Other discussions and topics we considered revolved around assets, especially as the daylight waned and we moved away from the scenic wonders of Lake Superior and the North Channel of Georgian Bay on Lake Huron. How best to ensure equal ownership where there was only one legal wife. Diane even offered to divorce me and then change her name the way Carol and Riekie did so that all three had equal status. That was a non-starter with the other two wives.

We decided to seek legal counsel on this one, only agreeing that everything we owned was community property, whether real estate or funds in the bank. Our lives would be a jumble of legalese for the next several months as we sorted it out. The exceptions to the joint community property were the wives' jewelry, my guns and items specifically gifted to individuals.

The issue of what children were whose also came up. As I was the father of all, I was responsible for all. Again we decided to seek legal advice and maybe do a little research on other known multiple marriages. That probably meant checking out the folks in Salt Lake City and maybe contacting Beth for the names of some of the people in her book. It would probably only become an issue if one of the mothers passed away, or if I did (Perish the thought, but a possibility.) while we still had minor children. Divorce was not a possibility we would even consider after what we had been through already. We also thought we should look into all of us being assigned legal guardianship to all of our children so any one of us could deal with emergencies when a legal parent was unavailable.

The issues of assets, children, and trust funds were so important we decided to keep some minutes of our discussion on these topics that we would all sign as a document to present to the lawyer when we saw him. Carol, with her experience as a legal secretary was immensely helpful, and got the job of keeping the minutes. She had everything down almost verbatim in a very legible and attractive hand. We all teased Riekie about a doctor's hand writing, but anything my blonde bombshell ever wrote out for me, like the diaries she kept of the twins, was always in neat, legible script. She teased right back, saying she never took the special course in illegible handwriting for physicians.

A last item from yesterday's intensely emotional trip down nostalgia lane was raised. How do we prevent ourselves from falling into the trap of losing the friendship perspective? Rather than commit to paper, we repeated and augmented our matrimonial vows when all four of us swore before the others and the Goddess that we would be friends before anything else and would always discuss any issue, large or small. If somebody had a beef, they were to come out with it. We were no longer so naïve as to not realize that we wouldn't have disagreements, regardless of how much we loved and liked each other. Face it, four people living in close contact will get on each other's nerves from time to time. It happens even in the best of monogamous marriages.

These were things we had never seriously considered as teens, but now we needed to. Of course, when we were teens, we didn't really need to because the situations hadn't arisen yet except in some nebulous form that said we would have to deal with them someday. The issue of children's parentage, housing, and ownership of assets were prime examples of the future looking after itself as a situation arose. With our total reconciliation, those situations were upon us now and needed to be dealt with and soon. We had no illusions or delusions regarding these issues.

By the time we arrived at the day's destination, we were thoroughly exhausted. It was a very long day with lots of exciting scenery, hard driving and our rather productive planning for the future. There was still a lot to be done, but we had laid the ground work. We were all rather pleased with ourselves by the end of the day.

Our third and final overnight stop was SudburyOntario.

At Sudbury, we grabbed the first motel we came to. It was getting a little later than we liked to be out, so we didn't waste any time looking for anything better. Like our first night in Brandon, we got what they euphemistically call a 'double room' with two double beds and no cot for the twins. The motel didn't look like much, but it was clean and the beds were firm. Exhausted from the extra long day on the road, we didn't care if we were a little crowded.

We bathed the kids and put them to bed straightaway. They had managed to stay awake for almost the entire trip, but were a little cranky by the time we arrived. They were out before they touched the pillow.

We called Bob and Karen and let them know we had arrived safely in Sudbury. Tomorrow we would be home, and would call to let them know when we got there. Next, we called home, told them where we were, and what time to expect us tomorrow. It would be a much shorter day. If we got away by seven, we'd be home by early afternoon unless we ran into heavy snow squalls in the snow belt along Hwy 69 off Georgian Bay, always a possibility, especially at this time of winter before the bay freezes over. Our conversations were relatively brief. We just wanted to get our heads down. The motel didn't offer a wake up service, but there was an electric alarm radio, so we set it for six.

After riding in the van all day, we were all feeling a little cramped and grungy. The small bathroom was barely big enough for two, but we managed, showering in pairs -- Diane and I, then Carol and Riekie. The shower refreshed us and took away some of the stiffness from sitting in the van. As usual, I was the last leaving the bathroom. With us showering, and bathing the kids tonight, unless we got into some heavy sex again, we wouldn't need a shower in the morning, getting us off to an early start.

Carol was in one bed with the twins, while Diane (in the 'cuddle' spot) and Riekie were sharing the other with me. It was a snug fit, but as neither Diane nor Riekie is all that big, we were quite comfy, especially me, snuggly ensconced between two warm female bodies. <Grin> I kissed all my lovelies good night, and settled down with Diane snuggly nestled into my right side, Riekie curled into my left. We were all soon sound asleep.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke to heat and wetness at my groin. I half expected to see Riekie riding me. Instead, in the dim light coming from outside, I made out two forms under the covers, and both Riekie and Diane were missing from my arms. The two shapes were busily sucking, stroking, and licking me to full erection. When I reached down and touched their heads, they threw back the covers, looked at me and grinned happily. Then the two of them went back to their business of pleasuring me.

They sucked and licked and kissed, alternating between them which had my shaft in her mouth and which was playing with my balls, making a game of it. I lay back and simply enjoyed the extreme pleasure of having two horny females giving me an incredible blow job. Riekie had always, from her very first time, given expert head, taking to it like a duck to water. Diane had only started recently, but was a quick study. Now I had the two of them working my member expertly. I noticed as they sucked and licked on me, they each had a hand busy in their hot little snatches.

I wasn't long reaching my climax. As their lips, tongues and hands teased and stimulated my throbbing joint, the sensations grew more intense, and my hips started pumping. My balls lifted and tightened to the base of my cock as I felt that familiar bittersweet pain of release building in my temples. They sensed the approaching explosion, backed off, delaying it, then took me even higher. They repeated this a number of times, taking me almost to release, then easing off until I was almost screaming for relief. Together they jacked and stroked the shaft while the two of them licked and sucked on the knob. In the end, having two tongues flicking around and in the slit was too much tactile sensation, producing the inevitable flooding result. As my own orgasm approached, the jerking of their hips from their own hands became more frantic.

Suddenly my balls heaved and spewed. My cock swelled and hardened even more in their hot grasp as it erupted, squirting gob after gob of thick, creamy white semen into their eager mouths. Because neither could form a tight seal, much plastered their faces. As I spewed out my wet load, their own orgasms exploded on them, but they never missed a beat, moaning their pleasure as I shot into their mouths. My hips slowed and the squirting dwindled to just an ooze from the tip. Like kittens lapping cream, they licked the pearly drops of spilled semen from each other's faces completely clean. They exchanged a hot kiss, and I saw them pass my seed between them.

They bent to my sated penis and sucked and licked anything they could from my wilting member then kissed each other passionately one more time and crawled up beside me, bringing the covers back with them and snuggled in tight on either side. I kissed each of them sweetly, tasting myself on their lips. They cooed quietly then both fell fast asleep, each with an arm draped cross my chest. Except for their moans as they came and their soft coo as they snuggled up, not a sound had been made. What an incredible experience!

I looked over to the other bed, and saw Carol watching us intently, one hand busy between her legs, the other mauling her breasts. As I watched, her hips thrust forward and her body shook and convulsed in a self-induced orgasm. When her breathing slowed, she smiled sweetly at me and whispered, "I love you." I returned the silent gesture with my own huge smile. Then she rolled over to cuddle the twins and soon I heard the soft sound of her breathing as she slept.

If it wasn't for the pleasant after glow of a massive orgasm, I thought I might have been dreaming, I drifted back to sleep, two lovely little cum kittens curled snugly into me. I swore I could hear them purring contentedly.

I awoke to the annoyingly raucous sound of the alarm. I heard Carol curse the electronic racket as she slapped the button to shut it off. To my right, I gazed into a pair of beautiful brown eyes brimming with love. I kissed her sweetly and tasted some of last night's adventure still on her lips, then turned and kissed Riekie, tasting the same on her lips as I gazed into those wonderful blue eyes so full of intelligence and love.

"Good morning sweethearts." I pulled them both tight, my morning woody tenting the bed cloths. "Mmmm! You two feel so warm and cuddly, I'm not sure if I ever want to get up."

The stereo effect of these two never ceased to amaze me. "Good morning, David."

I felt the bed sag to one side a little as extra weight was added, then Carol was laying across the three of us collecting her good morning kiss as well. "Hiya, Sweet thing!"

"Hiya, yerself, Husband! Don't you guys be cuddling all morning. Rise and shine family. We're almost home, let's get a hustle on. Jeez! We're so close now, I'm like a child waiting for Santa Claus."

Two more, smaller, shapes bounded onto the bed to collect their morning hugs and kisses. Between Carol's wakeup call, the rambunctious youngsters, and a raging piss hard-on, there wouldn't be any long cuddles this morning. Carol, already out of bed, shooed the kids into the bathroom to pee and brush their teeth. As soon as the twins were finished, I made a bee line for the toilet. K.P. and D.J. were now used to our morning routine and dressed themselves while their mommies helped Daddy send another morning erection chasing the urine down the drain. Diane and Riekie opted for a quick shower while Carol and I used the sinks to do our morning cleanup.

While Riekie and Diane had their shower and the rest of their morning cleanup, Carol and I dressed and checked that the kids had dressed properly as well. It wasn't as cold as it had been and the day was forecast to be clear. I went out to start the van and checked the sky. It was still dark, but the winter stars sparkled and danced in a cloudless sky. The motel office was open and I settled the bill while I was out. Returning to the room, I collected the family, we loaded the van, and we were on the road before seven. We were anxious to complete the final leg of our trip home.

We took Hwy 69 south and stopped at the first decent looking truck stop we saw to fuel the van and have breakfast. There would only be two shifts for this leg, and Riekie took the first one. I'd finish. The drive down Hwy 69 is a scenic trip, too, but not as spectacular as north of Superior and Huron. The weather held for us with no big squalls coming off Georgian Bay. We stopped at small gas stations for rest breaks and to let the kids play. We turned east off 69 at the exit for Gravenhurst where we made our last fuel stop and had lunch. It was only a little over two hours from Gravenhurst to home. I took over from there then crossed over to Washago.

We didn't discuss much of any seriousness during that last leg of the trip home. We'd covered almost all the ground we needed to already. Now, we were eager with anticipation. Our excitement wouldn't let us get involved in dramatic conversation. Oh, we talked a little more about what we wanted in our new house. Somebody mentioned closet and other storage space, and that was assigned a high priority.

The rest of the talk centred on what we thought might happen when we first arrived, and how much Carol and Riekie were looking forward to seeing all the family again. That reminded me, even though I thought Mom had been talking to her, I suggested to Carol that at her first opportunity she should call Joanne to let her know we'd arrived safely and invite her for New Year's Eve. She said she was way ahead of me, and planned to do just that.

Monday, Dec. 30, 1985, we arrived home. As we rolled to a stop in the yard, it felt so good to see the outdoor Yule log blazing away and the house all decorated for the Festive Season with the lights on even in mid-day. Rhiannon and Jenny must have been watching for us with their coats on. The van hadn't stopped moving in the yard before a seven year old and her two year old sister came rocketing out of the door. The rest of the family wasn't far behind, including Clyde the pup. Such a homecoming there never was!

The twins were actually the first out of the van, and almost didn't make it because Rhiannon rather than being ecstatic over the return of Mommy and Daddy had eyes only for the twins, and they seemed to have eyes only for her and her sister. These kids had never met, and yet they hugged and kissed each other like they'd known each other all their lives. So strong was their psychic bond, Rhiannon even knew which was which. Jenny was hot on her heels, hollering, "Sisters! Sisters!" The four of them became a tangled mass of little girl as they hugged and kissed. Even Jenny, at her tender age, knew instinctively which of the twins was which.

Clyde the pup wagged his tail so furiously, his whole body got moving. He was around and through everyone's legs seeking attention, which he got. He stayed closest to the kids, though, and when they got into that laughing, giggling squealing tangle, Clyde was in the thick of it. He got so much petting and ear scratching, I wondered his ears weren't sore afterward.

Diane and I began to wonder if we'd been replaced when Carol and Riekie stepped out. Mom and Dad were all over them like a bad smell. Both Mom and Dad were crying! As they swept Carol and Riekie into their arms in a group hug and smothered them with kisses, I heard them both saying over and over to the girls, "Welcome home, Princesses, Welcome home!" I knew, and always had, that my folks loved those girls, but this outpouring of love still staggered me. Dad just beamed!

Paul and the aunts held back a bit, but the aunts were the first ones to actually greet Diane and me with warm hugs and kisses. Paul was next and Diane threw herself at him squealing "Daddy!"

Diane's squeal of "Daddy!" woke everyone else out of their trances. Rhiannon and Jenny were so wrapped up in their sisters they forgot anyone else was alive, I think. Rhiannon and Jenny then realized Mommy and Daddy were there and ran squealing to us, the twins right behind them.

Mom and Dad finally released My Girls and came to us for hugs and kisses (Yeah! I kissed my dad. Got a problem with that?). At that point Rhiannon and Jenny both ran to Carol and Riekie with hugs and kisses, calling each correctly by name with the 'Mommy' prefix. They both had to listen to Carol's tummy.

After listening carefully to Carol's tummy, Rhiannon looked at her very seriously and said, "Our new brother and sister are happy to be home, Mommy Carol."

Carol never doubted Rhiannon in the slightest. With a tear in her eye she said softly, "I know, Munchkin, I know. So am I. It's so-o-o goo-ood to be home. I've been away far too long."

Introductions were made. Carol and Riekie had never met Paul, although they'd spoken to him on the phone. The aunts held back a bit. Carol and Riekie hardly recognized them.

Carol's comment, somewhat tongue-in-cheek, directly to them was, "No! You're not Pie and Jo? Who are you ladies? What have you done with my aunts? You ladies are far too young to be my aunts."

Pie answered with a laugh, "Yes, Carol Anne, it is we." (School teachers, remember?)

Riekie, in a state of shock at the transformation in her beloved aunts spoke up, "You can't be. Shit, you don't even sound like them."

Pie put on her schoolmarm voice, "Hendrieka Maria Lloyd! It is I, and I will thank you not to talk like a sailor!"

Riekie grinned and threw out her arms, "Tante Pie! Tante Jo! It is you!"

Jo laughed. "Damn straight! That's what love and a good night in the sack does for a person!"

You could have bought Riekie for a nickel at that point. To hear Jo utter even a little crudity was beyond her ken. Carol had talked to them on the phone so she recognized the new timbre to their voices, and was just having a little fun. Riekie, on the other hand, wasn't too sure her aunts hadn't been replaced by pod people, I think... Diane and I had tried to prepare our wives for the transformation in their aunts, but they still weren't ready for it when they met them in the flesh. Even Carol, who had last seen them in September and talked to them on the phone was taken aback, especially at their appearance. Both looked so much younger, happier, and carefree than when either girl had last seen them

The happiest surprise for Mom and Dad was the twins. After they broke from their sisters, they ran over to them squealing, "Nanny! Poppy!" Just before they got to them with their sloppy kid kisses and hugs, K.P. and D.J. stopped, curtsied to Mom, and in their patented stereo way said sweetly. "How do you do, High Priestess?" Before Mom could get off her usual gruff reply to being greeted formally, the twins resumed the munchkin attack they had originally launched and swamped Mom and Dad both with their greeting. Again, for people they'd never met, the kids acted as if they'd known their grandparents all their lives.

The twins were a little more reserved when they were introduced to Paul and the aunts. Soon, though, when they saw Rhiannon and Jenny falling all over Grampa and the Oma's they were in the thick of it. The kids soon bored of all the adults, though, and gravitated back to themselves. It was so darling to see them cuddling each other. At first it looked like they paired up, but they wordlessly switched regularly. It was an amazing display, especially when you consider Jenny was only two, but she acted so mature when she was with her three sisters.

It wasn't as cold here as it was most of the trip, but still cold enough, and with all the snow, my feet got cold. I finally roared so everyone could hear me and loudly suggested some people didn't have coats on, and we should move this party indoors. Mom and the aunts herded the women and children into the house, even treating Diane like a guest in her own house, while Dad, Paul and I unloaded all our bags and brought them in.

Paul commented as we were getting the stuff out of the van and trailer. "Good Lord, David! They look just like their prom pictures! They've hardly changed a bit. Such beauties! No wonder you waited so long and worked so hard to get them back! When I was separated from Piete and Joanna they were still young girls, and I came back to mature women, but you seem to have found your girls almost the way you left them."

Dad, still overwhelmed at having 'His Girls' finally home wiped a tear from his eye, "David, I never gave up hope, but I was beginning to despair of the day I'd ever see those two again. And those twins! What little sweethearts. Goddess, man! I always thought it with Rhiannon and Jen, but with these two, you prove it — you and your wives make wonderful kids!"

Overwhelmed myself, I just said 'Thank you' to both of them. I had expected a tumultuous welcome, but not quite the emotional display I'd seen. The reaction of the kids to each other was unnerving, but at the same time hugely gratifying. I asked Dad if we could store Carol's things in his garage and basement until we found room for it at our house. We probably wouldn't be unpacking and sorting it until after the New Year when things settled down a bit. He said that would be fine.

We took everything upstairs except the three big cases and some boxes Riekie had packed the Christmas loot in. We took them into the living room to unpack and add to the Christmas booty already there. The tree, again loaded with gifts, looked like it was still the day before Christmas. Many were for the twins, but there were several for all the other family members too.

The women folk descended on the kitchen, and from the happy squeals and giggles emanating from that quarter, there was a lot of catching up and joy. Soon Diane had Carol and Riekie in tow, showing them the changes we'd made to the house. I cornered Carol for a minute and asked her if there was anything she desperately needed out of the boxes in the trailer. If she didn't I would store them temporarily in Dad's's garage and basement until we got time to unpack everything and find a place for it. Her bedroom set would definitely have to be stored over there. Our basement, being part of an old farm house, was too damp. Carol said nothing was urgent, but to keep her art supplies where we could get at them easily.

Diane finished up her quick tour showing the girls their new home and the arrangements we'd made for the kids. As they came thumping down stairs I heard them commenting on the en suite bath, and that they now understood where I was coming from. Just as they returned to the kitchen, a knock came to the door. I opened it and admitted an attractive young woman in her mid twenties. She held a finger to her lips to silence my greeting.

When she entered the kitchen, Carol and Riekie waited to be introduced, then with a squeal, grasped who it was. They hadn't seen Heather since she was about Rhiannon's age. Tears streaming down their faces, the three of them rushed into an embrace. Heather couldn't believe they looked so young. They couldn't believe the little girl they once knew had grown into this lovely young woman. Heather couldn't stay long, having left the boys in Doug's care, but just had to meet 'her sisters' as soon as we got home. She promised she'd be back after supper and bring her boys to meet everyone.

As Heather left, Carol picked up the phone. Soon she was chatting gaily with Joanne. When I looked at her inquiringly, she gave me a thumbs-up, indicating Joanne would be over for New Year's Eve. One of the reasons I wanted Joanne to come to our party was to see if she and Riekie could settle their twenty year-old differences. I thought it might be easier in the more relaxed setting of a party. Carol and Joanne had partly reconciled many years ago, and it was complete when she made up with me in September. I hoped Riekie would be as forgiving. Joanne had become a true friend, and was now studying the Old Ways under Mom.

I rounded up Paul and Dad and we took the van and trailer over to his place to finish unloading. Tomorrow we'd return them to the depot, which was in the same city where Paul had his home. Paul volunteered to drive the back up vehicle to bring me back, as he should check his mail and the house. We decided to leave early in the morning so we'd be back in lots of time. The usual party was planned for New Year's Eve and we had to be back to help get ready for it.

By the time we finished unloading Carol's things at Dad's, it was getting late in the afternoon. When we walked in the house, the aromas coming from the kitchen were mouth watering. The aunts had decided to make one of their special meals as part of out welcome home. My wives were nowhere to be seen. When I asked, Mom said they were unpacking. I checked the living room. The kids were playing quietly. The twins had the album out showing it to Rhiannon. Riekie had unpacked all their Christmas toys for them and put out the gifts we brought back for the family. I heard squeals and giggles coming from upstairs. Whatever they were doing it sounded like My Girls were having fun.

Dad, Paul and I grabbed coffees and headed for the shop. I wanted to run some ideas past them for some house plans. The girls had come up with some suggestions to go along with what I wanted. There was a consensus that we should have a fireplace, not for the heat so much as the ambiance. All three of them said we needed one if for no other reason than the Yule log fire. We spent an hour or so puttering around and kicking around some ideas then went back up when Pie hollered down that supper was ready. As we came up from the shop, we heard the clatter of three sets of feet coming down the stairs overhead.

Our first supper home was a memorable one. Everyone was there — Mom, Dad, Paul, Pie, Jo, the four kids, My Wives and me. The aunts had gone all out for their meal, with all of my and the girls' favourite Dutch cuisine. At first it seemed odd that our first meal home was the same as the last one before Diane and I left on our odyssey, but also fitting. The aunts and Mom acted as hostesses, serving the meal and making us feel like honoured guests. When the girls offered to help, they were told this was a Special Day, and for just one day to allow themselves to be pampered.

The little ones were served at a smaller table set up in the TV room so there would be room at the table for all the adults. My wives all sat down one side of the table from my right at the head. I'd wanted Dad to take that place, but was vetoed. Dad sat at the other end, Mom to his right, while Paul and his ladies occupied seating next to her. Mom said a very eloquent prayer to the Goddess thanking Her for the food we ate, and a special thanks for bringing her daughters home. I asked for a moment of silence so that we could all express silently our own thanks. I had so much to be thankful for, I didn't think I could enumerate it all in the short time, so I just said a quiet 'Thank you Lady for everything'. I'm sure She understood.

Paul and Dad couldn't keep their eyes off the girls; Paul especially had eyes for Diane. Paul's pride in her was palpable, and from the glances he stole at Carol and Riekie, it was obvious he was very impressed with her choice in wives <Grin>. Dad's joy at having all of 'His Girls' home was obvious and humbling. He had a tear in his eye almost the whole time we ate. He was just brimming with happiness. I noticed Mom's eyes were a little moist, and I must admit, that since I stepped out of the van, I'd forced back the lump in my throat all afternoon — a lump caused by joy. I noticed that my wives' eyes looked a little misty too. The happiness around the supper table that night was a living, breathing presence.

Our arrival home was one of the most moving experiences in my life. After almost twenty years of separation, pain, and anguish Carol, Riekie and I were reunited and joined with our 'new' wife Diane in the only true home the four of us -- at one time or another -- had ever known. The emotional welcome we received would warm the cockles of the hardest heart.



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Chapter 88


The aunts' meal was a delight, and of course, I ate too many 'oleballen'. With everyone busy after we got home: My Girls busy with the unpacking, Mom and the aunts working on the delicious supper, and us men unloading the van, there hadn't been a lot of opportunity to catch up.

The full story of Ben's passing and our new wedding that night took centre stage, of course, and brought tears to the driest eye. Then we had to tell the whole story of Bob and Karen and our discovery that she was like Koorstis women in knowing she was pregnant from the instant of conception. As we brought the family up to date on our experiences and our journey, tears of happiness flowed freely. Hands were clasped, impromptu embraces shared and words of endearment flowed like wine. It would probably be days before the euphoria wore off.

After supper, we congregated in the old living room. Before distributing any gifts, we took the time to call Bob and Karen to let them know we had arrived safely. Knowing this was our planned arrival date, Robbie and Jamie made a point of visiting them when we called. I turned on the speakerphone, and we had an excellent visit with them. Mom and Dad were thrilled to speak with Ben's sons, and Mom especially was delighted to hear them refer to Carol as 'Mom'. K.P. and D.J. were extremely glad to talk to the boys too, whom they adored, and Rhiannon and Jenny soon had the boys in the palms of their hands as well.

Bob and Karen said they were staying on until after New Year's, and would be celebrating it with the boys and a few of their closest friends at the house. The four of them were going out to dinner shortly, so we ended our conversation by telling them we'd call them as close to midnight our time as we could, to wish them Happy New Year. With the time difference, we advised them not to call us at their midnight... 

Christmas came twice to the Lloyd household that year. Yours truly was again elected to play Santa Claus, but this time he had four elves to help with the deliveries. There were gifts for everyone, although the kids made out like bandits once more. The twins got gifts from their grandparents and Paul's family. Some of Rhiannon and Jenny's gifts had been held back for this occasion, plus there were gifts from Riekie and Carol for them as well. The girls had brought their gifts for Paul, Pie, Jo, and Mom and Dad. Diane's large gift to me was under the tree as well as gifts for me from everyone else. Diane did well too. Carol and Riekie got gifts from the other family members too. The gifts that Robbie and Jamie sent home for Rhiannon and Jenny were a huge hit because of the boys' thoughtfulness.

The kids' gifts were mostly more toys and pretty clothes. The only ones that stand out in memory were the ones from Carol and Riekie to Mom and Dad because they showed just how much My Girls really loved them. Carol gave Mom and Dad drawings showing scenes she drew from memory of notable moments from the happy times. The one for Mom was of her marrying us in her gown, holding the string up for the Goddess' blessing. Dad's was from that same night, again from memory, of him squiring the two girls around to the guests, one on each arm. Drawn strictly from memory, the likenesses were uncanny. Both Mom and Dad were deeply touched at the memories evoked and the very personal nature of the pictures. Carol had the ability to know just what to give as a gift.

Riekie continued her original pattern of gifts for Mom and Dad. Mom got a lovely piece to add to her favourite crystal pattern, and Dad received a full set of Louis L'amour's Sackett series of books.

We had planned on arriving home tonight and the family made their arrangements for our homecoming based on that information. As we finished with our tree, guests began arriving. There weren't many, but they were significant.

Heather and her family, with my uncle Doug, were the first to arrive. Her boys finally got to meet Heather's long-lost 'sisters' that she talked about so much, but the biggest treat was Doug. He was almost as happy to see the girls again as Mom and Dad, especially after they reprised their kisses of that long ago New Year's party. Heather's husband Garry received a very warm greeting from Carol and Riekie, too.

The nicest surprise for all of us was Val! She came all the way from Montreal just to be home for us! She said she stayed in town, at Wayne's parents', until this evening to let us settle in before she showed up. Thus, her surprise wouldn't be diminished by the other emotions of our initial homecoming. She said she came up early to meet us tonight, and that Wayne and the kids would be here tomorrow. The reunion between Val and My Girls was emotional to say the least. She hadn't seen Diane since the previous Christmas, and was totally astounded at the transformation. When she saw Carol and Diane together, she almost fainted at the similarity between them.

I didn't get much physical contact with my wives that evening. Val and Heather virtually monopolized them with hugs and cuddles -- their kisses with all of My Girls bordering on the erotic. Heather had always been fairly close to Diane, and Val had been very friendly and accepting of her, but now that she was one of My Girls, the relationship deepened immediately to that special bond they'd always had with Carol and Riekie.

Because of the excitement and their cousins visiting, we allowed the kids to stay up later, but we made sure they were in their jammies because we knew one or all of them would fall asleep on the couch.

With my sisters, except for Joan, the youngest, home, the conversation got quite lively as they got caught up on their life histories with each other. I noticed Heather's husband Garry throw My Girls some strange looks because of the easy intimacy they shared among themselves with full-on-the-lips kisses and tender hugs. He'd heard our story, but never fully grasped, until now, that they were not only wives to me, but to each other. He knew about Paul and his wives, having met them and socialized quite a lot over the Holidays, but never quite made the leap to us. Go figure.

I think he was even more flabbergasted that Val and Heather were included in this easy intimacy. Heather had been too young at the time, but Val had been a willing lover to both my first wives. I don't think Garry knew that little part of our history. Val's husband Wayne knew all the details, so if he had been here, it would have been less of a shock to him.

As the evening progressed, we related everything that happened since September. Mom had kept Val relatively current with her weekly phone calls, and of course, Heather was around all the time, and knew most of it. My sisters were especially taken with the twins, and thus Riekie was prevailed upon to relate the whole tale of her subterfuge to get my sperm samples and the subsequent birth of the twins.

While Riekie told her amazing tale to an enraptured audience of my sisters, Doug, and Paul's family, I drew Mom and Dad aside and showed them my Christmas present from Riekie. They were as astounded and moved as I was at the effort that had gone into preserving the twins' life story for me. The twins and Rhiannon sat with us while we went through the album. Dad was fascinated with the diaries, and was soon absorbed in them — give that man a good book and he was agoner.

The kids weren't able to keep awake much past their normal bedtimes, especially the twins. With our early start this morning and the hubbub of our homecoming including a second Christmas, they were two very tired little teddy bears. Jenny was the first to succumb, curled up in Paul's lap. The twins were only a few minutes behind, passed out on Nanny and Poppy's laps, still trying to show them things in the album. Rhiannon stayed with it the longest, but soon she was sleeping, snuggled between Mom and Dad and the twins, the album open and forgotten on her lap.

My wives and I each carried a sleeping child to their room. The aunts had allowed Jenny to sleep in this room since Christmas Eve, apparently. We put the children in separate beds, and each woke to get hugs and kisses from all four parents then out cold again. The four of us cuddled happily in the doorway as we watched them sleep, the first time all our children were together in their own home in their own beds. My arms were around Carol, my hands caressing her tummy, her hands covering mine, while the other two snuggled on either side.

Ahab, our black cat, now almost fully grown, who hid most of the day with all the strangers in the house, now reappeared almost magically. Carol and Riekie jumped when they felt his soft fur rubbing against their legs. They weren't used to pets, especially cats, although they both loved them, and his sudden appearance startled them. They were amazed when he crawled into bed with Jenny and snuggled under her arm like a teddy bear, his normal post at night.

The tableau of four beautiful sleeping children, one with a favourite pet, was heart warming to say the least. With a tear in my eye I caressed Carol's tummy and kissed her on the neck. I glanced at the other two and collected a small kiss from each. I whispered, "On a night very like this, we watched Heather sleeping and said someday we'd be watching our own sleep in this house. At least one of our dreams has come true. We've got four in beds and two safe and snug in here."

Carol leaned back tighter into my embrace as Riekie and Diane pulled tighter to me. They each laid their free hand on ours over Carol's tummy. In their now-patented surround sound they sighed contentedly, "Mmmm-hmmm."

Presently we rejoined the rest of the family. Heather's boys were still awake except for the baby, who slept most of the night in his travel chair. The two older ones were still going, but showing signs of getting sleepy. When they did pass out, Heather and Garry tucked them in on the couch in the TV room until they were ready to leave.

Eventually, the inevitable crochinole games got going. We had two boards so eight could play at a time, with the two highest in each game taking on the two lowest from the other. Even the aunts and Mom got involved, adding their melodious giggles to the fun. Diane had previously avoided these types of games, but the 'new and improved' Diane was an eager participant, and soon became as cut throat as the others.

The winter that Carol and Riekie practically lived at the farm we played crochinole regularly, and they became extremely skilled. Riekie hadn't shot crochinole since then, though, and was quite rusty. Carol had found a board in Calgary when the boys were younger and taught them to play, but still hadn't played very much.

Heather was the reigning champ in the family, and Val had always been a good player. The eight of them played ruthlessly. Diane turned out to be a natural, and the other wives soon sharpened up old skills. Heather had her work cut out for her to hold onto her status as champion. The giggling and squealing from the girls' was a treat to hear. The old house hadn't heard the like of it in many years.

Dad, Paul, Garry and I played euchre and had a grand time. Doug didn't play cards, but liked to watch and stayed in the conversation.

The whole evening was magical, a night for family to be reunited and enjoy each others' company. We didn't do any dancing -- the New Year's Eve party tomorrow night was the time for that. The party broke up around ten thirty. Heather and Garry took the boys and Doug home a little earlier. Val left at the same time so her mother-in law didn't lock her out when she went to bed. Garry's expression when Val shared very passionate, tongue-suck lovers' kisses with all three of My Wives as they said good night, was priceless. I think Diane, the last to kiss her good night, slipped Val a little extra tongue just to show Val the fullness of her transformation. Val's whole body seemed to melt a little, and she was a little glassy eyed when she turned toward her car.

When it was his turn to say good night, a blushing Garry puckered up for a chaste friendly kiss from each, but was gobsmacked by the passion of the kisses My Wives bestowed upon him. Doug remembered what they were like and I think actually looked forward to their kisses (Who wouldn't!), judging by the smile as he waited his turn. My Girls, knowing their effect on Doug and seeing his obvious anticipation, turned up the heat and even slipped him a little tongue. I thought at one time it was cruel to tease the man like that, but he seemed to enjoy the kisses, and it probably made the old bachelor's dreams a lot more pleasant. Heather, for the first time, was subjected to those passionate kisses, and like Val, left glassy eyed. I suspected from the way she and Garry reacted, that they would be having some fun tonight, and I'm sure that was the girls' intent.

Mom and Dad stayed a few minutes longer to speak with us about the party preparations then left with Clyde at their heels. He had to be called downstairs because he'd been sleeping in the kids' room. Dad's dog and our cat got along famously, and could often be seen playing together, so for Clyde to be in the room with Ahab and the kids was no big deal to each other. I told Dad he may have lost his dog. Clyde loved being around all Dad's grandchildren, but was especially close to our girls, which now included the twins.

The house was empty except for my and Paul's family by shortly past ten thirty. We spent a few minutes tidying up, but Paul and the aunts sent us off to bed, saying they'd close the house for the night and Paul would tend the furnace. We were being spoiled rotten.

On our way to our room, we checked the kids. Those little devils had pushed the two middle beds together, and all four of them were cuddled in a tangled heap, sound asleep, with Ahab tucked under one of their arms. We knew about K.P. and D.J. but didn't realize the close psychic connection with the other two was that strong. Except for the age difference, I began to wonder if they weren't quadruplets! Riekie sighed in defeat, "We can't win. Now we have four of them doing it! David, you might just as well have forgotten about those nice bunk beds and bought one double!"

I laughed as I cuddled her. "Might yet."

Carol grinned. "I have a notion there's three little ones on the way we're gonna have the same problem with when they get big enough to move out of the nursery."

Diane giggled, "Yeah, and they might very well end up with their big sisters!"

Knowing there was no point in moving them, we turned toward our own room. As we entered it, I noticed that someone had slipped in and lit the candles. The window was also open a crack for fresh air, but the room was cozy and warm. I knew we'd have candles almost every night the rest of our lives. I didn't know where the girls had managed to put away all their clothes. When we got the new bed, we got a large dresser with it, and our closet had been cleared of all the clothes we no longer wore, but still, to store the wardrobe of four individuals was quite an undertaking. Closet space was a high priority in the design of our new home.

This first night at home, tired as we were, was very special to us for obvious reasons. No sooner was the door closed, than three females attacked me and started stripping me. Their teasing kisses and nibbles at my flesh as they sensuously removed my clothing had me sporting a full hard-on in very short order. While they removed my clothes, I managed to get some handfuls of luscious woman flesh as well. Diane, directly in front of me, was the closest, and I was able to get her kilt undone and her sweater off before they got me fully nude.

I pulled Diane's nubile body to me and as we kissed, she sucked the breath right out of me. I felt my toes curling. I cupped her hot little bum cheeks and pulled her into me. She rubbed her furry heat against my erection, creating the most wonderful sensations, the hot points of her hard nipples burning two holes in my chest. As we kissed, I felt warm hands caressing me and feathery kisses all over my body. We were both panting heavily as I reluctantly broke from the torrid kiss with my hot little Pixie. I scooped her up like a child and got lost in her beautiful brown eyes smoldering with lust. I felt rather than saw two others gently leading us to the bed.

As I laid her gently on the bed, Diane's hand reached between us and found my hardness, stroking it gently to even greater fullness. She scooted back onto a towel already laid out, her hand still holding my throbbing penis, pulling me to her. She drew her knees up and opened her body to me. She smiled in invitation and begged.

"I've got to have you in me NOW! Don't wait, David, take me! Hurry! It's been too long." Diane had had the least sexual activity with me of the three, deferring to their long abstinence out of love and a sense of fairness, so she was overdue from some good loving.

I crawled up the bed between her outspread thighs and slipped a finger into Diane's sex to prepare her for entry. She was soaking and open already!

"Oh! David! Just put him in! Pussy is starving! I'm so ready! HURRY! It's been so long!" (It was only a couple days, but who's counting?)

I moved forward, positioned, and entered her in one long slow thrust. God! She was tight, hot and wet! She laughed and yelled her satisfaction as she felt my full length penetrate her sopping pussy.

"Oh Yeah! So-o-o-o Goo-ood!! YES!! YES!! YES!! FILL ME UP!!"

Diane's hips thrust at me urgently, her arms wrapping tightly around me, nails digging into my butt, pulling me deeper. She wrapped her legs around mine, locking her heels together, her moist lips kissing all over my face.

Carol and Riekie hovered close on either side kissing us, their hands stroking and massaging our bodies, their feathery touches teasing and encouraging, increasing our stimulation. Carol's hand gently caressed my balls; that touch forcing my hips to thrust harder and deeper into Diane's grasping, clutching sheath. Diane moaned and quivered to Riekie's caresses and teasing of her smoldering flesh. I buried my swollen phallus in her hot snatch until I touched her cervix and felt it nibbling at the tip. I was as deep in my beautiful elfin lover as I'd ever been -- the sensations mind-numbingly exquisite!

I started to move my hips in long slow thrusts, Diane's thrusting back in perfect sync. Our breathing quickly became faster and more laboured as our strokes and thrusts got harder, faster. I felt my pubic bone grinding into her clit as our pelvises ground together. Diane moaned and exclaimed her pleasure.

"Ooooooooo! Mmmmmmmm! YES! Dee-eeper! Faster! YES! YES!"

I grunted in delirium as I pounded harder and faster, Carol's caressing fingers on my overcharged balls sending me into a frenzy of motion. Diane's movements matched mine, stimulated by Riekie's touches and kisses. We fucked and rutted like mindless animals. The bed shook and pounded the wall as we fucked and bucked with total abandon, Diane's yells of encouragement echoing through the room.

"YES! YES! OH GOD!! DAVID! HARDER! HARRRDDERRR!!"

Already at almost peak output, from some unknown reserve I summoned extra energy. My hips thrust and pounded into her with redoubled strength. I felt her building toward her orgasm, Riekie's hand between us tweaking and caressing her nipples and felt my own tumultuous eruption approaching. We rode the crest of a wave ever upward, yelling our passion to each other. I felt it coming. My balls swelled and pulled up closer to my body, Carol's fingers gently squeezing and stimulating me even more than I could imagine.

"OH! Muff-ffin! So Good! So tight! UH! Uh! Uh! YES!"

"YES! YES! DAVID! YES!"

Diane's moans and shrieks became ever more intense and frequent, her hips bucking into me hard and fast. We were a well balanced, finely tuned fucking machine, the passion and intensity building and building for both of us. We rode the crest of the wave until it burst for both at the same time! I felt my balls heave, the blinding pleasure-pain of release behind my eyes almost overwhelming me. I slammed into her as hard and deep as I possibly could in one last powerful thrust as her hips lunged off the bed, driving me deeper than ever. I grunted and hollered.

"UH! UH! UH! MUFF-FF-FFINN!! CUUUMMIIINNNGG!!"

We locked like that as my cock erupted in one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced, squirting five, six times deep into her milking pussy, splashing against her cervix, bathing her gravid womb in spurt after spurt of thick, creamy semen. As I squirted that huge wad of baby butter, her arms and legs locked tightly around me and her pussy muscles spasmed and clutched, stripping every drop of sticky white baby juice from my jerking cock. I felt her scalding fluids splash against my balls. She screamed as only My Girls could.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!!"

erupted from nearby as Carol and Riekie brought themselves off with us.

"YES! YES! OGODOGOD! OOOOOO! YES!!"

"UH! UH! YES! YES! OOOOOOooo!"

In the intensity of the moment, I kept thrusting, my cock deflating only slightly within Diane's clasping vagina, her arms and legs still wrapped tightly, keeping me firmly embedded. We slowed a little, catching our breath. Her hips pumped gently back at me. As we exchanged a deep, tongue sucking lovers' kiss, we both felt it as my cock regained full hardness. We often had two, and sometimes three quick sessions, but rarely as a direct continuation from one to the next.

We heard gasps and moans on either side of us, the bed shaking more than from just us. Carol and Riekie's hands were still busy on their own bodies, twisting and pulling their nipples, fingers buried and working in hungry pussies. We glanced at them as they watched us intently. Still moving and convulsing from their own orgasms, fingers still strumming their nipples and clits, they squirmed close to us and we exchanged a sensual four-way kiss.

Each wife, now close to us, their hot flesh searing ours, we were all soon climbing toward another huge climax. We weren't as urgent in our need at first, but we quickly built toward another frenzy of frantic physical joining, bodies heaving, hips thrusting, our passion making loud wet slurping sounds as we rutted in the debris of our first mind-rending mutual orgasm. We kissed and nibbled at each other's faces, tasting the sweat of our labour.

The pace quickly increased, my hips thrust hard against Diane's, my cock driving, pistoning, in and out, pounding her hips into the bed. She fucked back just as hard, her vaginal muscles flexing rhythmically, fucking my penis from the inside. Her yells and grunts rang loud again in my ears.

"YE-ES! OGODOGODOGOD!! YE-ESS! MORE! OGODOGOD!! UH! UH! UH!!"

Carol and Riekie gasped and grunted beside us, their bodies thrashing as they fingered themselves to another earth-shattering orgasm.

The peak came all too soon. I felt Diane tensing and building under me as my own tumultuous release approached. We rutted and bucked, climbing, climbing. Diane's head lolled from side to side, her legs dropped from mine to the bed, her heels drumming a tattoo on the mattress. Her hands tightened on my butt, her nails biting into my flesh, pulling me tighter to her spasming womanhood. Our thrusts got faster and harder. I felt the eruption begin as her pussy spasmed and gushed against me.

I thrust hard and deep as she planted her feet and thrust upward into that last deep stroke. We locked in that position, her hips raised from the bed, that tiny body actually holding us both elevated as my cock swelled and spit. I squirted and squirted and squirted some more. I felt my sperm erupting through the end of my penis, spraying deep inside her womb in squirt after squirt of gratification and release in another of the most intense orgasms ever. As I came so fully and wetly, Diane's scream of fulfillment erupted, so forcefully, it ended more as a strangled gurgle.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHGGGHHHggggghhhhhaaahhh!!"

Next to us, Riekie and Carol's own orgasms were almost as intense. Their hips thrashed and pounded as their passion was released. They yelled as they came.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO, YE-E-E-E-E-E-ESSSSS!!!"

"YES! YES! OOOOOOOOOO! GAWD! YES!"

Our motions slowed as our breathing returned to a semblance of normal. Diane's kisses of endearment were all over me: eyes, ears, tip of my nose. Beside us, Carol and Riekie also slowly wound down, hips gently pumping. They turned their eyes, shining with love toward us. Her body still quaking occasionally, Riekie gasped.

"Th-that... w-was... t-totally... m-mind b-blowing! Y-you... guys... are... H-HOT! M-muffin... th-that's... the... f-first... time... I've... s-seen you go! G-goddamn Girl! Y-you go!"

Carol giggled, "Y-Yeah, M-Muffin! Y-You go G-Girl! You go!"

As my sated pecker softened within Diane's saturated pussy, we rolled to our sides, still coupled. Carol and Riekie regained some composure, and sprawled across us, kissing us both tenderly. My penis softened completely, fully satisfied, and slipped out of Diane's overflowing pussy with a soft wet slurp. The four of us lay in a tangle of arms, legs and bodies, basking in that soft post-coital afterglow that true lovers enjoy, gently kissing and caressing... 

As we slowly regained awareness of the world around us, we heard a rhythmic thumping and squeak of bed springs from across the hall gaining in intensity and frequency. We heard voices rising, encouraging each other. Soon the whole house reverberated to an earsplitting scream of release. It was safe to assume Paul and his wives were having their own fun. Newlyweds!

I rolled to my back, holding my wives in my arms. Diane snuggled in close, happy and sated. I swore Pussy was purring. Carol and Riekie recuperated more quickly and were soon busy working between Diane's thighs, lapping up the spilled and leaking juices of our steamy lovemaking. Their gentle attention to Diane's well-fucked pussy brought her to several small orgasms that seemed to re-energize her.

Revitalized, all my wives devoted their attention to my sated member, gently licking and cleaning Diane's and my combined juices away. Their ministry to my member had the desired affect as it slowly started to rise from its nest. Diane was on her hands and knees, her pretty pussy facing me. Even after the girls' careful cleaning, her lips were still fully parted, the inner ones engorged and blossomed like an exotic flower. A white trickle still oozed from her opening. Riekie's sweet pussy also faced me, gaping from her own stimulation earlier her juices still flowing wetly down her inner thighs. The sight and delightful aroma of all this aroused feminine pulchritude caused still more stir in my groin, as my penis reared up to its former glory. It never ceased to amaze me how these delicious wood nymphs could restore me so quickly. Carol was the first to comment on my phallic resurrection.

"Muffin! Princess! Look! Rascal, our Sweet Prince wants to play again!"

Diane, much to all our astonishment, and stealing Riekie's show, showed us her own little girl character. I found this to be an incredible turn-on, stimulating my now fully erect penis to stretch and swell even harder.

"Mis-sus Lloyd! Ras-cal wants to play with you, I think. U-huh! He filled Pus-sy all up with Prec-ious Stuff! He made a aw-ful mess in her, doncha think? I think he wants to feed Mis-sus Pus-sy now and ma-ake a bi-ig mess in her, too! Is Mis-sus. Pus-sy hun-gry?"

They all giggled like schoolgirls.

Carol answered ruefully. "Mrs. Pussy is so-o hungry! She thinks we're starving her on purpose! I don't think that greedy creature Pussy left her a decent drink, let alone a full meal! Poor thing, she's gonna die of starvation!"

Not to be outdone, and blowing me away completely, Riekie's little girl piped up and bragged. "I can fix that! I'll give Ras-cal Swee-eet Prince a big pe-ople kiss and make him all-ll bet-ter! Yup! I will!"

On that note, Riekie proceeded to treat me to one of her expert blow jobs, working me up then backing me off several times, so that I was ready to blow. She wouldn't let me come, though, to the point my balls almost ached with need. While she performed this magnificent service, Carol and Diane traded places, cupped my sac and licked it, further stimulating me. By the time I was declared fit for service, I was as ragingly hard and ready as when Diane and I started. While they were busy getting their friend ready, I pulled Carol's sweet butt over to my face and gave her delicious pussy a severe tongue lashing. She had already come at least once loudly and was wetter than I could suck up when Riekie declared.

"Th-ere! Swee-eet Prince is all bet-ter now!"

Carol didn't waste any time. She pulled away from my disappointed mouth, pivoted around grasping my penis, and mounted me in one of her favourite positions. She swung her legs over my hips and raised herself up to clear the tip. Diane reached between us, took my rampant boner in hand and positioned it, as Carol let herself down onto my cock in one smooth movement. I felt myself penetrate deeply into her, feeling her cervix nibble at the tip. Despite her huge orgasms, she was still tight and hot, her juices flowing already and spilling onto my balls. She yelled her appreciation.

"OH YEAH! Rascal, you Sweet Prince! Mrs. Pussy is so-o-o FULL! YE-ESS! FEED HERRR!!!"

I swore I heard a loud male groan of 'Oh, no! Not Again?' from across the hall.

Carol moved her hips, gyrating and pumping. Her well-trained pussy muscles clasped and milked my pecker, stimulating me beyond belief. As usual, she made me lie still and watch while she did all the work. Wildly in heat, she ground and pumped, moving with an incredible frenzy, Riekie's hands and mouth busy on my balls. I felt her wet tongue licking me on every upstroke Carol made, cleaning Carol's juices as they flowed. As she wantonly bounced and fucked, Diane played with her breasts, brushing my hands away whenever I tried to reach for those succulent cones. She commanded. "Mine! Watch! Watch how Mrs. Pussy gets her supper!"

I stared as Carol rode, my cock appearing and disappearing rhythmically, the view just adding to my stimulation. My hips started to thrust upward to meet her. We pounded and rutted at each other in total abandon. Diane played and tweaked Carol's nipples, not allowing me access, but I was permitted to stroke her thighs, caress her swollen tummy and play in her furry mons. My thumb strummed and teased her clitty as she climbed inexorably toward her climax. She was so excited she didn't last long, carrying me to the pinnacle with her. Carol yelled her delight at the top of her lungs in total wanton abandon.

"OH! YES! YES! OGODOGODOGOD!! FEEEE-EED MISS PUSSY! FEED HERRRR! YES! YES! YES!'

We rutted and fucked, her beautiful body pounding down onto mine. Our motions became so violent, Riekie was forced to abandon her cleaning job on our genitals. I rolled my head to the side and I watched in wonder as Riekie busily gave herself a hand job, eyes completely focused on Carol and me as we bucked and pumped. I reached out a hand. She took it and held it, squeezing. Her passion soon started to overwhelm her though, and she released it. Diane had a hand busy in her own sopping snatch as she continued to tweak and pinch Carol's nipples with her free hand. Meanwhile Carol neared the peak as I felt my own nearing.

The bed rocked and thumped from our mutual thrusting. I felt her thighs tense, her pussy muscles rhythmically milking my raging penis. She started humping and bouncing faster and faster. I matched her stroke for stroke. I felt my balls lift and swell. My throbbing penis swelled even harder. I felt that old familiar sweet pain of bursting as my sperm started to erupt. Carol's back arched, she threw her head back, her convulsing pussy clamped down hard on my cock, her thighs clenching on mine. Her whole body shook and quaked in a massive convulsion as my cock surged and erupted spitting four, five, six, wet bursts of thick, creamy baby juice deep into her gravid womb, splashing and soaking. Head thrown back in the throes of an absolutely massive orgasm, Carol howled in joy and fulfillment.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!"

Her body still wracked by convulsions, her hips jerking, internal muscles clasping and milking, sucking up the last of my spend, Carol collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight while the spasms subsided. As she settled down and her breathing became more regular, her hips continued to pump gently, keeping my penis inside her. It hardly deflated at all, those fantastic pussy muscles massaging and keeping it semi erect.

I glanced first at Diane, then Riekie. They had come hard and noisily with us, but hardly heard above Carol's window rattling howl.

Carol's hips continued to pump against me, her muscles working. I held her tenderly and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Our kiss turned passionate. My penis stiffened; again we both felt it. I started moving beneath her, thrusting easily into her soaking, clutching vagina. Her hips responded, thrusting and grinding back into mine. She stayed in my arms and kissed me hotly as I fucked up into her, our combined juices leaking and spilling over my sac. We humped easily at each other as our passion rose. Soon I was thrusting hard into her, her hips matching mine with perfect, natural timing.

We scaled the mountain, reaching the summit together, our gasps and moans echoing off the walls. I felt her vagina tighten and the muscles start to contract tightly on my raging member. My balls tightened and heaved, coughing up another generous serving of wet, sticky sperm. She raised herself on her elbows, taking some weight off my chest. As the final massive convulsion wracked us, I thrust hard into her; her hips thrust forward and down. Hot, wet, creamy baby juice squirted deeply into her sopping pussy and overflowed around the base of my pulsing penis. Carol screamed but it trailed off as she collapsed onto me in a faint.

"DAAAaaaavvviiiiiiid..."

Riekie and Diane collapsed onto the bed on either side succumbing to yet another massive self-induced orgasm then giggled in happiness. As I cuddled Carol into my arms, bearing her weight easily, there were more noises from across the hall. We heard a bed being used hard, springs squalling in protest and a female voice yelling.

"Come on Paul! Just a little more! YES! YES!"

There were more noises, increasing in tempo and forcefulness, then a very satisfied scream of fulfillment. Pie and Jo were definitely maintaining their membership in the well-fucked woman club this night!

Carol recovered from her faint and kissed me sweetly. In a parody of Riekie's little girl, she declaimed.

"Mrs. Pus-sy isn't hun-gry an-y more. She's all filled up. Yup! Ras-cal fil-led her with all his Pres-cious Stuff! Uhuh!"

Riekie and Diane giggled at her, their laughter gradually ran down, and they crawled over and cuddled up to us. As I held Carol close on top of me, Riekie and Diane pulled the covers over us. We shared tender kisses all around and we fell fast asleep, Rascal, their Sweet Prince still buried in Mrs. Pussy as that furry little creature happily nibbled at her feast. I thought I could almost hear her purr.



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Chapter 89


After a furious and mind-numbing round of lovemaking celebrating our homecoming, Carol, Riekie, Diane, and I slept soundly. A couple hours later maybe, I awoke to feel something warm and wet surrounding my penis. I looked down in the faint light of the candles to see three shapes under the covers, centred on my groin. Refreshed after the respite, that appendage soon grew to full, insistent hardness, demanding release. Apparently satisfied at what they had accomplished, the shapes turned and moved toward my face. Three beautiful smiling faces appeared from under the covers. As she crawled back up on my right in the 'cuddle spot', Riekie's hot hand found my throbbing erection and stroked me gently, bringing me to even greater hardness. I smelled her sweet perfume and understood why I was so insatiable this night.

She snuggled close and whispered sexily in my ear. "My turn. Do me slow the way I like it."

Carol and Diane moved up beside us and sat up side by side to watch, arms around each other, their free hands playing idly in their pussies.

I rolled to face Riekie. We kissed tenderly and long. Her hot pussy ground gently against my fresh erection. I put my hand between us and slipped a finger into her cleft. She was sopping wet and more than ready. I worked her clitty with my finger, causing her hips to lurch and pump more eagerly. She moaned into my mouth. We separated from our long kiss, gasping for air. She whispered urgently.

"I want you in me now! Hurry! Please!"

I rolled her onto her back. She opened her thighs wide as I mounted between them. She drew her knees up and spread them fully, lifting her hips opening herself in full invitation. Kissing her deeply, I lowered my hips to meet hers. Her up-thrust opening welcomed my throbbing penis eagerly. I entered her tight, hot sheath in one long slow push. Still almost virgin tight, her small opening grasped and flexed around my invading member.

I pushed into her until I felt our hair meet and entwine. Her cervix opened and welcomed me deeper, seeming to nibble at the tip of my penis. I paused, letting her savor her fullness. We looked into each other's eyes, shining and joyful. As I bottomed, she squealed in delight.

"EEEE! That feels so-o-o-o-o good! So full! I love when you do me like this, David! Oh God! I love you so much!"

I knew when this wonderful creature said she loved me it was with all being and I couldn't get enough of hearing her say it. She warmed the very cockles of my soul when she said it to me.

"I love you too, My Princess."

From the peanut gallery I heard someone whisper. "Ooooo! That's so sweet!"

I began a long slow, easy stroking of her hot, tight tunnel. Her hips writhed and churned under me, legs wrapped snuggly around mine, heels locked together. Her hands resting lightly on my shoulders, those gorgeous blue eyes gazed into mine as we loved each other. Carol and Diane, alike in many ways, both enjoyed long slow lovemaking too, but usually preferred it fast and furious. Riekie enjoyed it either way equally but rarely offered to ride like a wild cowgirl like the others, unless doing a threesome where someone rode my face while she rode my cock. Even then, Riekie's ride was a more gentle one.

My long, full-length strokes brought me almost out of her then I slid all in the way to full depth in the kind of lovemaking where the lovers can actually talk. Riekie giggled, causing those fantastic muscles of hers to do exciting things to my penis.

"What's so funny, Princess?" I enquired.

"Just remembering another magical night almost like this one, when we were making love just like this, and Carol Anne got old Clyde howling. Then I got him going too. When she howled earlier, I broke up remembering it. Muffin wasn't here for that, but she laughed this time, too."

She giggled harder at the memory. What her internal muscles did to me as she giggled almost had me howling. I heard corresponding giggles from my right as Carol and Diane listened in.

"I wondered what you two were laughing so hard about. Shit! I should have remembered myself! O-oh! You keep that up and I'll be howling myself! Mmm-mmm! What you can do with those muscles in there is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!"

"You mean like this?'

"Jee-zz-us H. Christ Woman! What'd you just do? WOW! That was divine!" She'd done one of her amazing muscle contractions that just about made me come right then, literally fucking me from the inside. Those talented muscles massaged and stroked my penis like she would with her hand and mouth.

Taking that marvelous muscle action as a hint I increased the pace. From those long, slow, full length thrusts I began pounding into her with short, hard, fast, piston strokes. Riekie pumped back at me in perfect sync, her arms tightly wrapped about my neck, her legs pulling me in deeper. Remembering old Clyde howling, she now wanted it hard and fast. Her demands got louder as she hollered and begged.

"OH SHIT! DO ME HARD, DAVID! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YE-ES! OH! HARDER! DEEEPPERRR!"

I poked and prodded harder and deeper as demanded, her hips heaving back into me, our pubic bones grinding together. Her clit was mashed almost unmercifully between us, sending spasms and convulsions rocketing through her frame. Riekie's body shook and spasmed in orgasm, her hips launching off the bed as she bucked and came hard, yelling.

"OGODOGODOGODOGOD!! OH SHIT!"

I kept driving into her, pistoning and pounding, the bed banging and thumping the wall, springs squeaking in protest. At this rate, this new bed wasn't going to last. Her body spasmed and writhed under me. Riekie's legs fell back onto the bed, her heels thumping out a tatoo. I drove into her hot clutching depths faster and faster. The rhythm of her hips matched mine perfectly.

We caught a skyrocket into the night sky, fucking and rutting to the top of its flashing arc. We reached there together, coming like an exploding starshell, fireworks blinding in the night. My balls erupted explosively, squirting gob after gob after gob of thick creamy white baby juice deep into her womb. Her heels hit the bed spastically, her hips lifted hard into mine. We locked together in one final massive lunge as I powered my cock deep and hard into her clutching, squeezing tunnel. She wanted to do it again, so she did -- she howled and howled!

"AAAARRRROOOOoooo!!!

"AAIIIEE! AAAARRRROOOOooo!!!"

Carol and Diane, watching us, just couldn't resist, throwing their heads back and howling with her!

"YIP! YIP! AAAARRRROOOOoooo!!"

"AI! AI! AAAARRRROOOOoooo!!"

I should have expected something of the sort from that pair, but their racket was so close and I was so distracted by Riekie it scared the living shit out of me! Their howls were getting so realistic I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I heard a masculine voice of complaint from across the hall.

"Goddess!! What was that!!"

Then a softer female voice. "Oh Paul! Make us howl, too!"

As I collected my wits, Riekie and I wound ourselves down from our explosive high. I rolled to my right side, carrying her with me, still coupled, sandwiching me between her and Carol. As I rolled, Carol and Diane flopped onto the bed, holding each other. They wiggled closer, Carol snuggling her back into mine, her arms around Diane. I felt Carol's hot body shaking and heard the two of them laughing hysterically. Eventually they regained their control and leaned over me. Still laughing, Carol could hardly speak.

"Th-that w-was p-priceless! Poor Paul! Wonder what he's gonna feel like in the morning? God! Who'da thought we could still have so much fun! I love you guys so much!"

Carol and Diane kissed us both tenderly, declared their love and cuddled back together. Carol snuggled her back into mine again, as she and Diane settled into each other's embrace. Soon we heard the gentle sound of their breathing as they slept. Riekie snuggled up to my front, my penis still snugly entrapped, her talented muscles still massaging, almost sucking on it. We kissed tenderly, holding each other close as we drifted off to the sound of another bed being sorely abused. As I passed from consciousness, I vaguely heard a woman scream.

I awoke just at daybreak with my usual morning woody, Carol's warm back still pressed tightly to mine as she and Diane slept in a tight embrace reminiscent of K.P. and D.J. Riekie was cuddled up tight in my arms, my woody snuggly and exquisitely encased in her luscious, very hot little snatch. As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into those big blue orbs of hers and what can only be described as a shit-eating grin plastered to her beautiful features. Moving her hips suggestively, setting off some amazing sensations in my groin, she giggled happily.

"This is the nicest way to wake up ever! I've always wanted to wake up like this EVERY morning! Sweet Pussy just loves sleeping with Sweet Prince all nicely plugged in ready to scratch her morning itch! Oh! I love it so! God! I can't just get enough of you! I think Tante Pie and Tante Jo are up. I heard them giggling as they took a bath and then go downstairs a few minutes ago."

I took a deep breath and smelled fresh coffee.

I pecked her on her pert nose. "And just how long have you been awake, My Love?"

She returned the peck. "Oh, not long. I was just enjoying the feeling of you inside me. I didn't want to disturb you, you were sleeping so nicely. Now that you're awake, though, that's a different story."

She moved her hips and worked those fabulous muscles, definitely getting my attention and that of her deliciously trapped friend. I rolled her onto her back, remaining fully sheathed in her hot, clutching tunnel. As we rolled, our lips joined in a passionate kiss that as usual left us breathless. Riekie was extremely wet and more than ready. I made two long slow full-length strokes then started humping furiously. Riekie was eager for some hot, fast fucking and she bucked right back, legs and arms wrapped tightly around me. She hollered her appreciation.

"SHIT! YES! YES! YES! OH-OH! SCRATCH SWEET PUSSY'S ITCH!"

The sudden noise and activity startled Carol awake. She jumped, rolled toward us and saw the ruckus. She smiled sweetly at us. "Don't you two ever quit? It's getting harder and harder to get any sleep around you."

Diane, disturbed by the motion of the bed, and the sudden loss of Carol's warmth groaned sleepily. "Uuunnn! Whaa? Whazhappnin?" She raised her head and looked over Carol. "Oh. Izzat all?" She reached her arms to Carol. "C'mon back an' keep me warm, Honey."

Carol grinned and snuggled back into Diane. They kissed sweetly and they drifted back into sleep.

Riekie and I were too involved with each other to reply. We fucked and rutted like we only had today, and in today we only had this moment. Our hips bounced and pumped into each other. My cock pistoned into her welcoming pussy. She wailed and yelled her enthusiasm, her hips meeting my every thrust. Too soon we were there. I felt her body tense, her internal muscles pulsating, fucking at my driving cock from inside as she cried out.

"DAVID! OGOD! OGOD! YES! YES! UH! UH! IT'S CLOSE! YES! OGOD!"

Her juices saturated my crotch, soaking my pubic hair. My balls started to tighten and lift into the base of my plunging rod. I lunged into her hard. Once! Twice! Three times! My balls swelled and erupted as I slammed into her hot, sodden pussy one last time then held as hot, sticky baby batter squirted and squirted and squirted deep inside Riekie's convulsing womb. It felt like I squirted a half-gallon or more -- it never seemed to end. She came in a rush with me, her body convulsed by an enormous orgasmic spasm lunging upward, holding me deep as those magnificent muscles sucked my balls dry. Her arms held tight, her legs dropping to the bed, heels drumming and thumping on the mattress. And she screamed.

"DAAAAVVVVIIIIDDD!!"

We wound down slowly. It might be just another morning quickie, but was still an incredibly intense experience. Diane had tried to go back to sleep, but our rutting got her going too. As Riekie and I collapsed, I rolled off her, my still hard cock withdrawing with a sucking sound. She whined at the sudden absence.

"Nnnnnhhh! Not yet!"

Diane, awake again, saw I was still hard (morning woody, after all). As soon as I was on my back, she clambered over a sleeping Carol who didn't seem to be disturbed this time, climbed on top of me and promptly impaled herself, sliding down onto my still erect member with a shout of glee.

"OH! FUCK! YE-ESS! OOOO!"

At once, Diane started moving hard and fast, her hips gyrating and churning. She wanted satisfaction and she wanted it NOW! Despite having just pumped what felt like a half gallon into her cousin-wife, my pecker was still ragingly hard. I started thrusting and pumping up into her, meeting her motion in perfect harmony. Again, too soon, we felt the rise to mutual release. Diane pumped harder and faster, her hands busy with her nipples. My hips lurched off the bed, lifting her. My balls exploded in a giant release as I shot several heavy gobs of thick, creamy man sauce deep into her clasping sheath, splashing against her cervix. Her thighs clamped down hard on me, the internal muscles gripping my prick in a hot wet vice, and she screamed.

"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!"

I heard the sound of breaking glass from downstairs, then two sets of footsteps charging up the stairs and down the hall. A door slammed, and a masculine voice exulted. "'Bout time you got here!"

Diane collapsed onto my chest, almost instantly asleep. Riekie curled into my side, soon fast asleep again as well. Not wanting to disturb the brown eyed pixie sleeping on my chest with my still almost hard penis buried in her, I drifted off too, to the tune of that other bed rhythmically squeaking.

I woke up again sometime later with a painful piss hard-on and a bladder demanding immediate relief. Diane had managed to roll off me and was curled contentedly into my side sleeping peacefully, a happy smile gracing her elfin face. Poor Carol had been pushed to the outside, but spooned warmly into Diane. Riekie was warmly snuggled up, sleeping with that contented smile on the other side, a vision of loveliness, her soft blonde hair tussled from our wild night. I tried to get up without disturbing my wives, but to no avail -- they groaned as one person and opened their eyes. Then in empathic synchronicity:

"Awww!..."

"We were so comfy!..."

"Where ya goin' Honey?"

Me, tersely: "Gotta pee."

The surround sound effect as all three spoke: "Me, too!"

Riekie checked the bedside clock. "We should get up now. Eeeww! The bed is all soaked, and look at me! What a mess!"

She spun around and spread so we could see what she was talking about, presenting an image of a well-fucked woman. Her gorgeous blonde pussy hair was matted with come and her thighs glistened with our fluids. A trickle of thick white goo seeped from her still open hole. Diane and Carol both, upon inspection, were in a similar, maybe even messier state. Inordinately pleased with myself for contributing to this mess, I thought their appearance was highly erotic and said so. My own groin was a matted mess too.

The bed was a total wreck -- their towels completely soaked, and somewhere in our wild rutting during the night they'd got bunched and shifted, so the bottom sheet was soaked too, proving again the wisdom of the plastic mattress cover. Returning to sleep on a cold wet sheet on plastic didn't appeal to any of us so we struggled from our bed. For all the frenetic activity of the night, although sated, I felt wonderfully invigorated. As we hit the floor, three beautiful nudes stepped to me in turn to plant soul-ravaging tongue-suck good morning kisses on me, leaving me almost in a trance.

"God! I love you girls! I can't even begin to describe how much I love each of you and all of you! We all need a shower. Then some breakfast. I'm starved!"

Three sweet voices in that eerie surround sound replied. "We love you, David!" I wondered at the empathic bond developing among them — it was as though they were becoming one person in three bodies. They'd even started completing each other's sentences and thoughts the way the twins sometimes did.

I followed three sexy derrières as they tic-toc'd before me into our private bath. Because of the extra pressure on her bladder caused by her pregnancy, Carol claimed dibs on the toilet as Diane started the shower. Riekie and I brushed our teeth while Carol relieved herself. Teeth brushed, and Carol finished, I stepped up to the stool to pass my water.

Aiming a full blown piss hard-on that insists on contemplating something on the ceiling, refusing to bend cooperatively, and getting the flow started is not that easy most mornings. With three hot hands trying to help, matters got worse. This had become our morning ritual for a week, but somehow today, with their hot hands on me, peeing became almost impossible. Three beautiful, naked nymphets holding and aiming my penis, I finally managed to relax enough to do the job. Once more they were a little disappointed that the erection seemed to follow the urine down the drain, accompanied by giggling and laughing as we managed to get my bladder finally emptied.

When all the tom-foolery over relieving my overfull bladder was done, and the other two girls had each relieved themselves, we were more than ready to get cleaned up. We stepped into a shower better suited for two or three people than four, but even so, we had a wonderful, if somewhat crowded four-way shower. We fooled around a bit, but mostly just tickled and played, splashing water like kids.

I did get a mouthful of each of those delectable breasts, and got each of the girls off once while washing their pretty pussies. Three sets of warm soft hands and three warm mouths made sure Rascal, their Sweet Prince was totally spotless. Despite all this attention, he stayed dormant. My cock felt pretty used up, and they complained of a slight soreness. I couldn't imagine why!

The girls usually washed their own hair, but today I did it for each of them. Their hair was so thick and luxuriant, I just had to get my hands in it, and the scalp massage had them simpering. The warm shower felt good to our bodies and we just enjoyed it, relaxing under the warm spray until the water cooled off.

Stepping out of the shower was fun. I got out first and again fulfilled one of my favourite fantasies, when each nymph, squeaky clean from head to toe, stepped into a waiting towel for me to dry them. That particular fantasy isn't so much erotic as it is warm and fuzzy, indicating love and warmth, especially if the love object is pregnant. As I dried each of my lovelies, paying special attention to their more sensitive areas, we exchanged tender kisses. We finished our morning toilette which this morning meant some time with the hair dryers as well. We cleaned up the mess we'd made of the bathroom, returned to our room, and dressed as we prepared to meet our first full day home.

Amazingly, we weren't swarmed by kids this morning. As we left our room, I paused to knock on Paul's door. "Paul?"

"Yes?" He sounded more chipper than his complaints during the night should indicate.

"Our shower is free now. We'll be using the other bathroom for the kids. OK?"

"Thanks, David. We're getting up now. Jo says the coffee is already made."

"Ok, some of us will start breakfast."

I rejoined my wives as they stood in the doorway of the kids' room. I slid in behind them, slipping my arms around Riekie. I kissed the top of her pretty blonde head and took a breath of her wonderful scent. "Mmmm! I thought you girls didn't wear scents. I love the smell of your perfume today. What're we looking at?"

Riekie pressed back into me. "Look at them. Did you ever see anything so adorable? Thank you for the compliment, but you're right, I don't use perfume."

"Oh. Well, whatever, you smell absolutely delicious." The kids were still sleeping, all four of them in a tangled heap with Ahab somewhere in the middle. It didn't look all that comfortable, but the expression of total contentment on their angelic faces told a different story. Diane and Riekie broke from our reverie of watching the sleeping children, moved into the room, and started to gently awaken them.

Carol took me by the arm. 'C'mon, husband of ours, you and I'll get breakfast started while Muffin and Princess look after the Munchkins." We were half way down the stairs when we heard the sound of four happy little girls chattering away to their mothers as they were led to their bath. I wondered if the tub was big enough to hold all of them, because if they slept like that, I felt confident they would want to bathe together, including Rhiannon, despite her having recently started doing her own morning toilette.

As we entered the kitchen, the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee was stronger. I discovered we had a new coffee maker, one of those big urn types, a good idea with all the adults living here now. Carol turned to me and after a quick hug and sweet kiss, said, "I heard you tell Princess you liked her perfume. We've got to keep some fresh air in here all the time now. You know what that perfume is, don't you?"

I got a couple mugs down and poured us each a coffee. I laughed, "Yup! But I'm not afraid of it now that we know how simple it is to prevent an overdose, and with another man in the house, especially one of the Old Blood, we have to exercise all the cautions. I was pretty sure that's what I smelled, but I had to ask Princess to verify she wasn't wearing artificial scents -- some of them are very subtle. I thought she was starting to get close to her time. Our last lovemaking was very intense. I didn't ride the comet, but I saw fireworks, and to me that meant we're getting close. All of us were incredibly intense last night right from the get-go, and I wondered then if Riekie wasn't producing those pheromones."

Carol giggled, "Well at least now we know what to expect. What do we do now?"

I slipped my arm around her waist. "What did you and I do in September?"

"We made love whenever we felt the need."

"Exactly. So now Princess and I will be doing the same. As First Wife, can you arrange to have her sleep next to me tonight? I know the 'cuddle spot' is out, but will Muffin give up her spot on the other side, especially after the false alarm on the way home? For the next couple days, Princess and I are probably going to be almost exclusive in our lovemaking, although if the pheromones work as well as they did last night, you and Muffin could be beneficiaries of that. <Leer> Can you and Muffin handle that?"

Carol busied herself getting out the breakfast makings. Even after twenty years, she knew our kitchen layout (Mom's system had worked well, and Diane and I had never seen the need to change it.). "David! Of course we can handle it! Remember the sacrifice Muffin made for me when she didn't even know me? Princess is our wife, too, and we want her to make a baby almost as much as she does. I don't have to put on my First Wife hat to get Muffin to relinquish her spot in bed tonight. It didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated that you paid Muffin a little extra attention last night."

Chastened, I had another question. "I understand. Speaking of First Wife, have you guys made a decision on that yet? I haven't heard a word since Christmas Day."

Between trips to the fridge, Carol replied, "Yes we have. I'm First Wife until the end of March. We'll have another meeting then, and decide if the girls want to leave it that way permanently, or try one of them."

"Can your simple-minded husband ask why, not that I disagree — I'm simply curious."

She laughed, "I wanted Princess, based on her professional background, or Muffin because she's the legal wife, but they said they wanted me to do it first because I was actually first, and never really got the chance to do it before, and because it went along with what Mom suggested. I was outnumbered two to one, so like it or not, you're stuck with me as first Wife until the end of March at least."

"I like their reasoning. So, First Wife, have you also decided what to do about the private time issue?"

"Yes, we have. We were going to surprise you with it, but the Goddess has her own plan it seems. We decided, over her objections, that Princess would start. We were going to begin tomorrow, the twentieth anniversary of her first private time even though it's not a weekend, but now I'm wondering if we shouldn't start today."

"No, I think you should stick to your original plan. Pardon the crudity, but Princess is just starting to come into 'heat'. Remember, it took a couple days for you to hit your peak with quite an intense buildup. I realize now the same happened with Muffin, but I missed most of it while I was fetching the aunts home. I suspect tomorrow night will be the magic time, and Lord! How fitting that would be to make our baby on such a special night for both of us! Carol Anne, you and Muffin are geniuses! Tonight is New Year's Eve and I think we should spend it together, even if Princess and I do monopolize the lovemaking."

Carol sighed wistfully. "Yeah... We never thought about her making her baby, but we knew the importance of that anniversary. That's why we picked it. It'll help mark the beginning of our new life, just like it did the last time. The only problem we have now is finding someplace for you two to have your private time. There're too many people in the house right now, with no other bedroom for Muffin and me to move into for a night, and with the kids' toys all in there, there's no way you'll get any privacy in the living room."

Just as Carol said that, Paul and his wives appeared, Paul looking fit and rested despite being kept 'up' all night. <grin> It hadn't been that long since I called them, so they must have had a quick shower indeed. I had expected Riekie and Diane to be down with the kids first, but then, with four of them, the kids would play in the bath for a while yet. They must have heard what Carol said, because after we'd all had a morning hug, Pie asked, "Why do you and Muffin need a separate bedroom, Carol Anne?"

Jo got coffees for the three of them then she and Pie set to helping Carol prepare breakfast and Paul joined me at the table. Watching them work with Carol was like observing a well-choreographed dance. I'd always thought it was something peculiar to the Koorstis women, but having witnessed Karen blend in so well with My Girls (My Girls!) I thought it might have more to do with being Princesses of the Old Blood. Regardless, the kitchen soon filled with my favourite mixture of food aromas — toast, bacon, and coffee.

Carol explained our 'private time' concept and that tomorrow we were restarting the tradition with Riekie because of its significance as an anniversary. The Koorstis's understood immediately, and really liked the idea. Pie laughed and said, "Ah so! It is us being here, using the extra room that causes a problem."

I was afraid she might think they were no longer welcome. "Oh, c'mon Pie! You're not the problem! We just realized our house isn't big enough sooner than we expected. We knew it wasn't going to be anyway, and we've already decided to build a new one that will be. My God, by this time next year we're going to have a minimum of seven kids plus four adults living here. We'll be tripping over each other, let alone have room for guests. I hope we can get it finished in time for next Christmas."

Paul spoke up, "Well, a new house might be fine for next year, but that doesn't help now. What does help is that Don and Lori already thought of the possibility of overcrowding, and invited us to stay with them once you got settled in. It appears you have, you don't need us as baby sitters now, and we'd like to be able to spend some time with them. We can go there anytime as long as we let them know in advance. I'll call Don right now."

Paul stepped to the phone, called Dad and explained the situation. I heard Dad's amused laugh. Very aware of our private time from before, he'd always endorsed it. After talking for a few minutes Paul said, "Hang on, I'll ask." He covered the phone and said to Carol. "They have a spare bedroom we can use indefinitely, but it isn't furnished yet. Can we borrow that bedroom set of yours stored there?"

Carol laughed, "Sure, it belonged to Oma originally. I'd much rather see it used than collecting dust. I didn't bring any linens though -- we left all that behind because it belonged to the house."

Paul went back to Dad on the phone and told him they could use the furniture. He arranged with Dad and me to set it up as soon as we got back from returning the van and trailer. I suggested we take long enough while we were in the city to pick up a couple sets of linen. Paul finished his conversation with Dad just as Diane and Riekie came downstairs with the children and an armload of linen from our bed that needed to be laundered.

The kids swarmed all over me for good morning hugs and kisses then descended upon Mommy Carol, the Oma's and Paul. Such a happy, chattering bunch of little magpies there never was! We finally got them settled down at their own table and got them their juice. Diane and Riekie wanted to help with breakfast, but the other three had it under control. They were told to get a coffee and sit down because they'd done their share that morning getting the kids up, bathed and dressed.

D.J. came over and climbed on my knee. "Daddy is this our home now? Do we really live here now?"

I laughed. "Yes, Sweetheart this is where we live. Maybe by your next birthday we'll have a new, bigger house, but it will be right here. Why do you ask, Honey?"

She snuggled close to me. "Goodie. We like it here. This is a happy house, with lots and lots of happy tickle sounds. Mommy is so happy! She was happy at Mommy Carol's house, but she's real happy here. We've nev-ver seen her this happy!"

I pulled her close in a tight hug. Everything was going to be just fine now. Carol and the aunts took our orders for eggs. Soon everyone had a plateful of hot breakfast and our meal became a typical time of family and fellowship with laughter and love. It was so heartwarming to see the happy faces of My Girls once more gracing the halls of the farm, obviously overjoyed that finally they were home.

Because it was New Year's Eve, Paul and I didn't dally over breakfast. We decided to get on our way as quickly as possible to return the van. Many places would close by noon, so we wanted an early start. The aunts wanted to come with us for a number of reasons — they wanted to see Paul's house, they wanted to make sure we got 'decent' coloured linen for their bed, and I think they just wanted to get out of the house. While we'd been away, they had been cooped up as live-in baby sitters except for little trips into town for necessities, so they needed time away.

I wanted to be back as quickly as possible too. We had lots to do before the party tonight. We were on the road well before nine and in the city by a little past nine thirty. It only took a few minutes to drop the van and trailer at the depot and settle the account. From there we made a quick trip to Sears to check out bed linens. The aunts surprised me, and acted like a-typical females in a department store. They bought only what they came for, and were finished in relatively short order, getting three complete sets of King-Size 'Bed in a Bag", and even lucked out on a mattress cover. They also picked up several sets of heavy bath towels to augment Mom's supply.



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Chapter 90


After Sears, we went directly to Paul's house. The aunts got the grand tour, which didn't take long, as it wasn't a very big house. Paul, like them, had left his next-door neighbour a key, and he had checked the house regularly. The heat was on, and the plumbing was fine. When he saw us drive up, the neighbour came over with Paul's accumulated mail. Paul introduced him as Fred Reynolds. Fred was a very nice man who not only seemed thoroughly at ease and comfortable when Paul introduced Pie and Jo as his sister-wives but actually happy for Paul. He said when he was introduced. "I finally get to meet you!"

I asked Paul later about Fred's reaction. He said Fred was his very best friend in the world, whom he'd known since he came to Canada. Paul had actually told him and another good friend at the time, his life story. He said his friends never liked Shirley, and had even tried to discourage Paul from marrying her in the first place, telling him to wait for his wives from Holland. He said the other friend was killed about the time he and Shirley split up. Now those were friends! In a way, I'm glad Paul did connect with Shirley, or I wouldn't have had Diane... 

Fred even watered his plants regularly for him. I thought it odd that a man might have plants, but when I mentioned it, Paul laughed. "Hey! I'm Dutch, remember?"

We would have stayed and visited with Fred a bit, but he was just leaving for his son's, so we didn't hang about. Paul told Fred he'd call him tonight, but Fred said he was going out to the Legion and wouldn't be home, for Paul to call him tomorrow. We left Fred with a 'Happy New Year', and headed back home.

We left Paul's house and headed straight home, returning almost an hour before we had hoped. The aunts enjoyed their outing, but were excited to set up their new bedroom. I had something I wanted to do if there was time. When we got home, I asked Paul if he and Dad could move the furniture by themselves, and if I could borrow his car for an hour. I asked the aunts if they could watch the kids for another hour because I wanted to take my wives with me. They agreed, but told me not to take too long.

Paul handed me the keys to his car as we headed into the house. The girls were in the kitchen preparing things for the party tonight. I asked First Wife if they could break off from what they were doing for a little while to come with me because I needed their input. Carol asked. "What do you need us for, David?"

"Oh, I just want some input on a purchase we need to make. We're home earlier than I expected, so I thought we'd use the extra time to do some special shopping. Shouldn't take us long, but I imagine we should go soon in case they close early today. Can you leave right away?"

The girls, always intrigued by a mystery purchase or surprise shopping, were already moving for their coats. The kids were in the living room picking up their toys to clear space for the party. I told them their mothers and I were going out for a little bit, and to mind for their grandparents while we were gone. After some sloppy kid kisses for all of us, they said they'd be good girls. The four of us piled into Paul's small car, the girls flashing me as they tucked their sexy legs into the vehicle. What a sight to see those three lovelies revealing their charms as they settled into their seats! Riekie, claiming right of 'cuddle spot', rode shotgun while the other two cuddled together in the back seat. There wasn't much of a 'cuddle spot' in the front of Paul's small car -- it had bucket seats.

Then it started.

Riekie: "Where..."

Carol: "Are we..."

Diane: "Going?"

Goose bumps raised on my arms. I'd wondered how long it would be before their empathy deepened. This was going to take some getting used to. "Wait and see, M'ladies, wait and see."

I drove straight to the GM dealer's lot. It wasn't really a secret, but I figured if I'd told them where we were going, there would have been an interminable discussion on colours and models before we left, keeping us late. We could do that on the lot.

As I parked the car, I said. "Ok, My Lovelies, now that I returned the rental, we don't have a vehicle big enough for the whole family. I doubt if we'll get anything today, but I want to have a look at what's available and we need you to select colours and options. We need something as quickly as possible, so even if we have to order it, a day gained is a day gained." I had one question. "Princess, this is going to make a bit of a dent in the chequing account. Are we OK with this?" I knew we had the funds -- I just wanted to make sure they were OK with such a large purchase.

Riekie hugged me tight. "David, that's what the money is for. You could have done this without involving us. We need a car or truck or something, and you're right -- we need it soon. You don't need my permission to spend our money, especially on something so practical."

"Honey, I know I said I accepted the fact of the money, but it's still gonna take some getting used to. I think a purchase as large and important as this needs all our input. So let me rephrase it. Wives, are we all in agreement that we need to buy a vehicle for family use, and is it OK to pay cash for it?"

When they weren't completing each other's sentences, they spoke in surround sound. "Of course, David."

They became totally excited, like teenagers in the mall. As we stepped out of the car, one of the salesmen, whom I knew very well, approached us -- Jim Brown, our friend from the Prom, just the salesman I wanted to see. He wasn't high pressure, and he gave as good a deal as he could, fair and honest. His sales record and his repeat customers were testament to that. As soon as he saw Carol and Riekie, his face lit up like a new sunrise. He stuck out his hand to me and indicated My Girls. "Dave! Where did you find them? Damn, they're looking good!"

The girls blushed as Jim indicated them. I grinned and accepted his hand. "Hi Jim! Oh, they were around."

Carol and Riekie didn't recognize Jim at first, and Diane had never met him, although she'd heard me speak of him. They seemed ill at ease with Jim. Seeing it he laughed. "Now I guess it's my turn not to be recognized. Carol and Riekie Scott, right? You ladies have hardly changed."

The girls blushed and bristled a little at their former name. Carol answered. "We haven't used that name in several years. It's Mrs. Carol and Mrs. Riekie Lloyd now. Who are..." Then recognition. "Jim? Jim Brown?"

It was plain Jim was as enamoured of My Girls now as he ever was. "The same. Jeez, it's been a lot of years, ladies, but you're still the best looking women I've seen around these parts, and who's this other beauty with you? She looks familiar, but I don't think we've met." Jim hadn't twigged to Carol's use and even emphasis of the 'Mrs.' honorific. Knowing him, it would hit him in a few minutes.

Riekie, now she knew to whom she was speaking, introduced Diane. "Jim, this is our cousin-wife, Mrs. Diane Lloyd. Muffin, this is Jim Brown. We went to school with him. He was in Carol Anne's class."

Jim took her hand then a light went on as he recognized her. "Pleased to meet you, Diane. Oh! Now I know why I recognize you -- Dave's wife. We've never met, but I've seen you with him." He looked back to Carol and Riekie. "So, where have you two been? Last I heard, you broke up with Dave and moved away."

Before either could answer, the penny dropped. Jim gasped, his eyes huge as the import of Carol's introductions finally crashed into his consciousness. He stammered. "D-D-Dave! Y-You mean you actually did it? You married both of them? And their cousin?"

The girls tittered in mild embarrassment, and I gave Jim the full bombshell. "Jim, I haven't been quite straight with you. Carol Anne, Riekie, and I were already married that Prom night and had been for almost a year. Those rings you saw were our wedding rings. We just couldn't go public then. The best I could do was tell you they were my fiancées. Then, due to forces beyond our control, later that summer, as you know, shit happened.

"We were separated for almost twenty years, during which time I found and married Diane. The girls lived out West then, biding their time. Somehow we managed to keep the flame alive. We've only just got back together. Carol Anne and I first reconciled in September then Christmas Eve we were all re-united and tied a new knot to include Diane Marie. We're living openly as a family at the farm now and would like our friends to know. You and Julie should come out sometime and meet the whole clan. Then we'll have the time to tell the whole story." The word 'openly' and the invitation for our friends to know wasn't lost on Jim. He would do what had to be done.

Jim and I had become quite good friends, especially during those last years of school, but he had never heard exactly what happened between My Girls and me. Jim was a stalwart, helping me limp through high school with his calm manner, unflagging common sense, and general optimism. I had explained to him our concept of multiple marriage under the Old Ways because of his genuine interest in the subject. Apparently our conversation at the Prom had intrigued him. Telling him we were involved in a four-way multiple came as no surprise to him. The surprise (shock!) was the reconciliation with Carol and Riekie.

Jim grinned hugely, his joy at our reunion palpable. "Hot damn! This is good news indeed! The best I've heard in years! I'm ecstatic for you all! Girls, you don't know how much Dave moped around for years. He looks the happiest I've seen him since that night at the Prom! And you lovely ladies look absolutely radiant! You've made my day!" Jim would have gone on, but he was, above all, a businessman. He saw we were getting a little cold, so he ushered us into the show room to talk business. "Now, much as I'd like to catch up on old times, I know you didn't drop by just to see me. What can I help you with?"

Carol laughed. "David dragged us down here to look at vehicles when we should be home getting ready for our guests tonight."

I told Jim. "We just fetched the whole family home from Calgary in a rented van which I had to return. Now we're looking for a vehicle that will do for all of us. My old pickup is fine for me to run errands and go to work, but isn't up to hauling the family around — the four of us, plus four small children, and three on the way. Carol Anne's due in June with twins and Diane Marie's due in September with one. Riekie may be due somewhere near then, but we're working on that <Grin>. So we need a pretty good size vehicle. Diane doesn't drive, but both Carol Anne and Riekie can handle fairly large vehicles. What do you recommend?"

Jim grinned and glanced at My Wives, "Dave, you're gonna need something approaching a bus, almost, but I may have just the thing you need for now. You can trade up to something bigger later on if you need it. I have a new stretch van we got in on spec with four full size bench seats plus two 'captain's chair' seats in the front and quite a bit of cargo space left over. It's loaded with all the toys -- rear compartment heat, air, tinted windows, four speed automatic, V-8, cruise, power windows and door locks with child-safe features, trim package, trailer package, and anchors for several child seats. And... it's fully prepped and ready to go. If we can come to terms, you could probably have it today. Would you like to look?"

I looked at the wives, who nodded. Jim guided us back to the lot and showed us the van he described. From the outside, it looked nice — utilitarian, but also a little dressy in a deep metallic blue. The carpeted interior was just what we needed with lots of seating and cargo space. The girls were thrilled with it. Jim offered us a test drive without him hanging over our shoulders. We didn't have a lot of time, but decided we should take him up on his offer for a short drive anyway. There was no way we were going to get it if the girls didn't like the way it handled.

Carol got behind the wheel first, and pulled off the lot. She hadn't gone far when she declared it was nicer to drive than the rental, despite being longer, and that she liked it. She pulled over and Riekie drove it back to the lot. Riekie declared it to be OK as well. Back on the lot, they amazed Jim by lifting the hood and examining the engine compartment for ease of service, such as checking the oil and filling washer bottles. (They showed more acumen than many men... ) Diane was satisfied with the interior -- carpeted throughout, amazingly quiet to ride in and the seats were actually comfortable. I told the girls they would be using it far more than me — thus it was mainly their vehicle, and ultimately their decision.

The girls huddled to discuss what they liked and disliked about the vehicle, arrived at a consensus and approached me all smiles. First Wife spoke for them. "We like it David. It appears to be just what we need. The colour's fine, there's enough room and Princess and I both like the way it handles. Muffin says she likes the interior and thinks the carpet will be easier to keep clean than it looks. Your job is to talk Jim into the best cash deal you can. Princess has the cheque book if you need it.

"We talked it over, and while we're here, we want to get a car, too, something the four of us can use if we want to go out for an evening or if we only have to run small errands when you're away with the truck. Princess saw a nice full size Chevy she likes. It's a good car for four adults, and can handle one or two of us with four children. She says it's almost identical to the one she had before, so if it has the same or similar engine and options, we won't have to take it for a test drive. See if you can make a deal with Jim for the van while we check it out. If we like it, we'll let you know."

Well, long story short, when we left the lot an hour later, we owned the blue van, and Jim promised delivery of the car Riekie recommended in a similar colour. After a little haggling for the package deal, we made Jim's sales day and he was walking on air when we closed the deal. I didn't need the cheque book -- my bank card was good for the whole thing after a routine call to the bank for security and ID check. The van was ready to go. A hasty phone call to my insurance agent got both insured, and Jim was able to make it to the vehicle registry to get the van plated. The car had to be prepped, but he promised delivery right after the holiday. The vehicles weren't cheap, but we got a good discount for cash and the package.

Carol insisted she drive the van so she and Diane took off for home, leaving Riekie and me to bring up the rear in Paul's car. I noticed Riekie fidgeting in her seat, and detected a faint trace of her natural perfume. We returned home about an hour and a half after we'd left. I had only expected to shop and possibly order our vehicles, never expecting to close a deal so quickly. The girls were ecstatic I'd even thought of it. Of course, everyone at home had to check out the new van.

While Carol and Diane showed off our acquisition to the rest of the family, Riekie grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the house. Our winter outerwear seemed to teleport of us as she threw her arms around my neck and drew me into a mind-boggling kiss that must have lasted for at least a couple months and inhaled my soul. My body responded with an immediate and very obvious erection against which she rubbed her hot mons very suggestively.

As we separated from the kiss, she looked into my eyes, hers sparkling and flashing with desire. "David, I love you so much! I need you in me right now. Take me upstairs and make love to me -- NOW."

I recognized the urgency in her eyes and plea. "Your wish is my command, M'lady." Kissing her on the tip of her pretty nose and taking her by the hand, we practically ran upstairs to our room.

I barely had the door closed before Riekie was instantly in my arms, pushing me back against it, kissing me with an urgency and passion I'd rarely seen from her. Her body pressed and rubbed against me with an incredible heat, her nipples hard and burning through her sweater. Riekie's molten mons rubbed and ground against me arousing and inflaming my already burgeoning erection, which noble beast reared and strained to be released from the restrictive imprisonment of my pants. She moaned incoherently into my mouth as our tongues parried and thrust in a duel of passion.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmmm."

I lowered my hands to her hot cheeks and felt the extraordinary heat of her flesh through the wool of her kilt. Fingers working, I bunched the material of her kilt, working it up and over the satiny smooth flesh of her marvelous globes. Riekie separated her hips from me slightly so the skirt would rise evenly over her mons. Soon her kilt was raised completely to her waist, and her fiery mons was pressed back into my swollen member, grinding in invitation. I placed my hands on her succulent cheeks and massaged the warm resilient flesh, eliciting even more moans into my mouth as our mouths continued the wet dance of love, tongues entwining, fucking back and forth in her attempt to devour me.

My fingers worked through the crevice of her sweet, warm cheeks to her cleft. Riekie parted her thighs to allow the exploration. Her nether lips parted easily, wet and eager already. I probed into her tight little fuck hole and was rewarded by a gasp into my mouth as her creamy fluid gushed onto my fingers. God she was Hot!

"Aaaahhh!"

Lips still locked to mine, Riekie released her hold on my neck. Her hands dropped between us to the front of my pants, lightly grazing my tumescence through the material, teasing me to even greater hardness. Her fingers found my belt and fumbled to get it unfastened. She fumbled less as she found the tab to my fly and drew it down slowly before very determinedly releasing the button. My pants fell open at her touch. Her warm right hand sought and found her prize as her left arm returned to my neck, pulling me deeper into our prolonged and torrid kiss. Her hot touch on my seething flesh was electric. Breaking the kiss, I gasped at the sensation.

"Oh God! Hon! What you're doing to me!"

Riekie leaned her head back and we gazed into each other's eyes. Hers sparkled and danced with azure fire, consuming my soul with her passion and a love so deep and timeless, I swore I was looking into eternity. Her hand freed my throbbing, manhood from its prison and stroked gently, smearing pre-cum along my length, stimulating and increasing the wonderful sensations of her silken touch. My pants, no longer stretched by my straining phallus, slipped to my knees then my ankles.

She giggled. "Somebody's ready. Let's see if we can't find a nice warm place for him..."

She bent my raging boner between us and inserted me between her thighs. Still gazing fixedly into my eyes, both arms once again around my neck she tightened her hold and pulled her body upward, the hot points of her nipples branding twin lines of fire up my chest, even through the light wool of her sweater and the thin fabric of my shirt. Knowing what she wanted, I grasped her cheeks more firmly and lifted her up and into me, my hardness dragging through her slit, reveling in the slickness of her sex.

Riekie's arms tightened more about my neck, never breaking her gaze. Between us, we lifted her higher until my ravening cock found its goal, and centred on her sopping entrance. She moaned and begged as she felt me located where she wanted.

"Mmmmm. Yes! Right there! Put him in me, David! Put him in me now! Mmmm."

I changed the angle of my hips for better entry, and slowly lowered her onto my inflamed, swollen prick. Her tight sheath enveloped me in heat and wetness. Her tightness was that of a hot, silken vice clasping and squeezing in exquisite sensation. As I lowered her to full impalement, she wrapped her legs around me and sighed deeply as she was filled. Our pubic bones met and mashed together, crushing her sweet little clitty between us, my hair entwining with her gorgeous blonde curls.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!"

I held her still for a moment, carrying her full weight on my arms, my cock buried in her seething depths as we savored our joining. Soon, though, the passion built, demanding release and fulfillment. Riekie fastened her lips to mine in a brief, torrid kiss as my hips started to pump into her. Breaking from the kiss, Riekie pulled herself closer into me, her head over my shoulder.

She whispered into my ear. "Do me, David! Do me good!"

Needing some support, I turned us so she leaned back against the door. She freed her right hand, reached behind and grasped the door knob to steady herself. I pressed her tight to the door and started to hump into her. I fucked. I rutted. I pounded and thrust into her hot, welcoming vagina, her scalding fluids gushing and soaking over my genitals. The door rattled and thumped as we rutted against it. Riekie shouted her glee.

"Yes! Yes! David! Yes! That's it! Do me! Dooo Meee!"

Riekie's body shook and convulsed through several orgasms, each one bigger than the last as I pounded into her, our angle such that her hypersensitive clit was mashed on each stroke, sending electric shocks rocketing through her spasming frame. With each orgasm, her magnificent muscles contracted and flexed around my pounding meat. She yelped and exclaimed her delight and pleasure, begging for more.

"Yes! Yes! Oh! Cummmminng! Here it is!... UH!... UH!... UH!... YE-ES! OH! David! Mmmmm! So Good! More!"

I pounded and rutted into her pulsating vagina, her muscles rippling and massaging my length, fucking me from the inside. She gasped and exulted.

"Oh! David! I'm c-c-cummmiinngg agaaiiin! Uh!... Uh!... Uh!... YES! YES! Oo-ohh, So goo-ood!"

Spurred on by the intensity of the pleasure we climbed together higher and higher toward a massive climax. Our passion soared ever upward. My hips humped and pumped into her. Riekie squirmed and gyrated, suspended on my unbending pole. Her muscles convulsed and squeezed, milking my pulsating member in a hot, satiny vice. Her passion built into another orgasm as she writhed and squirmed on my wildly thrusting shaft.

"OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! OGOD! CUUUMMMIINNGG! UH! UH! UH! OGOD! YES! YES! DON'T STOP! MORE!"

Riekie's fluids gushed and flowed around my surging member, running in liquid heat, bathing us both in her sweet wetness. My temples throbbed as I felt the familiar bittersweet pain of impending release build behind my eyes. Riekie's body convulsed and quivered in my arms as she rode the waves of her orgasms ever higher to her ultimate peak. Her muscles quivered and spasmed rhythmically along my plunging, driving steel as we approached the crest together. Pounding and thumping, I drove into her ever harder. Riekie shrieked and yelled her approaching finale.

"EEEEE! YES! YES! DAVID! YES! HARDER! OGOG! OGOD! YES! ALMOST THERE! YES! DAVID!"

Riekie's body tensed as her muscles clasped and clamped on my penis, climbing toward the approaching storm of her release. My balls swelled, tightened, and lifted into the base of my rutting penis. I felt the wave begin to crest as we surfed together to ultimate joy. I became a mindless fucking machine as I pounded into her relentlessly, the wave cresting like a tsunami. As my climax approached, I grunted and roared.

"UH! UH! UH! PRIN-CESS! CUMMMMIIIINNNGGG! UH! Uh! UH!"

The wave broke on the shore of our passion, as my balls heaved and lurched, launching geyser after geyser of salty, sticky sperm up and through my rampaging cock. I pulled back once, thrust into her hard, slamming us noisily into the door, and held as my penis swelled and stiffened. In a massive release, it jerked and squirted jet after jet after jet of thick creamy baby sauce deep into her welcoming body. I felt I came a river of sticky white sperm, filling her to overflowing as it squished out around the base of my penis, dripping slowly onto my balls and trickling down her thighs. Riekie's back arched into me and her muscles clamped around my swollen, spitting member, milking and squeezing out every drop of my copious spend. Her body convulsed and spasmed in time with each coughing squirt from my spewing cock. And she screamed, as her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me even deeper.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!"

In the throes of a massive orgasm, my legs almost gave out beneath me, my knees wobbly from the intensity of the experience and from supporting Riekie's weight on just my arms and penis. As we wound down, I sagged against her, my weight pressing her into the door. Gradually she relaxed her grip and let her legs drop, taking some of her own weight on her tiptoes. Riekie washed my face with little kisses and nibbles as we basked in post coital bliss, her hips gently pumping onto my jerking slowly deflating penis. She murmured sweet words of love.

"Mmmm! David! I love you! Mmmm!"

Gasping, we held each other as our breathing gradually returned to near normal. Our lips met and touched in a tender kiss that sealed our love. Riekie sighed, her eyes welling with tears of love and satisfaction.

"Oh God, David! I love you so much! That was so intense! I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden, I just had to have you in me. I almost raped you right there on the car lot! <GIGGLE> But God! It was wonderful!"

I laughed softly, nuzzling her neck. "Riekie Lloyd, I love you! <Chuckle> Strangely enough I do know what came over you. Get used to it Sweetheart! For the next few days, you are going to be the horniest female on the planet! I recognized the look in your eye, and I can smell that sweet perfume. I noticed it in the car on the way home."

Riekie held on for a few more minutes, as her ravenous pussy milked every drop it could from my sagging member. At last gravity prevailed, and I fell from her hot wet grasp with an audible plop. I kissed her sweetly again. "Are you ready to ride the comet and see the stars My Love?"

Riekie gasped in realization. "Oh! You mean it? When?"

I laughed. For someone with her education, knowledge, and background, she could sometimes seem as innocent as a schoolgirl. "Yeah, you said your fertile time would be about now. Like I told you, you've never experienced it when we're together, is all. Sometime in the next day or so, we'll ride the comet and you'll see those stars you dream of."

We were both able to stand, her skirt still around her waist, my pants about my ankles. She hugged me tight, her head on my shoulder, nuzzling my neck. She whispered dreamily. "Oh God! I hope so... I love you so much."

At length, the outside world intruded as I heard voices in the house and the comings and goings of the other family members. I glanced at my watch. It seemed like an eternity, but we had only been away from the rest for a little over fifteen minutes. By definition a quickie... A guy could get to like this... 

I stepped away from Riekie, almost tripping over my pants. She giggled, dropping to her knees in front of me. Keeping those beautiful eyes firmly fixed on mine she carefully sucked and licked me clean. Satisfied at her job, she rose to her feet, bringing my pants up with her and tucked me safely away.

I knelt before her in turn and worshiped at her temple of Venus. She was a glorious mess, a mixture of sperm and her own juices trailing wetly down her thighs. I kissed her sopping mons, tasting us both. "Mmm! You're pretty messy. We better get you cleaned up a little."

I led her into the bathroom, soaked a washcloth with warm water and gently cleansed the worst from her. She giggled and squirmed at my attention. As I finished, I kissed her muff and pulled her skirt down. Rising, I took her in my arms and we exchanged a tender lover's kiss. We wrapped an arm around each other and slowly walked from the room to rejoin the family.

Downstairs, we met Carol and Diane in the kitchen. They grinned from ear to ear, and embraced us both. Carol laughed, "I saw you two rush off. My God! The banging on that door! Are you sure it's still on the hinges? That's the first time I've heard what one of us sounds like from the outside! Jeez! No wonder we get funny looks and silly grins! Muffin, it looks like you and I may get left out for a while." They both giggled.

She stepped close and inhaled deeply of Riekie's scent. "Yup! Oh, Princess! I'm so happy for you! I think tomorrow's going to be perfect timing. We'd like to be with you, but with the romance of it being the anniversary of your first private time, I know it's right."

"Now I'm gonna tell you what Pie and Jo and Mom told us in September. You're time is close. You're so sensitive and aware of your body now, you'll know when the perfect time is, but it happens so suddenly, any time you get the urge could be it. Whenever you feel the itch or if Sweet Pussy suddenly gets hungry, you grab David and go, Girl. Don't wait for us. I know when it happened to me, it had to be NOW, but I usually had enough time to drag David away from people. How do you feel right now?"

Riekie, unused to being the 'patient' actually blushed! "I feel wonderful! David and Rascal filled me so full of Precious Stuff! I've never felt anything so urgent before! What if it happens tonight when we have company?"

Carol and Diane giggled and hugged her to them. For the moment I was ignored as they shared their woman's knowledge. Carol giggled. "Go for it! At least tonight we'll be with people we know. I had it happen during Mom's wake with all those old biddies around. I told David we had to feed the pets and he understood immediately. We ran upstairs and had a really intense quickie that made a big mess. When we came back downstairs, some old lady asked if we'd got them fed OK. I couldn't leave it alone and had to have some fun with her so I described the mess as if it was real pets, and she gobbled it right up. We had a lot of fun with her over that and she never did get that I was pulling her leg."

We had a good laugh. We'd alluded to it at different times, but this was the first Diane and Riekie had heard the whole anecdote and thought it was hilarious. I couldn't get over how one minute these nymphs could be so innocent and then the next be so ribald. I hope I never do. They're such a delight!

Diane commented wistfully. "When it happened to me, David wasn't here — he'd gone to get Pie and Jo and stayed overnight. I didn't get to satisfy those sudden urges, and I didn't understand what was happening to me. I had to get myself off alone a lot for a couple days. <Giggle> Mind you, we were having great sex morning and night, so I probably only missed a few chances. Even so, I think I might have been lucky to get pregnant when I did. I wish I had listened more closely when Mrs. Lloyd described what happened to her; then I'd have known to keep David closer or gone with him. Princess, you stay close to Our Man. We don't want you missing any chances. Oh God! I love you so much!"

Diane drew Riekie into one of the most erotic kisses I've ever seen. When they separated, their eyes were dancing. Carol wrapped them both in a tender hug, and all three then kissed sweetly. I began to feel like a fifth wheel. At length, they stepped apart, and Carol became First Wife again. "Well ladies, we still have a party to get ready for. David, would you check the kids and make sure they're not into any mischief? Paul and his wives are over at Mom's setting up their bedroom, but they'll be back for supper, and they still have some things to move. And don't you go far — Princess needs you close now."

I grinned and in my best feline-flogged voice replied, "Yes, Dear..."

I got chased out of the kitchen by three laughing squealing females, taking refuge in the living room where the kids played quietly. When I came in, they looked up from their play and smiled sweetly. Three young voices chirped in empathic synchronicity,

Rhiannon: "We heard you and..."

K.P.; "Mommy making..."

D.J.: "Happy Tickle sounds."

Rhiannon: "We like it... 

K.P. : "When you and..."

D.J.: "Our mommies make... 

All three in surround: "Happy Tickle sounds."

Jenny, the two year old giggled and repeated the last. "Hap-py tick-le sounds!"

My God! I knew my wives were developing an empathic bond, and that the twins already had it, but to add Rhiannon I hadn't considered! Talk about spooky! Then I remembered I had actually used their empathy to communicate directly with home on Christmas Eve. Their synchronicity at close range really shouldn't be surprising, given the strength of their Sight. These kids were so closely bonded, they might as well have been triplets, and I suspected the only reason Jenny wasn't fully involved was her age and immature language skills. I had the unnerving suspicion all our children would share this bond.

When I recovered from the shock, I gave them all a hug and asked them to start picking up their toys. Most had already been moved to their room earlier, but we still needed floor space. The big Christmas tree took up a lot of space, and we were expecting a lot of company tonight for the New Year's Eve party. Aside from picking up after the children's play, there wasn't much else to do. The aunts had kept the place spotless while we were away, and the girls had been through with dust rags and the vacuum.

Satisfied the kids were not into mischief, I grabbed a coffee and informed my wives if any one needed me, <Leer> I would be down in my shop. I still had a few things to do -- some small household repair jobs, and I was working on a rough plan for the new house.



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Chapter 91

Shortly before supper, Riekie joined me in my shop. She cuddled into my side as I showed her what I was working on. She had some suggestions for the house, but it wasn't long before we were kissing torridly. Soon I had her pretty bare bum up on the bench with her skirt around her waist while we noisily and wetly rutted and fucked like animals. I had anticipated such a visit, and had cleared a section where I laid out a clean shop towel just for her. I didn't want to get her all dirty from the bench. Riekie's scream of completion was surely heard halfway to town, as again I filled her to overflowing with thick, white baby maker.

After our hot sex on the workbench, Riekie sucked and licked me clean then left to rejoin the wives without letting me clean her. She said she had some other volunteers... Shortly after she went up, I heard her scream both Carol and Diane's names. I hoped they left some Precious Stuff to fertilize her egg, but her urgency didn't have that patented 'Hurry it's time!' quality the other two wives had had. From past experience, particularly with Carol, I figured she was just coming into her time, but no two women are completely alike, and to miss even one of her demands for coupling might mean the difference between baby and no baby.

Like her sister in September, Riekie simply glowed after each incredible round of lovemaking. From her intensity and urgency, I wondered if I'd survive another forty eight hours... although I suspected the pinnacle would be reached sometime tomorrow, so surviving thirty six hours might be doable — just... 

Not long after my visit from Riekie, the girls called supper. Paul and the aunts were in and out all afternoon as they moved their things over to Mom's. They were with us for supper, and we had an extremely good time. Meal times around our home were always a time of fellowship and fun. This was no exception. My wives put on an exceptional spread, and I had to remind myself not to be a pig. Sure, my wives kept me very active, <grin> but all that good food could still go to my waist. After the supper cleanup, Paul and his wives took the last of their belongings over to Mom's, and to change for the party tonight.

My Wives sent me to the showers alone while they laid out the treats and food for the party. I took a leisurely, refreshing shower, dressed for the evening, then supervised the kids while the ladies had their showers and got dressed.

When they reappeared, I lost my heart to three absolutely stunning wood nymphs. Despite the winter chill, they wore their lovely cotton dresses I liked so much. Even Carol managed to get into one. Hers had a high Empire waist that fit loosely enough she was able to wear it without discomfort. The slight bulge of her tummy only seemed to enhance her sensuality. With their matching lockets, bracelets and earrings, and their gorgeous hair falling in shimmering waves, they were simply the most gorgeous things in creation.

With the appearance of the Loves of My Life, we were ready to celebrate the turn of the New Year in style.

New Year's Eve, 1985 marked the true 'Coming Out' of my not-so-little-anymore family to the world. I suppose it started in the afternoon of that day with our vehicle purchases and revealing to Jim Brown our true status, but this was our 'formal' coming out. We were in full, open disclosure to our friends, and whoever else might appear on our doorstep. No more slinking around or half-truths. I had three of the most beautiful women in the entire world as my wives, and I was damn proud of it. We had four wonderful children with three confirmed on the way and hopefully more by the end of this Holiday season — as a family, we were proud of that.

The house was ready, and we were ready, as an openly and proudly declared multiple marriage, to receive our first guests — not Mom and Dad's — ours. The Christmas tree glowed and sparkled in its festive decoration. The 'halls were decked with (real) holly', and the mistletoe was hung prominently. Outside, the house was decorated with spruce boughs on the window ledges, the porch and crab apple tree festooned with colourful lights, and the Yule log burned merrily in the pit Dad and I had maintained for so many years. The night was crisp and clear, the winter sky alive with the diamond hard points of the stars, a beautiful, magical night for a party.

The kids wanted to stay up late to see the New Year in, but just in case, we dressed them in their pajamas. I remembered Heather at the same age. She tried gamely to stay awake, but didn't make it much past ten before she conked out and had to be carried to her bed. We expected the same to happen with our four, especially Jenny. She wouldn't go to bed without the others anyway.

Our first guests to arrive were my parents, Paul, Pie and Jo. My Girls made a fuss over them as if they'd been away for months instead of hours, and of course, the kids were all over both sets of grandparents. Pie and Jo must have consulted with my wives. They too, wore their simple cotton frocks, and looked almost as stunning as the younger ladies. They certainly didn't look like any sixty-somethings I could recall, exuding a youth and sensuality of women many years younger.

Heather and her family, with my uncle, Doug, arrived at almost the same time. Heather's husband, Garry tended to be somewhat reserved, especially in a large gathering, but My Girls soon had him loosened up. No one could escape their charm when they decided to turn it on. Heather had been thinking, too. Her boys arrived already dressed in their p.j.'s. If they fell asleep, we would simply bunk them in with our kids or even in the spare room which was now open with Paul and the Oma's having moved over to my parents'. They could sleep over until tomorrow if necessary.

After Heather, Val and her clan showed up. This was the first that her husband, Wayne, had been exposed to my family, although he had certainly heard all about Val's 'lost sisters'. When I introduced Carol and Riekie, he recognized them from when we went to school. He had even been in the same class as Riekie for a year. Of course he knew Diane and our two, but he was especially taken with the twins. Their kids were great friends with Rhiannon already, so after the initial introductions, all the children played well together. Kids ran in and out of the main living room all evening, and by and large, were well behaved.

The rest of the guest list, arriving at different times, included my uncle Bill and Aunt Ruth. They were delighted to get re-acquainted with Carol and Riekie, and like everyone else in my family or friends who hadn't seen her for awhile, were astounded at the change in Diane. All three of them set Bill on his ear with hot kisses under the mistletoe. Bill and Ruth were amazed when told that we had actually been married when last they saw My Girls, and marveled that Diane had accepted the situation so well. When they saw all three of My Girls exchanging sweet kisses and fond embraces, any doubts they may have had evaporated. They, too, were enamoured of the twins and accepted they were my children without question, although Ruth did say, "David, all you have to do is look at them to know they're yours. I know this isn't the time or place, but I'm simply dying of curiosity how it came to be." I promised we'd tell them our whole story some day soon.

Hank and Celia arrived with Sandra. Tom was now an engineer working in the oil industry, and was away on a job in Saudi Arabia, so wasn't able to attend. Sandra had matured into a beautiful young woman, and I noticed all three of my wives eyeing her up (?). I got the distinct impression they wouldn't have minded adding her to our family... Nothing ever came of their overt interest in her, but to this day, Sandy is a special friend to us all. Because Dad and Hank were such good friends and our families had always been close, they were fully up to speed on all our developments. They greeted the girls with genuine affection and welcomed them back home.

My good friend Bob and his wife Liz rounded out the guest list. Bob was one of my very best friends and had heard, over the years, about Carol and Riekie, but had never met them. Normally very close, I had not seen very much of him since June because of all the changes in my life, and they were very busy with a new business venture of their own. Consequently, Bob wasn't as up-to-speed as I would have liked. Liz had heard of My Girls but hadn't been told of our true relationship. When Diane and I introduced them as our wives, she was thunderstruck, but quickly accepted the situation, and they were all soon fast friends, another relationship that lasts to this day. Liz leans a little toward being bi-sexual, and that certainly helped her acceptance, as I could see her giving my ladies an appreciative glance... 

None of the guests except my sisters had met Paul and his wives before. Again, we introduced them openly, as it was their 'Coming Out' night too. Most were stunned at the double whammy of Paul being Diane's father and my other wives' uncle. It took some quick explaining to unravel the complex family ties, but everyone basically grasped the situation. Paul's disarming good humour and obvious close friendship with Dad, and Pie and Jo's natural charm had all the other guests at ease in short order. The guest list was very similar to the one from our first New Year's Eve, with the exception of Bob, Liz, Paul, Pie and Jo. These guests were invited not because of the acceptance we expected from them, but because it had become traditional for this particular group to celebrate the turning of the year together.

Joanne arrived last. She seemed nervous and ill at ease, but the girls soon had her feeling at home. Even Riekie, who had never forgiven her completely, was at her social best with Joanne. Joanne knew almost everyone there either from school or from studying with Mom. Her delight at our full reconciliation was genuine. When she wasn't with Carol, though, she hovered close to Mom, and it was obvious she worshiped the ground Mom walked on. She seemed a little sweet on Dad, too. She loved the twins instantly, and they warmed to her very quickly. I noticed that Riekie took very careful note of that, smiling warmly.

By nine, all the invited guests had arrived, the party was well under way, and the crochinole and euchre games got started. While some people took their turns at the games, the rest would put on some music and dance, or sit around and talk. As usual, the older men got themselves in a corner and talked most of the night as only men who have known each other for a lifetime can.

Like I said, the kids had all been promised they could stay up until the year turned, but they passed out one by one on the couch in the TV room in each other's arms long before that, unable even to stay awake even for the special children's movie we had put on for them. My Girls and I carried them to their beds and tucked them in. They woke up long enough to demand a kiss from us. We kissed them tenderly; they snuggled up happily in a heap and were instantly dead to the world. The four of us stood in the doorway watching the little ones sleep. I squeezed them all tight to me and with a tear in my eye whispered. "We said someday that one day it would be our own we watched sleeping. Guess what! It's finally so! I'm so happy now I could shout for joy." I was rewarded with tender kisses and contented 'Mmm-Hmm's'.

Heather's boys all flaked out, too. She and Garry, with help from Doug, tucked the three of them into the big bed in the spare room. Val's kids had napped just before coming out, apparently, and managed to stay with it, but just barely. They stuck with the movie and were able to see it to the end, although Kevin, the youngest was hard pressed to keep his eyes open.

Carol and Diane, turning to go back downstairs, giggled in delight and teased us gently as they saw Riekie dragging me into our room, complaining that 'Sweet Pussy was hungry.' I heard one of them comment, "Rascal must be serving Chinese because Sweet Pussy seems to be hungry just a couple hours after her last big meal. " <Giggle>

As soon as we entered our room, Riekie spun and almost literally jumped into my arms, plastering her mouth on mine in one of those tongue-sucking soul kisses. My cock lurched to full erection with that kiss, the passion and duration of which tempered the steel of my rod to almost painful hardness. I reached behind me and quietly closed the door.

Mouth still fastened to mine, she dropped her hands and undid my pants. My hands dropped to cup those resilient cheeks, lifting her dress over her hips. Without any preamble or foreplay, she freed my cock and slipped it under her dress as my pants slipped to my knees. Still standing, she on tiptoes, she guided me as I entered her in a single stroke. Her tight pussy was hot, wet, and clasping. Her muscles squeezed, rippling and massaging as I began thrusting into her heat and wetness. Riekie's arms went 'round my neck, her mouth glued to mine as I pumped and jerked into her in a wild stand-up fuck, her hips grinding and churning against me.

Riekie was so hot and eager it took very little time until I felt her hips grinding very rapidly into me and my thrusts became short and rapid. We jerked and fucked into each other for several more strokes then her hips convulsed once and locked to me, her muscles clamping and milking, fucking me from the inside. With the convulsion of her body, my balls swelled, leapt and heaved as my cock erupted, spitting gob after gob of thick creamy sperm deep into her sodden pussy. Her scalding fluids and mine mingled where we joined. Her hips pumped and spasmed with each jerk and spit of my penis. Riekie's scream of completion was stifled in my mouth as we held the passionate kiss that started it.

We broke from our kiss gasping, my knees about to collapse, Riekie wobbly on her own. We supported each other for a few more minutes, legs shaking, and hips moving gently together as her marvelous internal muscles stripped the last of my swimmers into her fertile tummy. At length, my dick softened and succumbing to gravity, slipped from her with a wet sucking sound. Riekie kissed me lightly, then squatted and licked me completely clean, her dress completely around her waist, luscious blonde pussy fully exposed. Stringy white cream dripped and oozed from her onto the floor, making a small puddle beneath her. Satisfied with her work, she placed a sweet kiss on the tip, pulled up my pants, tucked me back in and zipped me up.

"Poor Sweet Pussy has been starving since supper time. I didn't think she could make it this long, poor thing, but Rascal, her Sweet Prince sure filled her all up now!" Riekie, still squatting, spread her sweet thighs even more, fully revealing her dripping well-fucked pussy. "How's she look? I bet she's a mess; she's such a sloppy diner, especially when she's in a rush."

I laughed in delight at her wanton innocence. "She looks fine to me, but she's drooling and spilled some of her food on the floor. We should wipe it up before one of us slips in it. Stay put, I'll get a wash cloth."

She was still leaking and dripping quite heavily, so I made Riekie stay squatting obscenely where she was so the mess on the floor wouldn't spread. I fetched a warm wash cloth from our bathroom and gently wiped Sweet Pussy's lips and gently chided her for making such a mess when she ate, then wiped the spilled spooge off the floor.

I placed a light kiss on her furry mound and chided it gently. "Sweet Pussy, you simply must learn some manners. You waste too much of your food."

Rising, I helped Riekie to her feet. Before pulling her dress back down, I knelt back before her and kissed Sweet Pussy on the lips. I made a quick swipe of her delicious cleft with my tongue getting a taste of myself and eliciting a pleased yelp from Riekie.

"There! Not perfectly clean, but enough so Sweet Pussy won't drool any of her supper on the living room carpet."

I finished wiping up the floor and rinsed out the cloth in the sink. I took Riekie into my arms and we enjoyed a very loving kiss.

Before we returned to the party, I sat her down on the bed to talk to her about Joanne. "Honey, I think we should talk a little about Joanne. You're aware, aren't you, that Carol Anne and I have accepted her back as our friend? She came to Carol Anne several years ago, while Carol Anne was still in college and begged forgiveness. Carol Anne set her several tight conditions, which she has met over the last eighteen years. I accepted her back at your mother's funeral. That was one of the unfinished items from our past that seemed to need addressing."

Riekie bridled a bit at the mention of Joanne, but then brightened. "I knew she and Carol Anne were speaking again, but didn't know it had gone that far. David, are you fully satisfied that she's now a true friend?"

"Yes, My Love, I am. She has proven herself to our Wife many times and to me on a number of occasions since September. She's also studying under Mom to be a Witch, and possibly even a Priestess. We can never know for sure because she was adopted, but we strongly suspect she is of Old Blood. I know, when I first told her of the Old Ways, she was more than just a little interested. Now she says her studies have filled a void she could never before understand. Did you notice how much she adores Mom? Mom has vouched her safe, and from the way K.P. and D.J. took to her, I think she's fully accepted. Those kids can see right through a person."

"So, David, are you asking me to forgive her and take her back as a friend?"

"Yes." Riekie frowned, and I hastened on. "... But not out of the Blue. She still has to ask you for forgiveness, and ask to be taken back. You can't initiate it. She must. What you can do is be friendly enough and gracious enough that when she sees an opening, she'll come to you. Can you do that?"

"I-I think so, Honey. I can at least be friendly to her; I already have been tonight. And yes, I paid close attention to the twins' reaction to her. I thought I'd be angry, but instead I was glad. I really see how much she loves Mom — no, she worships her; and she's sweet on Dad too. I saw she gets along really well with Momma Pie and Jo, too."

"Oh yeah, they were there when Joanne and I buried the hatchet for good, and they were extremely pleased, let me tell ya. So do you think twenty years is long enough to be angry? It'll do you as much good as Joanne, sorting out one of the last issues from our past. Whaddaya think?"

Riekie threw her arms around my neck and kissed me so sweetly, I thought my heart would burst with love for this blonde goddess. "If it means that much to you, and for Carol Anne's sake, I'll try if she asks, but I won't know until she does if I'll be able to forgive her. I guess it'll depend on how she asks."

"Well, My Sweet Princess, I happen to know that she is truly sincere, and having you still angry with her is eating her up inside. Did you see how nervous she was when she came in tonight? She's ready to beg you to forgive her, if you give her a chance."

"OK, Darling, I'll do that at least."

"Can't ask for more than that. We better get back to the party before they come looking."

Holding hands, we rejoined the party in progress. Even with our short discussion of Joanne, we were only away about twenty minutes. Quickies are a wonderful diversion... 

We rejoined the main party just as the crochinole and euchre games broke up. Some one got the stereo going, and the younger ones started to dance. Carol, Diane and Riekie got right into it. They took turns getting Doug and Hank up to dance. Hank begged off after a couple dances, but Doug hadn't had this much female attention in years. He ate it right up. With my three ladies and Sandra, his dance card was full all evening. The ones not dancing with Doug danced with me, and Dad, although they had to share him with Joanne. Mom had arthritis pretty bad now, and didn't dance very much any more, so Joanne filled in for her. It was obvious she was sweet on Dad, but on closer observation, it was also apparent it was the same type of affection for him as a father figure that My Girls held — not surprising since Joanne's father had passed away several years before.

Paul and his ladies turned out to be excellent dancers, especially when one of them was dancing with him. As there were more females than men, the women often ended up dancing together. Watching Carol and Diane dance was the inspiration for an instant erection. Those two were so into each other it was a treat to watch.

We all made the rounds and had a good time. The mistletoe got a bit of a workout, too. Val, as usual got a sprig down, and went around the couples dancing, holding it over them until they kissed, regardless of gender. Each time one of my wives got caught under the mistletoe with someone other than me, they gave them a torrid kiss, and then as soon as possible, they were onto me for a hot personal kiss. I got caught once with Sandra. I'm afraid I was as bad as my wives, but this time she was ready for me, and almost sucked the soul right out of me. Man! That girl could kiss with the best of them! She even got a hot kiss from Diane when she got caught while dancing with her. I don't know which of them won that one — they both looked a little glassy-eyed when they separated. Riekie gave Doug a serious taste of tongue, creating another world of fantasy for the old bachelor.

About ten thirty, when everyone was dancing and having a good time, a knock came to the door. We wouldn't have heard it over the buzz of conversation and the music, except Diane was passing through the hall with a tray of snacks. Her hands were full, so she asked me to see who was calling at this late hour. When I opened the door, I almost fell over in surprise and delight, for there stood another prodigal, Diane's sister Judy, with her husband Jim! I caught Diane's eye, and beckoned her to me. She was overjoyed to see her sister who had disappeared into the North woods shortly after revealing their terrible secret.

After a tearful reunion with her sister, Diane led Judy into the living room. She told her sister to close her eyes while she led her in, saying she had a surprise for her. I went ahead and turned the stereo down so Diane could have her moment with Judy. When she had her sister positioned where she wanted her, she told Judy to open her eyes. When Jude opened her eyes, she was facing a very happy man indeed. Judy stared at him for a few seconds, wondering who this handsome stranger was, then sudden recognition staggered her and she literally screamed, "DADDY!!"

Paul held out his arms and choking back a tear, said, "Hello, Muppet." Without a second's hesitation, she threw herself into them, sobbing with joy. Their reunion was filled with joy and tears of happiness. Judy had strong memories of Paul, and they were all happy except for being torn from him. After the initial shock, Paul and Diane took Judy and Jim around and introduced them to everyone.

Judy was in a state of shock most of the evening after that. Meeting her father, then being confronted with Diane's transformation and our dramatically changed marital situation put her in a tail spin. Meeting Pie and Jo almost overloaded her. Paul and his wives gathered her in, and with Diane, cuddled her on the couch until she collected her wits. Poor Jim seemed to be almost forgotten, but he was a gregarious type who knew many of the people present, and managed to mingle until Judy, realizing she was ignoring him, called him to her and her family.

Once the initial shock wore off, Judy was able to party with us, but never got far from her beloved father, much as Diane had the first time he came to the house. She deserved to hear the whole story of Paul, and her new/old family, but the party wasn't the place for it. Mom and Dad offered to put them up for the night on their fold out couch so they could spend time with Paul tomorrow and hear the whole tale.

Diane said she would be spending a good deal of time with Judy tomorrow as well, and Carol said she would be there with her to help tell our story, which was so closely interwoven with Paul's. Riekie and I would spend a little time too, but with her fertile period being so close, we figured we had better stay close to our own home. Somebody had to mind the kids and start the New Year feast preparations as well, although Mom said she'd be over to help with that. In the meantime, our New Year's Eve party became a truly joyous affair.

Shortly after Judy's sudden arrival, I noticed Joanne and Riekie talking very seriously in the hall, away from everyone else. It looked like Riekie was giving her the third degree. She was asking a lot of questions, and Joanne was answering. Riekie looked a little grim, and Joanne was in tears. Not wishing to intrude, I left them to their own devices. The toughest hide would last the longest. Five or ten minutes later, Riekie found Carol and me dancing. She dragged us into the hall to meet with a tearful Joanne.

Riekie, her face very serious, turned to us and said, "Joanne came to me earlier and begged my forgiveness for lying about me. She told me what she said to you, David about the friendship speech finally sinking in. She wants me to take her back as a friend. I have interviewed her as you taught us, David, and she answered satisfactorily. I said I would forgive her if you vouched for her. The friendship and trust she will have to earn all over again. I learned that lesson the hard way, and almost lost the man I love, but I regained his trust and never will I jeopardize it again. Joanne must learn that lesson herself. It's been too many years for Joanne and me to pick up where we left off. We have to get to know each other once more. Joanne says she understands and will try to earn my friendship. Have I told it like we discussed it Joanne?"

I don't think Riekie had told her in their earlier conversation how much she had felt for me when they broke trust with us in a silly teenage faux pas. Joanne, through her tears, nodded and said, "Yes, Riekie, that is correct. If I had known then how much it almost cost you, I would never have done that to you. Oh, Riekie, I'm so sorry! I was such a fool!"

Riekie asked Carol, "Carol Anne, has Joanne been a good friend, faithful and true, since you first gave her conditional forgiveness? Has she earned your trust again?"

Carol locked eyes with Riekie and smiled. "Yes, to both, Riekie, My Sweet, she has, and more."

Riekie asked me, "David, since you took Joanne back in September, has she been a good friend, faithful and true? Has she earned your trust again?"

I fixed my eyes on her beautiful azure orbs and held her gaze. "Yes, My Love, Joanne has proven herself to me. She has been a good friend, true and faithful. She has my trust once again."

Riekie turned to Joanne, smiling, but with tears in her eyes. "Joanne Smith, my husband and my wife both vouch you safe and that you have proven yourself to them to be a true friend, faithful and trustworthy. Further, I have observed how my children, gifted with the Sight, accepted you on first meeting, and I see how Mom and Dad have accepted you. I see from the way you act with her, that you have been accepted by my other wife, Diane Marie. I know you have accepted the Old Ways and have become a devotee of the Goddess and study as an apprentice with my wife.

"Based on all this positive information, I can do no less than forgive you as you ask. Joanne, you are forgiven. I will also add this, which goes beyond what we talked about. I accept you back conditionally as my friend. From what I've seen and heard tonight, you won't be long regaining my full trust — I have that much faith in you, yourself, and the testimony, spoken and observed, of all those who have vouched you safe. Welcome back, Joanne. Wanna hug?"

I thought Joanne would simply burst! The joy that radiated from her would have lit up the Skydome! Tears of happiness streaming down her face, she literally fell into Riekie's arms, and offered her lips for a kiss. Riekie, giving Carol and me a playful wink, promptly stole Joanne's soul with a kiss that would raise the dead (I know something in my pants started to raise just at the sight of it... <grin>). When she released Joanne, the poor woman was in a daze. I think she fell in love!

When we returned to the rest, Diane saw Joanne and Riekie together, and knew without being told they had reconciled. She had heard many times the story of Joanne's betrayal of Riekie, once even from Joanne herself, I understand. She immediately ran to them and gave them both a soul-searing kiss. Poor Joanne never knew what hit her. She walked around in a daze the rest of the night. Mom saw the change, and smiled a secret smile.

About half an hour before the turn of the year, my wives served a delicious late evening light meal and coffee. Then as the midnight hour approached and the turn of the New Year, we all found our proper partners so we could ring in the New Year in style. I had more than two armfuls of gorgeous female, so we formed our circle. Sandra and Joanne both latched onto Doug as the only man without a partner. I think Doug must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven with all the attention lavished on him that night by beautiful young women.

We counted down the last few seconds of 1985 and brought 1986 in with a loud cheer and a toast. The girls had made a delicious punch as good as any wine for the party, and we used it for our toast. Everyone then kissed our partners to bring in the New Year. My Girls and I started it off by sharing a soul-searing four-way kiss that despite what they'd seen and been told still had some of the guests staring, especially Jim and Judy. They got an additional shock when Paul and his wives lit up the room with their own three-way passion pucker.

Everyone kissed their own partner, and I was sure there would be some heavy duty lovemaking this night, based upon the passion I saw in some of them. Sandra almost had Doug fainting from the kiss she gave him. What Sandra started, Joanne finished. Then the two girls shared a kiss of some passion. The old bachelor had the makings of a real bedtime fantasy, and that night Joanne started on her own journey of discovery as a woman of Wicca.

After everyone kissed their partners, we made the rounds, shaking hands and swapping kisses. Aunt Ruth curled my toes with a deep kiss of her own. She whispered, "I had to find out if you've still got what those girls enjoy so much, David." Afterward, she allowed as I still did, and I reflected that Bill was a fortunate man indeed. Bill sampled the girls similarly, and came away looking starry-eyed.

I got a special kiss from Judy. Even though she hadn't been told all the details yet, Paul and Diane had told her it was me who found him for them. I was touched by her expression of thankfulness and love. I also got a very passionate kiss from Joanne and a whispered 'Thank you' as she held me close.

As the commotion of the turning of the Year settled down, Mom called for everyone's attention. Diane and Joanne joined her as her apprentices. Together they offered an eloquent and joyful prayer of thanks to the Goddess for the many blessings that had come to us this Holiday season. We were all mindful of those blessings, especially the reconstitution of two families — the Lloyds and the Koorstis's, and their double union through My Wives. More joyful blessings appeared just tonight with the sudden appearance of Judy and the reconciliation of two old friends.

After Mom and her apprentices' prayer, we called Bob and Karen and wished them and the boys Happy New Year a couple hours early for them. The noise at their end suggested they were having a good time, too. The noise level at our end was picking up, so I told Bob I'd try to call him later on New Year's Day to bring him up to date on everything that was happening with us. With more cries of 'Happy New Year' to Bob, Karen, Robbie and Jamie, we hung up with the girls sending loud phone kisses to them all.

Once the New Year had been suitably rung in with cheers, toasts and kisses, our guests' energy level started to run down, and the party started to break up. Soon, everyone said their goodbyes, with wishes of 'Happy New Year' and left. Jim and Judy left with my parents and Paul's family. I suspected they wouldn't get much sleep tonight. We told Heather and Garry they could leave the boys overnight, but they insisted (Garry insisted) they would be better at home. They were leaving for his parents' place fairly early, and didn't want to make a second trip to our place for the boys. So the poor little guys were rousted out of bed to go home to bed... Val's kids, bleary eyed, but awake, made it to their car on their own.

The girls did a quick clean up from the party before bed. With the three of them working, it didn't take them long. While they did their post-party cleanup, I checked the furnace and set the fire for the night.

Tired, but happy at the success of our first party, my wives and I climbed the stairs to our room. Tonight, for only the second time, whether we made love or not, the four of us would sleep together in the warmth and security of our own home amidst our own family that we loved, nourished and protected. We looked forward to sharing each other's closeness and warmth as much as anything.

We trudged upstairs to bed after our successful New Year's party tired but happy... elated even. Modest perhaps, but we had made the first open statement of our marriage. We hadn't 'hidden' from anyone in the last week, and had been preparing ourselves and our friends for it for months, but tonight, despite it being a private party, was the first social setting in which we'd openly revealed ourselves and not admonished our guests to stay quiet. In fact, as we moved among our guests performing out function as host and hostesses during the evening, we had been at pains, especially if someone asked about maintaining their discretion, to advise them to speak openly about us, and to tell the truth.

There would be no more half-truths, and lies of omission, no more skulking about afraid Carol and Riekie's father would find out about us (He knew, now, and was cringing in his hole somewhere at the realization I had every right under the Old Ways to literally kill him.). We would walk the streets of our town openly and proudly. Our children would be attending schools, some or all of my wives and myself would be working in the community, and we would attend various public social functions as they took our interest like any other families.

As our 'coming out' party, it was a success, but the party, or the venue it provided, had even far greater impact than we had dreamed. Joanne and Riekie had buried the hatchet after twenty long years, lifting an unseen burden from both. It would take some time, if they ever did, for them to become close friends again, but at least they had opened the door. Diane's sister Judy had made a dramatic appearance and been reunited with her beloved Daddy, Paul. She and her husband were staying at my parents' tonight so they could hear the 'Tale Koorstis' in full tomorrow. It seemed all was well with our world.

We paused to look in on the children. I held Diane in my arms, with Carol on my right and Riekie on my left, their normal positions when there was just the two of them. I leaned down and kissed the top of Diane's head and inhaled deeply of her sweet natural perfume. Carol snuggled closer and gave me a sweet kiss. I caught a hint of that delicious scent that I noticed on our first date. I nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply again. God they smelled good! Fresh and clean and sweet! Riekie nuzzled my neck from the other side and I got a snoot full of her scent. All three smelled wonderful, similar, but distinct. Watching our children sleep, I became lost in my love of these three wonderful creatures and totally lost in their delightful scent. If I'd only remembered... 



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Chapter 92


Again, the kids slept in the middle of the bed in a tangled heap with Ahab woven in amongst them. I reminded myself a camera was simply a must from now on. I might have to wear it like jewelry, just to have the instant opportunity to capture these blissful scenes. At present, I didn't even own one. I made a note to get one as soon as the stores opened Thursday. Except for the pictures Bob took at Christmas, and those Riekie had taken for the album, we had little photographic record of our lives. Wait a minute! I realized Riekie must have a camera.

"Princess?"

Dreamily as she lazed into my shoulder, "Yes, David?"

Innocently, "Where's your camera?"

Sudden realization, "Oh, shit! In all the rush the last week, I forgot all about it! It was in one of my bags and I put it away yesterday without even thinking! Duh! I'll get it right now. I hope there's still some film in it. I know I have some new rolls, but it would be better if it was already loaded."

Still muttering to herself for forgetting about getting pictures of the family, Riekie darted off to our room where I heard her open a drawer in one of the dressers. She soon returned and handed me a compact automatic 35mm flash camera along with a couple spare rolls of film. It wasn't a fancy unit, but was adequate for what I wanted. I checked, saw it had almost a fresh roll of film and the batteries were fresh. Quickly I snapped the pictures I wanted of the kids sleeping and a few candid shots of my wives as they watched the kids. The flash didn't cause even an eyelid flicker with the kids.

I said I wanted to get a few more, so the girls went ahead to get ready for bed. I waited a few minutes, double checked the film, and snuck into our room with an evil grin. The ladies were in various states of dishabille as they sensuously unwrapped each other. Standing unnoticed (I think... ) in the doorway, I snapped a few quick pix of my gorgeous wood nymphs. After the first few flashes set them squealing, they soon got into the spirit, and struck some rather naughty poses... 

I was particularly pleased with those of Carol in her pregnant state, getting some tasteful (Well... I thought they were... ), almost artsy shots of her alone and with the other two. I remembered Riekie's shots of herself at each trimester, and knew the camera would never be far away again. My friend Al would have to develop the film for me though... 

Riekie relieved me of the camera. "I'll just take that if you don't mind. You're a menace!" She then snapped a couple of me watching them and had the right idea when she said, "David, you should get a camera of your own. I'll keep this one handy, and you'll have one too. We'll start keeping a full record. I should have been anyway. I don't know where my head's been — the children didn't stop being photogenic just because we're together now."

Continuing with that theme, I suggested. "Maybe we should look into a video camera, too. That way we might actually catch the new babies' first words and stuff like that — motion shots with audio of family activities."

That set them off giggling and doing their one-person-in-three-bodies routine.

Carol: "Full motion? Yeah! I bet! You..."

Riekie: "Filthy old man, you just..."

Diane: "Wanna get some nasty stuff, too."

Actually, except for these candid shots I got tonight, the thought hadn't crossed my mind (Really!), but of course, I couldn't convince them of the purity of my intentions at all. Mind you, now that they mention it themselves... Hmmm... 

We'd been in a very upbeat mood since the party, and the levity of the last few minutes just added to it. Riekie put the camera away (after surreptitiously getting a few shots of her own... ) and three gorgeous nudes attacked my clothing. Soon I was as naked as them, and involved in a tickle war. One man (ticklish) against three women (also very ticklish) doesn't seem fair at first, but we had a noisy riot, and soon ended up in a heap on the bed where the tickling degenerated into lustful groping and passionate kissing. After that, things start to get hazy... 

I don't remember much of that night except wild, wild totally abandoned sex, the most uninhibited we'd ever experienced as a group, and the most delicious aroma, or blend of aromas. I remember it started with me eating Carol because her sweet pussy was before my face as the tickle war degenerated into lust while she buried her face in Diane.

That much I remember — oh, and someone (Riekie? She was the only one unaccounted for.) giving me the blow job of all blow jobs at the same time. Somewhere about there I lost track as I went into sensory overload (No! It didn't produce a 'Cosmic Moment'! At least I don't think it did... ). The rest is a blur of pussies, breasts, screams of orgasm and several mind blowing cums of my own. I sort of vaguely remember two pussies stacked on top of each other as I poked and prodded each in turn until both women screamed in orgasm. I have no recollection of which one I finally dumped a very large load into. From the morning evidence it looked like they all got some... And I remember some sort of dream about urgently needing to make a baby or was it real?

I woke the next morning holding a still sleeping and contented looking Riekie very close with my morning woody soaking in her hot little pussy, so she must have at least received my last offering. Carol was snuggled into my back, Diane draped across us. All three pussies were a sodden, matted mess, my beard was redolent of pussy juice, and the room absolutely reeked of sex. I detected three distinct flavours of pussy in my whiskers. All three of the girls' faces were smeared with someone's juices as well, and their hair was totally mussed. The bed was a disaster, all the covers thrown off. Someone had rescued the top sheet and pulled it over us, but I think it was our close body contact that kept us warm. All in all, the bedroom and the survivors looked and smelled like an evening of total debauchery.

Must have been a hell of a night. Too bad I couldn't remember it. Despite my lack of memory, somehow I felt exceedingly good, and pleased with myself.

Holding Riekie's sleeping beauty, I moved my hips gently, stroking her velvety warmth easily. Those gorgeous eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with a very warm kiss and a delighted giggle. "David! I love it! But how can you possibly feel like doing anything this morning?"

"Huh?" Play dumb because you are... 

My motion and Riekie's voice woke the sleeping Diane sprawled over us. She raised her sweet head, looked around sleepily, gave us each a kiss, and then, realizing what I was doing with/to Riekie, she squealed in awe, "Wow! My God, David, are you still going?"

Stay dumb, Dave. "Huh?"

Carol's voice from behind me made us aware that she too was now awake. "Holy fuck, Batman! You're not serious! David, what has gotten into you?"

Time to stop acting dumb and prove it by actually asking what the fuck they're talking about. "What are you girls talking about? The last thing I remember clearly is starting to munch on a very sweet pussy that is currently heating up my backside and Princess giving me the blowjob of a lifetime." I kissed her on the tip of her pert nose. "That was awesome, Hon. You give great head, but that was the best. Thank you." She blushed prettily.

Diane: "David! You turned..."

Riekie: "Into some kind of..."

Carol: "Wild fucking machine."

Diane: "We couldn't..."

Riekie: "Keep up..."

Carol: "With you..."

All (Surround Sound): "You were an ANIMAL!"

I turned to Riekie, who currently had the undivided attention of a certain part of my anatomy. "So how did I end up in this most delicious of positions?"

"Don't you remember waking me up in the middle of the night? It was like you were on drugs or something. You kept saying over and over 'Gotta make a baby. Gotta make a baby.' You got me so horny, then you made love to me like you never have before, and when Rascal squirted his Precious Stuff, he squirted so hard and so much, I thought it was gonna come out my ears! Then you just rolled us over with Rascal still hard in Sweet Pussy and went to sleep. He hasn't gone soft all night! You don't remember anything?"

I was stunned. What indeed had come over me? "Uh... I remember fragments. Did I really have two of you stacked on top of each other?"

Carol giggled hysterically, "Duh! That was Muffin and me! We were kissing and you took us both. We came so hard and long I thought I was gonna pass out! Right Muffin?"

Diane giggled with her. "Jeez! Never felt anything like that, and not a drop of Precious Stuff for either of us!"

Now I thought they were pulling my leg. "Aw, c'mon! If I made both of you come like that, one of you got it, surely."

Riekie pulled my face to hers. "No, they're right. You seemed to be happy they got off, and then you did me. That was the first for me, and I thought you'd never stop squirting. You only rested for a few minutes, then you did each of the girls one time and squirted in them, making a big mess. I know, I watched. It was awesome. You had the wildest look in your eyes! I don't think you even knew where you were! Where do you get all that Precious Stuff? You rested a bit more then you did me again. I didn't think I'd be ready for you, but I was. God! David! I don't know how many times you made me come!"

Carol leaned up and gave me a sweet kiss, then kissed her wives. "William David Lloyd, you were insatiable! No other word will do. You were like the bunny rabbit going from hole to hole, but I don't think we were much better. When you weren't fucking one of us, the others were sixty-nining like crazy. I know you did me and Muffin at least three times and filled each of us with Precious Stuff at least twice. I don't know how many times you did Princess. I was too busy with Muffin to count."

Diane giggled as she gave us all another kiss. "WoW! I don't think I'll be able to walk! David you did me so hard! And fill me up? I guess so! Don't you remember anything, David?"

I was wracking my brain trying to piece together the details of the night. "No, just what I said, and oh yeah! Just when I started tongue lashing Carol Anne, I remember the most delicious aroma! Actually it seemed like a blend of aromas. It was the most wonderful thing I've ever smelled."

Just then Carol groaned. "Uh! Oh! Uuunnngghh!"

Startled, Diane asked, "What's wrong, Mrs. Lloyd?"

Carol pointed. "Look at the window."

Diane could see better than Riekie or me. "What about the window? I don't see anything un... Oh, no! How did that get closed?"

Carol slapped herself in the head. "Shit! I closed it yesterday morning when I cleaned it, and forgot to put it back up! Damn! No wonder we're all so horny! David and Princess were in here at least twice yesterday making love. Princess was in here several times getting changed and having showers. We keep the door closed to keep Clyde from getting on the bed. The air in here must have been absolutely saturated with pheromones. I better open that window right now. David, I know where Rascal is right now.<Giggle> How does he feel?"

Carol climbed out of bed and opened the window all the way. Chilled, fresh air filled the room. Braving the cold, she also went to the bathroom and turned on the exhaust fan, leaving the door open.

I laughed. "Well, he doesn't feel broken, and he likes where he is just fine, thank you (Actually he loved where he was... <Grin>). When I move him, it just feels good." The fresh air from the window was having a good affect on me though. I felt great when I woke up, but now I seemed to be able to think more clearly. "So that was the delicious aroma I smelled. Hmmm. Carol Anne, I don't recall actually being able to smell you last time; I just reacted to the pheromones. I've been able to smell Princess since yesterday, and it is a very nice perfume. Last night while we watched the kids sleep, I got a good nose full of all of you. I remember thinking how good you all smelled, and that while similar, it was also distinct.

"Then when we started fooling around -- again it wasn't just Princess -- I recognized her smell, but yours and Muffin's too. The three seemed to combine or blend into one wonderful aroma. As a matter of fact, that absolutely delicious smell is the very last thing I remember clearly. Right now, you and Muffin are extra horny, which by definition means you're producing those pheromones... Oo-oh Princess, you feel so goo-ood!... C-Could it be that as part of the female strategy to keep a male loyal during pregnancy so he's there for child rearing that you produce elevated levels of the pheromone then, too?"

Riekie, though distracted by the gentle stimulation of a rather hard penis slithering in and out of her pussy, put her formidable mind to work and answered me. "Mmmm! Goo-ood! Y-you're distracting me! Yes, David. That makes perfect sense for the primordial humans before monogamy or family units were established. The development of such a basic biological strategy may actually have been what created the nuclear family. H-Having a female who is receptive right up almost to the point of birth has long been considered the basis of human society. If that's the case, and based on what happened here last night, I see no reason to disagree. Seems like you got hit by a triple whammy. Ooooo! Do that again! <Giggle>."

Diane nodded her head then asked. "I don't have the education you two do, but I still have a question. The triple whammy obviously affected David, but what about us? We were just as wild as him."

Carol, returned from the window and covering us with a comforter from the pile of bedclothes on the floor tried to answer that one. "Mom said David also produces a pheromone to attract us, and its production goes way up when his female is in heat. If he was exposed to three females, then his pheromone emission must have been phenomenal too. And I did notice that David's natural musk last night was stronger. I love it anyway, but I really loved it last night. That's the scent we pick up on his clothes. Remember that football jersey, Princess? You said you could smell David on it for years."

Riekie frowned in concentration. I don't know how she did it. The action below our waists was getting rather intense on both sides, and we were both breathing a little heavily. "Of-Of course! And I'm wondering something else. <Pant> Oooo! David that feels so-o-o goo-ood! <Pant, Gasp> D-David, you said the three sc-scents blended into one d-delicious scent just about the t-time you started to go b-blank, right? <Gasp> OOOO! So goo-oo-ood!"

I was starting to loose my own concentration. "Y-yes, H-Hon. Th-that's what I s-said. W-why? UH! UH!"

"I-I d-don't kn-know if it's p-possible <GASP!> OGOD! OGOD! B-but, I-I th-think mixing those ph-ph-pheromones m-may h-have <GASP!>OOOOOO! UH!UH! m-m-m-made th-them even m-m-more p-p-otent! <Pant> OGOD! DAVID! JUST DO ME! OH! OH!"

I had almost lost the thread anyway. I picked up the pace of my thrusting into Riekie's clutching, grasping tunnel. Diane, lying across us, was getting a rough ride, but seemed disinclined to move, her gaze fixed solidly on us. I felt Carol snuggle closer into my back in the spoon. We all went for the ride. It wasn't very long before I felt the impending climax approach as my balls tightened against my penis and Riekie's muscles clamped tighter around my member. She gasped and moaned.

"YES! YES! OGOD! ODOD! UUUNNNHHH!"

Still gazing into each other's eyes, I lunged once, twice, three times, and felt the explosion well up from deep within. Riekie's hips convulsed and spasmed against me. On the fourth hard thrust into her seething depths, my cock erupted with squirt after squirt after squirt of thick, creamy baby batter, and Riekie's muscles clamped down hard, milking every drop of sperm from the tip of my spitting rod. We came together in a rush of sensations.

Riekie yelled her satisfaction then screamed. "YES! YES! DAV-VID! YES! I'M THERE! YES! DAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!"

Riekie's body shuddered and shook in my arms, her pussy sucking me dry as her own secretions soaked my genitalia. Our motions gradually slowed. We kissed a tender lover's kiss. I withdrew my still hard penis from her sopping pussy with an audible sucking sound. I was still hard, but oh God! Did I have to piss!

Diane leaned down and kissed us both. "Thanks for the ride, guys! That was hot! I came just from watching you. I never had to touch myself at all!"

I could still feel Carol humping against my back, and felt wetness on my butt as she shuddered. She came, too, and squirted all over me. Obviously we were still somewhat under the influence of the pheromones in the room.

I finally had to get up. "OK, My Loves, unless you want a different kind of wet offering from Rascal, you better let me up."

Surround Sound again! "EEEWW! Gross!"

Carol got out of bed first, shivering in the cold air from outside, and ran to the toilet, her own urgent need apparent. Diane clambered off Riekie and me as the next one out. I kissed Riekie quickly and apologized. "Sorry, Sweety, I gotta go NOW."

Riekie quickly followed me to the bathroom. Carol claimed dibs on the toilet again and was just finishing as I arrived. Despite our concern over the combined effect of pheromones, the mood in the bathroom was happy and light. Three warm female hands guided my morning erection as I released my stream, and, to everyone's delight, the erection did follow the urine down the drain. Whatever happened during the night obviously didn't have any lasting or deleterious effect. No broken Rascal today!

Diane got the shower running, and we all stepped in. I spent a great deal of time and effort gently cleaning three nubile bodies. Their pussies were the messiest I had ever seen them. It appeared there wasn't a square inch of anyone's body that wasn't coated or encrusted with dried fluids from our wild night. I got their favourite apple-scented shampoo and washed each of my lady's hair thoroughly, giving each a deep scalp massage. All three were simpering and cooing by the time I rinsed them out.

To have three beautiful, nude nymphs wash and cleanse one's body is a delight that once savoured easily becomes addictive. They cleaned every inch of me. Their attention to my now shriveled member was almost worshipful but that poor appendage had finally succumbed to the rigours of the night, and couldn't be coaxed up to play. I felt so drained after this last encounter with Riekie I thought it might be days before I recovered. My wives returned the favour and washed my hair, giving a six-handed scalp massage that nearly had me passing out in pleasure.

At length, with the hot water starting to run out, we stepped out and toweled each other in pairs. It was the beginning of Riekie's private day, so she was with me, and was simply melting when I completed the delightful task. I noticed Diane and Carol managed to treat each other similarly. Riekie enveloped me with love and warmth when she toweled me off. Man! The love from that woman!

Despite the cool air drawn in from the bedroom by the exhaust fan, we took our time finishing our morning ablutions. We brushed our teeth and the ladies dried their hair before we padded into the chilled bedroom to dress. We should have been half frozen from the cold air of early morning in January coming in the open window, especially after a shower, but somehow we found it invigorating, probably from our bodies unloading the overdose of pheromones.

Dressed, we headed for the kids' room, but they were already up and gone. We found them in the kitchen happily munching on cereal. Rhiannon had taken charge and fixed them up with breakfast. They made a little mess, but nothing untoward. When we came in, we were swarmed by happy children. Once the kids had their morning hugs and kisses, the girls started to prepare breakfast for the adults. First things first, Diane turned on the big coffee maker. While they performed their kitchen magic, I went down and built up the fire in the furnace. By the time I was finished raking ashes and getting a good blaze going, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, toast and bacon filtered down to me.

I rejoined my family just as the girls started the eggs. I got myself a coffee and took my place at the table with the kids. Today was the first day in our own home together as our complete family without other people around. The house felt a little empty at first, but it was also a wonderful feeling to know that we were a family, eating out first meal together, alone, as one.

Over breakfast we finished our discussion about the strange pheromone effect. None of the ladies complained, and I certainly couldn't -- the marvelous feeling of satiation in my loins testament to that. The wonderful glow of satisfaction enveloping my wives also testified to the fun we'd had. Riekie simply glowed. She hadn't seen stars yet, but she was happy. Carol and Diane giggled and said they were just a little sore, but otherwise felt great. All three, but Riekie in particular said they might have to wear panties today with a sanitary pad until their overflow subsided... They teased me gently when I pulled a long face at their treasures being hidden away from me.

Despite our late night because of the party and our subsequent all night activity, we were up relatively early. We had a New Year feast planned for all the family who could attend. Val and Heather were invited, but they had to attend at their own in-laws for the day. Once breakfast was cleared away, we started preparing for the big dinner. Once again I drew the job of preparing the stuffing for the turkey.

Diane and Carol were going to Mom and Dad's later to help bring Judy up to date. Because Judy had isolated herself while she dealt in her own way with the abuse issue, she knew virtually nothing, and few of the people involved. They were taking the kids with them, leaving Riekie and me on our own with Ahab the cat.

We wanted to go too, but First Wife put her foot down. "You guys NEED this private time. I don't care if you just sit there and stare at each other like a couple lovelorn teenagers like you used to, or not. This is YOUR time, and by the Goddess, you gonna get it. If after an hour or so you're bored with each other then come over, but I somehow doubt you two will ever get bored."

Damn! I like Carol as First Wife! She's showing a side of her I like — assertive but loving and compassionate. She's also demonstrated an ability to think on her feet. Actually, I noticed that all my wives have that capability. I felt like one lucky man.

There was still quite a bit to be done before Carol and Diane left. They had no idea how long they'd be, so wanted to have everything ready. Riekie and I shooed them out. We said we could still have our time together while we prepared the turkey and all the other little things that needed doing. Mom was bringing the salads and Pie and Jo were looking after dessert, so what was there for us to do except dress the turkey, get it in the oven at the right time and have the veggies ready to go?

Carol and Diane bundled up the kids and walked over to my parents' house. Riekie and I watched them across the lane, then got about our own chores. I brought the turkey up from the cold room and made sure it had completely thawed before stuffing it. Riekie brought our wet bed linen down and started it going through the wash. Just the two of us, and we had domestic bliss.

Carol was right. Riekie and I were never bored with each other's company. Once we got the chores out of the way, we were quite content to sit across from each other at the kitchen table drinking coffee and holding hands. Long minutes passed just staring into each other's eyes, like Carol said, but we spent many more long minutes just talking. Many years before, Riekie and I had discovered we had very much in common -- interests and tastes. With almost twenty tears to catch up on, we had lots to talk about — the books we'd read, movies we'd seen — you name it. It felt so good to be reconnecting with my beautiful blonde goddess the time simply flew by.

At some point, at one or the other's suggestion, we decided to go for a walk. The turkey was stuffed and ready. I preheated the oven and slipped the roast pan in. It should be done by five, leaving us lots of time for our walk. Riekie had brought proper winter clothing (Who lives in Winterpeg without having winter gear?), and quickly changed. I hadn't seen her in anything other than a skirt or dress in twenty years. Seeing that wonderful lower body showcased in a pair of snug, form fitting jeans was to die for.

It was a bright, crisp day, but not bitterly cold. The snow was too deep to walk through the fields, so we had to content ourselves with the local roads. We spent a wonderful couple hours, just strolling, holding hands, occasionally with arms wrapped about each other. We developed a little game -- whenever a car approached we would stop and engage in a passionate kiss.

We had fun and we talked. We talked and we had fun. We talked. We laughed. We talked. We laughed. We made silly jokes. We talked. We kissed and cuddled even without the car game. We talked. We played in the snow. We talked. We talked about anything and everything. We had philosophical discussions. We compared notes on favourite Sci Fi authors. We talked about us -- just us and the greater us. We talked about everything under the sun and a lot of things above it.

We talked about her work in Winnipeg and what she'd do now. She said the work had not been as satisfying as she thought it would be, and didn't miss it a bit. There were a few friends in Winnipeg she'd miss, but she would keep in touch. Like Carol, she didn't like the West, but for her, the reasons were different. Carol just said it wasn't her home. Riekie said that too, but she had the same issue I did — the horizon was simply too far away. The part of Ontario we grew up in is rolling hills. The horizon is always as close as the next hilltop. The prairie horizon, like the sea, is miles and miles away. I almost get vertigo when I look across those vast distances, and Riekie said the same thing.

My blonde beauty said she might like to go back into private practice someday, but was in no great hurry. For the near future, she'd like to study the Old Ways with Mom, but first and foremost, she wanted to spend time just being a wife and mother.

A vision of Riekie as 'Susie Homemaker' flashed through my mind, and I loved what I saw — the role actually suited her! Her whole life had been centred on her work until the twins came, and she looked forward to settling down. She gave every spare minute to them, but still felt it wasn't enough, especially when she worked at the university and had a practice that required a certain number of hours working in hospitals. Many nights she didn't get home until close to the kids' bedtime. She said the last few weeks without the pressure of work and spending time with the kids had been immensely satisfying.

Her joy at being home (Ontario and the farm) was immeasurable and almost inexpressible. Riekie claimed that even though she had led a fairly normal (?) life until she first met me, she somehow never felt fully at ease in her family home. Something about her father always kept a tension around that home, and she didn't like it. Then after he raped her, she could never stay in any house where he lived or had lived. She said he even spoiled the cottage for her, although there were enough good memories she might be able to go there someday, but doubted if she'd ever see it again. I told her about Carol and me revisiting it and finding our old barn intact.

Choking on her tears, my blonde lover said. "David, that first day I met Mom and Dad and they accepted Carol Anne and me so completely, I felt right then, that I actually was home, not just our home, but my home, almost as if I'd been born and raised. I've never felt like that anywhere else, except possibly the old cottage because of Oma and Opa. But the farm, this farm became my true home, because My Man and his family made it so. I'm so happy to be here, I can't even describe how good it makes me feel.

"I haven't been in Dad's new house yet, but I bet the minute I walk in, it'll feel like home, too, because two people who love me unconditionally live there, and I am always welcome. I love the old farm house, and it's too bad we've outgrown it, because I'll miss it. There are so many warm memories in those old walls, and not just ours, but those of the generations who lived there before us too. It's a happy house. We'll just have to make sure the new house becomes a happy one too. That's our job. You know Carol Anne feels the same way I do too, eh? And... She hasn't come right out and said anything, but I see it in Muffin, too."

We stopped and I took her into my arms while she cried her happiness at being home, and her sadness at never having felt that way anywhere else. We shared a lingering, soft kiss and moved on.

The more we talked, the deeper in love we fell, if that was at all possible, the private time once again fulfilling its promise. I discovered all over again that she might just be my perfect woman, intelligent, witty, horny and so full of love as to take my breath away. We shared so much in common despite our differences in education and life experience. Being a doctor and an academic she had traveled in some pretty sophisticated company, but she never lost sight of her roots. Of course, I knew that both Carol and Diane were my perfect women as well. From my perspective, in some ways, they were one person occupying three bodies. Each was different, but the sum of their personalities made them one to me. We walked along talking and talking, holding each other tight.

We returned from our walk tired, cold, still talking, and more in love than ever. It seemed like we walked and talked forever, but was actually only a couple hours, maybe less. On the way back, we stopped at Mom and Dad's, just so Riekie could see the new house. Just as she said, Mom and Dad welcomed her like the prodigal, and as she snuggled into me happily, she whispered. "Yup! I was right. How do they do it? The house still smells like a new one, and yet it's a home, and could very easily be mine, just from the way they treat me."

When we got to my folks' house, Diane and Carol were just wrapping up the story of our lives for Jim and Judy with the part about Ben and our wedding just eight days ago. (Was it just a week? With all that went on, amidst the emotional intensity, it seemed like an eternity.). Everyone there, except Jim and Judy, had heard all or most of it except possibly for the full recounting of Ben's last day on earth. Regardless, the girls did such a good job, their audience was rapt, almost spellbound, including the kids. Riekie fidgeted, seeming to be in a little discomfort, as we listened quietly while the girls finished relating our tale. They hadn't intended to tell the whole thing, but after Paul told about him and his wives from the very beginning, Judy realized the strong connection, and prevailed upon My Girls to tell our story.

As Diane and Carol finished, Judy ran to me and gave me a huge hug and a big kiss. "What's that for, Muppet?" I'd listened when Paul called her that last night... 

Judy laid her head on my chest. "For finding our Daddy for Muffin and me and for giving us our true family back. David, how did you do it? How did you make Muffin such a beautiful person? I hardly know my own sister, but what I see and hear, I like. She's so... so confident now. And that Carol Anne, she's a beauty. Your story, and my parents' are such love stories, it's almost the stuff of fairy tales."

I laughed. "Muffin's healing wasn't all me, Jude. You made it possible by coming forward with the truth. The rest was TLC and a lot of love just to help Muffin let the real person out. Yes, we've lived a fairy tale sometimes it seems."

Judy looked at Riekie as if seeing her for the first time. "And you're... uh... Riekie? Oh my, you're beautiful! You have a very special man, here, Riekie, don't you girls ever let him go again. I almost couldn't believe the love story Carol Anne told about you people. But Don and Lori said it's true, and both my new mothers said it was. God! I have two mothers! I'm like Muffin; I don't consider that woman who gave birth to us my mother any more. Momma Pie and Momma Jo are my mothers now." I found out later my suspicions that they wouldn't get much sleep last night were true. Paul didn't tell her everything, preferring that their story be told as a chapter in ours, but they did spend the time bonding and for Judy and the aunts to get to know each other.

Riekie did just the right thing. She took Judy in her arms and hugged her. "Well, Muppet, looks like Carol Anne and I have a new sister, too. Welcome to the family. Yes, incredible as it sounds, our story is true. Pie and Jo were a part of it almost from the beginning, as were Mom and Dad. And don't you worry; we're never going to let this wonderful man out of our sight."

After Diane and Carol finished, we visited for a while then Riekie got antsy and wanted to go home. She whispered something in my ear about needing to feed the cat. Honestly, I was a little stupid. Ahab's dish was full when we left. I got her drift after a very hard punch to the arm. Maybe I should start dying my hair blue... 

We said our good byes and left. Carol and Diane said they wouldn't be far behind.



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Chapter 93


Thank goodness the two houses are very close because Riekie almost dragged me. As soon as we were clear of Mom's door, Riekie kissed me feverishly, grabbed my hand and led me to our house almost at a gallop (a lope for sure!). We just made it in the door and she was all over me. Winter clothing seemed to levitate and fly off by itself. Later I found one boot in the kitchen and another behind the Christmas tree — never did find Riekie's mittens... Then she dragged me by the hand upstairs to our room on the run. As she turned into my arms, I noticed her jeans had mysteriously come undone.

The peek at Riekie's white cotton bikini panties through the opening in the front of her jeans was highly stimulating. Except for the day Carol and I made out on the couch, I had rarely undressed one of my original two girls from pants, shorts, or slacks of any kind because they always wore a dress or skirt except when on their periods. The thought of first revealing her treasure by pulling off those snug jeans aroused me immensely, my penis lurching and swelling into an almost painful tent in my pants. As we kissed, I slid my hand inside her jeans and cupped her mons through her panties. Sliding a finger between her legs, I found her panties completely soaked.

Locked in a mind-numbing, timeless kiss, her hands hurriedly fumbling at my belt and pants fastenings, I eased Riekie over to the bed. As the back of her legs touched, she collapsed onto it, carrying me down with her. Riekie was almost frantic in her heat, her hips churning and heaving on the bed. "David! David! Please!"

Without further ado, I grasped the waistbands of her jeans and panties together and tugged them over her writhing hips. She lifted to allow them past her buttocks. As her clothing slipped past her thighs and down her calves my olfactory senses were assaulted by the scent of extremely aroused female. I felt the pressure in my own pants increase to almost unbearable proportions.

I succeeded in getting her jeans and panties over one foot, and she spread herself completely. "David! Put him in me now. Oh God, put him in me now."

No foreplay. No preamble. This woman was in complete heat!

I stared hungrily into Heaven's gate — the inner lips flushed and open, her vaginal hole pulsed as if breathing, a milky fluid oozing from within. I'd gazed lovingly on this most gorgeous of female genitalia many times, but I had never seen her labia so engorged and wet or her tunnel so open and inviting.

Responding to her haste, I fumbled and struggled with my own pants, finally getting the belt and other fasteners undone, and dropped them to my knees, my rampaging boner flopped out bouncing around, looking for the action. After our pheromone induced orgy of last night, that part of me that always looks on in amused detachment was amazed I could get so erect so soon.

My erection sprang, wobbling and bobbling to her view, precum dribbling from the tip. Riekie wrapped her hot little hand around it and urgently pulled me toward her, begging. "Ooohh! David! He's more beautiful than ever! I have to have him! Put him in me now!"

My pants about my ankles, I hobbled toward her as she scooted back on the bed to allow me to mount between her outspread thighs. A fly on the wall would have been amused at the picture we presented — me with my pants about my ankles hobbling forward, her with her jeans and panties hanging off one foot. As she guided the tip of my furiously leaking member to her portal, she drew her knees up and opened completely. Knowing the familiar angle, I lunged forward, sliding into Heaven and completely impaled her in one long stroke. I slid snugly home in her welcoming sheath and our pubic hair meshed, our pubic bones grinding together. As she wrapped her legs and arms about me, pulling me as deep as she could, Riekie's sigh of satisfaction rang loud in my ears.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!! Yes! David! Yes! Oh! So-o-o-o Goo-oo-ood! So-o-o-o Fu-ull!"

I paused for a second to savour her warmth and tightness but not for long. As I bottomed in her wet heat, Riekie's hips began bucking furiously beneath me. I started to move, using the long slow full-length strokes she usually enjoyed. Not this time! Riekie was in as heightened a state of sexual excitement I'd never seen her! Before I made three strokes, her writhing hips bucked and heaved, her muscles clamped, her legs and arms locked about me in a death grip and she tripped over the edge into a gigantic orgasm.

"OGOD! I'M CUMMING! YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! YES!! O-O-O-O-O. YE-ES!"

Her body still wracked by her initial orgasm, Riekie's hips continued to buck and thrust beneath me. Caught up in her mindless passion, I caught the whirlwind with her. Our hips pounded and humped into each other. I heard the roaring of the wind in my head. Pound. Pound. Pound. Hump. Hump. Hump. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. In, out. In, out. Up, down. Back and forth. We danced to the ancient, timeless rhythm of procreation. Mindless, savage, primordial lust consumed us. Riekie's shrieks and yells of encouragement drove me on to even greater effort.

"AIIIEE! Yes! David! Yes! Goo-ood! Yes! That's It! Right there! Harder! Faster! Oh! So-o-o Goo-ood! MORE!"

It seemed a demon possessed me as I poked and prodded into Riekie's responsive body like some demented pile driver. My hips drove and pounded. Hers raised and heaved in perfect counterpoint, her internal muscles clutching my churning pole. I rutted. I fucked. Riekie rutted and fucked back equally hard, shrieking and yelling at the top of her lungs accompanied by my own grunts, bellows and roars.

"AAAIIEEE!!YES! YES! DAAAVVIIDDD!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! HARDER! FASTER! OGOD OGOD!! SO-O-O GOO-OO-OOD!!"

"UH! UH! UH! YES! I'M FU-U-CKING YOU BABY! FU-U-CK-ING YO-U-U!! UH! UH! O-O-O- GO-OD!!"

My hips became a blur as I thrust harder and faster into Riekie's overheated pussy. Her hips matched me stroke for stroke. We fucked and rutted at a level of energy that could not be sustained. I pounded into her in a frenzy of lust. She heaved and thrust right back, perfectly synchronized to my driving motion. I heard the roar of the whirlwind rising louder, blood pounding in my ears. My temples throbbed as I felt that white-hot bittersweet pain of imminent release building behind my eyes. Riekie's clutching, grasping pussy spasmed rhythmically along my throbbing pecker. My balls swelled, lifted, and tightened almost painfully against the base of my throbbing shaft. Riekie's shouts and mine rose together as the roar of the tornado got louder and louder.

"DAVID! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! UH! UH! UH! IT'S CLOSE! I FEE-EEL IT! YES! YES!"

"UH! UH! UH! OGOD! BABY! OGOD! I'M GONNA CUM! OGOD!"

The maelstrom wind crashed onto us together, consuming us in a deafening roar of passion and lust. My cock swelled even harder as I felt the impending explosion. Riekie's hips convulsed and jerked beneath me, her vaginal muscles clamped and squeezed, rippling along the length of me as I furiously stroked into her hot, buttery, impossibly tight, sheath. Riekie yelled. I bellowed.

"YES! YES! DAVID! YES! SO-O GOO-OOD! YES! OGOD! OGOD! SO CLOSE! OGOD!"

"UH! UH! UH! UH! JEEEZZZUUUSSS! ALMOST THERE!!"

I plunged into her seething, pulsating depths hard! Once! Twice! Thrice! I pulled back and slammed one more time into her scalding, clutching innards as deep as I could get and held as my dick impossibly swelled again, jerked, and erupted in a torrent of hot creamy baby sauce. Jerking and spitting, my cock squirted three, four, five thick streams of sticky white cream deep into the recesses of her womb, splashing back and squishing past the seal of my penis, overfilling her with the river of my spunk. It seemed like I came forever, squirting and shooting jet after jet of sticky white semen into her pulsating depths. I felt I squirted at least two gallons of my jism deep into her receptive body.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! PRIINN-CCEEESSS!! CUUUUU-MMM-IINNGGggg! YE-ES!"

Almost simultaneously, Riekie's feet dropped to the bed, drumming a tattoo then her hips lifted, and held as her entire body was wracked by convulsions and spasms. Her vagina squirted and soaked my balls with her hot fluids as she came and came, her body jerking and quivering with every squirt of my precious offering. Her muscles clamped and milked my spitting, jerking cock. Barely conscious, her eyes rolled into her head, showing only the whites, and Riekie screamed and screamed!

"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE! DAAAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!! DAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!"

Riekie's screams died out as our hips slowed to a gentler pace. Her tummy still convulsed in time with the jerking of my slowly deflating penis, her talented muscles gently massaging the last of my creamy baby makers from my spent balls. Panting, I collapsed in a swoon on top of my glorious blonde wonder as her arms wrapped about me tenderly. In time, I recovered my senses to the loving gaze of those marvelous azure eyes. Gasping, our lips joined in a sweet kiss of post coital tenderness.

"Riekie Lloyd, I love you. So much. Every time we make love, I fall deeper and deeper under your spell."

"Oh, David! You make me so happy! How were we able to spend so long apart without going insane? I love you so much!"

I don't know how long we lay there with her cradling me in her arms and whispering our love to each other. At length, my penis softened and fell out of her flooded pussy with a 'plop'. I tried to stand on shaky legs, but collapsed back onto the bed beside her, too weak to command my body to move. Riekie's body still convulsed in small after shocks, her tummy muscles fluttering and jerking. Legs weak and shaking, I finally kicked off my pants, tangled about my feet, and tried again to stand.

Although shaken and dazed, I was able to regain my feet on trembling knees, which I braced against the side of the bed, thus able to stand again without collapsing. I gazed down upon my ravaged love. Her pussy gaped and leaked a steady stream of sticky white fluid onto the bed below, her vagina pulsing as if gasping for air. She looked utterly obscene, her jeans and panties hanging off one leg. My God! What a picture of a well-fucked woman!

Riekie smiled weakly, still gasping for breath, her hands flopping weakly on the bed. "Wow! I don't ever want to do that again."

I knew what she meant, but felt like teasing. "What? You don't like making love anymore? Am I not good enough now?"

She reached for my hand and squeezed it tenderly. "No, Silly. I don't ever want to hold off again when I feel one of those urges. This started when we were at Mom's. I thought I could wait until we could make a gracious exit; but instead of easing like normal horniness does, it just kept building. That's why it was so intense this time — it was almost like I was relieving several urges at once. It felt great, but it's just too intense! I thought I was gonna die! It takes too much out of me! No wonder Carol Anne told us to stay home — she knows how strong it gets."

I remembered what Carol had been like. "Oh yeah! Fortunately we were always where we could slip away in a hurry. She'd be talking almost normally, then all of a sudden it'd be 'David! I need you NOW'. I'm sorry, Princess, we should have remembered better and told you more what to expect."

"Oh, I think you and Carol Anne prepared me OK, I just didn't grasp it completely — my education interfering I think. Well now I understand <giggle> and know to act quickly when I feel that way. Whew! You just might get raped in front of the whole family." Riekie pulled a face and groaned. "Unnngghh! Oh, Jeez! I gotta pee and Sweet Pussy's such a mess, she's leaking his Precious Stuff all over the place. I gotta get off the bed before I ruin it." She tried to move and fell back onto the bed. "Oh, darn... I'm so weak now I can hardly feel my legs." She moved her foot and grimaced, her hands flopped almost lifelessly at her sides.

Still very wobbly kneed, I understood. "Yeah. I know what you mean -- I can hardly stand. I'm as weak as a kitten. When one of you girls gets your urge, I'm so tuned in to you, I feel it too. I think I fainted, and my knees are like rubber. We better get you to the bathroom. Can you stand?"

"I-I'll try, but you're gonna hafta help me up."

I reached for her hands to pull her up, but she didn't have the strength to even pull herself to a sitting position. Still a little tottery myself, I managed to kneel on the bed beside her, slipped my arm under her back, and lifted her up to sitting. I tottered back from the bed, took her by the arms, and pulled her to her feet. She was able to stand — barely, swaying unsteadily. I turned to face her and placed her hands on my hips as she regained her strength and equilibrium. I slipped an arm around her waist and supported her as she tried to walk to the bathroom. She stumbled several times, and I became concerned.

Finally, I got her into the bathroom and seated on the toilet. She just sat there limply like a rag doll as she released her water. As she rested, she slowly regained some strength and was able to sit up by herself. I helped her off with her sweater, started the shower running, and then finished stripping myself. By the time I had everything ready, she seemed a little stronger.

I helped my exhausted lover to her feet and guided her into the shower. She was weak at first, and I had to support her, but the water seemed to revive her, and soon she was able to stand on her own. I took extra care to bathe and cleanse her, cleaning away the sodden mess in her sweet pussy, careful not to over stimulate those sensitive bits. She was still too wobbly to perform her usual sterling cleaning job on me, but she did manage to get her Sweet Prince clean with soap and water.

I helped Riekie from the shower and toweled her completely dry, wrapping her in a cocoon of love. She was almost literally purring as I helped her back into the bedroom. She showed me what she wanted to wear, and I dressed her like a small child. The poor dear seemed lost, moving in slow motion. I asked her if she was OK to navigate the stairs, and she thought she was. Arm around her waist, I guided and supported her downstairs to the kitchen. We were both so wobbly, it's a wonder we didn't crash down the stairs. Carol and Diane were back, and stared in open-mouthed wonder at Riekie's weakness as I led her to a chair where she collapsed. I dropped onto the one next to her, exhausted by my efforts to help her downstairs.

Carol came to Riekie and put her arms around her in concern. "Oh dear! What happened, Princess?" She gave me a bit of a chilly look that Riekie caught. "Did he hurt you?"

Riekie giggled and patted Carol's hand weakly. "No, Dear, David would never hurt any of us, you know that. Look at him — he's almost as bad off as I am. He's just a little bigger and stronger so he doesn't show it as much. It's my fault for not understanding my own body better. I just found out why I should have stayed in today like you said.

"I delayed satisfying that itch and when we did, it damn near killed both David and me. No wonder Pie and Jo told you guys to do it whenever it came over you and even said if you must do it in front of them then you must. If you wait, it just keeps building and building. It's like putting a spray bomb in a fire. Sooner or later something's going to burst, and it could actually be dangerous when it does — just too much energy released at once. This is totally outside my medical experience. Maybe someone in sports medicine might understand it. I think it's like the marathon runner that just gives it everything right at the last, and collapses after crossing the finish line except we kept that energy level for the whole race. Can I have a coffee — and make it SWEET?"

Diane fixed a coffee for both of us. She looked scared and confused. "When we came in the house, we heard both of you yelling. We all make a lot of noise when we make love, but this was so loud and... and almost violent. You were shouting at each other and almost sounded like you were having a fight. Your last scream sounded like you were in pain. That's why we were worried about you, Princess."

Carol and Diane finally took time to take a good look at me, and their faces paled. Carol cried, "Oh, David. I'm so sorry! I see now! Oh you poor man! Princess is right, you look terrible! How do you feel?"

She hugged me and gave me a sweet kiss. "I'll live, I think, but Princess is right. Another session like that, and I'll be done for, especially after last night. I'm tired now, but I'll be OK." I ordinarily don't take sugar in my coffee, but I sucked back the cup Diane placed in front of me greedily.

Diane saw how fast I drank my coffee, gave me a sweet hug and kiss then brought me another cup. "Oh, David. You look like Hell. You should go lie down. After last night and now this, you need rest."

I kissed Diane. "Yeah, Sweetness, I'm tired, but I think I'll be OK now."

Satisfied that no permanent damage had been done to either of us, Diane and Carol left us to our coffees while they went about finishing the preparation of the New Year feast. By the time she finished her coffee, Riekie thought she was sufficiently recovered to try to pitch in and help.

As Riekie started to rise from the table Diane spoke up from whatever she was doing at the counter. "Has anyone given any thought to what we're doing tomorrow?"

Riekie slumped back in her chair. "Not really, at least I haven't beyond resting from the last two weeks. Why?"

Diane frowned. "Princess, you of all people should remember what tomorrow is."

"Oh, shit! The twins' birthday, and Rhiannon's too, isn't it? Dammitalltohell! In all the rush of the last few days, I forgot! What are the kids gonna think of us? Today's the last entry in their diary, too. I would have remembered when I write it up tonight." As asked on Christmas Day, Riekie had been carefully making the daily diary entries, and today was indeed the last day of the twins' 'year' — their 1985.

Carol laughed. "Well, it's a good thing Muffin remembered. I've already got their cakes ready to go in the oven. <Carol was a fabulous baker, as I may have mentioned before.>. Now all we have to do is set up when, and what do we have for presents?"

Both Riekie and Diane laughed, and did their own mind meld speech.

Diane: "With children born..."

Riekie: "So close to Christmas..."

Diane: "I always get something..."

Riekie: "Extra to have for their..."

Diane: "Birthday. They get so..."

Riekie: "Much at Christmas, it's..."

Diane: "Easy to pick up something extra..."

Riekie: "For their birthdays."

Diane: "So we already have gifts..."

Riekie: "For them."

Carol, not used to kids at all, marveled. "I wouldn't have thought of it, but it makes sense. Say, Jenny's birthday is on the twelfth, have you already got hers, too, Muffin?"

Muffin moved to Carol and hugged her. "Mrs. Lloyd! How sweet of you to remember Jen's birthday. No, we usually get hers then, and catch the after Christmas sales. Mom and Dad always do the same as us, so they'll have presents, too."

Riekie laughed. "And so do Pie and Jo for the twins. I'll bet both sets of grandparents are fully prepared."

Carol shook her head. "I'll just have to get used to this. You two have been doing it longer than me. How be we have an early supper tomorrow night with just us and the grandparents and plan a big party for the girls next year with all their little friends? The twins will be settled in by then, and have their own friends."

Our three voices answered as one. "Good idea, let's do it." We all felt the touch of the other three minds in the room, and I realized that the non-verbal communication I'd felt developing amongst the whole group over Christmas was real. It wasn't just the wives, but I was included, although they communicated more like identical siblings then I did. Still, to feel the wash of warm emotion that came from them was awe inspiring. Continuing our link, the girls silently turned back to their work, with Riekie rising to join them. The kids' birthday was in capable hands.

Feeling a fifth wheel while My Wives performed their domestic chores, I tottered off to the living room with the kids and collapsed into my chair. I must have been truly exhausted, because I was almost instantly asleep. I regained consciousness a couple hours later to the sound of the kids noisily greeting their grandparents as our dinner guests arrived, and also found a very cuddly blonde bundle curled in my lap sound asleep. How or why I didn't awaken when she lowered her weight onto me, I don't know. She was wrapped securely and lovingly in my arms, so I must have awakened enough to welcome her aboard, but I had absolutely no recollection of it.

As I rejoined the land of the living with Riekie's warm curves comfortably ensconced in my lap and arms, I saw that the big dining room table was already set for dinner. Diane and Carol must have been in and out several times as they prepared for our meal. My movements, gentle and unobtrusive as I'd tried to be, wakened Riekie. Those wonderful blue eyes fluttered open and she sort of stretched like a cat, showing lots of lovely thigh as her skirt bunched against my lap.

She placed her lips on mine and gave me a soft, sensual kiss. "Mmmm! I feel a lot better, now." She snuggled in tighter. "This feels so nice! Mmmmm! I feel so safe and warm when you hold me."

I kissed her back. "Mmm-hmmm! You feel pretty good, too. How'd you get here? I thought I'd wake up if a gorgeous young thing crawled into my lap."

She giggled. "I tried to help the girls in the kitchen, but my knees were still wobbly. They told me I should be with you anyway because today is mine. I stumbled in here, saw you sleeping, and couldn't resist. When I sat in your lap, you mumbled, put your arms around me, pulled me close, and the next thing I know, I'm awake still here."

Holding her like that was wonderful. She snuggled in even closer and nuzzled my neck — she was so warm and cuddly, it just felt right. Just then Carol came into the room carrying a tray of appetizers and condiments for the table. "Hmmph! You two should get a room! <giggle> If you're awake, you might as well join the rest of us. Our guests are all in the kitchen and TV room." We could hear voices and laughter from the other end of the house.

"You two looked so comfy, no one wanted to disturb you by coming in here. Last I saw of either of you, you could hardly put one foot in front of the other then you're curled up together in David's chair sleeping like lambs. You guys looked so sweet! I even managed to get a picture of you. Too cute! <Giggle> How do you feel, anyway?"

Carol's smile as she said those words would have warmed the South Pole in June. She puttered about the table finishing place settings and making the table look perfect for dinner. All of our dinner guests were family and 'kitchen people', but my wives had decided to serve dinner in the dining room because of the numbers and in celebration of Judy's reunion with Paul.

Riekie stretched languorously. "I feel fine now — rested, except for a fluttery, quivery feeling like I'm waiting for something. I s'pose I should try to stand up before I make any final claims to full recovery..."

Carol interrupted her. "Uh, you just said you have a quivery feeling? When I got that, Mom told me I was getting close, that my body was telling me to be ready. It won't be long now, Princess."

Riekie laughed. "I hope not. I love making love with David, but these sudden urges can become a bit inconvenient and take a little of the romance out of it. Oh, well... we'll just do the best we can. Right now, we really should be better host and hostess. If you girls did the meal, the least David and I can do is entertain and serve drinks. Help me up, David." The only way I could help her up was to gently push her away then steady her as she turned and slid off my lap. As she rose to her feet, she smiled. "Ah! That's better! Guess I just needed a nap. How 'bout you, Husband?"

A little relieved at the weight coming off, but missing the warmth of her svelte body, I laughed. "Like you, I feel rested and refreshed, but I miss a certain very warm and cuddly body next to me. Here, now you can help me up." I held out my hands to her, and Riekie pulled as I rose from the chair. On my feet, we met in a tender embrace and shared a sweet kiss. "Have I told you yet today how much I love you?"

"No, Sir, I don't believe you have. Have I told you?"

"No M'lady, I don't recall. Let me tell you, though, Riekie Lloyd, my Princess. I love you. I love you. I love you — I love you a whole big bunch."

"Oh, David, I love you even bigger. I love you so much my heart aches when I can't describe it."

Carol, finished with her preparations at the table, joined us in a group hug. "You two make me feel all warm and fuzzy when you talk like that. I guess it's true what they say — happiness is like jam. You can't spread it without getting some on yourself. By making you guys happy this afternoon, it's made me happy. Muffin's been in and out of here all day, just watching you two with cow eyes. I don't know which one of you she's the most in love with, but boy! She's got it bad!"

Carol, snuggled into the two of us, didn't see Diane come in with her load of dessert goodies. She set them on the sideboard, and joined us. "Private party or can anyone join in?"

Carol and Riekie both held out an arm to her in wordless invitation. As she added her lithe form to our hug, Diane sighed, "I heard what you said, Mrs. Lloyd. You're right; I do have it bad, but not just for one or the other. Seeing you guys made me feel so good! I fell in love with both of you all over again. And then I'd watch the kids, and my heart was so filled with joy and love, I thought I'd burst.

"When I was working in the kitchen with you, Mrs. Lloyd, you were busy, and just didn't see me looking at you the same way. You'd be working this afternoon, concentrating on whatever it was you were doing, and I'd just stop and look. You took my breath away. I dunno where it's coming from, but today there is so much love in this house, it's almost overwhelming."

Carol melted into Diane as she described what she'd been feeling all afternoon. I noted that whenever Diane referred to her as Mrs. Lloyd, ever since she first used it as a term of endearment Christmas morning, Carol would get an extra warm glow in her eyes. I also noticed that Diane had started using it more frequently in the last few days. We all referred to my wives as Mrs. Lloyd at one time or another, especially in formal introductions or addressing them in public, but in private or amongst friends we used the more familiar pet names.

Diane's use of Mrs. Lloyd for Carol carried special significance as her private pet name for Carol. It may have stemmed from Carol's de facto position as First Wife, but it went back further to the night we told her our whole story. We were all in love, soul mates even, but I sensed that between Carol and Diane there was an extra special bond — a friendship that was to be almost envied if it hadn't been so pure and sweet.

We broke up our private love-in as my wives went to get our guests for supper. Soon I was joined in the living room by the rest of the family. Judy wanted to help but was told for tonight she was a special guest and to enjoy being waited upon. Even Mom got run out of their kitchen! She'd supplied the salad and the aunts had provided the dessert, but that was it. Drop it and skedaddle! When the aunts offered to help, as they reported to me in amazement, they got a taste of the one-person-in-three-bodies effect.

Carol: "Momma Pie and Momma Jo..."

Diane: "You watched our..."

Reieke: "Home for... '

Carol: "A week. Now it's..."

Diane: "Our time to..."

Riekie: "Serve you..."

Carol: "This is the first real entertaining..."

Diane: "We've done on our own..."

Riekie: "In our own home..."

Carol: "Together without other..."

Diane: "Help. Please let... '

Riekie: "Us do..."

Carol: "It by..."

Diane: "Ourselves."

My wives got their wish. The other women stayed out of their kitchen, although I could tell they felt a little awkward at not contributing. I was summoned to carve the turkey and dish up the stuffing, and the girls looked after entertaining as they went back and forth. When all was ready, the four of us served the main dishes and joined the family at table. The little ones still had to be served at a small side table, because we served twelve at the main table, and barely had room.

I occupied the 'head' of the table, Carol and Diane on my right, and Riekie on my left. Dad sat at the other end, with Mom on his right, and my uncle Doug on his left. Between Diane and Doug, were Judy and Jim. To Mom's right, between her and Riekie, was Jo, Paul and Pie. All the family 'sub-units', for lack of a better term thus were able to sit near each other, and my wives were able to leave the table if necessary to replenish dishes or remove empty bowls. Judy would have liked to be next to her dad, but was happy to be between her sister and her husband as well. Jim had known Doug for years, so that seating arrangement worked well.

Mom, as High Priestess, usually asked the blessing of the Goddess, but this day, she deferred to her apprentice, Diane, saying it was time she performed those duties and rites in her own home. Judy and Jim were new to the Old Ways rituals, and were a little nonplussed. I guess as our stories were told this afternoon, it had been neglected to mention that Diane was a full-fledged apprentice to the High Priestess. They knew about Mom, but not her. When Rhiannon and the twins joined her for the blessing that really knocked them over, and I saw that Mom was pleased as punch that the twins thought they were apprentices too. Whether Mom remembered or not — they had performed apprentice duties for Beth, and done a wonderful job.

Diane's prayer of thanksgiving was eloquent and emotional. She enumerated all the blessings bestowed upon us in the past year, from Judy's revelation that started her own healing process, to Carol's and my initial reconciliation, to our total reunification, and the reunion of Paul, his wives and his daughters. She thanked the Goddess for all these and the four new babies on the way. She prayed that Riekie would soon be joining them. Diane's special remembrance of Ben and what he'd done for us, brought tears to us all. She concluded by asking the Goddess to bless out home and the bounty of our table.

The meal itself, despite the 'formality' of the dining room was a typical Lloyd family affair. We shared in fellowship, fun and laughter. Toasts were made and drank to the various happy things that had happened in our collective lives in the last year. We had no wine, but more of that delicious punch the girls made for the party the night before. We didn't need the 'loosening-up' effect of alcohol to enjoy each other's company. Good food and good company were the only intoxicants we needed, and could dispense with the food if the company was good enough. Tonight, the food was excellent, the company better.

After supper, we men folk were shooed into the living room with our coffees while the ladies did the cleanup. My wives may have been able to keep the other ladies at bay for the meal preparation and serving, but were forced to allow them to help with the cleanup. Many hands make light work, and in very short order, the evidence of a feast disappeared.

We had nothing beyond the meal planned. After all, we'd had two parties in a row already. Tonight was a time to just relax and be with family. Judy and Jim still had questions, and we were only too glad to answer them. Diane and Carol pulled straight back chairs up close to mine while Riekie once again snuggled into my lap. I noticed Mom, despite her arthritis, had parked herself in Dad's lap. Paul and his family occupied the couch, with Judy, the picture of contentment, cuddling him from one side, Jim on her other. Pie and Jo occupied Paul's other side. The kids, content to leave the adults to themselves, watched a movie in the TV room.



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Chapter 94


After the hectic pace of the last week and a half, everyone seemed to want to just relax and unwind a little. The conversation was subdued as we visited and answered some of Judy's questions regarding our past and how we would pursue the future. One of her questions got us discussing our proposed legal arrangements. Of course, Paul and his wives were very interested in the same thing, as they would need to make similar arrangements. We ended up having quite a discussion on this, and several ideas were floated. We explained what we had decided during the trip home, and that we intended to act as quickly as possible once the Holiday season was over. Paul and his ladies decided to follow our lead and act quickly too.

From there, we talked about housing and our plans for a new, bigger house. The only concern we heard was almost unanimous, but was voiced by Dad. "Yes, a bigger house is definitely needed, but for God's sake, don't tear down the old one to make room. There are too many memories here to let them slip away like that."

I laughed. "Don't worry. This house will remain. What use we'll put it to, I don't know yet, but the new one is going up on the lot in the pines away from this one so it won't be disturbed."

When Mom and Dad severed the pines from the farm to build their new house, they also created lots from them for me and my sisters as early 'inheritances'. I had a two acre building lot at the north end of the pines to build our dream house. All the permits (septic, well, road access, etc.) and minor variances were already in place as part of the severance agreement with the municipality.

The evening wore on until the kids' bedtime, when we excused ourselves to tuck them in. The four kids climbed into the one big bed they'd made for themselves, and Ahab appeared out of nowhere. I swear that cat could teleport, as I was sure he had been outside. No wonder cats have a reputation as witches' familiars. The kids were tired, and after their goodnight hugs and kisses, settled right down, almost instantly asleep with Ahab stretched out in the middle.

As was our habit, my wives and I cuddled in the doorway as we watched them sleep. I do love cuddling with three warm, shapely bodies. Riekie startled us all except the kids when she snapped a quick picture. Except for our intense experience this afternoon and our subsequent nap, she had been snapping pictures like a mad thing all day.

In fact, the flash of a camera or the clicking of a shutter became so familiar at all times of the day and during every conceivable activity <YES! Yeah, I know — dirty old man — so sue me — they're MY wives... >, that we soon ignored it. It became like Carol's and my glasses — one of those things that was so routine we rarely paid any attention or note, except for the occasional curse as a photographer forgot and missed a shot because they ran out of film (lately, digital cameras have improved this situation, but even memory cards sometimes fill up at inopportune moments... ). It's made for some really great truly candid shots, and also, I never think to mention it much anymore.

We now have albums, hard drives and cd's chock-full of the type of pictures I think most families would love to have, but most never think to take or never have a camera handy to capture. Our archives may seem obsessive to some, but we have an almost complete photo record of our lives from late 1985 to the present. How many others, except for possibly heads-of-state, can say that? Most involve the kids, as was Riekie's original intent, but our love for each other is so deep, we have to try and capture that on film as well... A single photo from later in this year, of a pregnant Diane and a very-pregnant Carol, nude, holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes is still one of all our favourites — it embodies everything me mean to each other. I still can't figure out how Riekie got that one without them posing, but she swears she did, and the other two verify it, saying they never posed for the shot. Bottom line — I may seldom mention the taking of candid pictures throughout the rest of this narrative, but you can rest assured, it is happening — continuously, constantly and unremarked.

However, I digress... we rejoined our guests from tucking the kids in and visited for another couple hours. I was somewhat amazed Riekie didn't have one of her strong urges during the course of the evening. She might already be pregnant, but I doubted that, remembering the day Carol conceived. Once Carol got that quivery feeling of anticipation, it was several hours before she had that final truly urgent need, almost as if her body was preparing for the grande finale. Because I wanted her to see the stars, and realize her dream of seeing them, I hoped it was the same scenario for my beloved blonde goddess. Besides, I kinda liked the comet ride myself... 

Our guests left relatively early, with everyone gone by shortly after ten. Jim and Judy would have liked to stay over another day, but he had to be back to work tomorrow. Our late-night partying of the last couple days and the intense emotional stress of reunion had caught up to everyone, and my parents and Paul's family were no exceptions. They left at the same time as Jim and Judy, and again had to call Clyde down from the kids' room. I threatened to buy Dad a new pup and keep Clyde for ourselves, but he wasn't buying into that for a minute.

My wives and I sat up for a short time after our guests left, but we were all very tired too. Last night had left its mark on us. We may have awakened invigorated, but you don't expend that level of energy and not pay the price physically. Then Riekie and I had experienced that incredibly intense and debilitating episode earlier this afternoon as well. We were beat if no one else was... Still, Carol and Diane suddenly seemed livelier and mischievous. Joining hands, they giggled and ran up the stairs to the spare room. I heard Carol say to Diane. "C'mon! Let's have some fun!"

I fixed the furnace for the night while Riekie picked up the coffee cups and tidied up from our evening entertainment. Riekie and I were amused at the way Carol and Diane scampered off to have their own private fun, laughing at the image they evoked, and arm-in-arm we headed for our own bed. We paused to look in on the children, and arms about each other, watched them as they slept. True to form, they were once again in a tangled heap with Ahab woven in amongst them. We shared a tender kiss and embrace then headed to our room.

As we passed the spare room, the door was partly open, and we heard soft moans and giggles from Carol and Diane as they explored their own relationship. When we entered our room, we left our door ajar, too. It may have been Riekie's private time, but we didn't want to cut ourselves off completely from our other lovers either.

Riekie picked up a small parcel and headed for our bathroom. When I tried to follow, she pointed and told me to use the main bathroom. She acted just a little mysterious, but I'd been through this before (Or so I thought!), and kinda knew what to expect. I thought Riekie was trying to recreate the romantic atmosphere of our first private time, making this a true anniversary. Ah! The more things change, the more they stay the same!

It didn't take me long to get ready for bed. How long does it take to pee, brush your teeth, and have a quick wash anyway? I hurried back to our room to find the light off, some scented candles already lit, and the covers turned back, but no Riekie. Oh well! Women do take longer! I climbed into bed and waited. I heard the shower running then I heard her humming an oldies tune I recognized. My Girl! Either Carol had told her, or it was one of their mind-meld things. I somehow thought it was the latter. Shortly, the bathroom door opened, and Riekie appeared.

Magic! Dammit! I know I seem to beat that word to death, but how else to describe what I saw when she stepped (floated?) into the room that night! What a magical sight! Haloed by the soft, romantic candlelight, she was a vision of otherworldly beauty! I'd seen a similar apparition many years before, but lordy, lordy! That's one vision I'd never get tired of! Like then, she wore one of those little nighties — the thin material not quite transparent, but certainly translucent — that showed off every delectable curve.

Backlit by the soft flicker of the candles, the alluring shape of her luscious body was clearly outlined in a sort of luminous nimbus that made her mouth-wateringly ethereal appearance almost unearthly — truly apropos for this anniversary. The hemline came to mid-thigh, showing lots of bare flesh and the low cut top revealed the curve of her delightful boobies, her nipples making obvious dents in the flimsy fabric.

Riekie noticed the almost instant tent I made in the bedclothes and smiled seductively. That tent made a lie of how exhausted I had felt since this afternoon. It seemed I, or more appropriately, my equipment, was raring to go... Pirouetting so the hem flared revealing tantalizing glimpses of her shapely butt and blonde curls, she inquired sweetly. "You like?"

"What's not to like? You are breathtakingly beautiful! Edible! A touch of Heaven and the beauty of the Goddess Herself has graced this humble person with their presence tonight!" I know I can be a little silvery in my speech, but this hyperbole was a little over the top even for me! I hoped the Goddess would excuse my near blasphemy. I threw back the covers on her side of the bed, noting the large, thick bath towel in place for her already, and held out my arms. "Come to me my Princess."

Still backlit by the soft, flickering light of the candles, casting her in an almost wraithlike glow, Riekie seemed to float to the bed then slid under the covers, cuddling into my side. I wrapped my arm around her amazing warmth and held her close to me. Our lips met in a soft warm lover's kiss. Her fingers played in the hair on my chest. As our lips parted from the kiss, she whispered. "Can we just cuddle for awhile just like we used to? I don't want to rush. Can Rascal my Sweet Prince be patient with me?"

I kissed the tip of her pert nose. "Princess, we have all night to ourselves. I still have that fantasy of just holding you and cuddling, feeling your warmth against me. This is perfect, but I think <chuckle> your body will dictate how long we cuddle, not that... ahem... paragon of patience, Rascal."

"Mmmmm. Probably, but I still want to cuddle as long as we can." No argument from me! To hold this wonderful creature and bask in the love she radiated, was all I ever really wanted from her. She snuggled up even closer, her fingers playing in my chest hair, doing wonderful sensual things to my body. I held her close and nibbled on her ear. We exchanged sweet endearments and kissed tenderly, our love a warm fuzzy companion in the bed with us.

Nature overwhelmed reason though, our kisses grew more intense, more demanding and my hand found its way to her firm breast. I squeezed and tweaked her nipple through the thin fabric of her sexy gown, feeling it harden under my touch. Her hand wandered over my body, trailing her fingers lightly, sending chills of delight down my spine.

I moved my hand lower and caressed her thigh. Bringing it higher, I slid my questing hand under her gown, avoiding her treasure, and touched a succulent breast. I squeezed again and played her nipple some more. She arched her back, forcing my hand into firmer contact. I raised the nightie completely, exposing those wonderful irresistible orbs of flesh to view. I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. My whiskers tickled and teased the flesh of her breast, eliciting small gasps and even giggles.

"Oh! David! <Giggle> That tickles! Ni-ice! Mmmm!"

Riekie's breathing grew faster. She began to hump her pelvis gently against my leg, the heat from her mons almost scalding. I raised the nightie and she helped me remove it completely. She giggled. "I don't know why I bothered wearing it into bed. Clothes, no matter how sexy, and you <she tickled me> in bed are not a viable combination... <Giggle>". What can I say? I like my women nude, hot, willing... Well, you get the picture.

The impediment of her gown removed, I resumed my loving attack, kissing and sucking her boobies, tickling her with my bristly whiskers, making her shudder and squirm. My hand wandered to her lovely little pussy. She was already hot and soaking as my finger found its way into her tight opening. I felt her inner lips open as she spread her legs completely for me.

I rose, still sucking a nipple as shockwaves rippled through her body. I released her nipple and my mouth started a slow, teasing journey down her body, aided by the tickles of my whiskers, ending at her gorgeous blonde pubic mat. I buried my face and inhaled deeply, savouring the fullness of woman — My Woman — the scent so intoxicating in its richness and sweetness. Regardless of how many times it is said, or how crude it may sound, there is still no more wonderful aroma in the world than that of one's own woman when she's in heat, and Riekie, so close to ovulation, was most definitely in heat. I breathed deeply again, savouring the addictive ambrosia of her sex. I'm still just a pussy junkie, and I hope they never find a cure.

I dipped lower and licked her full length, my beard tickling and teasing the supersensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Riekie's whole body shook and convulsed. I drove my tongue as far into her as it would go, my nose rubbing that hard little nubbin. I ate and sucked and chewed. I played her hot little clit like a fine instrument, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her hands flew to my head, pulling me closer. I teased her mercilessly, licking her length with the full flat of my tongue, tasting her sweet nectar.

Riekie's hips bucked and jerked through three massive orgasms, so close together they almost seemed one continuous come. Her torso shuddered and convulsed, waves of ecstasy rippling through her. Her thighs clamped about my head, almost painfully as she came. I hardly noticed, lost in trying to breathe and lapping up her squirting juices. Grunting and gasping in release I was amazed she didn't scream!

"UH! UH! OOOOOO! MMMMMM! YES! UH! UH! SO-O-O GOO-OO-OOD! AH-AH!!"

Riekie finally relaxed back onto the bed as I slowed my loving attentions to her beautiful pussy, lapping up her copious spend. I crawled back up beside her and held her in my arms. I kissed her lightly, letting her taste herself on my lips, smell herself on my beard. She cooed and stroked my hair, those forever eyes looking lovingly into mine.

"Oooo, David! You know just what I like. It just gets better every time! I feel all warm and tingly."

She reached down to my penis, stroking it to full erection. "Mmmm! Rascal feels like he's ready to play. Make love to me now? Nice and slow and gentle? I want to feel every delicious inch as you put him in me, so go as slow as you can."

I kissed her tenderly as I maneuvered between her thighs, her hand still grasping and gently stroking my rigid pole. She drew her knees up and let them fall open in complete invitation as she aligned her friend with her opening. I entered her as slowly as I possibly could, letting both of us feel the exquisite pleasure of my gentle, slow penetration. Riekie's pussy, for all the use it had last night and this afternoon was still almost virgin tight and so hot! The heat from Riekie's pelvic region has been a constant source of amazement and extreme pleasure to me since he first time I noticed it all those years before. Her internal muscles massaged and squeezed as I slid into her molten depths. We looked deeply into each other's eyes as I slowly pressed into her. As I bottomed against her cervix and our hair mingled, she softly voiced her pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmm. He feels so good! So-o-o fu-u-ull. So-o-o Dee-eep. Mmmmmm!"

I backed out all the way and slowly re-entered her tight sheath, those marvelous muscles again exacting a toll of extreme pleasure on me, her hips rising to meet my downward thrust. The feelings were indescribably delicious. Again she cooed her delight.

"Ooooohhh. So-o-o-o-o goo-oo-ood. Mmmmmm! More..."

I withdrew fully and thrust in slowly several more times, letting her feel the full hard length of my penis as it slithered in and out of her clasping, pulsing sex, her hips rising to meet me each time, and she moaned her delight.

"Ooooooooooooooooo. Sooooooooooo Goooooood."

Each long stroke generated more profound reactions from Riekie. Her hips started to buck back a little harder each time. Her moans and groans got more insistent.

"Mmmm! Yes! Ooooo! Mo-ore! Oooo! I love it so-o-o! He feels so-o-o goo-ood!"

We picked up speed and force. I backed and filled, my pistoning dick pounding into her welcoming pussy like a steam locomotive gradually building to full driving speed. Her wonderful, talented vaginal muscles squeezed and pulsed rhythmically in time with my strokes, her arms wrapped tightly around my back and hips, pulling me deeper into her. Her knees were drawn up, feet planted firmly on the mattress, so she could push her pelvis back at me, her grunts and groans of encouragement louder, more insistent.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Deeper! David! Harder! Uh! Uh! Oh Yes! So Good!"

Ere long we were rutting hard and fast, her hips meeting my every thrust, in perfect counterpoint, her muscles massaging and milking. My balls pulled up tight against the base of my throbbing penis then I felt the overpowering rush as they built toward eruption and sensed her body tensing for her own massive spasm. We grunted and moaned together as our climax approached.

"UH! UH! OOOO! DAV-VID! UH! IT'S CLOSE!"

"UH! UH! PRIN-CESS! SO TIGHT! UH! UH! OOOO!!'

I drove into her furiously, her movements matching mine perfectly as the engine came to full speed, drive wheels churning, reciprocating piston driving. The end came. I thrust two or three times hard and deep and on the last long push froze deep within her as I felt that familiar blinding sweet pain of release. A surge of semen erupted from my balls. My throbbing penis hardened and swelled even more as a torrent of creamy baby makers spewed through, splashing deep into her womb in powerful squirt after squirt, spewing what felt like a couple quarts. As I came, her hips lunged upward against mine and held, her body wracked by a series of massive convulsions as she came hard under me, her fluids squirting hotly, soaking and dripping from my scrotum. In the throes of her orgasm, my blonde wonder grunted, yelled, and called my name.

"UH! UH! UH! YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! DAAV-VIIIDD!!OOOOOooooo"!

Gradually we relaxed, regaining our senses and breathing. I rolled to my side, carrying Riekie with me, still joined, our hips gently pumping together. Riekie locked her lips on mine and sucked my soul completely away, the total love in that kiss almost orgasmic in itself. My dick remained semi erect inside her as we cuddled and kissed. Riekie was ecstatic.

"Oh... David! I love you so much! You make me feel so-o-o-o wonderful! You fill me up so much! I felt every drop of his Precious Stuff squirt inside me! It's so warm and, and, and..." She ran out of words to describe the pleasure she felt.

I kissed her tenderly. "It's just your wonderful body and love drawing it out of me. When I love you, it's so special I just have to make it good for you. I feel wrapped in a cocoon of love when I'm inside you. With you, I don't need the extra stimulation of pheromones. I love you, Riekie Lloyd, My Princess, mother of my children."

She giggled, her muscles doing marvelous things to my semi-turgid member still buried in that wonderful place. She cooed. "Oooo! Mother of your children! God, David, I want that so much. God! I love you!"

As she spoke, Riekie continued gently worked her hips and muscles on my member, reviving it, but not rushing things.

I was lost in my love of this marvelous creature. "Oh, Princess, mother of my children, I love you. More than words can describe."

Riekie moved her hips a little more aggressively, my erection firmed up, looking for some more hot action. Feeling it, she giggled.

"Mmmm! Stop talking and love me one more time. Sweet Prince is awake again and Sweet Pussy is really itchy. She needs a really deep scratching."

I took that as my cue that she wanted a hard fast fuck, and obliged her. I rolled her to her back, never breaking contact between her friend and Sweet Pussy. I started with one long full stroke, then pounded and rutted her hard and fast. She pounded and rutted back just as hard and fast. All too soon we reached the peak and jumped together. We came in a flurry and I filled her again with what felt like another two quarts of thick white baby batter as she convulsed and bucked in a chain reaction of massive multiple orgasms beneath me. Each time I squirted a huge gob into her, she came hard and wet. I squirted four or five big dollops of my baby juice into her, and on each, her body leaped and shook beneath me, and she yelled.

"OGOD! DAVID! I FEEL HIM! I FEEL HIM SQUIRT! OH! OH! DAVIID!... OH! OH! DAVIIIIID!"

Once again an impressive and mind-blowing end to a short, fantastic rut. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her and rolled off, my quickly shriveling penis falling out of her with a wet 'Plop'. As I rolled to my back, Riekie regained some of her senses. She pulled her towel around her and promptly began cleaning my flaccid penis, whispering endearments to Rascal from Sweet Pussy. All the time she laved and bathed my shrunken, sated appendage, those marvelous azure eyes looked into mine. She looked a little silly with that towel wrapped around her hips, reminding me of a swami as she worked on my penis with her mouth — only I could come up with such a ludicrous image at such a tender moment.

I grinned and chuckled. Riekie lifted her head and gave me a quizzical look. "What's so funny, lover boy?"

I couldn't help it. "With your towel pulled up around you like that and tending to your friend, I was suddenly struck that you looked just like one of those Eastern fakirs charming a snake. I'm sorry, but my mind does conjure up some strange visions at the damnedest times..."

Rather than taking offense and having our evening ruined, Riekie giggled. "Ya think? Hmmm! This snake looks about worn out... Not much to be charmed here, I don't think. Maybe we oughtta let it rest for awhile, eh?" With that, she resumed her ministrations to her flaccid friend, and a potentially embarrassing and divisive moment caused by my irreverence was averted with love and laughter.

When I was clean to her satisfaction, she patted her friend tenderly, kissed the tip gently and told it, "Sleep, now Rascal my Sweet Prince." She lay down beside me, spreading her towel flat again, revealing her feminine charms. She cuddled close as I took her in my arms, kissed me sweetly, and in a moment of her own irreverence, Riekie as the little girl made a brief appearance and told me seriously.

"Ras-cal, my Swee-eet Prince fill-lled Swee-eet Puss-ssy all up! Yup he did! Uh-huh! He made a aw-ful mess in her a-gain, too! Uh-huh!"

I can't help it! Every time she does that, I break up! This sweet, wonderful, delectable, beautiful blonde creature of the gods was just too much! I laughed until tears ran down my face. I just had to get even. I attacked her as the tickle monster, tickling her mercilessly. She giggled and squealed like a kid, thrashing and writhing, making quite a din. Damn! We do have fun! Who'da thunk this middle aged medico could play like a kid! Me! That's who!

Gradually we subsided into kisses and petting and back to cuddling. We started talking and got ourselves lost in quiet conversation for a couple hours or more about almost everything under the sun and a few things above. As we talked, laughed, and traded silly gags, we fell even more deeply in love if that was possible. If we didn't fall deeper in love, we at least became more comfortable with what we had and with each other. Twenty years of separation and different life experiences evaporated and we became again the lovers we once were, but with a new and more profound understanding of each other. We eventually ran down and fell asleep in each other's arms.



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Chapter 95

I woke sometime later in the light of the failing candles to the wet warmth and pressure of Riekie sucking me gently. Releasing me, she sat back on her haunches for a few seconds, eyes riveted on my penis. She seemed lost in reverie as she stared at my hard dick.

By the flickering candlelight, I absorbed the breathtaking beauty of body. Her breasts were firm and full, gently rounded, about the size of grapefruit, topped with pink areolas about the size of a quarter, her nipples hard, slightly darker pink nubbins in the centre. Her tummy was firm with a gentle swell, that magnificent patch of blonde curls at the base, softly furring her prominent mons. In her pose, her thighs were open, and I could see her vulva, the outer lips open and pouting, the inner lips resembling the petals of a rose. I gasped at the sight, waking her from her reverential regard of my penis. Riekie looked at me, smiled lovingly and enquired.

"See anything you like?"

"What? No way! Nothing I like, but certainly something I love. Words alone cannot describe your beauty, My Princess. I know I say this all the time to all you girls, but words sometimes fail even me, and I can't come up with anything more poetic. You are simply one of the most gorgeous creatures ever to grace this earth. Poets would struggle to describe the beauty and perfection I see."

"Hmmm! I was just thinking you look pretty good yourself! I've fallen in love with your beard now, but what I really love is right here!" She giggled and grasped my penis in her small hand and bent to kiss it.

"He really is bigger than I remember, and you're bigger too. Carol Anne and Muffin told me you had a paunch, but I don't see any evidence of it now."

"Yeah, I told you, I grew a half inch my last year of high school. I don't know about Rascal, though. After My Girls left me, I never gave him much thought — he was just there, but he might have grown a little too when I grew that last half inch in height. As for that paunch I guess it was partly age, but mostly too much good food and too little exercise. Carol Anne teased me about it, so after that weekend with her, I decided to do something about it. Muffin had been teasing me a little about it too. Between them, I guess they got what they wanted and I needed. I feel the best I have in many, many years, and even if I do say so myself, I look a lot better, too."

"Well, at the risk of swelling your head, I agree — you did a really good job. You have really broad shoulders, especially now, and that flat belly with your beard is awesome. I'll probably be horny ALL the time now."

I teased her. "You mean you're not yet? You and Carol Anne were always horny! I think you're just looking for another excuse."

Riekie stuck her pretty tongue out, squeezed my penis, and moved to my side, hiding her charms from me, but still able to turn her head and look into my eyes as she played.

"Well, excu-u-use me! I think I'll talk to someone who has more respect!"

She bent to my penis and kissed the tip, her tongue probing into the slit, tasting my pre-cum, sending shivers of delight rocketing through my body.

"Oh, Rascal, my Sweet Prince! My goodness you look handsome! You grew a bit when I wasn't looking, thicker and taller! You seemed all worn out. Are you better now? May I kiss you and make you feel good?"

She looked to me for the answer, her gorgeous eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

"Yes, kiss him all you like. He really enjoys what you're doing to him. He says to tell Sweet Pussy she hasn't quite worn him out yet, and he's ready to feed her any time she wants."

She kissed my penis with a little more suction, her tongue working into the slit, lapping up my pre-cum and swallowing it greedily. My erection swelled and strained harder at her ministrations and silly talk.

"Oh! You are a rascal! Sweet Pussy says she's not hungry yet, but soon! She wants me to play with you a little bit first! You've had a busy day, and she doesn't want to wear you out."

Riekie proceeded to lick and suck me expertly. She sucked and licked and stroked, taking me almost to completion, then backing me down. She wouldn't let me come, taking me to the heights of passion, then denying release, but knew enough not to get me 'blue ball' hurting either. What Riekie was doing to me now was pure, unmitigated pleasure torture, and I loved it.

As she played and sucked and licked, talking to her Sweet Prince and telling him what a wonderful penis he was, my hand found its way between her legs, which she willingly parted to allow access, and I began absently strumming her clit and fingering her tight hole. Her juices flowed wetly down her thighs as she paid her delightful and teasing homage to my cock.

Riekie kept up her ministrations, almost driving me to distraction as she kept taking me up then denied release, but my hand in her pussy started her rising toward her own climax. I was about to burst, but she didn't want me to come yet. She released me from her mouth and just held me while I played and strummed her up again. Her hips began pumping and gyrating as she bucked back against my hand, forcing my finger deeper into her. Suddenly she bolted upright, her pelvis jerked hard and she yelped.

"Aiee! David! Oh, David! Oh!"

Then she ground her pussy back down onto my hand and convulsed again. I felt her pussy muscles squirm against my finger, and I saw her tummy flex and ripple. Riekie groaned, and jerked. Her eyes flew wide open. She held her grasp on my penis as she flopped onto her back, her knees up, pussy wide open and VERY wet. She cried out, pulling me to her.

"David! OGOD! Put Rascal in NOW! HURRY! HURRY! IT'S TIME! OGOD, DAVID! HURRYHURRYHURRY! IT'S TIIIIME!"

Recognizing the urgency in her shouted plea, I didn't hesitate. I mounted and plunged all the way to her depths seemingly in one continuous movement. As I neared the full depth, I touched her cervix, but instead of bumping it, it opened completely, and sucked the swollen head of my cock deep into her uterus, feeling like I entered her twice. The sensations were among the most intense I ever felt. There is a part of me that seems to watch almost in amused detachment. It watched and recognized the similarities between now, and when Carol and Diane came into season, and even this detached persona was elated at the probability that it was time.

Her cervix felt as if it was literally sucking on the head of my dick. I started stroking into Riekie as she rutted back into me. It couldn't last. The stimulation from her deliberately incomplete blow job had left me near blowing already, and these new sensations took me even closer to the edge.

Riekie's hips bucked back at me in a frenzy. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. Plunged into her cervix, I was inside this marvelous creature farther than I'd ever been before. My hips bucked and thrust as hers jammed back in perfect sync. Too soon, I felt the sudden lurch of my balls swelling and lifting close into the base of my penis and sensed that I was about to explode in a most extraordinary orgasm. Riekie's muscles clamped tight around my cock and her cervix literally sucked on the end. I felt it building and building to an explosion of unequaled ferocity. Riekie yelled and hollered her absolute joy and fulfillment.

"YES! YES! OH SWEET PRINCE! YE-ES! FILL SWEET PUSSY UP! FILL'ER ALL THE WAY UP! SHE'S HUNGRYYYYYY! OGOD! SO GOOD! OGOD!"

Together we hitched onto the tail of that old comet and rode it, thrusting and humping as one to the edge of space and beyond. We sailed ever higher, glimpsing meteors and shooting stars as our bodies ground and thrust together, trying to merge into one. In a delirium of lust and love, we rode that comet farther and farther. Once again I saw the myriad hard diamond points of distant stars against the velvet black backdrop of interstellar night. My balls lifted and swelled impossibly as we soared toward the apogee of that wild joyous ride to the edge of infinity and beyond. Wanting to share our consummate joy with the world, we yelled and hollered our ultimate consummation together, our souls completely joined.

"YES! YES! OGOD! YES! WHAT A RIDE! OGOD! WHAT A RIDE!"

Riekie's hips lifted and locked, her feet planted firmly on the bed, as the pent-up pressure in my balls exploded down the length of my cock. I felt it harden and swell even more, and then... KABOOM! An explosion of light and sensation erupted in my mind! My balls seethed and boiled, then erupted in the most mind shattering orgasm I had ever experienced, more intense even than that with Carol, which had nearly taken my wits. Parsecs into the depths of interstellar night, surrounded by the cold white pin pricks of distant and innumerable stars, I was blinded by the enormous silent blue white flash of a gigantic super nova, as my balls heaved, erupted and spat their precious cargo of millions of little wigglers. White-hot jets of thick creamy sperm squirted and squirted and squirted from the tip of my penis, splashing and washing deep into her receptive womb and I felt her uterus contract and squeeze around me. I screamed.

"OGOD! PRINNN-CESSS! CUUUUMMMIIINNNNGGGgggg!"

She screamed in reply. "YES!YES! DO IT, DAVID! CUM IN ME! CUM, DAVID! FILL ME UP! FILL ME WITH HIS PRECIOUS STUFF!!"

Her cervix seemed like a vacuum as it sucked every drop of baby making juice from my raging penis. I've come hard many times, but this was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Yes, I rode the comet with both Carol and Diane, and came harder than I ever remembered, but this with Riekie was beyond imagining — I think because she wanted so much to ride that comet and see those stars.

My balls lunged and heaved. My furiously erupting cock squirted and squirted and squirted gob after gob after gob of thick creamy baby batter into her greedy womb. It felt like I squirted and hosed several quarts of little wigglers into her convulsing womb as they sought out the egg they knew was there. Even as my balls relaxed from their heavy discharge, Riekie's grasping, clutching pussy milked and sucked as my penis jerked and oozed, squeezing out even more of my life creating fluid.

As I squirted what had seemed like a Niagara-like torrent in the greatest volume of sperm I ever released, Riekie's hips lifted and held in her own orgasm, her muscles massaging the length of my cock, rippling and pulsing. Her body contracted and convulsed with each high pressure squirt from my jerking, spitting penis. Her pulsing vagina squirted and soaked my scrotum with her scalding fluids, but not a drop of semen escaped to leak back and mix with her own copious spend. She dropped back onto the bed, her arms and legs wrapped tight about me, pulling me even deeper, and she yelled and hollered in absolute consummated joy and wonder!

"YES!!YES!! DAVID!! STARS! STARS! YES! WE DID IT! WE DID IT! STARS! OH GOD, DAVID! WE DID IT! OGODOGODOGOD! WEEEE DIIID IIIT!!! DAVID! OH, YEAH!! STAARRSS!! OGOD, DAVID! STAARRSS! I SEE STARS... STAAAAARRRSSSS!!!" Riekie's language skills broke down under the assault of her joy and ecstasy, and her voice trailed off to wondrous babbling and incoherence.

And I knew!

Finally spent, I dropped onto her breasts, gasping for breath, my mind still dazed at the brilliant light show in my head. Riekie hugged me to her continuing to murmur incoherently, joyfully in my ear, kissing and licking all over my face. Riekie broke down, tears of joy streaming down her face. She gasped and stammered.

"D-David! S-s-stars! O-oh God! I-I saw those s-stars! So beautiful! Stars! I-I had no i-idea! Ooooo, gaawwdd!"

She regained her composure a little and hugged me close to her, murmuring "Stars! Stars!"

At last, I rose up a bit to take some weight off her and gazed into the infinite depths of those gorgeous eyes. She wore the happiest, most contented smile I ever saw. Her eyes sparkled and danced and I swore I could see stars swimming in their azure depths. I started to ease my still hard penis from her, but she locked her legs around my hips and insisted.

"No! Don't take him out! Leave him in! Let him soak! It's his reward! Sweet Pussy is so happy with him, she doesn't want to let him go!"

Neither of us moved for some time as I felt her cervix sucking contentedly on my cock, keeping it hard, sealing in that enormous torrent of potent sperm Rascal and I had just delivered. What a team! Riekie's eyes welled again with tears of joy and happiness, the stars twinkling and dancing in their depths

The most delightful flush covered her entire body, radiating up from her pelvis, across her breasts, disappearing into her beautiful blonde locks and didn't appear to fade. Her skin fairly glowed. Riekie and Carol had always had that post orgasmic flush after making love which I'd first noticed when we were teenagers, but this was a notch above.

Riekie giggled, bubbled and enthused like a giddy teenager. She hugged and kissed and pulled me deeper into her. "Oh, David! I love you so much! Rascal, MY Sweet Prince filled Sweet Mrs. Pussy all up, and she was so hungry, she didn't and won't spill a drop!"

Grasping, the import, I asked a little breathlessly, "Sweet Mrs. Pussy?"

Riekie bounced and vibrated with ultimate joy. "Oh, yeah! She can't be just 'Sweet Pussy' any more! She's pregnant! We're pregnant! WE DID IT, DAVID! WE DID IT!" Her last yell echoed around the walls of the room.

I rolled us to our sides, keeping my penis firmly in place, sealing her womb. At her words, it seemed to get harder again and she felt it. Riekie wiggled her hips suggestively, but not enough to dislodge me from her uterus, her cervix grasping me tightly.

Knowing, because I'd been through this three times before, but wanting to know how she knew (Hey! I'm an information junkie as well as a pussy junkie!), I begged, "I don't doubt it for a minute, My Sweet, but how do you know?"

She smiled blissfully and kissed me on the lips, her warm body snuggled tight to mine, our pelvises joined.

"I'm almost embarrassed to describe it like this. It seems all my professional training and vocabulary has fled in light of what I sense and know right now. Let me try. It was almost like Carol Anne and Muffin described it, but what they described doesn't come close to the actual feeling. When you made me come with your hand, I felt something inside me go 'Ping!' and then something inside Sweet Pussy seemed like it flopped over or turned, and this wave of knowing it was the right time washed through me. Mom and Carol Anne were right when they said I'd know when the time was perfect, and oh! What a sensation that is! It was like... Oh! I can't even begin to describe what it was like!"

I knew, too. When her body opened completely, allowing penetration into her uterus, and I squirted that gigantic volume of baby juice deep into her with all those fireworks in my head, I knew.

Riekie continued. "And then Rascal, My Sweet Prince filled Sweet Pussy up so full, more full and deeper than ever. I felt his Precious Stuff in places I've never felt it, so warm and good, and I SAW THOSE STARS, Oh God, David those stars I longed so to see! We went way out, didn't we! I saw a huge exploding supernova, there was a flash of light from deep inside me, and I knew not only was it time for me to conceive, but I did, and that his Precious Stuff found her egg and joined with it, and that explosion of light was OUR BABY! David! OUR BABY! Made by us... Together...  At last!"

I was overwhelmed with joy, my heart bursting with it. I wanted to shout it from the highest mountain! "Our baby... Oh God, Princess, my Little One! After all these years, together, we finally made a baby in you! Our child!"

I broke down and wept for the sheer joy, Riekie holding me close. My tears finally subsided, and I gazed into those sparkling eyes again.

"Riekie Lloyd, I can't begin to tell you how much I love you. Language fails to describe what I feel right now."

Riekie rolled to her back, carrying me onto her, her hips moving suggestively. She kissed me hungrily and whispered.

"Then show me..."

We made passionate love again, slowly at first, but building to a new crashing crescendo of love and life as we toured among the stars yet again. I spurted another huge load of thick sperm deep inside her uterus and her cervix sucked me dry once again. As we came together, she again shouted her completion to the world.

We rolled to our sides, my penis, now soft, still clutched in her depths, sealing our love deep within her, bathing her womb and ensuring the life of our new child. We fell asleep holding each other, still joined, basking in that post coital bliss that true lovers share.

We awakened together a little later. The sun wasn't up yet, the night sky still dark and full of stars. Still joined, and refreshed by our short sleep, my penis had recovered some of its firmness. We kissed tenderly and lay in each other's arms, basking in our love and joy. We talked a little, reveling in our closeness and this new bond of pregnancy.

Riekie started moving her hips suggestively. "Sweet Mrs. Pussy is hungry again... starving even. Would it be possible for her mate, Rascal to rustle up a quick bite for her? Maybe just a snack, even?"

I rolled her to her back, my now fully erect penis nestled securely in her womb, her cervix munching happily on the knob. "Can the estimable Sweet Mrs. Pussy handle a full meal? Rascal, her Sweet Prince rummaged around in the cupboard and found the makings of a gourmet repast for her epicurean delight."

Yeah, I know... I get carried away with the anthropomorphizing myself.

Riekie giggled in delight. "He did? That's wonderful! She's so hungry, I bet she'll swallow every bit and not make any sloppy mess at all!"

I tried a tentative thrust and was rewarded with her thrusting back. "Just tell that starving creature not to count on any extra snacks for a while after this. She'll hafta wait until later, maybe, for breakfast."

She sighed, "OK... She's been working so hard, breakfast will be better than a snack when he's ready"

I moved my hips, and in complete synchronicity, Riekie's were there to meet me. We started slow, but soon we were rutting and fucking like the true animals in heat we were. We were sure we were pregnant, but... a little insurance never hurts... We thrust and humped into each other for an eternity, pure joy and love in our mating, reprising the unbounded happiness we felt when we were kids, our love fresh, new, and shining. We shone up that old love and piled on new. Our delight and wonder in each other's bodies was the same we felt all those years ago, and our hope for our future was renewed with a brilliance we never dared dream even in the exuberance of youth.

All too soon, our passion peaked as yet again we grabbed onto the tail of that old comet, riding it back to the stars. Our hips heaved and churned together, my penis driving into those newfound depths of her now gravid womb. We rode that comet up, up and away, marveling at the stars and meteors together.

We rode higher than we'd gone before, our breath gasping and panting in the rarified atmosphere of space. We reached the apex together, hips heaving and grinding in perfect counterpoint, mouths sealed together, tongues probing, tasting, dueling in love. As we soared to the farthest reaches of the comet's orbit, we exploded in orgasm together. My hips plunged, burying my erupting, spewing penis fully into her welcoming depths. Riekie's spasming muscles convulsed and rippled, milking the precious, rich sperm out of my balls through my swollen penis as her cervix sucked and gulped, taking it all. Sweet Mrs. Pussy dined on Rascal, her Sweet Prince's precious offering, and dined well.

As we reached the pinnacle and saw the hard diamond points of stars in the depths of interstellar space, we shouted our love and joy together. The walls rang with our joy, and the noise of it echoed down the halls of the old farm house. The very timbers and rafters rang and shivered with the outpouring of our happiness.

"YE-E-E-SS! WE DID IT!! WE DID IT!! PRAISE... THE... GODDESS!! WE DID IT!"

We recovered gradually from our latest trip to the stars, our hips churning together, slowly winding down. Little spasms and aftershocks of orgasm and pleasure ripped through us as Riekie's glorious pussy milked my still jerking spitting dick dry. As we slowed and caught out breath, Riekie grinned mischievously, threw back her head and in pure joy and exuberance, howled her delight and fulfillment to the world.

"AIEE! AIEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!! YIP! YIP! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!"

From across the hall, I heard joyous shouts and cheers from our wives, who had obviously heard us. Diane hollered out. "YIPEE! YOU GO, GIRL! YOU GO! WAHOOOooo!!"

Then, out of the stillness, an answering howl from both.

"YIP! YIP! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!! EEEHAAA!"

The howling from the spare room ended in hysterical giggles and laughter. I thought leaving the doors of our rooms ajar was a really good idea. We each had our privacy, but at the same time, we were able to share in the joy and wonder of the moment.

And just like that time with Carol, away off in the distance, we heard a faint answering joyful howl that sent chills down my spine but also seemed to fill me with a deep peace. It sounded amazingly like Old Clyde, and this time I did not doubt. Strange things have happened in my life before, so for a favourite old dog to answer a howl across time and space in celebration of the creation of new life wasn't as strange possibly as I might at first think.

Closer, a passing coyote added his own joyous voice to the celebratory racket. "Kaiyii!! Kaiyii! Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrooooooooo!"

Finally, we rested, rolling to our sides, laughing and giggling at the exuberance of all this wonderful howling. My sated penis wilted and sagged, falling from Riekie's pussy with a sucking sound, and I swore I heard Sweet Mrs. Pussy actually smack her lips in satisfaction. Riekie cooed and cuddled close, kissing me tenderly. She gazed lovingly into my eyes. I saw brilliant adamantine stars deep in the azure blueness of hers, and I'm sure she saw the same in mine.

She asked in childlike wonder. "David, did you see what I saw? I saw them again — meteors and comets and shooting stars and hard points of light against deep black. We went way far out that time, farther than we did before, didn't we? If we go any farther, do you think we'll ever want to come back?"

My reply was awe filled and reverential. "Oh! Princess! I saw everything you saw! It was awesome! If we ever go that far again, like you said, we might not want to return. I've been out there with Carol Anne, and we had the same experience."

Then, with wonder in her voice, Riekie asked, "Did you hear Clyde? He sounded a long ways away, but I'm sure it was him. It sounded just like that day in September when I thought I heard him. He sounded farther away this time. Somehow I don't think we'll hear him again."

I had one of those moments of startling clarity. "The first time I heard him, with Carol Anne I doubted, but now I'm sure it was him. It sent chills down my spine, but made me feel good, too. I think you're right. I think he hung close to the boundary between here and there, wherever 'there' is, waiting to share in the joy of our conception. He was cheated in life of the chance to howl with you and Carol Anne in your ultimate joy. Now he can rest in peace."

Riekie stared at me in wonder. "Jeez, David! That is just so sweet! Imagine that old dog Carol Anne and I loved so much waiting for us to make babies so he could sing with us!"

She cuddled close and happily, hummed that oldies tune (My Girl!) for a few minutes, just vegging, then Riekie pushed away from me and knelt to my soft, satisfied penis. She took me in her mouth and kissed, licked, and sucked, thoroughly cleaning me.

She spoke softly and lovingly to my sated appendage. "Oh! Rascal, Our Sweet Prince! Sweet Mrs. Pussy loves you so much! You fed her and filled her up and made a baby in her! She's so happy! And she's learned manners, too! See? Just like I said, she swallowed every bit, and never spilled a drop!"

To prove her point, Riekie spun around and opened up in a wanton pose, exposing herself completely to view. "How does she look, David?"

I stared, enraptured at the sight of Riekie's gorgeous vulva. I could never get tired of looking at her beautiful sex. Riekie's blonde-furred pussy appeared slightly swollen and flushed. Her vaginal opening, normally gaping and leaking profusely after a good fuck, was puckered tightly closed. Her outer lips were still open, and her thighs glistened with her juices. Her sweet pussy looked full, and I thought her tummy even looked a little distended. Her whole lower body and vulva was flushed, glowing, radiant. Damn! I just cannot get enough of that woman's pussy!

I crowed in delight. "Fan-fucking-tastic! God damn, Woman, you still have the most beautiful pussy in the whole world! Sweet Mrs. Pussy did swallow her whole meal without making her usual mess. I don't see a bit of Precious Stuff. She's a little messy from her own juice, but none of his, and she looks absolutely stuffed full. Here, let me clean that up for you."

Any excuse to see and taste that vision of feminine pulchritude! Riekie held her pose as I crawled between her open thighs to worship at her Temple of Venus. I licked and sucked, tasting and drinking the oh-so-sweet nectar of her juices. I even cleaned well between her cheeks, not wanting to miss even a tiny bit of that heavenly drug, giving her a small orgasm in the process, then licked up the fresh sweet juice from that. Once a pussy junkie, always a pussy junkie. May they never find a cure!

When I finished, I again gazed lovingly at the most beautiful pussy in the world. It was probably just my imagination, but I swore I saw her inner lips smile! Now THAT"S a well-fucked pussy!

Riekie turned back to me and we cuddled in each other's arms. We kissed sweetly and drifted off to sleep. I don't remember my dreams clearly, but they were certainly pleasant, filled with visions of a blonde goddess and beautiful children.



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Chapter 96


I woke again as the first pale streaks of dawn turned the Eastern horizon pink. Riekie was curled into me in a spoon, her delicious curves warming me. Sensing I was awake, Riekie turned to face me, and kissed me lightly on the lips, a silly little smile on her face. She rubbed that furry little pussy creature on my leg suggestively as she kissed me again, a little more demandingly. Her hand trailed between us to my penis, and stroked it gently.

She whispered. "The sun's starting to come up. Didn't you promise Sweet Mrs. Pussy some breakfast? She's getting awfully hungry again, and wants to know what Rascal was able to come up with."

Her furry rubbing on my leg, her sweet kisses and her hand on my penis all had the desired affect, and her friend, Rascal rose to the occasion.

I laughed. "Well, I don't know what Rascal came up with, but it seems I've come up with something."

She giggled in delight. "Well SOMETHING came up in my hand. What do you suppose I should do with it?"

"Anything you want, just don't break it. I've already had one scare, and the potential for some very annoyed and frustrated females."

Riekie giggled hysterically at that. "Oh, I won't break it, but I might bend it a little."

As she giggled at her own joke and continued to stroke and fondle my penis, I scooted down a little, and took a succulent pink nipple in my mouth. I sucked and teased it with my tongue. Her hand came to the back of my head as I nibbled and sucked, holding me to her breast. I released it and moved to the other, doing the same. Riekie moaned in pleasure. "Ooooo! Mmmmm! That's niiiice! Ooooo! They're so sensitive! Not too hard! Ah! Yes!"

Riekie's warm hand on my erection became demanding in its stroking and soon had me worked to a raging hard-on. She pulled her nipple away from my mouth and lowered her mouth to me for a kiss. She started Frenching and that damn tongue-suck, making my boner even harder.

She spread he legs completely, and pulling me by the penis toward her, whispered. "Oh! Sweet Mrs. Pussy is so hungry! C'mon, Rascal, my Sweet Prince, master chef, show us what you cooked up for her breakfast! Put him in me, NOW, David. Pleeeese? HURRY! HURRY!"

Her urgent plea spurred me on. I swung between her outstretched legs. As I did, she released my penis from her hot grip, wrapped her arms around my neck, and drew her knees up and out, opening her sex to me completely. I lowered my hips and entered her in one long smooth stroke. As I bottomed, I felt her cervix open again and welcome the head of my penis in. I plumbed her to what seemed like even newer depths. I felt her cervix pulsing around the knob of my cock, and she groaned in pleasure as I hit bottom, my pubic bone mashing her clit. She was so tight and hot and wet! My pleasure was deliriously indescribable.

"Ooooooo! Mmmmmm! David! OOooo! SO good! So full! So deeeep! Leave him there for a minute! Let me feeeel him inside me! That's so-o-o-o goo-oo-ood!"

I left my dick buried deep in her uterus while we kissed. I felt my heart might burst with the love I felt for this glorious creature of the gods. As she released me from our kiss, I looked deep into her eyes and whispered. "Riekie Lloyd, My Princess you are my very soul. You own my heart. Oh God! I love you so much!"

She giggled, causing amazing sensations on my cock as her giggle sent ripples through her muscles and cervix. She nuzzled my whiskers, and whispered back. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No, just two others, and all of you own my heart and soul. Together, with me, they own yours too."

Riekie sighed in happiness and pulled me closer, her legs wrapping around my butt.

"Oooooo! To be so loved! Most people would die for just one True Love, and I have three! Love me now, David. Let Sweet Prince feed Sweet Mrs. Pussy her breakfast of Precious Stuff! We're pregnant, but we need the love of the act. Feed her and love me." I moved, burying deeper. "Oooooo! So good!"

I moved my hips, withdrawing almost completely, then plunged back in, feeling her open her deepest recesses to my invasion. I stroked three more long slow thrusts into her hot wetness, her hips rising to meet me on each, and on each stroke she moaned and cooed her delight.

"Oooooooo! So goo-oo-ood! Don't stop! Doooo Meeee! DAVID!? Something's ha-a-a-p-pening again! DO IT! DO IT! HURRYHURRYHURRY!!"

Her cries became more urgent, her muscles clasped and rippled harder, faster. Once again, I responded almost instinctively to her urgent begging as my hips moved faster and harder, the strokes shorter, more pounding. I thrust in and ground my pubis into her clit on each downward stroke. Riekie bucked and ground her pubis back into me in perfect counterpoint.

We moved faster, rutting and fucking hard, like the untamed creatures we were. I caught the tail of that comet again, and took her with me for another ride among the stars. My hips pounded and thrust. Her hips matched mine in perfect sync, her inner muscles rippling and massaging my cock as it pumped and pounded into her sopping, sperm soaked womb. She begged for more.

"HARDER! DEEPER! OOOOOO! DAVID! DOOOOO MEEEE! LOOOOVVE MEEE!!"

Our hips pounding and thrashing together, we rode the comet together, to the edge of space and beyond. Once again we saw the diamond hard points of the stars against black night. More comets and meteors flashed around and past us as we rode the comet's tail. We pumped and heaved against and with each other, our passion building and building. The pleasure rose and rose, and as we thought it couldn't get any more intense, it rose a bit more.

I felt my balls swell, heave and lift, preparing another precious offering for delivery. My penis, impossibly, swelled even harder. Riekie's hips pounded back into mine, her muscles clamping, grasping, massaging. We neared the acme of the comet's trajectory together. My balls tightened as her muscles clamped hard on my raging cock. Riekie cried her pleasure.

"OGODOGODOGODOGOD! UH! UH! UH! DAVID! I SEE THE STARS! DAVID! OGOD! STAAARRRS!"

My own grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room as we fucked and rutted in unison, trying to get just that little bit closer to eternity in the stars. The comet reached its farthest point and again, I saw the brilliant blue white explosion of a supernova as my balls erupted with a volcanic explosion, blasting gob after gob after gob of thick, warm sperm deep into her womb through my pulsing jerking cock. I yelled my release and joy.

"OGOD! I'M CUUUUMMMIINNGGG! YES! YES! STARS! PRINCESS! STAAARRRSSS!"

Riekie's hips locked and lifted as my furiously erupting member plumbed into her scalding depths and held in one last powerful stroke, bathing our baby in warmth and love. Her muscles rippled and spasmed around and along my cock, sucking out every last drop of warm, life giving baby juice. Her arms pulled me tight as her legs locked around my butt and pulled me even deeper, her hips jerking with each spurt of my cock, filling her womb as I squirted and squirted what seemed like gallons and gallons. And she yelled and yelled and screamed her fulfillment to the world.

"YEEEEESSSS! STAARRSS! OOOO YEEESSSS! I FEEEL IT! I FEEEEL IT! UH! UH! UH! DAAAAVVVIIIIDDD!! OOOO YEAH! OH! OH! DAAAAVVVIIIDDD! I FEEEEEL IT! SO-O-O-O GOO-OO-OOD!! I SEE IT! THERE! SO BRIGHT! OGOD! SO BRIGHT!"

I collapsed onto her, swooning, gasping for breath, my spent penis twitching and jerking within her depths, her muscles milking and stripping out the last morsel of my spend. The mouth of her cervix pulsed and gripped, like a baby sucking a nipple. I rolled to my side, carrying her with me, still joined as we slowly got our breathing under control. Riekie smiled dreamily as we regained our senses, her hips pumping gently against me, careful not to dislodge my penis from her womb.

"Oh! He feels so good in there! He's so deep! Even now, he's so deep. I felt every squirt of his Precious Stuff! I think I came every time her squirted! He filled Sweet Mrs. Pussy to the brim with his wonderful breakfast and she swallowed it all!

"Oh, God, David! I love you so much! You gave me a baby, and you've given me so much more! You've given me you and the stars! You gave me love and hope and life! And now you've given me more yet! I saw the bright flash again! TWINS, DAVID, TWINS AGAIN!!"

She nuzzled my whiskers and I kissed her lips softly, tenderly. I pulled her close, and whispered. "Oh, Little One, my beautiful blonde Princess, I love you so much! I saw the flash, too, and knew we made twins."

We cuddled close, and dozed off, my still almost hard penis planted firmly in her flooded womb, sealing in Rascal, her Sweet Prince's latest offering of love and life.

It was well past daylight when I woke again to the sounds of people moving about, as the daily routine of our household started again. Riekie was still pulled up tight against me, sound asleep, her beautiful face even more beautiful as she slept in the early morning light. My penis, still buried deep in her from our early sunrise rut, was fully erect in my normal morning woody, which I noticed was buried to her cervix, but not in it. Sweet Mrs. Pussy just nibbled at the tip as we lay there. My bladder was not overly full, and I stayed still, just enjoying the feeling of her warm pussy surrounding me and the joy of waking up to and in such a wonderful creature. Even in sleep, her internal muscles worked and pulsed, like an infant sucking the nipple in its sleep.

As I watched her sleep, she woke with an impish smile and moved her hips suggestively. The temperance lady made an appearance, her voice a perfect caricature.

"Oh! You dirty old man! You have that-that thing stuck up inside me again! Whatever am I going to do with you? You're just a beast! Like all men! You just know you're going to move it all around in there and make it spit all that gooey stuff and make just a horrible mess, now don't you? You're nothing but a disgusting pervert, sticking that thing in a young woman with all that pushing and shoving and grunting! I'm just an innocent maid, and you, you MAN, you... you ravished me and made it squirt all that sticky baby making goop up inside my innocent young body making a mess! You probably think it's funny to shoot that icky stuff until it leaks out and makes my pretty curls all yucky! It was so disgusting!! Why, I thought I'd die! I bet I'm pregnant now! I must be, after all that icky white stuff you pumped into my poor body! Why! I bet you even wanted to put a BABY in me, you, you awful man, you!"

"Uh, the thought had occurred to me Ma'am, but seeing as I already made two, and if it's going to be that much trouble I suppose I could take it out."

"Don't you dare, young man! If you do, you'll probably make me put that awful thing in my mouth and squirt all that goopy stuff down my throat! If you must make it squirt again, right where it is will be best."

"Whatever you think, Ma'am. I'm just here to please. I wouldn't want you mad at me for squirting down your pretty throat, although it might make less mess, and certainly won't mess up your pretty curls."

"Well, at least you have some consideration and manners! Now why don't you start moving that, that thing and see if you can make another baby? Besides, my pretty curls are already a mess. Even a pervert like you can't make them much messier!"

I rolled her onto her back and started to thrust into her, contemplating that maybe she was being just a little greedy. We already made twins and now she wanted triplets?

"Always glad to oblige, Ma'am, but isn't two enough?"

Riekie dropped out of character as I started to move more intently.

"Ooooo! David, I just love waking up with you inside me! It feels so delicious. Ooooo! That feels good! Uh! Uh! Two is fine, but practice makes perfect."

Then she went off on another metaphorical tangent! "Now... Mister Conductor, hitch up your train and FUCK THIS GIRL!"

A memory tweaked me, as it must have her. I grinned and called out. "All Aboard the Fucking Train! 'BOARD!"

I slammed once hard into her as the great engine's wheel started to churn. The bed shook and vibrated as the whole enormous machine began to pull away, chuffing and puffing. I fucked her. I fucked her hard. I fucked her fast. Riekie fucked me. She fucked me hard. She fucked me fast. We fucked each other hard. We fucked each other fast, grunting and yelling our passion.

We rutted and thrashed and rutted some more. The great piston of my cock thrust and stroked in and out of her grasping pussy like the drive rods of that great locomotive. Her pussy spasmed and massaged around my pistoning cock, milking it. Our hips humped, bucked, and gyrated in perfect sync as our train of love pulled clear of the station and gathered speed and momentum down the mountain, rapidly losing all control. Riekie yelled and squealed her pleasure.

"WOW! What a ride! Do it, David! Do it! DO IT! Eeehaaa!! Yipeee!"

We rode that runaway train down the mountain, thrashing and banging as the train rocked, rolled, and lurched on the way to a joyful, loud, messy derailment. Together we sensed the approaching end of that wild ride. My balls pulled tight to my body. Riekie's muscles tensed and clamped about my wildly thrusting prick. I warned Riekie of the impending crash, hollering above her yells and squeals.

"HANG ON PRIN-CESS! HERE IT COMES! UH! UH! IT'S GON-NA BE MES-SY! HAA-NG O-O-NNnn!!"

The speeding freight entered the last sharp curve; my balls heaved and surged. My dick swelled and hardened then a rush of fluid as it jerked and spit. Riekie's hips convulsed and her body shook. Too fast, the curve too sharp, the train shook, rattled and lurched, jumped the tracks, and carried us with it in a wild, glorious, noisy, screaming wreck as I squirted what felt like a whole gallon of sticky, gooey, icky baby making goop into her welcoming, convulsing body. Riekie hung on for dear life, clamping me in a death grip of arms, legs and convulsing pussy, and she screamed her delight as I roared through the pile up.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! DAAAAAAAVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!! AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"

"YE-ES!! OGOD! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

Gasping, we slowed and caught our breath. Beneath me, Riekie reached up for a kiss then started to giggle. I started to laugh too. Still joined by a piss hard-on, we rolled around on the bed laughing uncontrollably, lost in the sheer fun and joy of the moment. We laughed so hard we rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a massive thump, ending up in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor, still joined, still laughing. Thank the Goddess for soft deep pile carpet! We had a real pile up after all! Hey! I've said it before, and it bears repeating — if sex ain't fun, why do it?

In between guffaws, I gasped. "W-we gotta stop riding that particular railroad. The engine is too big and fast..."

Riekie <GIGGLE> continued the thought, wiggling her sopping pussy around my still swollen dick. "... the track is slippery with curves and..."<GIGGLE>

Looking deep into each other's eyes, we completed the thought together, laughing. "The engineer and conductor are a pair of nuts!" <GIGGLE> <GUFFAW>

Somebody pounded on our door. Rhiannon's young voice called in to us.

"Daddy, are you and Mommy Riekie all right?"

"Yeah, we're fine! Just having some fun!"

"What happened? We heard the most awful thump and crash! Mommy sent me up to see if you're OK."

"Nothing serious, just a train wreck! <CHUCKLE> We fell out of bed."

We sprawled unconcernedly on the floor giggling and enjoying our post-coital bliss, Rascal's latest offering leaking unheeded and un-needed wetly over our still-joined pelvises. Seems like we're close to 'normal' again. Riekie's cervix was closed. Sweet Mrs. Pussy had forgotten her manners, drooling all over us, and Riekie screamed her completion instead of yelling it like the past night, a very strong indicator that she actually did 'catch'.

Riekie placed her sweet lips on mine and we shared a blissful kiss. Sweet Mrs. Pussy, none the worse for the wear from our crash and burn, drooled, purred and nibbled contentedly on the tip of my penis.

I examined Riekie closely, causing her to blush. She simply glowed from head to toe with the most delightful flush and radiance that seemed to emanate from deep within! Mom was right! There's nothing more beautiful than when a well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it. Riekie was certainly one well-fucked and pregnant lady today!

"You are simply one of the three most beautiful creatures in creation, you know!"

"How so, David? What makes me so special today?"

"You're pregnant, and it shows, just like them. You have that glow Mom used to talk about. We've all seen it on Carol Anne, Muffin and Karen Michelle, and now you've got it. Ya know how all the other women ooh and aah over you girls when they see you're 'well-fucked' because they see that satisfied glow? This is like that, only deeper, happier, more fulfilled than simply satisfied. Seeing you like this says we made it and fulfilled our fondest dream. I love you more than ever, if that's at all possible. Twins! I'm sure it's twins! Just like with Carol Anne — three times on the comet and two times I saw the supernova!"

"I love you, too, David, and just like you said, more than ever, if that's possible. Oooo! Pregnant, and with twins! Pregnant with and by you, David! My oath and dream are fulfilled! God damn, I'm so happy! I'm so happy, I'm probably gonna be insufferable. If I get that way, you have my permission to ream me out."

I moved my hips suggestively, my morning woody still piss hard inside her. "Right now, there's only one 'reaming out' I'd like to give you, but Nature calls, and she is most insistent. My back teeth are floating and my tongue's hollering 'Weigh the anchor!' It's time for us to rise and greet a new day and a new year. And what a new day!"

I withdrew my penis from her sodden pussy with an audible sucking sound, reared up and hollered and yelled my elation and joy for all the world to hear!

"WE'RE PREGNANT!! TWINS AGAIN! WAAAHOOO! YEEEEEHAAAA!!"

Riekie covered her ears, my yell too close. She giggled, threw back her head and howled, making me cover my own ears! My wondrous blonde lover found, just as Carol and Diane before her, her way of celebrating her joy, and not just that of good sex. I knew I'd be hearing that howl a lot over the years, and I looked forward to it. The exhilaration and fulfillment in that howl was a marvel and joy to hear!

"AAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOoooooo!!"

From downstairs, we heard answering howls that sounded like a whole pack as the kids joined their mothers in replying to our joy and wonder. What a joyful racket! I'm sure they heard us all the way into town! The whole house was in an uproar of connectedness and happiness.

Then, way off in the distance, barely audible except in the eerie silence after all the other howling ceased, one long, lazy, joyful howl, and I knew old Clyde was happy and at peace at last. Rather than sad at that almost lonesome sound, Riekie and I were delighted as a new wave of joy, and fun washed over us.

We collapsed back onto the floor together, laughing ourselves silly. Still giggling, we picked ourselves off the floor. My penis waved around in the breeze, looking for a place to piss. Riekie was a wonderful mess, her pussy leaking white goo with a mixture of both our juices running down her thighs, her lovely golden pubes matted and wet. She looked and smelled like one very well fucked, very pregnant woman. The room absolutely reeked of sex. We headed for the shower, still grinning and chuckling like fools.

Once in the bathroom, Riekie held and steered while I peed. With just one female hand on my penis, I was able to relieve myself and drain my bladder fairly easily, the erection once again following the urine down the drain somewhat to the lovely lady's disappointment... 

While Riekie relieved herself I started the shower where she soon joined me. With much laughing, giggling and play, we made sure we both got exceedingly clean. She even managed to wake Rascal up with her very talented mouth and hands and had him clean out Sweet Mrs. Pussy, claiming she was all yucky inside and needed a fresh meal of his Precious Stuff. Riekie screamed and screamed in delight as this delightful task was accomplished. Once again, Sweet Prince fed Sweet Mrs. Pussy more than she could swallow, causing her to drool and slobber wetly. Of course, we had to wash off the overflow... 

Where I was able to dredge up all this sexual energy and output was a complete mystery to me. I should have been completely exhausted. I knew there was still a surfeit of pheromones about, but just so, even Superman has limits. It was a very good shower, and the cape only got a little wet... 

We brushed our teeth at one of the sinks and had a fun pushing match with a lot of tickling to see who could get to it first. Our morning ablutions finished, I chased her, squealing, back into our room, where we got dressed with more tickling and horseplay, and then we joined the family for breakfast. The twentieth anniversary of Riekie's first private time fulfilled the promise of her first, with the added bonus that this time, she was granted her most fervent wish.

Thus, 1986 began with the creation of two new lives and marked the beginning of the rest of our lives together. The New Year is supposed to start January first, but in our family, the New Year starts January second — the anniversary of Riekie's first private day, marked also in subsequent years by the birthdays of Rhiannon, K.P. and D.J. on the same day. Riekie's diary entries for the twins are our calendar, but even during our long twenty year separation, I always privately marked the second as the beginning of the New Year. Call me a sentimental fool.

When Riekie and I entered the kitchen that glorious January day the family was already at table. They broke up in delighted laughter, then two miniature Riekies attacked us with hugs and happy giggles. Rhiannon and Jenny weren't far behind. "Mommy! Daddy! Happy tickle noises! You guys are LOUD! Did you really make twins for us? We heard Daddy holler."

Riekie, swept off her feet by the current crop of twins, gathered them into her arms. "Yes, my Sweets, we did. Isn't it wonderful? Daddy and I are just so happy we could burst!"

Rhiannon and Jenny swarmed over me with sloppy kisses and warm hugs, squealing their happiness. Rhiannon simply said. "We love you, Daddy! Mommy Riekie is so happy! You ARE loud, though." <GIGGLE> Then she and Jenny were off to do the same to Riekie, taking the twins' place with her.

K.P. and D.J. hugged their mother again then squirmed free to tackle me, replacing Rhiannon and Jenny. K.P. spoke for both. "Daddy, did you hear us? We howled like wolves. It was so much fun!"

I laughed. "Yes, my little Cub, we heard you. It sounded like fun. Now, why don't you and your sisters finish your breakfast and let Mommy and Daddy have theirs?" The twins and the other two reluctantly released Riekie and me and returned to the table.

When everyone settled down, Carol and Diane gave us both a big hug. Their night together left an obvious glow of satisfaction on them as well, but the true prize this morning was Riekie. She surpassed her usual well-fucked glow by orders of magnitude. My blonde beauty was simply radiant! Diane served us coffee and then we all had breakfast together. As usual, our morning meal abounded with joy, love, and fellowship. Diane offered an eloquent prayer to the Goddess thanking her for our bounty, and a special thank you for Riekie's pregnancy. Diane was becoming more and more confident in her role, and again I noted with pride that she would make a formidable Priestess.

After breakfast, we dressed the kids for winter and went over to Mom and Dad's. The object was to share our news with all the grandparents, but also, even in that short walk, to get out in the fresh air for a little while. It actually took quite some time. We were all feeling so exuberant we just had to play in the snow.

Clyde was outside and joined in the roughhousing with us. The play soon had us all rosy-cheeked and snow-covered. The wives weren't dressed for winter sports (except maybe the indoor kind... <Grin>), and there were several squeals and threats of screwing me to the point of bodily harm as snow inadvertently found its chilly way above the hem line... Would I do a thing like that? No! Not me! Well... maybe by accident... Serves them right for going commando... <Leer>

Eventually we did make it into my parents', laughing and giggling. They'd seen us playing and generally working their way, and had coffee and hot chocolate waiting. Our news of Riekie expecting yet another set of twins was received with unfettered approval. Dad grinned. "No wonder Clyde was so excited to get out this morning! He probably heard all that howling! Ha! Ha! Guess we really do hafta get working on a new house."

Once our news had been digested and discussed, and we all had a coffee or chocolate, we left the kids in care of the grand parents while My Wives and I took the new van to town to replenish supplies and get odds and ends for the kids' birthday party. We didn't expect to be away long, but except for our visit to the car lot on Tuesday, this was our first public foray as a family, and one never knew what delays we might encounter... It was the first shopping day since the Holiday, and many people were out catching sales and like us, replenishing supplies. The line-ups at the tills were quite long, and the aisles were crowded.

We openly displayed our affection without being lewd, and made it obvious we were a family. As it was still Riekie's private day until noon, she held the position of honour, snuggled into my right side, making it very obvious we were more than just friends, especially with our open lovers' kisses. Diane introduced Carol and Riekie as Our Wives to the staff that she knew at the two supermarkets, and made it plain to all they were also Mrs. Lloyd.

Despite the conservatism one finds in small towns, we were well received and treated with dignity and respect. In the two grocery stores and Canadian Tire where we went to buy a couple cheap cameras, we met several friends and acquaintances of Diane and me who wished us well. We also met several old school mates home for the holidays, many of whom I hadn't seen in years. Several remembered and recognized Carol and Riekie. Most, if they were surprised and/or shocked, didn't show it or say anything.

In fact, the most common comment I heard, often even before introductions could be made was, "Ya finally got them back, eh? I heard you might/were. Good for you, Dave. Happy New Year to you all."

On at least two occasions, I heard that remark seemingly from out of the blue from old friends who saw us before we saw them. I began to wonder if our 'secret' while going to school was as secret as we thought.

Then again, I detected the hands of Jim Brown and Joanne in this, as many of the old chums we met seemed to be aware of our reunion beforehand. Almost all the people we met knew either or both fairly well, and likely had some contact with them over the holidays. Besides we had told each to spread the word. A few well placed calls or conversations, and our whole peer group living or visiting in town would know of us. Although not ones to participate much in school activities, the girls had been popular, and of course our friendship with Joanne and Jim, two of the most socially active members of our peer group, was universally known.

My sisters probably put the word out as well. They were younger, and would spread the news among their friends, widening the circle of knowledge for us. Val had a huge group of friends she kept in constant contact with even though she lived in Montreal. She was so upbeat and enthusiastic about our reunion, I suspect she had been talking about our reunion from the day she learned of the possibility back in the fall, when we first officially lifted any veils of secrecy. Heather, a little more cautious, preferring to see us actually together, probably waited until Christmas when it became official.

In whatever fashion the various people we met that day became aware of us, the warm reception and general acceptance we received from old friends and acquaintances brightened even more what was already a day of celebration for us. The girls (Well, they were all thirty-something ladies, but one still thinks of school mates as girls!) naturally noticed Carol was in the 'family way', and were delighted to hear that Diane and Riekie were expectant as well. That we were expecting two sets of fraternal twins added to the overall pleasure of the women.

Several husbands got hot looks from their wives as we visited, especially when they saw how close and openly loving the four of us were. I had a sneaking suspicion our town was about to experience something of a mini population explosion.

The only 'negative', if you could call it that, was concern for us we had so many babies arriving so close together — Carol due in June, and the other two within eighteen days of each other in September and October. Some of the older ladies raised their eyebrows, but nothing was said directly to us. As our peer group were now the 'movers and shakers' in the community, acceptance by them generally meant acceptance or at least tolerance by the whole community. The fact that our peer group had grown up in the sixties and seventies, times of new, more relaxed attitudes and experimental ways of living, made it that much easier. Wherever we went, My Girls (My Girls!) got appreciative glances and even open stares from most of the men.

It was a happy crew that returned to the farm much later than we expected. We got back just in time for lunch. Mom had thought we might be longer, so had it ready for us when we drove in. When we told them of the reception we received from old friends and acquaintances, they were ecstatic.

The kids and Diane stayed with the grandparents while we returned to our house after lunch. Mom said the holiday was over for her apprentices and they had some lessons, as an excuse to keep the kids away while we prepared the birthday surprise for the three oldest. Diane had to stay with them to keep the illusion, even though she would have much preferred to be with us.

Riekie and I did find some time to feed Sweet Mrs. Pussy, too, right in the kitchen, with a very horny Carol assisting... As a 'reward' for her assistance, Mrs. Pussy got the dessert... Poor things, they forgot their manners, drooled, and made something of a mess on the floor... The screams of satisfaction of their owners made a frightful din.

When all our preparations were complete, and the pussy creatures sated, we phoned Diane to let her know all was in readiness. The birthday party for the twins and Rhiannon, while just a family affair, was an excellent time, and of course ended with the kids' bed time. Tonight we revived our tradition of reading to the children. All three wives took a role from the book. Their funny characterizations made the kids' bedtime something warm and memorable.

Bedtime for us came early, too. Diane was in the cuddle spot and more than made up for missing out on feeding time this afternoon. Her screams of completion cracked glass three concessions away, I'm sure. The morning screams and howls of all three were heard several miles away, I swear. I didn't suffer any grievous bodily harm, but I did walk a little odd the next day... Really.



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Chapter 97


True to his word, on the third, Jim Brown had the girls' car ready and surprised us by personally delivering it. His wife, Julie, followed as his ride home, thus allowing the couple to take us up on our invitation to visit with us. Over coffee and left over Holiday goodies, we told Jim and Julie our whole incredible saga. Needless to say, they were touched, as everyone who heard it seemed to be. They left firmer friends than ever, and became regulars in our home.

The sixth of January was a red letter day for the kids. K.P. and D.J. registered for school. Riekie and I could have done it ourselves, but the whole family presented itself to the principal and staff of the school well before the nine o'clock class start time. THIS was our first public appearance not just with me and my wives, but also with ALL of the children. We created quite a stir in the school. It was quite crowded in the principal's office, and consequently the meeting moved to the staff conference room.

We had little trouble enrolling the twins. Riekie, ever the organized professional, had their immunization records plus all their records from the school in Winnipeg. The principal had some standard tests for the kids to evaluate where they should be placed, and thanks to Riekie's efforts at home schooling, and the excellent school they'd attended in Winnipeg, it was determined they were advanced enough to be placed in grade one with Rhiannon. The three of them were ecstatic they were in the same class. Once he determined which class to place them in, the principal summoned their teacher to take them to class and introduce them to their classmates. The three became inseparable and model students.

The rest of the registration process proceeded without the children. The principal was very interested in our group marriage, and during the meeting asked many questions on the dynamics of such a relationship. I think he may have had more than a professional interest, when we left, he had a faraway look in his eye... Because of this, we had no trouble establishing that all four of us were parents to all the children with full decision-making capabilities in the event of medical or other emergencies, and any one of us could sign permission slips for school activities.

He did recommend we make it formal through legal documentation at our earliest convenience, something we planned doing regardless, as then any one of us could register our kids for school without the others having to be present, simply by producing the appropriate documents. As it would be another two or three years before we had to do it again for Jenny, there wasn't a great deal of urgency, but we wanted our legal arrangements out of the way as soon as possible anyway.

We made an appointment with a lawyer as soon as we got home. This gentleman had been my family's lawyer for several years and we — Mom and Dad and I — viewed him as a friend. He was intrigued by what we proposed, and got very enthusiastic, saying we presented him quite a legal and intellectual challenge. After fifteen minutes with him, we were eminently satisfied and put him on permanent retainer. He specialized in estate law, and brought in a friend who specialized in family law to attend the same meeting. When he heard there were considerable sums of money involved, with more on the way from Riekie's divorce settlement and Ben's will, he also included a lawyer specializing in business contracts and a financial advisor/accountant.

These four formed our legal team, and continue to this day. We have never needed the services of a criminal lawyer, but if we ever do, we will accept their recommendation. Despite all the gags about lawyers, they have been honest and forthright with us from the beginning. It costs a considerable amount to keep them on retainer, but is worth every penny. We became friends with all, and often have them to the house for social events, as they do us.

One side bar to this — these people worked so well together for us they decided to form a partnership offering the full range of services to the public they did us, and the firm is doing extremely well. They refer to us as 'The Alpha Project', because we were their first assignment. Once, when visiting their office I was amused to find their staff do too, to the point where that is the name on our file. With all this professional help, and some research by all parties, by the end of January we had our legal arrangements pretty well sorted out and assumed our role in the community as a family.

Essentially, we made a four-way equal partnership agreement we all signed onto, bringing in whatever we had in money, property, investments, debts — whatever. We didn't want to consider it, but the lawyers insisted for our own protection we include a clause, that in the highly unlikely event, given all the trouble to get back together, one of us wanted to leave the other three, they would get one-fourth of the partnership's assets and liabilities. If three out of the four wanted to 'divorce' the fourth, the same formula would apply.

We caused some consternation to the legal team at first because some of us apparently brought more actual assets to the agreement than others, and were willing to instantly forfeit seventy-five percent ownership. Carol and Riekie both explained they considered us at least a three-way partnership back to those halcyon days of August 1965. With our separation, those community assets just never got utilized and were able to grow, but were still community property.

We put a clause in each contract so it could be re-opened and reworded as unanticipated situations that might otherwise void or weaken the document occurred. We didn't anticipate any difficulty from the original signatories, but we didn't want 'busybodies' to be able to destroy or take from us if they took it upon themselves to try to break our family up. Call us paranoid, but there are those out there that like to meddle in other people's affairs, and are not above trying to use the law to do it and even profit from it.

If all four agreed to add a new partner the contract could be extended to fifths, and so on — unlikely, but we had to keep the option open. After all, Carol and Riekie and I had never originally envisioned going beyond the three of us, and now we had Diane, the disturbing memory of the possibility of Kit, and my own observations of how my wives reacted to and treated Sandra over the Holidays. Not usually one to concern herself with legal details, and showing just how open she'd become, it was Diane's idea to keep our contract open for 'future growth' as she laughingly put it. The legal team heartily agreed.

Originally we weren't sure of Diane's status. As the 'legal wife', could she be party to our formal partnership, or would she have to divorce me and sign back on as an equal partner? Despite Carol and Riekie's qualms about Diane divorcing me, it was something we did have to consider. Our lawyer reminded the girls that our marriage was basically just another form of civil contract, and that Diane would still remain married to us under the Old Ways.

It took time and money, but all deeds and documents of ownership were converted to the four of us, and Diane simply signed a waiver indicating she was in a four-way partnership and relinquished all prior claims to anything of mine. In effect, she 'divorced' me financially, but still retained her legal status as wife. As it turned out, one fourth of what we now had was considerably more than what we had originally, so if Diane ever did decide to leave us, she would be better off than ever.

As for the children, I had joint custody with the mother, with me named on the birth registration as the father, and all the requirements of support that entailed. We drew up an agreement of formal guardianship of the children as well for the 'non-parent' mothers that allowed one of the other mothers to adopt minor children if something were to happen to their birth mother. There were powers of attorney, living wills, wills, and all sorts of other things also included, forming the legal framework for our relationship that supported and protected each and all of us.

Ben's estate settlement and Riekie's divorce settlement both arrived during this process, making weaving these assets into our joint holdings that much easier. We were amazed at how quickly they were settled. Our financial man soon had educational trust funds set up for the four children based on the formula we discussed on our long trip home. The balance was invested in 'safe' vehicles that, while not offering the highest returns, provided a solid income with minimal risk. Riekie's special investment account became the seed for this investment portfolio. This was the high-inflation, high interest rate eighties, so we got a sizable return, at least in the first few years. As an aside, now, years later, we realize our financial adviser was a true wizard. He was able to get us into the very lucrative high tech stocks of the eighties and nineties where he made us a killing. He was so astute, he read the times correctly and got us out with maximum returns just before the dot-com bubble burst. He and his partners did very well too.

Our three and a half million dollars plus from Ben was augmented by another three and a half million dollars when all of Riekie's assets, less her — (Slap!) our chequing account — were tabulated. Riekie was very pleasantly surprised at how much she netted from the divorce, especially when she discovered her lawyer had managed to stiff Rick with the costs. Consequently she sent her lawyer in Winnipeg a very nice thank you card. We weren't out to get richer, just maintain what we had, and grow it against inflation. We arranged it so the income went into a current account we could use, with whatever was left at the end of the taxation year being ploughed back into the principle.

Riekie and Carol's savings were placed in our everyday joint account, such that we had a seven figure working account that paid interest on the minimum balance. My pay from work was deposited automatically to the same account. We rarely used funds from the current account for the interest on our investments, except for major purchases. All this financial endeavor might have meant needing an accountant, but with the services of our legal firm and Carol's skills, we had all the financial and legal help we needed — we didn't need an additional pocket to line.

Carol was a great help — her knowledge of the legal system became invaluable. Ontario law was a little different from Alberta, but not much, and as much of what we discussed came under federal statute, she had a good foundation. She made it much easier for us to deal with the legal team because she knew the questions to ask. She was so good, as a matter of fact, the firm offered her a job. She gracefully turned down full-time employment, but accepted a part-time position on a call-in-as-needed basis. She ended up working an average of 3 or 4 days per month filling in for absentees.

Another side bar — Paul and the aunts hired the same legal team to draw up their contracts. They didn't have some of the issues we did, so their contracts were somewhat simpler. Because of their age, they categorically refused to consider adding to their group, and even hesitated on the opt-out clause until it was pointed out it was for their own protection. Because they were siblings, there was never any question of one of the girls marrying Paul, so the whole marriage was handled by legal contracts and their Wiccan vows. Their paperwork was delayed while the aunts disposed of their home to simplify matters. Paul kept his house, but they decided to stay with Mom and Dad (at their insistence) at least until Jo's baby was born. They handled the issue of children similarly to us, but included us as guardians with adoptive rights because of their age.

The question of Pie and Jo formally adopting Diane and Judy was raised for succession and estate issues, but as they were both consenting adults that was a non-issue, and was simply resolved with carefully worded wills. If the girls chose to voluntarily distance themselves from Shirley, denouncing her as their mother, and refer to Pie and Jo as their mothers, who was to argue?

Sorting out our legal arrangements wasn't all we did during January, although that did occupy a good deal of our time attending meetings and signings, especially when the settlements for Riekie and Ben came through much quicker than anticipated. With the legalities looked after, or being looked after, we had more family meetings and worked out our living arrangements in more detail.

Mid-month, we celebrated Jenny's second birthday with a small party, and like her sisters before her, she made out like a bandit. Jenny had a few small friends, but the majority of her guests were her cousins and sisters. Still, the party was a success and Jenny was a happy little girl.

Amongst other things we got Carol, Riekie, the twins, and the aunts taken on as patients with our family doctor, Dr. (Doc) Hackett, and set up regular prenatal appointments for all the 'preggo's'. Yes, Riekie was a capable physician, but remember the old adage about physicians healing themselves, and there also seems to be some law or something about doctors treating their own family members except in extremis. We also changed them over from the Alberta and Manitoba public health care plans to OHIP. There was no provision in the extended health care plan at work for multiple spouses, so I opted out and we bought a private full-coverage plan that covered us all. Our legal team advised we should probably have it regardless, just to cover potential farm accidents.

Doc Hackett was impressed with Riekie, especially when he learned she had kept up her Ontario accreditation, and asked if she would cover his office whenever he was away. She told him she didn't want to go back into full time practice yet, if ever, but if he needed to be covered on short notice, something could be worked out. As it turned out, she got a couple days a month, enough to cover him, and allow her to 'keep her hand in.'

Every spare minute, I worked on plans for the new house. My hunting partner, Bob, was a pretty fair hand as an amateur architect. He helped me a great deal. When we had our plans roughed out to the best of our abilities, I contacted an actual architect to have proper prints drawn. I paid extra to have the job rushed through, because we wanted to start construction with the first thaw. Thanks to Bob's help, I had enough with the rough plans and the signed architect's commission to hire a contractor and get the appropriate building permits.

Our love life was hugely satisfying. Now that all three were 'up the stump' as Carol put it, and with the knowledge we were together permanently, the urgency, but not the frequency of our sex was greatly reduced. Our lovemaking became just that — love making,  and thus, far more emotionally satisfying, especially during our private times.

After Riekie's mid-week one at New Year's, Saturday nights became the girls' individual private times with me. They set up the rotation, and I never interfered with it. Their schedule started around noon Saturday and ended about noon Sunday. The system worked so well we have always considered it one of our 'better ideas'. A very satisfying side benefit was that the two wives thus paired off also got to spend quality time together. At first I thought Diane and Carol would benefit most from this, because of their special bond I've talked about so much, but the other two combinations appeared to benefit even more.

Carol and Diane's love affair was by now well established, and the private time did allow them to get to know each other, but that relationship was already amazingly strong, and didn't need a lot of development, just 'polishing'. What they shared through their letter writing in the beginning turned out to be much more detailed and revealing then even they realized. Still, to have time to just quietly explore their physical relationship was a genuine boon to them.

Diane and Riekie truly needed time together. They had never met prior to Christmas Eve, except through the tenuous connection of their dreams. That they fell in love was never in doubt, and that they felt a strong physical attraction to each other was very apparent from their first meeting, but they still hardly knew each other. They shared a common bond in having been raped by father figures. Diane was able to share her experience with Riekie, and help her with her final bit of adaptation and acceptance it wasn't her fault. The connection these two made through the use of private times was profound, and the bond that developed was every bit as strong as that between Diane and Carol.

Carol and Riekie were able to fully reconnect and return to the way things were 'before'. Neither realized the true strain their relationship as sisters had been under for all those years, even though it was the foundation of what had kept them actually speaking. The private time allowed them to fully evaluate the rift that had separated them and allowed them to come to grips with it. The healing between them was complete, and extremely gratifying to me.

Bottom line — while it proved itself again as an opportunity for me to connect with each of my wives, the true benefit, especially in the first months of that first year, came about in the other room. My Girls (My Girls!) became so fully connected with each other they came to the point of almost true empathy, such that they could sense what the others were feeling, even at a considerable distance. As their relationship budded and bloomed, they became even more like 'one person in three bodies'. Spooky and unnerving at times, when they completed thoughts and sentences, even from separate rooms in the house, it showed just how connected they were. I shit you not.

Many years before, Carol and I had noticed us developing a similar bond we called the 'spooky thing'. Riekie and I also noticed it in our first year together. Carol and I found we still had it in September. At Christmas, we found it extended among all three wives and myself. While my bond with them was not quite as empathic as they had amongst themselves, we still managed to surprise and nonplus friends and relatives with our non verbal communication. What the listeners heard often seemed like incomplete and disjointed fragments of conversations because the rest was communicated at other levels, whether by subtle gesture, or possibly even outright telepathy, even we aren't sure.

One thing I do know — I never shared the full emotional empathy with them that they did with each other. I think it may have been the actual blood connection amongst them that allowed that level of sensitivity. They became so sensitive to each other they could feel each others' physical pain or even pleasure. Often, making love with one caused the other two to orgasm without manual or oral stimulation. It could be freaky to be enjoying a 'quickie' with one of them in one part of the house, and when she came, to hear concurrent screams of release echoing from other rooms. It was like making love to all three at once. It was highly erotic, and most stimulating. Really. No shit.

The twins and Rhiannon were even more empathic, and as she got older, this included Jenny. In subsequent years, all our children had some level of empathic connection, extending across the whole family, even to Paul's child, but never as tight as those four, or the wives. Individual sets of twins after this seemed to be especially bonded, but again, they were never as completely unified as K.P., D.J., Rhiannon, and Jenny. As demonstrated the night Ben passed over, those four could literally transmit and receive images over thousands of miles. I often wondered why they had such a special bond, and have had many discussions with my wives over the years about it. The best that Riekie and I and the other wives could come up with was they were born in and especially for our time of greatest need, and their connectivity may have been the conduit through which the Power worked to bring us all together.

An indication of how strong the empathy was among the four kids came as early as mid-January of that first year. The three oldest were at school. Jenny was home, quietly playing with her toys and Ahab. Suddenly, her head rocked back, and she yelped in pain. A large red welt started to rise on her forehead. We rushed to her sudden cry of pain. At only two, Jenny wasn't very articulate, but did say. "Yannon (Rhiannon) hurt."

A few minutes later we got a call from the school that Rhiannon had taken a blow to the forehead when she ran too close to a moving swing at recess. She wasn't seriously injured, but we did bring her and the twins home for the rest of the day. Witnesses said when Rhiannon got knocked down by the swing, both K.P. and D.J. cried out and fell to the ground. After this incident, we realized even more just how special our little girls were.

As I mentioned earlier, during my private time with Riekie at New Year's, I again discovered she might just be my perfect woman. Once upon a time I had the frightening thought this type of revelation could pose a problem, because from the beginning, I'd felt that way about Carol, and now I felt it about Diane as well. The first time, I was scared my loyalties and love for Carol were diminishing in favour of Riekie. Fortunately, I firmly disabused myself of that notion on Carol's first private time the very next weekend. This time around, aware of those thoughts, I realized that all three were my perfect woman, each fulfilling a need and filling a hole in my psyche. When they acted as 'one person in three bodies' that 'perfect woman' was indeed the three of them combined.

I learned from my wives' private times that I loved them all completely, unreservedly and that all were close to being my ideal woman. They were alike in many ways, but different enough to be true individuals that I truly enjoyed being with at all levels. I worshiped the ground they walked on, and if I had a favourite, it lasted only for the period of their individual private time. Like Dad when he focused on the person he was conversing with, while I was with just one, she was the most important person in the world at that moment.

The girls' sense of fun and off-beat humour has always been a source of delight. Riekie's repertoire of characters was impressive, but the two most common remained the 'little girl', outrageous in her innocence, and the 'temperance lady', bawdy in her uptightness. Carol didn't have these 'multiple personalities', but followed Riekie's lead and was a perfect second banana. Diane showed she had some of these characters hidden away, but preferred, like Carol, to be Riekie's straight man. They all did a wide variety of cartoon characters, favouring the Mel Blanc Warner Brothers voices. All three were a delight when they read to the children at bedtime. Favourite books became one-act plays, with each of the mothers acting out various roles. The kids usually went to sleep giggling.

January rolled into February. Diane and Riekie missed their periods, proving they were indeed pregnant, and by mid-February, both experienced mild morning sickness. Riekie instituted a regimen of Kegel exercises. It turned out what I called her 'isometrics' was Kegel, explaining her fantastic control when we made love. Now she got the other two doing them, and insisted I could benefit from the men's version. As they can be practiced any time anywhere, I gladly joined in.

Diane and the three oldest kept up their studies with Mom, and Joanne became a fixture around our home. Jim and Judy became weekend regulars too, but stayed at Mom's to be near Paul. Our legal and financial arrangements were pretty well finalized. House plans were drawn up and the prints commissioned, with permits and contractor in hand. Paperwork caught up, it was again time to go to work physically. I had to do my winter shift at work yet, but wouldn't start until mid-February, then working through to the end of March.

With Paul still around except for when he and his wives were tied up with their own legal arrangements, and Dad being there all the time, we got the chainsaws out and the three of us started clearing the lot where the new house would be built. The first consideration was to open up a rough laneway into the property so we could get a well driller working. With one cutting and two removing and burning brush, we had that part done in a day.

Even Riekie and Diane donned work clothes and joined in, pulling brush so we were able to get a second saw going. Carol wanted to help, but as she was the most advanced in her pregnancy, we held her to being the 'go-fer', bringing us drinks and snacks between meals. Someone still had to baby sit Jen as well, although the aunts and Mom were immensely helpful there, allowing Carol to spend time on the site, and despite our protestations not to overdo, she actually did do some physical work.

Carol's comment whenever we tried to make her take it easy was a very exasperated, "Hey, I'm pregnant, not handicapped!"

I called our local driller to see when he could sink a well for us. He wasn't busy, given the time of year, and was able to move in by the middle of the month. He looked after all the necessary permits and water quality testing. Unlike many I had known in his trade (I did know a quite a lot about that industry — Dad had been an independent driller before business slumped and he joined the CPS as a guard.), this chap was honest and didn't drill any deeper than needed to ensure good flow, sweet water, and a substantial reservoir.

The location we chose had been 'witched' (also known as 'divined' or 'dowsed') by Dad and his former drilling partner. Both indicated a very strong well of sweet water at a reasonable depth. In our area, you have to be extremely careful not to drill too deep or you will hit sulfur, which has something to do with the limestone flat rock substrate, something the more disreputable drillers did routinely in the attempt to make money off a deep hole.

With our financial status now finalized, and a healthy income from our investments assured, My Wives decided, without consulting me (Wives never do that, do they?), that I no longer needed to work at outside employment, and prevailed upon me to give up my job. They decided they needed me around home, and with the plans to start raising Canadien horses still popular with them, they also felt I needed to be able to devote serious time to that. Strangely enough, their arguments made a lot of sense. Really.

I compromised — yeah, OK, I gave in, but not quite... Rather than quit outright, thinking I might like to return to the job because I actually enjoyed it, I arranged for a one-year leave of absence, starting April first. That still meant I had to work my winter shift this year. The women pouted a bit that I didn't just quit, cut off the nookie for a whole two days (until they got too horny themselves... ), and it was a done deal. I returned to work mid-month, about the same time the driller started the well, and finished out the fiscal year 'gainfully' employed.

The well driller did an excellent job and struck water just where Dad and his old partner said at forty feet. When the flow was tested, we had sufficient according to the charts to supply a medium-sized town. The water itself was as sweet as any I'd ever tasted, and it tested pure with no contaminants. The well-head was installed and it was quickly inspected and passed.

While I put in my time at work, Dad, Paul, and the girls, continued clearing the lot. We could afford to hire it done, I suppose, but true pride of ownership comes from doing as much for yourself as you can. I worked on the lot on weekends with just the girls, with the oldest kids doing what they could despite their tender age, allowing Dad and Paul the time off. Thus, work went on seven days per week, and the lot was soon looking pretty spiffy. I was immensely proud of My Wives and the effort they put in — this was their home that was being erected, and they wanted to share in it. I'm proud to say Diane, Riekie and Carol worked as hard as any man pulling and burning brush. They would have done well a hundred and fifty years before as settlers' wives.

It was a good thing we were already pregnant during that period, else we would have been. The four of us made love every opportunity we got. All three wives were insatiable, and it seemed I was too. As I mentioned earlier, with their new and deepening empathy, making love with one almost became making it with all three simultaneously.

Carol's 37th birthday in mid-March also marked the sixth month of her pregnancy. Carrying twins, she was getting huge. Her birthday was all the more exciting because of the progress on the house. We didn't have a late season snow storm like we did for her 17th, so all our guests were able to attend. I bought her a proper diamond ring to match her new wedding ring. She adored it and moved the one from Ben to her right hand, placing the new one where it belonged. As it was her private time weekend, that night in bed we quietly reaffirmed our wedding vows to each other, similar to what we had done on our very first night together. Her libido remained high all through her pregnancy, and that night she showed her appreciation again and again and again. I got loved almost to the point of 'son ambulance', and figured if I ever got that kind of thank you again, I'd probably be walking bow-legged for a week.

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By the end of March, when my shift at work ended and the spring thaw was starting to curtail work in the woods anyway, the site was declared clear for building and even eventual landscaping, ready for the contractor to start construction. About the same time, the final prints arrived from the architect. We had several meetings with the architect the last two weeks of March to verify what he produced was what we commissioned, and to make some minor adjustments and changes. The final set of approved prints was ready for the contractor for the first of April.

Easter weekend, was a time of joy around our home. We had a huge Easter egg hunt for the kids, and the weather was nice enough we were able to spend some time outside. Bob and Karen were able to fly down Friday night and stayed over until Monday. They rented a car at Pearson so we didn't have to pick them up. We kept in touch with them on a weekly basis since New Year's, keeping them up-to-date with all our news and other developments.

Bob and Karen had moved back to Vancouver right after New Year's, taking up residence in his house there. The first person they contacted was her grandmother, who was delighted Karen had finally found Her Man, and was even more delighted when they told her she was going to be a great-grandmother. Karen said her grandmother was honoured almost beyond words when Karen presented her with her bridal towel.

Karen's parents were cool to them at first, although they never cut off communication completely. After Bob and Karen quietly married legally as well as under the Old Ways, they thawed a little, and when they were informed they would be grandparents, the rift was closed completely — it's amazing how becoming a prospective grandparent can change one's perspective... Now her parents were awaiting her delivery almost as eagerly as Bob, Karen, and Karen's grandmother Michelle. Karen said her parents were as bad as mine for always buying 'little' things for the baby.

The twins were delighted to see Unca Bob and Auntie Karen again, and they were instant hits with Rhiannon and Jenny. Karen was at first awed by Mom, but soon became another 'Daughter'. Dad was enamoured of the young beauty even though she was showing almost four months expectant. Karen was a natural fit into our family, and she and My Wives spent many happy hours together. The night noises and satisfied screams of the four of them that emanated from our house that weekend will become legendary, I'm sure.

The contractor cost extra. Because we wanted to be in the new house well before Christmas, we made a deal that his best crew be exclusively ours for the duration — none of this hopping between jobs as is so common. We wanted our house, we wanted it yesterday, and we were willing to pay the premium. Any day except weekends there wasn't actual progress on the house, he was penalized, with the exception of 'acts of God', which, until the roof was on and the house enclosed, meant total rainouts. If they could even put in a part day, the terms of the contract were met.

We didn't need a mortgage, but we did transfer funds into a special building account that we could use for 'draws' at specified times according to the building contract. We all had signing authority so there would always be someone available to write a cheque as needed.

The contractor thought I was being unnecessarily tough on him, but he didn't have three pregnant wives nagging him, either. If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's Rule One: 'don't piss off the pregnant lady'. When there's three of them, the effect is exponential. Trust me. Of course, the pot for him was sweetened by the promise of a fat bonus upon early completion.

One thing my wives and I insisted on was quality workmanship, with a policy of 'Zero Defect', a concept I learned with Northern. Basically, it means 'do it right the first time'. With careful planning and execution, a job that initially appears expensive will come in cost-effective, often under budget, because nothing has to be repaired or done over. The local building and other trades inspectors earned their salaries with us, but the job progressed the way we wanted, strictly to code, well within budget, and generally ahead of schedule. Of course, the weather did co-operate just a little... 

Construction started as soon as the frost was out of the ground. With the early heavy snow cover this year, the frost hadn't gone in very deep. Most of the snow was gone by the end of March due to an early spring (Spring seems to be getting earlier every year. The global warming people just may be on to something.), and the worst of the frost was gone by mid-April allowing the foundation and basement to be dug.

The day finally arrived for the actual sod-breaking. With a huge Caterpillar Hi-hoe clattering at an idle in the background, the entire family gathered, and my wives and I turned the first symbolic shovel full of earth. Getting four sets of hands on that shovel took a little doing, but seeing as the ladies were experienced in handling a long hard round object in the morning, it didn't take a lot... 

Mom and all her apprentices performed a special ceremony blessing the ground and the new house soon to rise there. I know, most private homes don't have sod-breaking ceremonies, but this was a big deal for us, and we wanted to celebrate. It was a school day, but we kept the kids home for it.

We invited all our close friends and family. Jim and Julie, Al and Karen, Bob and Liz, Joanne, the grandparents, Paul and the aunts, all of my aunts and uncles, Jim and Judy, Hank and Celia, and several others all attended. Bob and Karen tried to make it, but Bob couldn't get time off from work. Robbie and Jamie were the same. Roy and Patty couldn't get leave because of the investigation. Al videotaped the whole thing and made copies for those invitees who couldn't be there.

Once the first shovel full of dirt was symbolically turned, the big Cat moved in, and soon a huge hole was growing where just a month before had stood several trees. The family and our guests moved over to the old house for refreshments and visiting. The weather was unseasonably warm for mid-April and we were able to hold an outdoor barbecue for our guests.

We invited the work crew over for the barbecue and became friends with them. The whole crew didn't need to be there while the basement was excavated, but the contractor had finally bought into our mentality, and paid his crew to be on the ground. It was a good move on his part, and cemented the morale of the crew.

All through the job, My Wives kept that crew fed and watered, even in the hottest days of the summer, and treated the workers almost as members of the family. The women were hard taskmasters, but they didn't act independently. If they had concerns, they brought them to me, and I worked them out either with the contractor or the site foreman. When the job was complete, we had made several friends for life. Riekie and I never visited the site without our cameras and got a full photographic record of the house under construction.



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Chapter 98


The end of March brought other concerns. Carol's term as First Wife expired, and she was over six months pregnant, showing hugely. The other two had started showing as well, being well past their first trimester, Diane two weeks ahead of Riekie. Their prenatal appointments showed all three were progressing normally. There is always a concern when twins are expected, and they are always a little nervous of women over thirty five, but My Girls had the physiology of women in their early twenties, according to the family doctor, so there were no complications expected.

Carol had done such an excellent job as First Wife, I thought she should keep it, but as that was the purview of the wives themselves, I wisely (Call that enlightened self-interest!) kept that opinion to myself. I needn't have worried or become concerned. Riekie and Diane were obviously of the same opinion, electing her to the post permanently, subject to an annual review every March. They did come up with the idea of a Vice, to cover if/when Carol became incapacitated. Guess who they elected? Me!

Their reasoning was simple. When the three of them told me their decision, Carol explained it to me. "David, our Husband. Our wives and I talked about this a lot, and we spoke with Mom and the aunts. You already fill a sort of executive position within the family. We tend in some ways to be traditionalists, and one of those traditional things we've all just assumed, without discussion, is that you are the Head of the Household.

"As Head of the Household, everything that needs doing on the outside of the house, or anything that is technical, is your responsibility by default. You run the farm. Nobody questions that. You look after the everyday maintenance of the house, inside and out. Again, nobody questions that. You seem to know when we need to make major purchases, and go ahead with it, only consulting us on cost and what style or colour, if it's important, we would like best. We all just assumed you to be the liaison with the contractor for the new house.

"For the next year, at least, you will be around home all the time. As Head of the Household, you're a natural to step in temporarily as First Wife. Now, when we talked to Mom about it, she agreed, so it's not like we've considered this lightly. We also decided that either one of us can delegate that responsibility onto one of the other Wives if the need arises. So, Husband of Ours, congratulations, you're the Vice First Wife. Tee-hee."

"OK."

Rule Two: Don't argue with pregnant ladies — you might piss them off (See Rule One).

I got loved almost to paralysis that night. See? Obey the Rules, and all will be well. Really.

With construction of the house well under way and the wives capably supervising the job simply by keeping the crew fed and watered (Showing up as the beautiful women they were, even very pregnant, didn't hurt either... ), it was time for Dad and me to start building fence.

Paul helped when he could, but he was away frequently sorting out his and the aunts' business affairs. They still hadn't decided if they were going to live in his house, or sell it and find something closer to us. They had an indefinite welcome at my parents' so there was no rush to move. Jo had started to show as well — they wanted to be near Mom and Riekie for all their help, and of course Jo had to see our doctor on a regular basis. Given her age, they were paying particularly close attention to her health and that of her child.

Dad and I, with Paul's occasional help, started stringing fence. Again, I could now afford to have Barrett's come in and do a professional job but doing it yourself can be so much more rewarding. We rented a small posthole auger, bought the posts, wire and insulators we needed, and got on with the job. Our only criteria for completion was to have it done by late May, when the pasture would be grown up sufficiently to put stock on it. My friend, Bob, who also raised horses, dropped by several times to help out. He had some good advice, based on experience, and the people at Barrett's were extremely helpful as long as we bought most of our supplies there.

The fencing job went relatively smoothly, and we had it finished well ahead of our May deadline. We ran double strand high tensile wire around the entire pasture, and sectioned it off so we could isolate areas for re-growth. I bought the best electric fence power unit I could get, and got a spare, as they tend to be vulnerable to lightning. I had considered a solar powered unit, but they were just coming on the market then, and none were heavy enough for what I intended.

With the fence in place and working, the next priority was reliable sources of water for the stock in each isolatable section. A simple solution presented itself. The lower pasture had a pond that Dad had dug for the cattle many years ago, but it had silted in. Half a day with a small bulldozer soon had it open and water flowing. Fortunately, this section could be isolated. If the horses were grazing it, they had access to water. The upper half of the pasture had a well. We ran an electrical service to it and set up a stock tank with a float mechanism that filled it from a submersible pump in the well. Now we had fenced pasture, reliable water in both halves, but no stock.

Acquiring the stock was our next priority. After all, that's what the whole exercise was about. I had already done the research, and knew approximately what Canadien horses were worth. Finding some for sale could pose a problem, although I did have some leads. Again, Bob, with his contacts in the horse world, was of immense help. We decided to start with two mares, and board a couple of Bob's geldings, plus a two year old Percheron filly of my own currently boarding at his place.

Shopping for the two Canadien mares took less time than I thought. We got them for a decent price, and even acquired semen from two studs as part of the package, allowing one to be bred twice and the other three times once we established them and decided on a breeding programme. We found them in a small village near Kemptville, in the heart of Ontario's Canadien country. The seller agreed to hold them until our pasture grew up enough to carry them.

Near the end of April, we received by registered mail an ominous looking envelope addressed to Mr.Dave Lloyd, Mrs. Carol Lloyd, and Mrs. Riekie Lloyd from a lawyer's office in Florida. The names on the envelope threw us for a bit of a loop. Knowing only one person who might possibly retain a lawyer in Florida, we were more than just a little nervous at opening it, fearing a lawsuit over the injury inflicted when I struck the bastard in a fit of rage at his treatment of Riekie. The Mounties and MP's were still looking for him, but for some unknown reason had not extended their enquiries into the U.S., even though I had suggested he might be there.

We hesitated to open it, but when we did, inside was a letter from the lawyer, a cashier's cheque made out to the three of us for over five hundred thousand USD, and a copy of a death certificate from the State of Florida. With the exchange at the time, the amount of the cheque came to over six hundred thousand Canadian. The lawyer's letter explained that Mr. Robert Scott had passed away in February of 'natural causes' and we were named among the heirs to his estate. It turned out we weren't the only heirs to receive a cheque, but ours was the largest. Each of the boys, Bob, Iain, and Sandy got something. Even the aunts were remembered. Imagine!

Along with the lawyer's letter was a letter addressed to the girls and me from their father. We were loathe to read it at first, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say. We were completely unprepared for the content of that letter. It was dated last December.

My dear Daughters, Carol and Riekie, and your Husband, Dave:

My doctors have informed me I have little time left in this world. No, it has nothing to do with the injuries I received at your hands, Dave, although I dare say you might wish it so, and probably correctly. It appears that the last number of years of living a dissolute lifestyle have finally caught up with me, and I am dying of cirrhosis with complications of an enlarged heart. I have been given only a few months to get my affairs in order and make my peace with the world. This letter is an attempt at that.

I do not ask for understanding for my actions of the past, but I do ask that you might possibly consider forgiveness, although I completely understand if you find that to be impossible.

My actions toward the three of you were totally reprehensible. No father should ever touch his daughters or treat them in the way in which I did you, Carol and Riekie. The hatred I incurred in you toward me is of my own doing, and I will have to bear the punishment for it after I am gone. Perhaps my God will forgive me. I have asked, and He is said to be a God of forgiveness. I will find out soon enough.

I know I cannot see you, and talk to you as I would like. My sources tell me the three of you are well on your way to reconciliation and it will be complete by the time you receive this. I have instructed my lawyers to address any correspondence with you accordingly. My sources also inform me that you, Carol, are finally with child by Dave. Dolly would be so pleased to know that. I deeply regret she did not live to see it.

Congratulations, my children.

I wish now I had known all those years ago that the three of you had entered into a matrimonial agreement. I would not have approved, assuredly, but it would have curtailed my other actions. At the very least, I know now that I did you grievous injury, and the depth of that injury. It cost me the love and respect of all my children, and the chance of ever seeing and holding my grandchildren. I cost you the opportunity to have them while still in the prime of your youth. Riekie, although it pained me, you did right to ensure your twins never got to know me.

Carol, I crushed the flower of your youth and almost irreparably damaged your very soul. Riekie, I destroyed the joy of your chosen career, and probably damaged your soul as well. Dave, I destroyed everything you ever hoped and dreamed for. For that, there can be no forgiving. I understand. It is your love alone, which I am humbled by, as has allowed you to survive and has brought you back together. Please do not allow anyone or anything to separate you ever again.

When I saw you and Dave together in September, Carol, I finally understood the love that you share, and was astounded that it was still so strong after all those years. When told that you, Riekie, were a part of that love, my heart finally broke, and I fully comprehended the injury I perpetrated on you all. Carol, in some ways I wish you had let Dave finish the job he started that day, although like you, I would not want him to get in trouble with the law over me.

I know there is nothing I can do to undo the wrongs I have committed against the three of you, but in my own way, I must try to at least partially atone for what I did. My estate is not large by most standards, but of what I have, I leave you the largest portion. Each of my children will get something, but you three will get the bulk of it. It pales beside the injuries I caused you, but is the least I can do. I wish I could do more to prove my sincerity, but my time has almost run out. Please use it to enhance your lives and ease the pain I have caused.

It is not enough — words never are — but from the depths of my worn out heart, I humbly apologize to you all and though I do not deserve it, I beg your forgiveness.

In mortal sadness, Carol, Riekie, and yes, Dave, I love you all, 

Robert Scott Sr.

Stunned silence. That's all there was after we read that letter. Carol finally broke down and cried. I was in shock.

Riekie fumed, totally unimpressed by the apology, consumed by twenty years of hate and hurt. "The effrontery of that goddamn asshole! He thinks he can buy our forgiveness! He had to literally be on his deathbed with the fear of his God in him before he'd admit he did anything wrong! Well, at least we know for sure the son of a bitch is gone, and can't hurt us anymore! I still say there's a special place reserved for him in Hell! Good riddance!" Then she too, broke down and wept, mourning not the loss of her father, but her lost innocence. I thought Carol's weeping derived from similar thoughts.

Carol, through her tears, agreed. "The only good thing I see from this is that now I know for sure he can't hurt me anymore and I'll never have to face him. I feel so relieved! I don't want his money! It's a pittance for what he put us through! Can we send it back?"

I said little. What could I? I felt as if my great enemy had slipped from my grasp before I could exact retribution. I felt hollow, empty. All I was able to do was gather my wives in my arms and hold them. My only words: "It's over now. Finally."

We found out the aunts received a similar letter with their small share of his estate. They tended to be more magnanimous, and accepted his apology, for their own peace of mind, saying it gave them a sense of closure. I knew it might be years before my wives and I could reach their state of grace. The pain was still too fresh, the damage too immediate.

We took the cheque to our legal team, and asked them what we should do with it after explaining to them what that man had done to us. The girls said they didn't want his 'blood money' contaminating what they had worked so hard for, and that Ben had left us out of love. Emotions were so high the legal team had few options. After reading the letter, they finally took the cheque for us, and put it in a special separate account.

Our lawyer asked. "Is there anything — anything at all — you could use this money for that would help assuage the pain of the injuries he caused you?"

The girls could think of nothing, and vehemently decried using it at all, except charity. As we already donated heavily to charities through our investment plan, I didn't think that was necessary. However, I did have an idea they might accept if presented properly. I told the lawyer to leave it with me while I thought about it. When we got home, I gathered all three wives to me, and pitched my idea. Diane thought it would be a good use for such a windfall that we otherwise didn't need. Carol and Riekie at first wanted nothing to do with this 'blood money' as they kept calling it.

I asked them then, what was the very first hurtful thing they recalled that man doing to them that fateful summer. They thought about it, and then Riekie sighed. "He got his face in a knot and needlessly ruined our summer by bringing us back to town. I hated him for it." Carol, remembering what she told me she and Riekie had done that summer, thought a few more minutes and agreed.

I pitched my idea. "What if we could have, not that summer, but all the ones from now forward? Why not use his money to preserve wonderful memories and build new ones? What we'll be preserving can't be sullied by him, or his money, and in a way it's fitting. He took it away once, but now will be responsible for preserving it for all time."

Carol asked incredulously, "David, can you do this? Can you make it happen?"

"Carol Anne, it will only take a phone call to find out for sure."

Riekie's only comment now was, "Do it, David. That would be like rubbing the old bastard's nose in it. Do it."

I dug a dog-eared paper out of my wallet, and called the number on it. This was an idea I'd had for months, but never thought I'd have the resources to pursue it until Ben left us the bulk of his estate. I had thought to use some of that, but this windfall was even more appropriate to the task.

The phone was answered on the second ring by a pleasant sounding male voice. I introduced myself and why I was calling. The nice man on the other end was very helpful. He said he'd find out the information I wanted, and call me back within a few days. I left him our number and mailing address in case he wanted to send us any documentation. He sounded hopeful. At the news, my wives brightened up and were the happiest they'd been since we received that fateful letter from their now dead father. There's nothing like a determined course of action to get people moving forward.

A few days later, I received a call from the nice man. He said everything I wanted was available if we could negotiate a price. I asked what the starting price was. He gave me the numbers. The prices he quoted were more than fair. I didn't haggle, and told him to start the proper legal proceedings at his end. He would hear from my lawyers shortly. I wanted this done as quickly as possible. I called our legal team straightaway and explained what we wanted to do with Scott's money, and how much it would cost. I gave them the name and number of the nice man, and told them to contact him or his lawyer, however it worked, and to close the deal ASAP for the quoted prices.

By the end of May, the deal closed. The Alpha Project members were now the proud owners of the old cottage, and the derelict farm containing Riekie's road and the old barn. Scott, in a pique, had ruined their last summer there, now he paid for preserving our dearest and most sacred memories. Fitting, eh?

At our legal team's office, as we signed the last of the documents to transfer ownership, I said to my wives. "I've thought about this a lot. For our memories to have any validity at all, and to keep them pure, now we must do what we said we couldn't. We must at the very least, accept his apology, and possibly even find it in our hearts to forgive, otherwise, every time we go there, we'll feel cheated, and in some way, may not be much better than him. I've read and re-read his letter several times, and from the wording, I think he was sincere."

Diane, there both as our wife and a signatory, had no personal axe to grind with Scott other than he had damaged all her lovers in one form or another, reminded us, "To err is human, to forgive is divine. Even the folk of the Old Ways know this. The Goddess cannot bless this purchase until we lay our pain to rest by forgiving."

Carol, Riekie, and I stared at Diane in awe. She appeared to have grown, with an aura of power about her, and she sounded so much like Mom when she uttered those words, we all knew she was right. Carol was the first to relent. Tears in her eyes, she whispered, "Daddy, I forgive you, apology accepted." Suddenly it seemed Carol was several years younger, and her beautiful features softened. She appeared to have a weight lifted from her, and sat even straighter in her chair.

Riekie, at first refusing to give in, saw the change in her lover, wife, and sister. Realizing Carol seemed transformed, she, too, said, "Dad, I forgive you. I accept your apology." Like Carol, it seemed as if years fell away from her, and she, too, sat straighter in her chair.

I had never addressed their father as anything other than Mr. Scott or Sir. My response was simply. "Mr. Scott, I accept your apology, and forgive you." Like the girls, I suddenly felt younger, as if a weight had been lifted from me, and sat up straighter in my place.

Diane laughed out loud. Holding the deeds, she raised her arms in the air and spoke very clearly, the power of the Goddess radiating from her. "The Goddess is pleased! Bless this house, and all who will dwell in it." The lawyer and his clerk simply shook their heads. They were becoming accustomed to the eccentricities of their 'Alpha Project'.

Purchasing the cottage and the old farm property was only part of it. It had to be maintained, taxes paid, and on and on. We were absentee landlords, and would be except for brief periods each year. We might literally only make it down for one or two weekends. The money from Bob Sr. more than covered the cost of the two properties. Because they were adjoining, it was reasonable to assume at one time the cottage had been the actual farmhouse. There was still a considerable amount of the inheritance left. We set it up so the balance could be utilized to keep the taxes on both properties paid and to look after maintenance. If the principle made a little while it was sitting there, that was fine.

Carol was expecting in June, Diane in mid-September, and Riekie shortly after. That meant our only window of opportunity to visit this summer would likely be mid-August. Carol and the new babies might be ale to travel by then, but Diane and Riekie would be starting to get uncomfortable. Realistically, I didn't think we'd be able to see the old place this year after all and began to question the wisdom of buying it at all.

I contacted the nice man, Joe Carnegie, we bought the cottage from, and who had been instrumental in getting us the old farm. We had had little contact since my first enquiries, as our lawyers handled everything after that. When I first called him, I had mentioned we talked to him in the fall, when he had given me his phone number. He said he'd talked to two or three young couples last fall who admired his home, and had given them all his number. He still hadn't twigged to just which couple we were. I'm sure he'd have remembered the beautiful young woman who innocently flashed him after telling him she just got pregnant, but at the time of our first contact, I didn't remind him.

From the beginning we made it clear to Joe there was no hurry for him to vacate the cottage — that we bought it for no other reason than sentiment, with the deepest sentiment actually being attached to the old farm, particularly the lane and barn. We indicated we were extremely busy with our new house, and might not be able to use the cottage before next year. We would contact him to let him know when we wanted to take physical possession. In the meantime, it was better if the house remained occupied. Joe was retired, and liked to keep himself busy. He had recently lost his wife, which was the only reason in the first place he considered selling what had been their dream home.

When I called Joe this time, I floated an idea past him. I suggested he could stay in the house as long as he wanted, rent-free. In return, he would keep up the maintenance at our expense. We would ensure the taxes were paid. He would pay for his own utilities and heat. My main concern, as I told Joe, was just to have someone we could trust living in the house. Carol and I had seen the obvious care he lavished on the place, and knew he'd be an excellent tenant. As there was only one of him, I felt he wouldn't even have to leave (unless he wanted to) whenever we did manage to visit there.

I told Joe about the old barn and road and their sentimental value to us. He knew of them, and had checked them out more closely after I had expressed interest in the property, partly to make sure they were both on the same parcel of land. I asked him, if he was willing to stay, if he would keep the barn from falling into worse disrepair than it already was, and to brush out our old walking trail.

Joe was intrigued, and decided he'd stay on. He already regretted selling the house, but this might be an even better deal. I told him there would not be any lease or other legal documents. This was strictly between us as a gentleman's agreement. We would shake on it the first time we got together, whenever that might be.

He laughed, "Hell! It may not be free board, but who can turn down a free room, especially one that's already set up for my comfort?"

I explained to Joe what I wanted done. "Brush out the trail, but don't open up the entrance to the old farm lane though, Joe. Keep it hidden. Just improve the old trail so two, preferably three, people can easily walk abreast. Don't kill yourself. Take your time. You may wonder about the old barn. Leave everything you find inside AS IT IS. There's a red-cedar lined box with some blankets in it. It's already secured to the floor I think; just put a padlock on it. If that box disappears, or the blankets get lost, you and I are in deep, deep shit (Rule One).

"All I want done to the barn is to stabilize it and keep it from falling in, at least in my lifetime. Oil the rollers on the doors and get them moving a little more freely. You may have to replace some barn board and some of the roofing. The last time I was there, the missing boards were lying on the ground, but still sound. Don't be climbing if you're alone. If you have to hire someone to help you, send me the bill.

"If the traveled portion of the old lane starts to grow up, trim it back, but don't touch the old maples. Buy a packet or two of wildflower seeds and scatter them the length of the trail. You might, if you are able, replace some of the stones that have fallen off the fencerows. And for God's sake, don't show it to many people. This lane is very special to us, and we don't want it to become a thoroughfare. If young couples obviously in love discover it, let them walk it, but discourage all others, please."

I guess Joe must have had an epiphany. "Wait! David! I said I wasn't sure which of the young couples that made enquiries you were. All were very nice and seemed sincere, so I would have had no problem dealing with any of them. But there was one couple in September that really stood out. They said her family once owned the house. She was absolutely beautiful, and if I may say so, did an old man's heart good. What I remember most is they said they were expecting a son. The amazing part was she said they just got pregnant that day, and both of them believed it. The young lady seemed almost magical, so I bit my tongue on my doubts. Are you that couple?"

I laughed. "Joe, I thought you'd figured it out with the first phone call. Yes, we're that couple, and that was no joke. My wife Carol Anne did get pregnant that day with a son. Actually it turned out to be fraternal twins. The other one is a girl. The twins are due June 21, exactly nine months after our visit. Our Son was conceived in the old barn, his sister a day later in a conservation area on the way to Toronto. My wife has the unusual ability to know, at the instant of conception that she's pregnant."

Joe was incredulous, and then he said. "She sounds like something I was just reading about."

"Oh, what's that, Joe?'

"Well. I was rummaging around getting ready to pack (Which I don't have to now, thank you!), and I found a box of old books left by the previous owners. Many were in Dutch, and looked like math textbooks, but there were a couple that seemed like little more than handouts, but once I started reading, I became fascinated. They described a religion they said was the oldest in the world, called Wicca. Somewhere in one of those books, I read about a Princess of the Goddess, who was aware she was pregnant from the instant of conception. Isn't that odd?"

"Joe, I don't want to scare you, but my wife is a Princess of the Goddess, and the books you found were left behind by her family. Her grandmother was at the very least a Priestess, and possibly High Priestess of Wicca. My own mother is the current High Priestess. If this is too much for you, and you want to cancel our deal I'll understand. We're not crackpots, Joe. We just serve a different religion."

Joe laughed. "Your beliefs are your own. This is too good a deal to mess with. I'm glad you told me, though. I'll definitely save those books for you. They probably got overlooked when the old ladies <Old ladies indeed! Wait 'til he meets them!> moved out, and they probably have sentimental value to them. I told you I was fascinated by what I read. Now I'm truly intrigued. Perhaps when you have time, you can enlighten me further. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me about your family?"

I thought maybe Joe had learned more about the Old Ways than he at first let on. "Yes, Joe, one other thing. I don't have one wife, I have three, and they're all pregnant. They're all Princesses, and they all knew instantly when they got that way."

All Joe said was. "Damn! Gets better and better! Guess I better get a bigger bed for the master bedroom. I'll send you the bill. Which room do you want as the Master? I saw the north room was set up that way, but somehow it doesn't suit what I know of you from just our short chats. I sleep in a room with bookshelves in the east wing. That's where I found those books."

And that was that. Joe accepted us without reservation. "The south room in the main house, Joe. It was Carol Anne's and my Second Wife, Riekie's room. It has special warm memories for us. Without being vulgar, Carol Anne and I lost our virginity to each other in that room with the blessing of her family. Keep the room you're using. That was Carol Anne's grandparents' room. We'll need a king size bed if it'll fit <chuckle>. I'll set up an account for you at the furniture store in town and also at the Home Hardware so you don't have any out-of-pocket. They'll send me the bills directly. Just give me their phone numbers from your book, to save me having to go through Information."

We chatted a bit more. Joe was a delight. He gave me the phone numbers I requested, said he'd set everything up the way we wanted, and for me to keep in touch. I would have liked to drive down there right away, but Carol was into her ninth month now, and travel was out of the question. When I told My Wives that Joe knew about our situation, they all wanted to drive down just to give the man a hug. I always said, from the first I met him, he was a nice man.

As soon as I got off the phone with Joe, I called the two stores and set up an account with each, backed by my credit card, and told them Joe Carnegie would be the one using it. The managers both knew Joe, and spoke highly of him. To save time on the information relay, I asked each manager to call Joe and let him know the accounts were set up.

While we were negotiating and closing the deal on the cottage and old farm during the month of May, other things in our lives were moving forward. The construction on the new house was going well, and the weather seemed to be co-operating. So far, we hadn't had a rain-out. The basement was dug and the foundations poured. The sub floor for the main floor was laid, and the septic tank and bed had been installed and inspected. By the end of May, the outside walls were up, the roof was on, and the structure was being closed in.

Early May was Riekie's birthday, her 38th, although she looked to be in her early twenties. Her birthday fell on a weekday, and when the other wives asked whether to celebrate it the weekend before or after I picked the one after, which was also her private time. We had a small party, and a big cake. As I did with Carol, I got her a diamond ring to match her new wedding band. That night, we reaffirmed our vows to each other in private. She loved the ring and then loved me almost to unconsciousness; her screams of fulfillment were heard at Mom's. Really. They said so. I didn't walk bowlegged for a whole week, but damn close.

The Twenty-fourth of May Weekend (Victoria Day), we planned a large party, probably the last we'd have for some time with my wives all being so advanced in their pregnancies. Roy and Patty were definitely able to attend. It would be the first we'd seen them since Thanksgiving, and this time they would be able to stay for the whole weekend. Carol was as nervous as a mouse in a room full of hungry cats. She had been so suspicious of Patty for so many years, she was afraid she'd say something inappropriate.

The party was planned for the Saturday night. Roy and Patty managed to get her parents to sit the kids, so it was just them. They arrived Friday evening. Carol's fears were certainly misplaced. She and Patty hit it off almost instantly. I think seeing the obvious love between her and Roy helped a lot, but Patty's open affection for Diane, and her genuine pleasure at seeing us reunited were certainly factors. Both she and Roy were stunned at the beauty of My Girls.

Roy enthused. "Jeezus, Dave! We thought from those pictures you showed us last fall they were knockouts, but in person, they're even more gorgeous! And Riekie's twins! What a pair of sweethearts!"

"They're not just Riekie's twins, Sergeant Major, they're ours."

"Whaddaya mean, 'ours'? They're way too young."

"We'll tell you and Patty over supper."

So, over supper, for the umpteenth time, we told the story of how the twins came to be. After that, we brought them fully up-to-date on everything that happened since Thanksgiving. I'd told Roy some of it during our infrequent phone conversations, but they didn't have the full story. I hadn't yet told Roy that their number one suspect in the document rigging scandal was dead. After supper, I handed him a copy of the death certificate, and told him that part of the investigation was over. Roy and Patty were in a state of shock when we finished with our whole magnificent saga.

Patty broke the silence. She went to Carol and Riekie, and hugged them warmly, planting warm kisses on their lips. "Oh, you sweet girls! What you've been through! I knew when David and Muffin (it used to be Dave and Diane, Patty!) first told us last fall, I thought it was the most wonderful love story I ever heard! And it still goes on! If there's ever anything — ANYTHING — Roy and I can do for you, let us know! We owe you all so much!"

That about summed it up. Patty adopted my wives as her sisters. The rest of the weekend, she became inseparable from them. She and Diane had been close before, but this was a step above! I swear Patty fell in love with my wives and they with her! There was certainly a connection that transcended normal friendship.

The rest of the weekend went well. The party on Saturday night was a huge success, and all our friends except those in Calgary and Vancouver were able to attend. Roy and Patty stayed over until Monday, and went to the big Victoria Day fireworks display with us Sunday night. The kids loved it. As Victoria Day marks the traditional beginning of summer, our summer started out, like our winter did last Thanksgiving, on a high note marked by a wonderful visit with Roy and Patty.

After the Victoria Day weekend, life slowed down a little. No more parties, just work. I really began to be glad I'd taken that leave of absence. There was no way on God's green Earth I could have managed to accomplish everything that needed to be done if I'd remained on the job, especially with the hours we worked.



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Chapter 99


Immediately following the Holiday weekend, my friend Bob and I made the trip to Kemptville and picked up the Canadiens. It was a one-day trip, but still a long one. We already had the other horses moved up from Bob's the week before. It was a good year for green growth, and there was lots of pasture. We corralled the Canadiens for a couple days until they got used to the other three horses, then let them loose. They settled in and soon acted as if they'd been born on the place. We would spend this year training them to harness, and start our breeding programme the following year.

The rest of May was taken up with closing the deal on the old cottage and coming to grips with our emotions regarding Carol and Riekie's father. Although we accepted his apology and forgave him, we still had twenty years of anguish and heartache to deal with. I remember telling Carol in September that although she was basically healed at that time, she still had twenty years of carrying the burden, and she wouldn't recover from that over night. Riekie and I were no different, with our own twenty-year loads of emotional baggage.

We realized our acceptance of Bob Sr.'s apology and our forgiveness of him was our opportunity for closure on that very painful time of our lives. But... for us to fully have that, we had to permit ourselves the luxury of closure. Diane's experience and loving support helped us a great deal. Of even greater significance and benefit was the total unconditional love we shared among all four of us, our complete openness, and our friendship.

This experience just showed us the benefit and importance of those long, emotionally draining talks on the way home from Calgary. It took awhile, and several sessions of mutual tears, but we finally came fully to grips with our past, and were granted final closure. Bob Sr. would never be our friend, but he was no longer the enemy. For Carol and Riekie, it allowed them to be able to once again look at some of the fond memories they had of their father and their family when they were very young without them being coloured by the trauma of their teenage years. We did feel lighter, and our already bright outlook on the future brightened even more.

Although just three weeks from her due date by the end of May, and as big as you'd imagine from carrying twins, Carol was still very horny. Her lovemaking was loud, wet, and wanton. Riekie and Diane were also very 'amorous', with hardly a night going by I wasn't making love to at least one, and often all of them.

We had all taken to the Kegel exercises like ducks to water, and the results in our lovemaking were mind-bending to me to say the least. Riekie's muscle control, always phenomenal, became even more so. What she could do to Rascal Sweet Prince while he rutted inside Sweet Mrs. Pussy was indescribably delicious! She could make me cum with hardly a stroke from me, and my orgasms, always intense with these three nymphs, went completely off the scale for volume and especially force of ejaculate. After claiming they felt me squirt harder than ever into them, and despite their mutual contention that hand jobs wasted His Precious Stuff, the girls performed one occasionally just to see how far I could shoot! My already excellent love life had never been better!

May rolled into June. The Spring Prom was the first weekend in June. We made a point of driving down to watch all the young men and ladies in their formal finery as they made their grand entrances to the hall. They were handsome and lovely, and so full of hopes and dreams, but they looked so young! Was that what we looked like that wonderful night twenty years before? We returned home from watching the Prom arrivals somewhat subdued, but still happy in the promise of our own future.

The weather that June was idyllic. Rain, when it came, fell at night, watering the gardens and lawns without interrupting work during the day. The pasture was lush, and the hay crop looked like a bumper year.

Carol was a peach. Big as she was, she kept her spirits up. I'd heard a lot of horror stories about women going through crazy hormonal changes during pregnancy, but she was wonderful — no wild cravings (except for sex, maybe... ), no mood swings, or anything negative. She was the picture of contented beautiful woman through her entire pregnancy. Her skin glowed and her hair became even more beautiful — thick, rich, and luxuriant. She was as 'big as a house', but never complained she looked ugly as so many do. Her breasts grew a full bra size larger, but not disproportionate to her body, and her nipples were very sensitive. She wouldn't let us baby her, and maintained as normal life as possible.

Diane and Riekie were both in their sixth month, and both showed quite large as well, especially Riekie, also carrying twins. Like Carol, they didn't experience any strange hormonal excesses except to be extra horny. All three wanted to be pregnant, and accepted the negatives with it. All my wives looked extremely sexy, to me anyway. I wouldn't be slightly biased would I?

During the first part of June we finished the nursery. It was already decorated, and simply lacked furnishings to handle five new babies. Diane and I already had a crib and changing table. We got four more cribs and two changing tables to match. We put two cribs and one changing table in our room for newborns and the rest in the nursery. It was a little cramped, but would only be needed until we moved into the new house.

And... like all expectant mothers, Carol had been busily 'nesting', building up a layette for the twins. It seemed every time she and her co-wives went to town or one of the nearby small cities on their not-too frequent shopping trips (I'm a guy — frequent shopping means more than once every six months!), she came home with another load of things for the babies or the nursery. I will say, though, that she concentrated on practical things. Having three 'grandmothers' helped, too — Mom, Pie and Jo were always buying some 'little' thing they just knew the babies would need. And of course, this was reciprocated on Jo, such that Dad and Paul complained to me about lack of storage space for all Jo's layette.

The shopping excursions weren't just for Carol to make baby acquisitions either — there were two other gravid ladies nesting too! For me, we couldn't move into the new house with all its extra storage soon enough, as all the baby paraphernalia they acquired threatened to overload the current house by sheer volume.

The night after the Prom, Mom called the girls and asked them to come over and wouldn't take 'No' for an answer. When they got there, Carol (and the other two!) was surprised with a baby shower. Of course I knew of the preparations, helping Mom with the guest list for this surprise party, but Diane and Riekie didn't. It was a party specifically for Carol — their turns would come. Because of their empathy, Mom had kept the arrangements secret from those two, as she didn't want them to give anything away in a moment of unguarded thought or excitement.

Carol didn't have that many friends in the area, having lived away for so long (there were some old school chums she'd re-established relations with since that day in January we met so many folks while shopping) but the guest list was still quite large. Val managed to sneak up from Montreal without Carol's knowledge, and Patty was there as well. Karen couldn't make it, but sent Mom the money and specific instructions on what gift she was to buy for her. As Carol's best friend, Joanne was Mom's co-hostess. Judy was there, as was Julie Brown. The wives of our legal team members were in attendance as well, and all of my cousins and aunts. I don't know where Mom found room for all those ladies in her home. There were over fifty of them!

My youngest sister, Joan was the surprise guest. She made one of her very infrequent visits home, just to attend this special party and meet My Wives for the first time. She knew Diane well, but had never met Carol or Riekie. She talked regularly on the phone with Mom and Heather, and had been kept up-to-date, but never experienced us 'in the flesh' as it were. Joan and My Wives hit it off with an instant chemistry, and just maybe it would give Joan a little incentive to visit home more often... 

From all reports, Carol was totally delighted, once she recovered from the surprise. As if we weren't already becoming lost in a pile of baby things, Carol made out like a bandit with gifts from the guests. Notable amongst them was Karen's, a sturdy double stroller designed just for twins. The aunts got a large play pen, and Mom got her a beautiful rocking chair to match the one she got for Diane when Jenny was born. The other ladies literally 'showered' her with a myriad of baby clothes and infant toys. Storage space was becoming a premium, and of course, we still had showers for Diane and Riekie to look forward to.

Progress on the house was well ahead of schedule, thank the Goddess. With what the girls were acquiring, the spare room was filled almost to capacity, with little room for guests if we had to put them up! We needed the planned storage of the new house, and we needed it yesterday. The crew bought into our Zero Defect policy wholeheartedly, and went 'the extra mile' to ensure things were done correctly, frequently staying a little longer so a particular job was completed before going home. They fell in love with My Girls, and as they began to show more and more, were very solicitous of their well-being. With the structure basically closed in, work on the interior, the slowest part of the job, continued. The sub- trades moved in to do their jobs — electrical, plumbing, and HVAC. There were constant meetings with the crew and site foreman on appliances, colour schemes, and fine points of decorating.

Mid-month, the weather turned exceptionally warm, in the first heat wave of the year. The girls, carrying all that extra weight, became quite uncomfortable, but kept their spirits up. The were just so happy to be expecting babies, there was little that could discourage them, although Carol was so close that when the heat came, she wished she would come to term. She only had another week to go, so 'grinned and bore it'.

On the twenty-first, even though it was a Saturday, Diane, Riekie, and I were at the job site right after lunch attending yet another site meeting. Jo, showing quite large at six months herself, was keeping company with Carol because she was so close. A few days earlier, Carol's breasts had begun leaking a clear, yellowish viscous fluid Riekie called 'colostrum' so we knew she was getting very near. We all felt 'antsy' all day, and Carol said she felt 'heavy' with a pressure as if she constantly had to have a bowel movement, and a back ache, symptoms I remembered Diane having with Rhiannon and Jenny.

We didn't really want to be away from the house because it was Carol's official due date, especially since her symptoms said she was due within hours. If the contractor hadn't insisted he had only this day for this particular meeting and would keep it short, we probably would have taken Carol into the hospital sooner. Suddenly both My Girls flinched, grimaced in pain and grabbed my arm to steady themselves. Their mind-meld speech let me know what was happening:

Diane: "Ow! Jeez! David! Carol Anne..."

Riekie: "Needs us! It's started!"

Together: "We have to get to her NOW!"

I had been anticipating something soon, so I knew exactly what the girls were talking about. We took another ten minutes to wrap up the meeting and then quickly excused ourselves. We started back to the house just as Jo came to the door and called for us. We hurried home as quickly as the two pregnant ladies allowed. As we neared the house, they both stopped and grimaced again. Damn! Carol's first delivery, and the contractions were that close together already?

We had wanted a home birth, but the potential difficulty of delivering twins forced us to opt for the hospital. Because things can happen more quickly than anticipated, we took advantage of a new policy of the hospital. We pre-registered Carol and the other two so that when we arrived, hopefully with a warning phone call to allow the delivery team to assemble, we would not have to waste time filling out endless forms and answering questionnaires. Pre-registration also allowed us to name in advance who we wanted present as coaches, and set in place an automatic response at the hospital when we called.

We ran into the house. Carol was on the couch in the living room, her face flushed and obviously strained from the contractions. We had a well practiced drill — Riekie timed the contractions (Not hard to do when she and Diane were experiencing sympathetic ones) and called the hospital. She told them we were coming in, who we were bringing and why, the timing of the contractions, and how long we'd be. She asked the hospital to call Doc.

While Riekie and Diane got Carol to her feet and ready to move, I retrieved the pre-packed travel bag from the hall closet, threw it in the van and opened the big side door to receive her. Jo called my parents and apprised them Carol was in labour and we were taking her to the hospital. Then she called Joanne and let her know, too. We used the van because of the wide side door for easier access. To make it easier for Carol to step up I had made a small wooden step.

When I returned to help Carol out to the vehicle, she was able to walk unassisted and climbed into the van with less difficulty than expected. We had pre-arranged that all three of us and Mom were coaches, and would be present. Riekie had her camera, and would document the whole birth. This had caused some consternation with Doc Hackett when we said we were going to do it (He thought the camera was unsanitary, and four coaches would crowd the room.), but we had prevailed. I think Riekie's arguments carried more weight, especially when she threatened to withdraw her services from his office. Doc had gotten too used to having his extra time off... 

I drove, the girls in back with Carol, comforting her and timing her contractions. We arrived at the hospital with her contractions down to four minutes. Diane and Riekie managed to 'disconnect' from the mind meld with Carol so they could function without the distraction of sympathetic contractions.

Thanks to the pre-registration, the hospital staff was ready and waiting. They got her on a gurney and wheeled Carol straight to the birthing room, a large, airy room decorated in friendly colours. Gone are the days when delivery rooms looked more like operating theatres, thank the Goddess. Doc arrived within a few minutes.

Carol was prepped and Diane and Riekie helped her change into a gown; I don't know where she had it stashed, but the girls knew, apparently, because they dressed her in the old football jersey I gave her twenty years before. She looked absolutely radiant and gorgeous in that faded red jersey with the big gold '69' on front and back. We laughed as we remembered the giggles they'd had over the 'unfortunate' number I'd worn. Carol was going to give birth the same way Riekie had, with one major difference — we'd all be there with her. The hospital staff were reluctant to let her wear the old sweater, but a stern word from Riekie and Doc soon had them quiet. They just got Carol settled onto the birthing table when her water broke, soaking the hem of her shirt, which pleased her immensely.

Carol laughed as another contraction distorted her pretty face, "Another souvenir for you, Honey. You'll hafta get a laundry marker and put our names in these so you can tell them apart. Too bad we don't have one for Muffin."

About the same time, my parents and Paul's family arrived with the four children, Paul carrying Jen. Jim, Judy and Joanne showed up a few minutes later. There was a little commotion with the staff when Mom tried to enter the birthing room, as she was supposed to be with us. Carol insisted loudly and vehemently that her Mother be with her, and we actually had to refer them to the pre-registration forms that indicated Mom was a coach. Even Doc had trouble getting the rest of the team to understand. We probably would have had less hassle if we'd taken the time to bring Mom with us, but Carol's contractions were close enough we felt we didn't have time to stop and pick her up. Dad and the others were forced to sit it out in the waiting room, though.

The kids were very upset they couldn't be with us, but after a quick word from Mommy Riekie and Mommy Diane, they settled down. Mom told them to tune their Sight as sensitive as they could, and they might be able to sense what was happening. Whether it would work or not, they joined hands and soon became lost in their concentration as they tried to See what was happening (even little Jen), achieving the result we wanted — four quiet kids.

In between Carol's contractions, I recalled for all of them, including Diane, the following story when Jenny was born and I was Diane's coach:

"When Jen was born, still wet, and they were tying off the cord, she opened her eyes and looked straight at me. I was the first person that kid ever made eye contact with! We had selected her name in advance (Guenevere if it was a girl, and Evan if it was a boy.), and I said 'Welcome to the world, Jenny' <I shit you NOT! That's a quote, and simple and inane as it sounds, I planned to use it with every new birth in our family. >. Remember that Doc? I swear she smiled (babies can't have that much gas can they?). I was instantly smitten, and lost my heart to a 6lb 8oz bundle of joy. She still has it, even though she has come dangerously close to breaking it upon occasion.

"When Rhiannon was born five years earlier, and we lived in another town, that particular hospital didn't allow fathers to be present at the birth, but... I knew the instant she came into the world as I felt the first stirring of the old Power after many years of absence. <Riekie almost swooned when she heard this and hugged me tight.> I didn't get to see Rhiannon until they brought mother and child to their room.

"I remember the nurse made a point of handing Rhiannon to me then. She was asleep, but I lost my heart to her anyway. As the oldest and therefore first, as you all know, she is still the apple of her Dad's eye, but I missed that opportunity for that deeper eye-to-eye bonding I later experienced with Jen. And before anybody starts asking, Dad's have more than one heart to give away — it's just the nature of the beast. That's how we can continue to function if one of them breaks it — we still have at least one left. Or so the story goes..."

Carol's labour was mercifully short with absolutely no complications for her or the infants. She needed neither epidural nor episiotomy, ensuring a quick recovery for her. Within about an hour, at two-fifty-three PM, EDT the first of the twins was born — the boy we expected — at 7lb 1oz, whom we named Benjamin Franklin. Nine minutes later, at three-oh-two, his sister arrived in the world — Katelyn Elizabeth, at 6lb 14oz. Carol had dibs on naming them and after a family meeting way back in the winter, where she first proposed their names, we had agreed unanimously without discussion that naming them after Ben and his wife Kate was fit and proper.

Both were fairly big for twins, but not surprising considering the size Carol got to be at the end. Most twins are born early, but ours went full term. A few minutes later, with both babies held to her breast, she passed the placentas as well. Riekie used up several rolls of film photo-documenting the entire process.

Both babies were full-term, healthy and normal with lusty lungs. Each newborn was laid on their mother's tummy while the cord was tied. Under Riekie's watchful eye, and the ever present eye of her camera, at Doc's invitation, I was honoured to cut the cord of each. I learned later this was becoming a more widespread practice, the general consensus being it involved new fathers even more in their wives' deliveries. I couldn't agree more. Carol's red jersey with the gold numbers was stained with their birth blood similar to Riekie's.

Never were two babies so fussed over. As Carol's first, they were special (First children to the first First Wife.). They were special, but would receive no different treatment than their four older siblings or the three to come — special, but no special treatment — all our kids are spoiled <grin>.

Because of my earlier experience with Jenny, my wives and I ensured we arranged ourselves where we could see the babies being born. Of course, Riekie positioned herself or moved around as needed to get the best camera angle. Mom stayed with Carol and held her hand through the whole birth, reassuring and quietly encouraging her.

There is nothing more moving than being present at a natural childbirth and seeing the miracle of live birth, especially when they're your own. The wonder and awe of it cannot be overstated. The miracle of birth is one of the most spiritual events anyone could ever witness. Having the High Priestess of Wicca present with one of her apprentices added to the spirituality of the moment.

Benji was born wide-awake and alert. His eyes were as brilliant a blue as his mother's, and his fully formed hair was the colour of wheat. Because of the angle and my position, I was the one who made initial eye contact with Benji, and like his older sister, I swore he smiled when I said, "Welcome to the world Benjamin Lloyd."

Mom said a prayer to the Goddess as I cut his cord. After that, the nurse, a former schoolmate, took him to be dried, measured, and weighed. She wrapped him in a light blanket then placed him in my arms. "Hold your son for a few minutes, Dave, while your wife finishes her work."

I took the small bundle from her and had my first good look at my first-born son. I was instantly captivated by his brilliant eyes that seemed to hold a wisdom and intelligence beyond time. I tickled his tiny hand and his wee fingers wrapped around my big one. Once again I lost my heart to a newborn and I knew then I'd sell my soul if necessary to protect and nurture this wonderful young man. Here was my new Best Friend.

Nine minutes later, Benji's sister Katelyn swam out of the womb with an ear-piercing howl. I'm sure they heard her back at the farm. With lungs like that, she was her mother's daughter... She also had her mother's startling blue eyes, but her full head of hair was a little darker than Benji's and you could already see the red highlights. Without a doubt, she was another Princess.

I was holding Benji, swaddled in my arms. He was awake and alert, and appeared to be watching as closely as the rest of us for his sister's arrival. As Katelyn entered the world, I repeated my greeting, "Welcome to the world, Katelyn Lloyd."

Katelyn's eyes seemed to scan the room and take in each of us almost in recognition with just a hint of a smile. Each of us tried to make full eye contact with her, but she seemed to pause only a second on each one, lingering longer on Mom, as if searching. As she held me in her gaze for a brief second, it suddenly shifted to her brother, held in my arms. I swear a spark passed between them as the two infants made full eye contact.

The experts say neo-natal infants can't focus their eyes for several months, but I swear these two knew exactly what they were seeing. Those same experts say newborns don't smile either, but if you had seen these two, you'd have sworn they smiled in total recognition and absolute joy upon first seeing each other in the light of day.

I handed Benji off to Riekie who fussed and cooed to him while I performed the cord cutting for Katelyn and Mom said another prayer to the Goddess. The nurse then took her to be dried, measured, and weighed. When she was returned to me a few minutes later, wrapped in a light blanket, I got my first look into those marvelous eyes that, like her brother's, held a wisdom and intelligence that was almost supernatural. As she took my finger in her tiny fist, I gave away another Dad heart and again felt my soul being stolen with the love of this precious bundle.

Doc was amazed at how quickly and easily Carol delivered her babies. "How do you do that? I've delivered many babies, and none has been as easy as this one, except for one, possibly." He looked at Diane, remembering how easily Jenny had been born. "You two have got to be related. Jenny was the easiest delivery I ever had before this. What makes it even more remarkable, you delivered twins."

Diane's contractions for Jenny started at about five AM and Jenny was born shortly after eight. With Rhiannon, her contractions started about two AM and the baby was born at five-twenty. Both were easy deliveries, and she needed no epidural or episiotomy either. We had always remarked on how easy her small frame delivered babies — 'like squeezing out tooth paste'. Carol was no different.

At Doc Hackett's comment, Diane smiled lovingly at Carol and took her hand, squeezing it fondly. "She's my cousin and my wife, and I love her with all my heart."

A tired, but happy Carol pulled her down for a kiss. "And I love you, Muffin. Princess! Lover! Those Kegel exercises really worked! I feel better down there than what they said I would."

Mom relinquished her hold on Carol's hand as Riekie moved to her side. She took Carol's hand and leaned in for a sweet kiss, holding Benji in her free arm. "Yeah, My Love, they do, and keep doing them, even now. They'll help your uterus return to normal size much quicker. I think they'll help with post partum bleeding too. They can make someone else feel good, too..." <Giggle>

Carol, tired as she was, giggled too. "You mean I can make David howl like you do? Awesome! I can't wait to try it!"

Riekie laughed. "You should have been doing it already, but maybe you just made him feel good when you could have made him feel terrific. With the strength from the exercises comes control. Here's our beautiful son, I think he wants Mommy."

Riekie kissed Benji and carefully laid him on his mother's breast. Both mother and son visibly relaxed as Carol cuddled the newborn to her breast. Benji was already smacking at his fist, making sucking noises. Carol greeted our son with a mother's kiss. "Hi little Benji! We've been expecting you, young man! Mommy loves you so much! You are one handsome boy!"

I moved up to join them, laid Katelyn on her mother's breast, and kissed her myself, tears of happiness coursing unashamedly down my cheeks. "Oh, Sweet Wife, my First Love! Look at these miracles we've wrought together!"

Katelyn joined her brother, cuddled to her mother's breast, her fist to her mouth making similar smacking noises to Benji. The two infants faced each other, their gaze locked on one another. Carol cooed to the little girl and kissed the top of her head, "Hi, Katelyn! Mommy loves you so much! Oh, you're so beautiful!"

Carol, holding the two bundles of joy in her arms, returned my kiss, her eyes moist. She looked down at them and smiled so sweetly, resplendent in her happiness. "Ah! David, my Husband, my True Love! You sure can keep a promise, Lover! They are just too beautiful!... Uh! Oh! Another big cramp!" Riekie took her camera to the foot of the birthing table and Mom moved to join her as she snapped several pictures. Holding the babies to her breast, Carol's face showed a momentary strain, then she relaxed.

Doc, observing the results of Carol's latest contraction spoke to us. "Ah! Totally clean parturition! Carol, you're an amazing woman!"

Mom examined the expelled placentas (fraternal twins have separate placentas) before allowing the staff to remove it and pronounced, "Yes! Totally clean. The Goddess is pleased!"

Carol looked up to me and giggled. "Sorry 'bout that little interruption, Lover! Just had to pass something else! <giggle> Where was I? Oh yeah! Took us long enough! I wanna do it again! I can't wait to show you what I've learned. How long do we have to wait?"

At that particular moment, having sex with my beautiful wife who had just given birth to two beautiful babies wasn't high on my list of priorities, but if she was willing, I'd certainly move it up... (It's a guy thing... ) I answered as intelligently as I could. "Dunno."

Riekie was more on the ball, and of course, as a doctor, she knew the answer. "You should wait for five weeks to allow your uterus to contract to its normal size and allow the bleeding to stop. You should also practice your exercises several times every day to get your vagina tight again. There's some evidence to suggest breastfeeding helps the process. You shouldn't be thinking about that just now, though." Five weeks! I didn't know if Carol and I could keep our hands off each other that long!

Carol smiled sweetly at us. She pulled me down for another kiss then gazed lovingly at our new twins. "Seems so long! Bu-ut you're probably right, as usual, Princess. Let me just hold our babies, now. I think they're hungry. I hope so — my boobies feel so full!" As she spoke, wet spots started to appear in her shirt as her breasts began to leak.

Already Carol had forgotten the discomfort of pregnancy and the pain of labour — oh, she'd feel some blues and some cramps later, but right now she was on an adrenalin high. She'd also forgotten that I was already the beneficiary of her practicing her exercises while she was pregnant. All my wives had excellent control over their muscles, but the regimen Riekie had instituted had been heavenly. Diane and Carol hadn't gotten to the point of consciously manipulating them the way Riekie had so I fully expected to have some pleasant surprises in store for me as they became more adept.

Before Carol or the babies could get involved in their dinner, Mom asked to hold them. Diane and Riekie each took one from Carol and handed them into Mom's waiting arms. Mom beamed as she took the infants then had Diane stay by her side. She kissed each of the children then intoned. "They're so darling! Ah! To be present at the birth of your own grandchildren! I feel so blessed. On this Midsummer's Day, the Goddess is pleased, and blesses these infants with their names."

She looked first at Benji and held his gaze. The little bugger never flinched or wavered. "The Goddess and your family name you Benjamin Franklin Lloyd. May the Goddess continue to bless you and guide your spirit." We would teach him about his Canadian namesake, our dear friend, and benefactor, and hopefully he wouldn't get too hung up on the other idiosyncrasies of the historic one.

Then Mom addressed Katelyn. Like her brother, little Katelyn held Mom's gaze solidly. "The Goddess and your family name you Katelyn Elizabeth Lloyd. May the Goddess continue to bless you and guide your spirit."

Diane raised her arms skyward and breathed. "Our venerable Mother, the High Priestess has named our children. The Goddess is pleased."

The babies were returned to Carol's waiting arms, and the medical team finally managed to shoo us out of the birthing room, saying Carol and the babies needed to rest a bit and have their first feeding for which they needed some privacy. I wondered at that, as Carol and the twins appeared totally relaxed, and we had all seen Carol's breasts before, but that's the way of hospitals I guess.

I thought it was just the staff flexing their administrative muscle after we had forced our intents upon them... They said the excitement of having so many people around might keep Carol from releasing her milk easily the first time and she also needed a little instruction on best techniques for feeding twins. They certainly didn't know the exhibitionist side of Carol! We were told we could visit again as soon as they were moved to their room in about an hour. We had paid the extra and arranged for a private room, although our insurance was good for semi-private. On our way out, Doc squeezed my hand and kissed Diane and Riekie sweetly in congratulation.

With an hour to kill, we joined the rest of the family in the waiting room. The kids were excited, bubbling over with enthusiasm and happiness, and claimed they had Seen the births, but from the twins' point of view! We didn't have time to explore what they had to tell us, but I wanted to hear more. From the little I did gather, though, far from an exercise to distract them to keep them quiet, apparently they were actually able to give almost a running commentary to the amazed adults in the waiting room!

From the waiting room we made our way to the cafeteria. A cup of coffee looked real good to me about then. Everyone had a drink and seeing the time of day was close to supper time, we all had some of that ersatz slop the hospital nutritionist optimistically called food and hung labels on naming it common dishes we all normally like.

I bolted down my cardboard 'lasagna' and while the rest finished eating, made my way to the pay phones, calling card in hand. First on my list — Bob and Karen. Both were home when I called. Karen answered.

"Scott residence." Nice formal touch, that.

"Hello, Karen Michelle?"

"Yes?... David?..." She sounded a little hesitant. "Why are you calling at this time of... ? " A bell went off in her head, I think. "Eeeeeeek! Carol Anne had her babies! Didn't she?! Oh, David! Tell me she did!! Eeeeeeeek!!" Her shrieks of happiness made me hold the phone well away from my ear.

"Yes, she did, Karen Michelle, they just shooed us out of the delivery room while they get her and the twins moved to their room. Tell Bob I owe him a cigar or two."

"Eeeeek! David! Tell me everything! Hang on, I gotta call Robert. It's a wonder he didn't come running when I screamed. He must be out in the yard." She put down the phone and I heard her scream. "RO-O-B-E-R-RT!!" Then a pause. "David's on the phone! Carol Anne had her babies!!"... "YES!!" There was a clatter as she picked back up. "Sorry about that, David. He's coming now. Oh god! I'm so excited! Tell me everything!"

"Whaddaya mean 'everything'?"

Excited and happy, she fired off a string of questions. "Oh, David! I'm so happy for you all! Tell me all about it! How long was she in labour? What time were they born? How much did they weigh? Is Carol Anne OK? How're the babies? What's their names? How're Muffin and Princess? It's a wonder her labour didn't set them off, with their close empathy!"

I laughed at her excitement, it was actually funny. "Ha! Ha! Whoah, Girl! Slow down! I'll try to answer as best I can. Yeah, we're all pretty excited, too. I don't have a lot of time — I've got a bunch more calls to make before we go back in to see them. Here it is in a nutshell. We'll try to call again tonight as usual or maybe not until tomorrow to give you the details.

"Carol's first contraction was just after lunch, but she was having some more general symptoms all morning. Our Son was born at two fifty-three our time, and Our Daughter came along nine minutes later at three-oh-two, so her actual labour was only a couple hours. Damn! She's like Muffin! Like squirting toothpaste out of a tube! We named them Benjamin Franklin and Katelyn Elizabeth after Ben and Kate. Benji weighed 7 lb 1 oz, and Katelyn was 6 lb. 14. I forget how long they said they were. The nurse wrote it all down and we'll get a copy.

"They were full term, Karen Michelle, and according to both Riekie and our Doctor, they're healthy as can be. Carol Anne came through like a trooper. She's fine — more than fine! HA! She's already talking about making more! Hee! Hee! Muffin and Princess are a little jealous right now, I think. They felt her initial contractions but were able to disconnect from their mind meld so they could concentrate on what they had to do, but I think they're re-connected now."

Karen must have written down the pertinent facts, because she repeated back to me. "OK. David, I know you have other calls to make. Just let me check with you I got it right — let's see... Benjamin Franklin at two fifty-three Eastern weighed 7 lb 1, and Katelyn — is that K-A-T-E-L-Y-N-N? — at three-oh-two and 6 lb 14."

"Yeah, you got it mostly. Katelyn with a 'K', but only one 'N'. OK? Listen, I gotta go. We'll call you later."

"OK, David. I'll tell Robert what you've told me so far. Sorry he didn't get to the phone in time to talk. I'll let you go now. Call us when you can. Love you all. 'Byee!"

"G'bye, Karen Michelle. We love you guys too."

The next call was to Robbie and Jamie with whom we'd also kept in regular contact. It went pretty much the same as the call to Karen and Bob, less the screaming, although they were pretty excited that 'Mom' had given them a new 'brother' and 'sister'. I gave them the details I gave Karen and promised to call later in the weekend to flesh it out. They said they'd let Beth Richards know. The calls to Val and Heather were almost identical to the one to Karen, screams included. They said they'd start spreading the word. Roy and Patty, and Bob and Liz were the last ones one my list. Everyone else who needed to know quickly was already at the hospital. We'd call all our other friends tonight.



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Chapter 100


I finished with my phone calls and headed back to the group. They were finished eating and waiting for me. The hour the delivery room staff told us was just about up. I scooped up Jenny, and together with the rest of the family, we headed for Carol.

A nurse was just leaving Carol's room. She stopped in the open doorway, barring our entrance. I asked her if Carol was ready to receive visitors. When she saw the size of the group (Fifteen of us!), her eyes got huge. She was hesitant, but remained friendly and professional. "Yes, we just got her and the little ones settled in. The babies are fed, and Mrs. Lloyd is just finishing her supper, but... but... you can't all go in there at once. Only spouses, siblings, and grandparents may visit during non-visiting hours. All others must come during regular visiting hours. If she was in semi-private, you would be limited to two visitors at a time not including spouses and siblings. In private, you're allowed four, plus I don't think there's room for all of you at once."

I looked at my wives and grinned. I handed Jenny to Dad and scooped each of my pregnant lovelies into my side. We all had the same thought. I nodded and My Wives did their three-persons-in-one-body routine as from inside the room I heard Carol's voice saying the same words. The poor nurse didn't know what hit her when she heard their patented surround sound effect. "We are all Mrs. Lloyd." Diane and Riekie indicated themselves. "And these are our children. Please let us in to see our babies."

I saw the nurse note that three of the ladies, especially the two I was holding, were pregnant (And if she was smart, remembering Rule One <grin>), but she still acted like she would continue to block the door. Riekie got a very stern look on her face and spoke directly to the nurse. "I am not only Mrs. Lloyd, I am Dr. Lloyd. As the physician present, I take full responsibility. My wife and our babies will be receiving their family NOW, thank you. We'll work out our own rotation, but these people are all Carol Anne's family, and she wants to see them. If there is a problem, take it up with the Chief Surgeon, who also happens to be our family doctor." (In our small hospital, the Chief Surgeon was second only to the Administrator, and therefore God.)

The nurse blanched when she realized this was the same Dr. Lloyd who worked with Dr. Hackett. She stepped aside, then, to allow us to enter. "All right, Dr. Lloyd, as long as Mrs. Lloyd isn't overtaxed and she and her twins get their rest."

Riekie stepped to the door, glanced in the room, threw Carol a kiss, then turned to us. "The nurse is right about crowding. We'll go in first, David, with Mom and Dad and Grandpa Paul and the Oma's; and then you guys, Joanne, Jim and Judy. Is everyone Ok with that? Each group will only spend fifteen or twenty minutes with her. That should give each person a chance to see the babies and have a short visit with Carol Anne. Despite what she might say, she does need her rest, so we won't stay too long. The kids and any of us spouses can stay as long as we like."

Everyone agreed, I took Jenny back from Dad and we went in. The kids rushed in ahead of us, eager to see their new brother and sister. They babbled and giggled. "Mommy Carol! Mommy Carol!"

Carol was just finishing her supper as the nurse had said. She had changed to a soft blue nightie that went well with her blue eyes and the red highlights in her freshly brushed hair. She looked adorable. It was obvious she was tired, but she also looked extremely happy and proud, and so she should — just look at the wonderful, magical results of her labour lying in the cot at the foot of her bed!

When she saw the kids coming, Carol pushed the table away and held her arms out to them, momentarily diverting their attention from the new babies. The three oldest climbed on Carol's bed and gave her huge sloppy kid kisses and hugs. I set Jenny down with the other three and she crawled up the bed to give Mommy Carol a wet kiss and a hug. She was delighted to see them and hugged each tightly. "Hey! Munchkins! Come see me first! I wanna hold you guys! Let your grandparents have some time with the babes, then you can meet them and maybe we'll even let you hold them. Whaddaya say?"

Rhiannon, after a brief glance of silent consultation among them, spoke for all of them. Lately, when addressing someone for the four, you would see this glance then only one would speak, leaving the other three attentively silent. Rhiannon, as the oldest, was often that spokesman. They took the four-bodies-one-mind to levels even My Wives couldn't attain. "That's OK, Mommy Carol. We've already talked to them. They're real glad to be out of your tummy, but they miss how warm you were. They were scared, but we told them it was OK."

Those four never ceased to amaze My Wives or me! Just when we thought we had a handle on their abilities, they'd surprise us with something even more profound. They still do.

While the kids babbled away to Carol, full of questions, the rest of us gravitated toward the twins. I thought how progressive this hospital seemed, as they were together in one of those portable baby beds, but Riekie said that was just to save moving two cots from the nursery. She thought in the nursery they would be separated. After our experience with the older four, none of us liked that idea, and wanted them to stay together especially at night. I resolved to look into how difficult it would be to keep the babies with Carol all the time.

The twins were awake and alert, and seemed to be looking for the source of the kid noises in the room. Riekie and Diane picked them up, cooing and fussing over them. Damn! They looked good holding babies! Soon the little ones were being passed from parent, to grandparent, to grandparent. The little ones never made even a peep, and appeared to enjoy the attention.

Daddy seemed to take a back seat as the babies were held and loved by everyone. Finally, though, there seemed to be some unspoken agreement reached, and I received both in my welcoming arms. As their tiny fists wrapped around the index fingers of both my hands, I was once again overwhelmed with love and awe for these two tiny miracles. Both babies looked into my eyes and I became lost in their ancient gaze.

A soft voice from the direction of the bed broke me from my reverie. "Did I do good?"

Tears in my eyes, I turned to her and breathed, "Oh, yeah, Baby, you did real good. They're perfect!"

Carol held out her arms. "Bring Benji and Katelyn over here so the kids can meet them, and I need a hug, Lover."

While I'd been holding the twins, I'd been oblivious to everything else in the room. I noticed that almost all eyes were on me. I felt the heat rise in my face. "Whut?"

Riekie laughed. "Oh, you know... We were just watching the proud father. You looked a million miles away, and you had the dreamiest smile."

Mom smiled. "You were looking at those babies the way you and Your Wives look at each other. They might not have recognized that look of total love as observers, because they're always on the receiving/giving end, but the rest of us see it all the time. It has always been the sweetest thing to see — total love and total commitment. Now, the other children have been very patient, David, it's their turn to meet their new brother and sister."

Smiling uncomfortably at Mom's observation, I moved to the bed as the four older children gathered close by Carol, watching eagerly. Carol hugged them then had them move farther down the bed to give them room. Benji smiled and seemed to reach for her as I handed him to Rhiannon. Diane moved in to show her how to hold the baby. When I gave Katelyn to K.P., I saw the same interaction. Riekie moved to instruct her in safe baby-handling as well. J.D and Jenny moved in close to their sisters as they held the babies and waited their turn. I was pleased there was none of that 'Me first!' or 'Hurry up, it's my turn!' behavior from any of them. D.J. and Jenny waited their turns patiently and quietly.

Both mothers hovered close to ensure small arms were able to hold them safely, especially when they switched from one child to another. Even two-and-a-half year old Jenny got to hold them for a few minutes. The kids were mesmerized, and the babies seemed to recognize them all. The kids cooed and fussed over their new siblings, but were strangely quiet until we saw the significant glances and knowing looks and realized they were communicating among themselves and probably with Benji and Katelyn at that non-verbal level they were perfecting so well.

With Diane and Riekie supervising the four older ones with the babes, I was able to properly greet My Wife. She held out her arms and I took her into mine. We became totally oblivious to the rest of the room as we exchanged a very sweet and tender kiss that lasted forever. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but, OH! the love! As we gently separated, I whispered, "I love you, Baby, more than I can ever express. How do you feel?"

"I love you too, Lover. I feel wonderful, but I am pretty tired — I think I could sleep for a week. Oh! Twice now you've called me Baby and it hasn't brought up the old hurt. I always liked when you called me that. It made me feel so loved and warm. Now that we're finished with Daddy, just that good feeling is back, and I want to hear it all the time again. What made you start calling me that again?"

"Couple of things. I noticed earlier today you'd dredged up an old name for me — 'Lover'. The two always went together, and somehow it was fitting when you finally had your babies."

She sighed. "You're right. I was kinda daydreaming earlier today until the contractions started, remembering our first summer, and I guess that's why I called you that today. Damn! That was a good summer! Now, kiss me again, like you mean it, Lover!"

I lowered my lips to hers. Once more we became lost in each other as we exchanged our souls and hearts in a timeless kiss.

"Get a room!" <Giggle> "Somebody else would like to say hello to the new Mom and babies!"

Reluctantly we parted. Somewhere during our kisses, the grandparents had quietly exchanged places with Joanne, and Jim and Judy. I gave Carol a little peck on the tip of her nose and stepped back. "No rest for the wicked, Baby. I'll let you visit with your other guests. We won't stay long. You and the whiffets need your rest."

It felt so-o-o-o good to be able to use one of my favourite pet names for her again! Often times, since September, I'd had to bite my tongue to refrain from using it. Now that I could use it again, I felt liberated.

Joanne and Judy fussed over Carol and the babies as they had their visit. Jim seemed a little uncomfortable, but loosened up when he held each of the twins. He'd never held a baby before, and felt a little awkward at first, as most men do on their first time. Too soon for them, their allotted time was up. They kissed Carol and the babies good bye and said they'd drop in again tomorrow. Joanne said she'd call all our friends, like Jim and Julie, and Al and Karen to let them know the good news.

The grandparents all came back in for a few minutes to say their goodbyes for the evening. They didn't really want to leave, but Mom sensed how tired Carol really was, and hustled them out, saying. "Carol and her babies need some sleep; let's leave them to their rest. I'll call all your aunts and uncles, David and let them know. Praise the Goddess! I don't know when the arrival of new babies has been so widely anticipated! And... it's going to be the same for Muffin and Princess!"

With the other visitors gone, My Wives and children stayed with Carol for another hour or so, by which time she was fading fast, and hardly able to keep her eyes open. The new twins, freshly nursed (The older kids were fascinated to watch as Benji and Katelyn suckled hungrily at Carol's beautiful, bountiful breasts.) and in fresh diapers were sound asleep in their cot at the foot of the bed.

While Carol was feeding them, Doc Hackett came in to check on her and the babies as part of his evening rounds. I asked him, "Doc, any chance Benji and Katelyn can stay all night with Carol Anne? We don't like the idea of them being separated from each other in the nursery, and they're so content right now, I think they'd cry constantly."

Doc laughed. "Oh, for sure, David. We're not in the Dark Ages of post natal care here! We don't take the newborns away to the nursery anymore unless there's a medical problem that requires monitoring. These two are healthy and eating well already. They're best being left with their mother. Twins always do better if they're kept together. There's already a note on their chart that they're to stay with Carol."

My next question was on all our minds. "When will we be able to take them home?"

He surprised me. "If Carol and the twins continue as healthy as they are now, and as long as they keep eating so well," he indicated the youngsters smacking noisily and happily at Carol's breasts, "You should be able to check them out Monday — Tuesday at the latest. I'll be able to let you know tomorrow for sure. We don't keep them long now. Having babies isn't a disease, it's a natural, normally healthy process, and the sooner they're in their normal home environment, the better." My Wives and I heaved a sigh of relief. We wanted them home as soon as possible as we didn't want to be separated from Our Love, Carol, or the babies any longer than necessary.

Doc asked Carol a couple more questions and made a discrete examination of her tummy, then left. After the twins had sucked up their fill, been burped and changed (Diane and Riekie got that job), they soon fell asleep cuddled in their mother's arms. We gently removed them from her arms, placed them in the cot, and prepared to say our goodbyes to a very sleepy Carol.

The four older kids kissed Mommy Carol good night and tarried longingly at the twins' cot as I gave her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Good night, Baby. I'll miss you in our bed tonight. Come home to us soon. I love you. I'll see you as soon as we can get here tomorrow, but it might be after lunch. Get some sleep now; those little munchkins'll be hungry again soon."

Carol smiled sleepily at me and pointed to her heart. "I'll be with you here, Lover. It's only a couple of nights. You'll survive. Now get those other kids home to bed. It's getting close to their bedtime. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow."

I kissed her lightly one more time then gathered up the kids as Riekie and Diane said their own goodbyes. They both kissed her tenderly and murmured words of love to her. The nurse came in while Diane and Carol were sharing one of their patented lover's kisses. She coloured brightly when she saw it. I'm sure Carol and Diane saw her coming and purposely deepened the kiss for her benefit. Pausing briefly to kiss the new twins, we reluctantly headed out the door. I looked back and Carol was already sound asleep, a sweet smile on her beautiful face.

The trip home only took a few minutes. We were all tired and a little quiet, but very happy. I called Mom to let her know we were home again and advise her Carol could be home as early as Monday. She said she'd called all our relatives already plus Hank and Celia who said they'd let Tom and Sandra know.

The wives took the kids up for their bath and got them ready for bed. We tucked them in and read them a story, the girls acting out all the parts. Soon they were sound asleep in a heap with Ahab woven through them somehow. My wives and I retired to the kitchen to unwind and share a few quiet moments. It had been a long tiring day for us, too, and we would be hitting the sack early ourselves.

Diane looked thoughtful. "I heard you call Carol Anne 'Baby' a lot today. Why was that?"

I sighed. "I used to call her that all the time, didn't I Princess?" Riekie reached over the table, took my hand and nodded. "But... Bob Sr. called her that when he tried to rape her, and so whenever I used it, she'd get a painful memory flashback. She said today that she doesn't anymore, so now I can use my favourite pet name for her again. Way back when, we had a bit of fun over that name, and it became our favourite. Princess knows the story. It was part of the 'Name Thing' when we did the phone sex as our first intimate act."

Riekie sighed at happy memories. "Yeah! It was so sweet! Ya know, I almost lost David and Carol Anne's friendship over my stupid actions that day, but I also mark that day as the beginning for me, for that was the day I first admitted to myself my true feelings for David. I felt it before that, probably since I met him, but that day crystallized it." She squeezed my hand and mouthed, "I love you."

Diane said, "Well! That settles it! I've been wracking my brain for a good pet name for Mrs. Lloyd that we can all use. From now on, if she's agreeable, Carol Anne is 'Baby'. So say I." Diane hung 'Princess' on Riekie permanently, so I guess she thought giving Carol a permanent pet name was her special privilege as well.

I laughed. "Oh I don't think there'll be a problem with that. She told me today she wanted to hear it all the time, now. We'll just start using it. If she has any objections, she'll tell us." Thus, Carol became 'Baby' to all her spouses. I've never heard a kid slip up and call her 'Mommy Baby', though, like we sometimes hear 'Mommy Muffin'.

We were all tired, the conversation ran down and before long, we were yawning, fighting to keep our eyes open. We closed up the house and headed to bed. It was a little lonely without Carol. It was supposed to be Riekie's private time, but she insisted Diane join us for the night, else she'd have been alone. The three of us simply cuddled together and were soon asleep. I was awakened in the morning by two warm wet mouths licking and sucking my morning woody. My orgasm left me drained and happy. After a morning shower where I explored the nether charms of both to screaming orgasms, we got on with our day.

Sunday passed quickly. In the morning we caught up our morning chores, then after a light lunch, we loaded the kids in the van and headed into the hospital to visit Carol and the new twins.

When we walked in, Carol greeted us with warm hugs and kisses, Diane first. As she ran to embrace Carol, she said. "Hi, Baby! We missed you in our bed last night!" Carol seemed to melt at Diane referring to her as 'Baby'.

When Riekie greeted her with, "Oh, Baby. We miss you so much!" Carol raised an eyebrow at me, and smiled.

I took my turn giving her a sensuous kiss and whispered. "Hi, Baby. Miss us?"

Carol pulled me back for a second kiss. "Hi, Lover! Got 'em all saying it now, eh? Good! I miss you guys so much! I feel I could go home today, but they won't let me."

We spent the rest of the day with them until it was the older kids' bedtime, leaving only long enough to go to the cafeteria for supper. Unlike the Palliative Care Unit at Foothills, the hospital here wouldn't serve meals to family in the maternity rooms. Other visitors, including the grandparents, popped in and out during the regular visiting hours in the afternoon and evening. Benji and Katelyn slept most of the time, despite all the attention from visitors, awakening long enough to be fed and changed. When awake, they were quiet and seemed to take everything in with their large blue eyes.

Doc Hackett came in during the afternoon and confirmed Carol and the babies would be discharged sometime tomorrow, probably after lunch but maybe earlier, depending on his rounds. I made a note to get the infant seats installed in the van first thing the next morning. While he was there, Doc also gave Diane and Riekie a quick check to see how they were doing, and confirmed they were progressing normally. The older kids were thrilled when Doc let us all listen to the heartbeats of the three yet to come in his stethoscope. Not to mention four expectant parents... !

When we got home that night, after tucking the kids in bed, we called Bob and Karen and had a nice long visit with them. Karen was in between Diane and Riekie for her due date. As the three of them were so close together, they were more or less at the same stage of their pregnancy, and were constantly comparing notes.

After talking with Bob and Karen, we called the boys and also gave then the full details. Robbie and Jamie surprised us, announcing they were coming East to spend a week with us over the Canada Day holiday. Jamie had graduated from college in May, and wanted a holiday before starting his new job sometime in August. Neither had been east of Winnipeg, and they wanted to spend some time with us. They were arriving next weekend!

After we got off the phone with the boys, the girls got all in a dither, worrying about where we'd put them up. The spare room was jammed with baby stuff, with just a path to the bed. The girls were the only ones to use the room on Saturday nights. They didn't mind the clutter as it was only temporary until the new house was ready, but declared it unfit to house guests. Mom's was out of the question, Paul and his wives were still there, with Jim and Judy on weekends. I told the girls for a week we could let them use the fold out bed in the living room — the boys wouldn't mind. They knew about our space constraints and would adapt. The girls weren't so sure... 

"C'mon My Loves, there's nothing we can do about it tonight. Let's just go to bed and sleep on it. Maybe we'll have a brainwave overnight."

In stereo. "You're right, David. Let's sleep on it. And... let's see if we can keep it from Baby. It'll be a wonderful surprise for her."

"Can you two keep it from her for a whole week? She's bound to figure out something's up. She'll sense your excitement at the very least."

"We think we can, David. She'll be busy with the babies, and if she does catch our excitement, we'll just tell her we're planning a surprise for you."

When we went to bed, Diane got the cuddle spot, but Riekie curled into my back felt just wonderful, too, despite the summer heat. I made love slowly first to Diane and then Riekie from the spoon — their tummies too swollen now for our preferred missionary position. In this position, I was able to caress their tummies, large with new life and fondle their succulent boobies. They might be almost seven months pregnant, but their libidos were still very active. Totally connected empathically, each came when the other did, loudly and wetly, their screams echoing through the house. Three rather satisfied individuals fell into a deep, contented sleep, cuddled in each others' arms.

Next day, Monday, we rose early. At breakfast, we told the kids about Robbie and Jamie's upcoming visit, and told them we were going to make it a surprise for Mommy Carol, so they couldn't breathe a word to her. The children were totally excited at the visit and also the idea of surprising their parent.

After breakfast, I called Jim at the dealership to arrange for two infant carriers to be installed in the van that morning. Jim said the shop was busy, but he had anticipated my call since Joanne called him on Saturday with the good news. He congratulated us and said the appointment was already made. All I had to do was show up when I was ready.

I made a quick visit to the house site to check in with the crew and let them know the good news. The guys were almost as happy as us, and seemed to go back to their work with a renewed enthusiasm. I checked with Diane and Riekie, then headed into town, making a quick stop at the smoke shop on the way in.

While I was away, the girls and kids were to put the finishing touches on the nursery — not that it needed anything, but they were sure they'd overlooked some preparation. They also said they'd think more on how we would accommodate Robbie and Jamie during their one-week stay with us.

At the dealership, Jim saw me drive in. "Leave the keys in it, Dave. The boys will have it done in no time."

"I feel a fool, Jim. I should've had these seats installed weeks ago. I just got wrapped up in everything else. Oh, by the way — have a couple cigars!" I handed him two cigars from the boxes I'd bought at the smoke shop. A blue band on one announced 'It's a boy' and a pink one on the other 'It's a girl'. Trite, but what the hey! It isn't everyday I get to announce the birth of twins!

Jim wasn't busy with customers, so we visited for a few minutes. Jim wanted all the details of the delivery to take home to Julie. He said Joanne didn't have a lot of time when she called.

About fifteen minutes later, the service manager came over and said I was good to go. He was very patient with me, and explained how the seats worked as he demonstrated. "You could've just bought the seats and set them up yourself. But then, most new fathers — and I was one once, too — usually need a little guidance the first time. They're a simple rear-facing baby carrier which just fastens in under the seat belt. When you pick them up, unbuckle the seats and take them in with you... like this. Secure the little ones in the seats... like this, then just buckle them in... like this. These are top of the line, and have solid carrying handles... here. They're also convertible to forward facing for when the kids grow. Just follow the instructions on this sheet. Keep it in the glove box."

When I went to pay, Jim waved me off. "Dave, Julie and I only got a token gift for Carol's shower. These are our real gifts to Carol and the babies. We tried to get them sooner, but they were backordered and just came in on Friday. When it's time for Diane and Riekie, they'll get the same — but don't tell them now and spoil their surprise. We already have them, so they're ready either for the next shower or when you need them." He handed me a card. "Give this to Carol."

I was overwhelmed at their generosity. These car seats were NOT cheap! I clasped Jim's hand and pulled him into a hug. "You've always been a good friend, Jim. Thank you from Carol Anne, the babies, and me. Take that hug home to Julie for us, willya?"

Jim and I shook hands and I drove home. Riekie and Diane met me at the door, faces beaming with four children bouncing excitedly. They could barely contain their excitement as they babbled in their synchronous speech. It was fun to listen to them.

"Carol Anne called..."

"Doc said they can..."

"Come home any time..."

"We don't have to..."

"Wait until after lunch..."

"We're all ready..."

"Let's go..."

"Get 'em!"

Four young voices chimed in, "Yeah, Daddy! Let's go get 'em!"

While Diane and I strapped the kids in the van, Riekie quickly called my parents to let them know we were off to fetch Carol and the new babies, then we were off to the hospital.

On the way in, Riekie told me, "Muffin and I decided the boys can't sleep in the living room. We asked Mom if she had room over there for the extra and unused baby things in the spare room. Most of it's clothes and toys for when they get bigger. She said she had lots. The one bedroom in the basement is still unused, so while you were in town, we sorted out everything we would need for the next month, which wasn't much. Paul and Dad are going to take the rest over to Mom's while we're away getting Baby and the babies."

She giggled. "Huh! 'Baby and the babies' — sounds like the name of a '50's or '60's rock band. I LOVE it! <giggle> An-ny-way... By the time we get home, the spare room will be cleared and ready for the boys. Doing it while she's away, she'll not wonder why we're clearing the spare room. Carol Anne won't be up to housework for a while yet, so if Muffin and I clean the room, and keep that door closed, which we do anyway, she'll never notice the change.

When we got to the hospital, I unlimbered the car seats and we went up to Carol's room. Carol was dressed and sitting on the bed, swinging her heels. As we walked in, she slid off the bed and grinned. "'Bout time ya got here. Thought I was gonna hafta walk home." She opened her arms and took hugs from all of us. "The twins ate just a few minutes ago. They're OK for a couple hours now. Take us home, please."

My wives and I strapped the babies into their carriers and collected Carol's belongings, including the various plants that had been sent by well-wishers. Everyone had something to carry. A nurse showed up with a wheel chair for an indignant Carol, who protested, "I walked in here, I'll walk out!" But the nurse insisted, saying it was 'hospital policy'. Rather than create a scene, Carol acquiesced and allowed herself to be wheeled to the exit. I left them long enough to bring the van around. We quickly strapped everyone in and headed for home.

When we arrived home, all the grandparents were there to meet us. The welcome Carol and the newborns received, you'd have thought she'd been away for weeks instead of a couple days. Even the guys from the construction crew used their break time to be part of the welcoming committee.

Their first day home was busy. We had visitors in and out all day. I fetched Diane's rocker from the spare room and set it up in the living room so Carol could rock the babies without withdrawing from the family. Even with the rocker and the support of the rest of us, all the comings and goings became quite taxing on Carol and the babes got cranky. She bravely soldiered on, not wanting to snub people who dropped in to visit thinking they were doing a GOOD thing, but I saw the effect on her and finally drew the line. I spoke to Riekie, who agreed, and as the doctor, sent them upstairs to bed for naps and just peace and quiet in the mid-afternoon. The rest of us took turns lying with her, just holding her, and changing diapers as needed. By supper time, Carol was rested, the babies were past their crankiness, and she was able to join us for the evening meal.

At supper time, Carol sighed and said. "It's very nice to have all these visitors, and they mean well, but I wish we could just get away. I was thinking, David... I know we can't travel yet, but do you and the girls think we might be able to go to the cottage next month? My five weeks of enforced celibacy will be up by then, and I can think of no better place to resume our love life."

I agreed, but wasn't sure if the babies and the other two would be able to handle the long drive.

Riekie spoke up. "It's a wonderful idea! The babies should be well established in their routine by then and should be able to travel. Muffin and I will still be able to travel as long as we can make pee stops. We'll be a little uncomfortable, but no more than we are sitting at home. We all need a break. Our lives have been a turmoil for almost a year now — it'll be therapeutic for all of us."

Diane was enthusiastic. "Yeah! And I'll finally get to see this magical place I've heard so much about. David, call Joe and make the arrangements. We'll need to set up a nursery there. Is there room?"

"Tons of room. I'll call him tonight. I should anyway, just to let him know about Benji and Katelyn's arrival."

After supper I called Joe and told him our good news. He was ecstatic. You'd have thought he was one of the grandparents! I asked him to set up the west bedroom as a nursery with two large cribs and to get a couple sturdy rocking chairs. One for upstairs and another for down.

Joe laughed when I told him what I wanted. "My daughter, Janet, is way ahead of you! Neither you nor I thought of it, but she did. We already have a nursery ready for twins, complete with changing table and one rocking chair. I'll get another one for downstairs. The master is set up as you asked, and the other two rooms are set up with queen size beds. When do you think you'll be coming?"

A hurried consultation with the wives. "We'll be down for Civic Holiday weekend and hopefully the following two weeks. I'll let you know the full plan once we get it firmed up. I'll let you go now and talk to you later."

"OK, David, and again, congratulations. I can hardly wait to see you all. Good Bye."

Their first night home, the babes were restless in their new surroundings. We were up with them several times and Carol's rocking chair got a good workout. Diane and Riekie were up just as often as Carol and I, and we were all tired in the morning. Needless to say there was no passionate lovemaking that night, but there was certainly a lot of loving cuddling centred on Carol.

In the following days Carol and the babes settled in and a routine of two-to-three hour feedings and frequent changing was quickly established. With two other women in the house, Carol's burden was greatly reduced. Unlike many first-time mothers, she had lots of help, and was able to get much-needed rest, avoiding most of the moodiness and anxiety many new mothers get simply from being over-stressed and fatigued. She had a few mood swings as her hormones readjusted, but nothing serious, and Mom was able to provide some herbal remedies that alleviated the worst of the 'post-partum blues'. The older kids were simply fantastic and loved their new siblings dearly.

I helped where I could, becoming quite proficient at changing diapers (Seemed I always got the smelly ones... ), and was the designated 'burper'. I didn't mind a bit, as this was my special time with the little ones, allowing me to bond with them. I spent a lot of time rocking and talking to them, often lost in the depths of their old/young eyes.

The wives looked after the daytime, and I got the night shift, allowing Diane and Riekie to get their rest, too. We didn't need either of them succumbing to exhaustion so close to their own due dates. The babies thrived and grew quickly. Despite having only grown one bra size, Carol had ample milk for the twins and often expressed some with the aid of a breast pump so there was always a supply in the fridge for those few times when all they wanted was a little snack or Carol was temporarily unavailable. Benji and Katelyn had healthy appetites, leading to much gentle teasing of me. "Well, we know they're yours for sure — look at them eat!"

With a practicing physician on the premises, the babies' and their mother's health was monitored closely. Riekie soon had Carol on a healthy nursing diet and a more rigorous exercise routine to tighten her tummy, further reduce the size of her uterus, and restore her figure and overall muscle tone. By the end of the first week, both Carol and the babes were healthy and content, with a consistent routine.

Work on the house forged ahead. The contractor said it looked good for an occupancy date no later than the end of October, and possibly earlier, barring delays beyond his control. The girls became more actively involved as the interior started to take shape, choosing paint colours, floor coverings, bathroom fixtures, appliances, and all the myriad details of finishing that go into a house. Carol was able to visit the site everyday with the rest of us to add her input.

Friday night, the boys called to let us know they'd arrived in Toronto. Fortunately, Carol was busy feeding the twins when the call came, and I was able to talk freely with them. They said they were going to take a day exploring the city, and would arrive at the farm sometime Sunday afternoon. I told them Carol didn't know they were coming. Her big surprise was set.



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Chapter 101


Sunday afternoon was a very warm, beautiful early summer day. The whole family was outside sitting in lawn chairs, just vegging in the shade after a busy week. The babies had just been fed and changed and were comfy in their infant carriers, awake and just taking things in. We had a barbecue planned for the evening meal. The salads were all made and we would be using disposable cutlery. Nobody wanted to be bothered with a big cleanup. The afternoon was ours just to relax and enjoy each other's company.

The kids were off somewhere playing, probably with the horses. Canadiens are a very gentle, people-oriented breed, and ours had taken to the children, especially Jenny. We had absolutely no fear of them being in with the horses, although My Wives, none of whom were familiar with large animals, were nervous of them at first. It didn't take long though, before they were captivated by the beasts themselves, and often if they disappeared, I just had to look in the pasture, where I'd find them brushing the horses, feeding them carrots and generally making a fuss over them. The Percheron filly I'd raised from a foal was such a pet, she thought she was a 'lap horse', and sucked up all the attention she could get!

An unfamiliar car drove up the hill and parked beside the van, out of sight. Carol didn't pay much attention as the car pulled in, thinking it was just another neighbour or old school chum dropping by to see the babies. We heard the car doors slam and two young men came into view around the van. Carol looked up, recognized them, and leapt to her feet screaming. "Robbie! Jamie!"

They grinned sheepishly and spoke together. "Hi, Mom!"

"Holy surprise, Batman! Oh! I'm so glad to see you boys!" She ran to them and tried to throw her arms around both at the same time. They sorted themselves out and Carol managed to hug each of the boys warmly.

Robbie spoke for both. "We're happy to see you too, Mom. We couldn't come East and not visit our favourite step-mom and our new brother and sister!"

Slipping an arm around each of them, she led them over to where the rest of us had remained seated with big grins on our faces. Carol beamed. "Look who's here!" Then she saw our grins and twigged. "You KNEW! You guys knew the boys were coming! Why didn't you tell me?"

Riekie laughed. "We wanted to surprise you — looks like it worked! We only found out ourselves the other day when we called to give them your good news."

Carol giggled. "Well! I am certainly surprised!" She turned to the boys. "So how long are my favourite stepsons going to be around? Surely you can stay for dinner? We're just having barbecue, but we've got lots."

Jamie laughed. "Yeah, we'll stay for dinner. Actually we were kinda hoping you'd be able to put us up for a week..."

Carol looked stricken. "Oh, damn! We don't have anything ready! The spare room's full of junk. Well, I guess we could put you up on the foldout, but I don't think you'd want to sleep on it for a whole week!"

Diane rose from her chair with some difficulty, slipped her arm around Carol and gave her a light kiss. "Don't fret, Baby! It's all looked after. The spare room is ready for them. After all, we did know they were coming, even if we did have somewhat short notice." Diane turned to the boys. "I hope you guys aren't too old to sleep in the same bed?"

Jamie laughed. "Not much different than camping in a small tent, and we do that all the time. We'll be fine."

Robbie and Jamie then got reacquainted with us, collecting warm hugs from all. They were anxious to meet the new twins, and were delighted we'd named them after their parents. Benji and Katelyn appeared to like the boys. When they asked if they could hold the babies, the little ones cuddled right in, as if they belonged. That thieving pair stole another two hearts instantly.

Just as I was about to go looking for them, the kids came running up. The twins, in the lead, recognizing them, ran screaming to the boys, to be scooped into their arms to give and receive sloppy kisses. Rhiannon and Jenny, who had never seen them before, never hesitated, and latched onto the boys' legs, screaming their delight with their sisters. The boys, to their everlasting credit, set the twins down, scooped up the other two, and got wet kisses for their efforts. After they introduced each other, it seemed as if the boys, Rhiannon and Jenny had known each other forever.

When all the squealing, hugging and kissing was over, we found chairs for Robbie and Jamie and started catching up. The kids never left the boys, and I noticed an interesting development. Rhiannon and the twins stayed close to Robbie, taking turns sitting on his lap or just sitting quietly at his feet on the grass, while Jenny climbed on Jamie's lap and stayed there until suppertime. The boys didn't seem to mind all the childish attention, actually appearing to revel in it.

As we conversed with these fine young men, I detected they were holding something back. I figured if there was something they wanted to tell us, they'd do it in their own time, but I was curious. I felt strongly that My Wives had detected the slight tension in them as well, so I bearded the lion. "Robbie, Jamie, I get the distinct impression there may be more to your trip than you're telling us. Is there something we should know about?" My Wives all nodded in agreement.

Robbie looked a little embarrassed. "Busted! We do have some news, but we wanted to settle a few details before we told you. We will be away for at least a day, probably Wednesday. The reason — the company I work for has a position for me in Toronto they want me to take — it's a promotion, but I told them I wanted to check it out first. They've been after me about it since last summer — this is my last chance to scope out the job before they give it to someone else. Originally, I wasn't sure of taking the transfer because I had no one here in the East, but that's all changed now with Mom and the rest of you here. You're the only family of note we have now, and I'd like to be closer to you."

I was stunned at Robbie's assertion about us as family. "Robbie, that's wonderful you think of us that way, and we feel the same about you, but what about Jamie, your relatives, and your girlfriend? Your whole life has been in and around Calgary."

Robbie smiled. "We were never that close to our relatives. They're scattered all across Canada. There's even some not far from here. I broke up with my girlfriend right after Dad's funeral. I saw the rude way she treated all of you, especially the twins, showing me a side of her I didn't like one bit. When I confronted her for being so rude, she said she didn't like kids and never wanted any. Well, I want a house full, so for that alone, I knew she wasn't the one for me. When she made some snide remarks about Mom, the other wives, and Karen Michelle, showing total ignorance and disrespect, I lost it completely and showed her the door. So, except for my brother, I don't have any serious connection with the West. As for Jamie, I'll let him speak for himself. Bro?"

Jamie hugged Jenny as she cuddled in his lap. "See this precious mite sitting here? This ... along with the rest of you... this is my family. Robbie told it right when he said we didn't have any close family out West. Hell, about the only time we ever see any of them is at funerals and maybe the occasional wedding, but we're hardly ever invited to those. You remember, Mom. They're friendly enough people, I guess, but we've never really socialized or been part of each other's lives like we are with you people.

"I'm like Robbie on the girlfriend thing, too. I broke up with mine the same time as Robbie, and for exactly the same reasons, except mine went a step farther on why she didn't want children, saying she didn't want to be 'all stretched out by some fat-headed kid'. She thought all pregnant ladies were ugly and made a rude comment about the way Mom looked, who I thought and think is beautiful. I was so mad, I'm afraid I almost slapped her. I called her a few choice names and told her if I never saw her again it would be too soon. I never even said goodbye when I left.

"So I don't have any connection to the West now, either, except for growing up there. My new job starts in August. What I haven't told you is that it's in Toronto. I've known that since I was accepted last year before I graduated. Even Dad didn't know. He just knew I had a job waiting. I didn't say anything because of Dad's health — I didn't want to upset him and Mom more than they already were. Oddly enough, Robbie and I, although working for different companies, might be working in the same building, that is, if he accepts the transfer. I'm coming East regardless — I don't have any choice. I accepted the job a year ago, and it's here. It has a real future I'd be crazy to pass up.

"Wednesday, Robbie's going to check out the work environment at his new job while I look at apartments. We looked at a few yesterday when we said we were sight seeing, and I found one or two of interest, but I have appointments to look at some more on Wednesday. All I know is, when we come back Wednesday night, I'll have a place to live, and we'll know if Robbie's gonna take the transfer and promotion. So there you have it. We're just full of surprises today, aren't we?"

I don't know what amazed me more — the fact that the boys were moving East, or the obvious attachment they had to us as their family. Hell, except for Carol, they hardly knew us, but their affection was obvious, especially the way they interacted with the kids and Carol. When I met them in December, they alternated between calling Carol by her name, and the more affectionate 'Mom'. Today, they never referred to her as anything except 'Mom'. From the way they greeted her today, and the way she greeted them, it was also obvious they adored her as a mother figure, not a big sister.

Carol was overwhelmed. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she went to each of the boys and hugged them close. "You have no idea how much I love you boys, as if you were my own. It'll be so good to have you close enough for regular visits"

The rest of the boys' visit was almost anticlimactic after that. We had a grand time with them and toured them all around the area, showing off our part of the world. The kids latched onto them and became almost inseparable from them — the three oldest mostly with Robbie, and Jenny with Jamie. They played games, wrestled, and generally had a ball.

When we became a little embarrassed that the kids seemed to be monopolizing them and tried to get them to give the boys some space, the boys came to their defence, claiming they loved the attention. The boys even took over the nightly tuck-in and story reading! Their Mommies and Daddy still had to give them their nightly kiss and hug, but the boys quietly usurped the rest of their bedtime routine.

Having the boys around was a treat. They didn't act or want to be treated as guests, pitching in and helping wherever they could. They learned how to change diapers and shared that daytime burden with the wives. They could often be found with their small child shadows in tow, just looking at the twins as they slept. The kids had them out with the horses, and the whole group could often be seen sitting under a shade tree in the pasture talking quietly.

Tuesday, Canada Day, we all went to a gala fireworks display. We thought the Victoria Day celebration was bright and loud! Wow! This one was spectacular, even for a small town. It was also a poignant day for Carol, Riekie, and I, as exactly twenty years before, I had boarded a bus to Ipperwash amid their tears and protests, marking the beginning of our breakup and long separation. The joyful celebration meant more to us than most except Diane would have realized.

On Wednesday, the boys left very early in the morning to arrive in Toronto with most of the day ahead of them. They returned late after the kids went to bed. Before they'd tell us how their day went, they rushed upstairs to give the girls their goodnight kiss.

Carol couldn't stand the suspense. As soon as the boys came back downstairs, she demanded. "C'mon, guys! How'd you make out today?"

Jamie laughed. "OK, Mom, don't get your girdle in a knot! I found a two bedroom apartment I like not too far from work, and the rent, for Toronto, is reasonable."

Robbie added, "And I'll definitely be taking the transfer. I met several of the people I'll be working with and saw how they work. They made me feel right to home, and I really enjoyed the work atmosphere. Those people have fun when they're at work, and they get a lot done."

Diane asked. "So when does this all take place?"

"Not soon enough for us!" Jamie said. "It cost extra, but I took immediate possession of the apartment today and made arrangements for the cable and telephone. I took Robbie over to show him after he finished at the office. That's why we're so late getting back. He likes it too. We've set it up so we both start our jobs the middle of August. We're gonna drive down so we arrive about a week before we have to start. That'll give us time to get some furniture and set up the apartment. If you're still at the cottage then, and if we have time, we might pop in on you for a night."

Robbie added. "Yeah. We'll fly back home and spend the next month finishing up our business out there. Fortunately, all of Dad's business is wrapped up, so it's just a matter of getting rid of the house, which we think is sold — we had a really solid offer on it just before we left from one of those playboy oil types the architect had in mind when he designed it — such a creature actually exists after all! We'll know as soon as we get back. Then it's just a matter of packing our clothes and heading out. Anything we can't bring ourselves we'll have shipped. Actually, most of our stuff is still packed from when we moved from the apartment back into the house, so we're ahead of the game a bit."

We congratulated the boys on their jobs and their decision to move East. We were all still very moved that they wanted to be closer to us, whom they considered their true family. I always was impressed by these young men and the way Ben, Kate, and for a brief time, Carol, raised them...

The rest of the boys' visit flew by. It was also Carol's second week home from the hospital. The babies settled into more of a routine, with four-hour feedings and sleeping longer at night. I never heard of better-adjusted babies (I'm not in the least bit biased, either, ya know... ). Our sex life during the boys' visit returned to 'normal' — as normal as it could be with two very pregnant wives, and the third under doctors orders to refrain from active sex for another 3 or 4 weeks.

By that second week home, Carol's libido more or less returned to her usual high state, and she wanted some form of gratification. Thus, one night early in the boy's visit, Riekie informed us the prohibition by the doctor was against penetration only and promptly demonstrated just how we could get Carol off, by going down on her. While Riekie teased and tantalized Carol's glorious lips and clit, Diane and I explored and teased her luscious milk-filled breasts. Together, we brought Carol to several very noisy and wet orgasms. Carol's breasts leaked heavily when she was aroused, and we all learned the delight of licking and suckling at her breasts for the sweet taste of her milk. Over the next several nights, we all became very cunning linguists.

Much to the delight of the subject of her attention, Carol polished her skills as a fellatrix in the wee small hours after the babies' late feeding. Carol became insatiable for the taste of Precious Stuff, and whenever she could, anytime of the day, she practiced her art on him. During this period she revealed a new skill — that of inserting a finger in my anus and stimulating my prostate — producing even more memorable ejaculations. Several times she blew her Prince in the kitchen while the other two worked around us and kept an eye out for kids or grandparents wandering in. Rascal Sweet Prince hadn't had it so good in some time, and his proud owner wore a happy grin most of the time.

Riekie at six months, and Diane at six and a half, found our favourite position uncomfortable with their swollen tummies. We became quite proficient at doggie style and the spoon position, with them announcing their joy to the world with loud screams and howls as usual. Every morning at breakfast, the girls blushed brightly at the boys' knowing grins.

Yes, that week was a lot of fun, as we discovered new ways and rediscovered old ways to express our love.

All too soon the following Saturday arrived, with Robbie and Jamie driving back to Pearson for their flight west. The kids were devastated when they left, clinging to them and not wanting to let them go. They only released their death grip on the boys when promised they'd see them soon and they'd phone as soon as they got home and as often after that as possible. The girls knew that Robbie and Jamie were moving East, and they'd see them more often than ever, but they still didn't want them to leave now. As the girls clung to them, the boys had tears in their eyes, too, and insisted they'd be back soon enough. I couldn't believe the bond between our daughters and those young men.

As we watched the boys drive away, the three oldest, through their tears, wailed in their now familiar three-speak, "We're so afraid they're not coming back to us and we'll never see them again."

"Why would you be afraid they won't be back? They're moving close by next month."

That's when they dropped a 50 megaton nuclear bombshell on their unsuspecting parents. "They have to come back! We're going to marry Robbie. We Love him. He is the One." The surround-sound of their young voices amplified the shockwaves from the explosion beyond imagining.

You could just hear the capitalization of 'Love' and 'One' in the way they made that earth-shaking declaration. A chill went down my spine and my vision blurred. My wives gasped and paled. I felt three sets of arms reach out and grab me for support. The four of us staggered as the shockwave from their bomb radiated outward, searing our brains. If we hadn't been clutching each other, I'm sure we'd have fallen to the ground.

Irrationally, maybe, the thought occurred to me, 'Well, that at least partly explains the strong bond I noted, eh? Now what the Hell do we do?'

The kids spoke with such finality and conviction we were very aware this was something they knew, not just thought they felt. I felt an affirmative stirring from the Power. Almost idly, I wondered if the boys were aware of how our little cherubs felt, but instantly realized it was probably mutual.

As the shock of their pronouncement (as opposed to announcement, the tone being so final) reverberated through my befuddled brain, my first serious question to myself was, 'How could six and seven year-olds know that what they felt was True Love?' The whole situation was so mind-boggling and surreal I thought maybe I was in an episode of 'Twilight Zone' or 'The Outer Limits'.

Visibly reeling and trying to maintain a grip on her wits, Riekie squeezed my arm almost painfully and directed a question at K.P. and D.J. "W-why R-robbie? W-what about Jamie?"

The twins never got a chance to answer her as little Jenny piped up. At two and a half now, she had become amazingly articulate for her age. In the past few months, she had grown in language skills at a phenomenal rate, such that she was almost on a par with her three older siblings — no mean feat, because they spoke beyond their years, too, and we had the notes from their teachers to prove it. We always assumed it was because we talked to them constantly in 'real' language, but their training with Mom added even more. Being empathically connected to the other three probably helped the language portion of Jenny's brain develop early and quickly as well. The three oldest weren't quite prodigies as such, but Jenny was borderline, at least in language skills.

The 50 megaton device the older kids dropped paled beside Jenny's 100 megaton bomb as it landed in our midst, knocking us all into next week. The shockwave and aftershocks reverberated through our already overloaded brains. "Robbie is for them! Jamie is MINE! He said so! He Loves me and I Love him!"

Really! Mr. Serling, even you couldn't conceive of this plot! Maybe Heinlien — nah — not even him...

The blur on my vision darkened, my mind almost shut down from the EMP of her device. Fortunately (?) the presence of the Power strengthened and seemed to lend me some fortitude to withstand this second onslaught on my consciousness, while at the same time confirming what I had just heard. My wives gasped again and clung tighter. I thought Diane might faint, but she held her feet, rocking back into me. This was her baby still!

The three oldest, firing a second salvo that turned our world even more upside down, backed Jenny up. Rhiannon spoke for them, but it was clear all four had the same thought. She intoned as she does when revealing a Sight. "We have Seen this. On our birthday, when K.P. and D.J. turn sixteen, Robbie will marry us. On her birthday, when Jenny turns sixteen, Jamie will marry her. The Goddess has shown us this."

Any other parents might have tried to dissuade their youngsters and try to convince them what they felt was more akin to hero worship than love. Or ... and more likely, other parents wouldn't take it seriously, maybe even making light of it and joking about such a comment, laughing it off as childish dreams.

However,  in this case these Precious Ones had the gift of Sight, magnified at least four-fold, probably even exponentially, by their empathy. When they said they Saw it, this was no laughing matter — it was serious as a heart attack. We knew they weren't jerking us around when they said they had Seen this in their future.

Surprised (Stunned? Shocked? Words pale.) as we were at the revelation of the three oldest, Jenny's pronouncement was the coup-de-gràce to our already reeling minds. How a toddler, regardless of her advanced language skills, could even begin to understand the concept of what she was talking about confounded us. And yet ... here she was, speaking matter-of-factly, and declaring her love of a man some seventeen years her senior while she was still in training pants! Then again, with language comes understanding of abstract concepts — maybe she understood better than we could imagine. If she did, then the word 'precocious' comes to mind, but doesn't quite cover it, and I don't think 'prodigy' was ever intended to cover this particular concept. 'Phenom', maybe? Surreal? Mind-boggling? Not even close!

Close to mental shut-down, I asked, rather inanely — I mean, just what do you say? "D-do Robbie and Jamie know this?" I already knew from what Jenny said when she delivered her WMD, but needed to hear it from all of them.

K.P. answered for the kids. "Yes, Daddy, they know. They have some Sight, and they Saw it too."

Diane, barely able to speak, stammered. "W-when d-did y-y-you See it? A-and w-when d-did th-they?" I mean, how often does one hear from the mouth of their toddler and seven year-old this type of news, knowing in one's heart of hearts that it's TRUE when your mind recoils at the thought? I think you'd stammer too. Under the circumstances Diane did well to be able to even formulate a coherent phrase, let alone such relevant questions, as the natural tendency toward disbelief warred with certain knowledge.

D.J., as matter-of-factly as her sisters, answered for the kids. They didn't seem to be aware of the shock, even devastation they had just wrought upon us. "The time of the big fireworks when Roy and Patty were here, there was one big white one, and we Saw it then. We talked to them on the phone about it the next time they called. They said they Saw it too."

Victoria Day! I remembered one truly awesome skyrocket as part of the finale, and I remembered seeing the four children looking up lost as if in a trance even after the huge starburst faded away. I had thought they were overwhelmed by the spectacle, but now realized I'd witnessed them Seeing.

As with Bob and Karen, we had kept in weekly contact with the boys, although after brief visits with the adults, those calls had always been mainly between them and the kids as Robbie and Jamie faithfully remembered their promise to K.P. and D.J. just before we left Calgary. Lately, I had noticed that the kids' portion of the conversations had been longer and quieter. Now I understood — they had been discussing serious matters, such as (hopefully) when to tell us, their parents.

With the revelation that the boys had Seen the same thing, any hope it was a mistake vanished out the window, and the events of the past week came into clearer focus, taking on new significance. It was now quite evident the boys' visit had not been so much to see the rest of us, but was specifically to see the kids themselves. The boys weren't just moving East to be close to the family and taking up better jobs, they were moving to be close to their fiancées (What else would you call them after this?).

No wonder those young men were so protective of these children, never seeming to get too much of their cuddling! And ... it explained why they had rushed to kiss the kids goodnight when they got back Wednesday night! Difficult as it was to imagine, let alone accept at this time, they were head over heels in Love! I'd often wondered if Ben and his family didn't have Old Blood. Ben's ready acceptance of the Old Ways and his deathbed story of sensing a Power similar to mine all his life, were strong indicators. The boys had never said anything about their Sight, but maybe they were just coming into it. It took falling in love with Carol that glorious summer of 1965 to trigger it in me and make me aware of the Power.

Carol, as shaken as the rest of us, asked. "A-and just when had you figured on telling us? I don't think you planned on doing it this way. I would have thought you'd want Robbie and Jamie with you."

The kids all hung their heads a bit and started to cry. Rhiannon spoke for them. "We weren't supposed to tell until we were twelve, but it hurt so much to see them leave, it just sorta rushed out. Please don't be mad at us for keeping secrets. The Boys (capitalized!) thought telling you now would upset you too much. They thought it would be bad enough then."

Despite our shock, our hearts went out to them, and understood how they blurted out their secret they had intended to keep for four or five more years. (I wondered if the Goddess hadn't nudged them a bit, too... ) Who but us, especially Carol and I, understood better the pain of watching your Love fly off into the sunset, not sure if or when you'd ever see them again? Who but us, Carol, Riekie, me, and to a lesser extent, Diane, knew better the pain of enforced separation?

With the realization of the pain they felt at seeing their men drive away, we became mobilized and swept the children into our arms to comfort them. Riekie, holding K.P in a warm mother's embrace reassured them. "We're not angry with you, Sweethearts. We're extremely surprised and you're so young, we don't know what to do or say. We can't fight the Power any more than you can. Daddy once said he wasn't sure if the Power was guiding us to do great things or possibly our children. Looks like it might be our children."

It's not easy talking to your children about their marriage plans at the best of times (Best of times meaning your eighteen-to-twenty-something progeny comes home with a ring or an announcement. Even then, it's hard for a parent to let go.), but we had here a seven-and-a-half-year old, two six-and-a-half-year olds and a two-and-a-half-year old toddler telling us they not only knew who their future permanent mates were, but had set their wedding dates. How do you even begin to approach that subject? Well, looking on the bright side, we at least had ten years to plan the weddings...

Jenny hadn't even started school yet! None of them had seriously even begun to consider such things as college or careers! Their future should be a blank page full of hopes, dreams and promise, and yet here they knew who and when they would marry, a major portion of their future already laid out for them. If ever there was a time to consider their Sight a curse instead of a gift, this was it. With the innocence of children, they simply accepted it. But what of the parents? Shock, bewilderment and dismay doesn't even come close to describing what Carol, Riekie, Diane and I felt at that moment.

I tried a different tack and pulled them all to me. "Sweethearts, we're not angry with you, we're just very, very surprised! It's not every day a Mommy or Daddy hears his young children announce their wedding plans, like who and when. You all know that what you See, is only what might be, if everything goes just so, don't you?"

Four-way surround sound. "Yes, Daddy, we know. Nanny keeps teaching us that." My wives do it, the kids have it down pat and can carry on a conversation in this fashion, but I still get a chill, and doubt if I'll ever truly get used to it. I was glad to hear Mom was indeed teaching them the importance of their Sight as being a harbinger of what might be as opposed to carved-in-stone-will-be.

I continued. "Good. I'm glad Nanny is making you understand. Ten years is a long time, especially to ones as young as yourselves — it's longer than you've been alive. A lot can happen over that time. Robbie and Jamie could meet someone else and fall in love. When you get old enough to start noticing boys, that could happen to you, too."

Rhiannon almost visibly shook as she broke from their mind meld to express her independent thought. "Daddy! You and Mommy Carol and Mommy Riekie stayed in love for over twenty years, even when you thought there was no hope of you ever being together. We're looking at ten years, half of that, and we know we're going to be together. We have the Sight to guide us if we start making mistakes that will change what we've Seen so far. We Love Robbie, and have since Christmas."

I sensed that even though they weren't physically present, Rhiannon and Jenny had been more constantly and deeply emotionally linked to their twin siblings than any of them ever let on for quite some time, and had experienced their Christmas meeting with the boys as if they were there.

Rhiannon's words hit me right between the eyes, leaving me without argument. She was absolutely right! How could we ask them to not wait for their intendeds when we waited twenty years? Granted, there was the small detail of their tender ages, especially Jenny, but somehow I just knew things would work out for these youngsters far better than they ever did for us. They were being raised in a family that recognized, venerated, and taught them their Old Blood and Old Ways heritage. They wouldn't be groping around in the dark the way we did, picking up clues and half-truths along the way. They had parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and family friends — a community — to form a solid support group for them, something we never had.

Yes, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that these little ones, if they and the boys could survive the long wait to fully express their love, would do just that. Even more, I thought ruefully, would we, the parents, survive? The girls' education had just become more complex, and the questions they would be asking from now on would tax our brains and parenting skills to the limit.

Carol raised another issue, and uncharacteristically for her, seemed a little embarrassed to speak. "Munchkins, there ... there's something else ... you should ... should think about. Boys ... ah ... men ... Robbie and Jamie's age have ... have, uh, needs ... that ... that ... you're too young to ... uh ... satisfy."

Four youngsters tittered. Rhiannon, still acting as spokesman giggled. "You mean sex, don't you, Mommy Carol?"

Carol blushed — a very pretty sight on her, I might add — and stammered. "Y-yes, Dear. H-how do you expect to be able to handle these ... uh ... sexual needs that the boys are going to have. It ... it's only natural for them."

Rhiannon became very serious, as if she was the parent teaching the child. "Robbie and Jamie already thought of that, but so did we. We know what you and our other Mommies and Daddy do at night or whenever you think no one is looking. We hear you (Who wouldn't? We've always been VERY loud. <Grin>). We call it 'happy tickle noises' because we like it when we hear you, but we know what is happening. We know what you did when you made those noises and made babies in all of you and Oma Jo.

"Nanny and Mommy Riekie have taught us about boys and girls and how babies are made. We know none of us is old enough yet to do those things. We don't want to, either. We decided the boys can date girls their own age, and they said if they ever needed to do that, they'd be careful, whatever that means. But they said they would try not to do it. They said if we were saving ourselves for them, then they should do the same for us, but it might be hard for them sometimes."

K.P. tittered. "We know how babies are made, but we still think it's gross to think some boy would want to stick his penis inside us. Eeeew! Hugging and cuddling are fine, but we don't like kissing boys either. That's gross!"

We all grinned at Rhiannon's unintentional pun, and K.P.'s little-girl revulsion at the mechanics of sex. We were also a little relieved that they still retained most of their little-girl innocence.

Riekie, who had been listening, astounded, at what these kids really did know, added to their knowledge. "Well, you're very young yet, and what you feel now is normal for your age, but when you get older and your bodies change, so will what you think of doing 'it'. What Robbie and Jamie meant when they said they'd be careful, Dears, is that if they ever had sexual relations with other girls, they would make sure the girl didn't get pregnant or give them a disease. We've talked about some of those diseases already. The best way is for them to wait for you, but it will be har ... uh ... tough for them."

Just then, the babies loudly announced their discomfort and hunger, breaking the tension of the moment. Carol and Diane hurried off to attend to them. If this conversation was to be continued, we wanted everyone present for it, so I said. "OK, Sweethearts, we'll finish this another time. After all, if you're willing to wait ten years for your dream men, then we don't have to do this all right now. Your mothers will be busy the rest of the afternoon with the babies and getting supper ready. Why don't you go give the horses their grain and fill up their water?"

The kids, relieved that we didn't have a parent tantrum and start shouting at them, ran off happily to do their chores, leaving behind some still stunned and very thoughtful parents.

Riekie, the only wife with me at the moment, steered me toward the other two in the living room. As we approached them, Carol feeding a babe at each breast, they spoke to me in their own three-speak, uttering those words every man dreads to hear — "David, we have to talk" — accompanied by three grim female faces.

Every male who has ever been in any kind of relationship with the distaff half of the species dreads those words. It's almost a Pavlovian response — we hear the words and instantly go into fight-or-flight mode. Our mouths go dry, our skin gets clammy, and there's this sudden feeling of impending doom. Regardless of the fact I knew why 'we had to talk', I still felt that ingrained sense of foreboding.

Still in surround sound. "Why didn't we (Meaning, why didn't YOU?) see this coming? The signs were all there."



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Chapter 102


"Can you stay connected and speak through just one voice? All three speaking at once is distracting and gives me a headache. As this is basically a family meeting, First Wife should speak."

Carol dropped out to be that single voice. "Yes, we're still connected. Oh, David, we're sorry! We had no idea it bothered you."

"That's OK. To answer your question — yes, the signs were there, but why would we have been looking for them? Who would ever have thought anything like this of children? If they asked questions about love and marriage, we treated them as normal childhood curiosity. There was no reason for us to treat them as red flags. Yes, they seemed awfully close to the boys this past week, but how often do they see them? We know the boys love kids — that's why they broke up with their girl friends — so seeing them with ours was no surprise. And who would ever imagine such a scenario anyway? Yes, looking back with 20/20 hindsight, the answer to the riddle in hand, why didn't we see it? But, in real time we weren't even aware there was a riddle to be answered."

"Of course you're right. We just feel so helpless now. Our babies say they are in Love and are getting married! David, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know there's much we can do, especially if they've Seen it. If we try to derail them, then are we not acting as agents of the Evil we've fought so long? Much as it shocks us and hurts us, I think we're going to have to be very strong, be supportive, and just hope we can prepare them properly."

"Honey, we didn't mean it that way. We'd never try to upset anything the Goddess or the Power has set in motion."

"Then what?"

"How are we going to handle this until they're sixteen? What are we going to do?"

"Nothing, or almost nothing."

"WHAT??" Three incredulous voices pleaded.

"Think about it — there's little we can do, except set some ground rules for what we deem, quote, appropriate behavior, end quote; and otherwise continue to raise our children as normally as we can, instilling in them our values, continuing what we've already started. They're still children, and we must act accordingly, raising them as we would under ... ahem... 'normal' circumstances — teaching, supporting, disciplining, and nurturing. When they're old enough to marry the boys, we want them to be ready."

"But they'll only be sixteen!"

"And how old were we?"

"Yes, but..."

"I hear a parent's normal reluctance to allow their children to spread their wings. We have an opportunity here to do something for our girls we never got — to prepare them and teach them the things we wished we had known. As Mom's apprentices they're already getting the grounding in the Old Ways we never had. They know our story and the trials, tribulations and pitfalls we went through. All we have to do is continue with what we've already been doing."

"So what do we do about the boys?"

"When they call tonight we'll tell them we know and that the charade is over. We should also lay out some basic ground rules for their relationship with the kids so they know what we expect before they see them again. I doubt there's been any intimate behavior so far, but an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Those boys are too responsible to do anything inappropriate, though, by anyone's definition. They most definitely are not pedophiles. I suspect until the girls reach puberty and want to experiment, they'll treat them as children, and act more like the very attentive and devoted big brothers we already thought they were.

"I'd prefer to talk to them face to face, but this can't wait until next month — I don't want a potential confrontation with two young men we all love hanging like a cloud over our vacation. Let's resolve what we can now, especially for the girls' sake."

"What are we going to say to them? We have some choice words right now."

"First, we tell them we know, then after that ... Huh... ?... What choice words? They haven't done anything wrong we know of."

"Oh... ! We don't know what we feel exactly! ... But we're mothers! ... We feel frustrated and betrayed because they kept it from us — that they're the adults and should have acted more responsibly! After all, they have fallen in love with our babies!"

"I can't tell you not to feel that way. Hell, I feel it myself! If we didn't, then I might be concerned. The mind boggles at the concept! But, please, we must try not to be angry with the boys. Ill advised as we think they were, they tried to spare us some pain. The impetuousness of children (and maybe the helping hand of the Goddess) undid that, because it's better out in the open anyway. I don't know how I'd react if I found out they'd kept it from us for years instead of a month or so. I'm willing to forgive them the time they've taken so far to sort it out themselves, but no more.

"I imagine they're having a hard time digesting the situation themselves, despite the brave faces they put on for the kids. After all, what normal grown man wouldn't question himself when he found he might actually be in love with a young child? I'm sure if they hadn't Seen it themselves, they'd have gone mad wrestling with it. The next few years are going to be tough enough for our stepsons without us imposing guilt on them too. We'll have to be there for them almost as much as we are for the girls. The kids' very immaturity, youthful optimism, and lack of life experience make them very adaptable. They may actually have an advantage over two grown men raised to believe that their genuine emotions and feelings could be construed as pedophilia, and the mind-bending conundrum that poses for them."

"Well, we're still going to give them a piece of our mind for trying to keep it secret! But ... we'll try not to be too hard on them because they probably thought they were doing the right thing. What else are we going to say, David?"

"First, we have to decide what we mean by 'appropriate behavior', then spell it out so not only the boys but the kids understand perfectly, and what will be the consequences of violating the principles and trust we lay down. So ... any ideas?"

"We think there shouldn't be any intimate physical contact, at least until the girls are well into puberty, and we insist they be chaperoned until we're satisfied all parties can be trusted. Frankly, we're more concerned about the girls initiating stuff out of curiosity than we are Robbie and Jamie. We must insist that if the girls have any questions about how boys and girls interact, they talk to us before they try something that could hurt any of them, emotionally or physically. By the same token, we must promise to be as open and honest to their questions as possible."

"I agree, but the girls are going to experiment among themselves, that's a given of growing up. Princess, you discovered the joys of masturbation when you were six or seven years old, and our twins may be as precocious as you were. I think it behooves us to make sure they know about their bodies now in case they do start young. We don't want them being secretive, but they must also know it is something private and personal.

"But I digress. I have some ideas. First, I agree, there will be no intimate contact before the girls are well into puberty. As part of their education, we must teach them to respect their bodies and the perils of promiscuity. We don't want suddenly to hafta have 'The Talk' with them. Let's make 'The Talk' an ongoing process. They know most of the physical processes even now, so by the time they reach puberty, they should know the emotional ramifications, too.

"Second, we should set an age after which some intimate touching is permitted. The girls must be made aware their virginity is a priceless gift, and should be surrendered only on their wedding bed, or at least to the One. They must understand that some sexual experimentation and exploration of each others' bodies may be permitted, but only to the comfort level of the most cautious participant, which, strangely enough, I suspect, is usually going to be the boys.

"Third, we should assume once the girls do reach puberty, their hormones may get the best of them, and they may engage in intercourse earlier than we, or even they, would like. I hope their training and education might preclude this, but we all know what we were like when we were teens, and despite these kids being raised knowing more than we ever did, we must be prepared. As soon as the girls start having regular periods we should put them on the Pill. We know now it's safe for women of the Old Blood. I think I'm safe in saying Robbie and Jamie will try their utmost to behave, but who knows what can happen if a horny teenager or three decides she's going to give it up? God! That's a horrid thing to contemplate — our children having sex! Eeewww! How am I doing so far?"

Carol still spoke for all three, still in complete harmony. It was eerie to see Riekie and Diane remain silent during a family meeting. Only someone as used to them as I was would catch their subtle changes of expression as they contributed their input through Carol. I had the feeling they were secretly amused at my reaction, despite the seriousness of the conversation.

"Much as it pains us to think of our daughters as sexual beings, especially at this age, we agree. You made a good point reminding us of Princess masturbating at an early age. We don't want them to be afraid of touching themselves the way that nun made Princess, but we don't want them being brazen either. We want to make it very clear to Robbie and Jamie that these little girls are NOT to be treated in any way that could be construed as sexual, but to treat them the way they always have — like little girls they love as sisters. These children MUST be allowed to experience their childhood as much as possible.

"We agree about putting them on the Pill, and there should be an age at which intimate touching is, if not acceptable to us as parents, at least grudgingly permitted. Keeping their virginity until their wedding night is less of a problem than we might at first think.

"These girls are being raised in the Old Ways, and as apprentices to the High Priestess of the Goddess. They know the symbolic importance of the bridal sheet. Remember, Karen Michelle, raised in the Old Ways, remained a virgin until she met Robert, because she hadn't met her One until then. It may be more difficult for our girls because they, young as they are, appear to have found theirs. Then again, they also have a firm date for their weddings and will hold to that.

"What age do we rather arbitrarily assign as 'touching permitted'? I think it should only be when all three of the oldest are well into their puberty, but then, that's me ... That means Rhiannon will likely feel cheated for a year, but it's best if all three are permitted at the same time. Jenny, four years younger than the twins, will have fewer problems, and will learn from the older girls' experiences. We're sure their private girl-girl sexual exploration among themselves will start earlier, but we must not prevent that. It's part of their normal development, especially if they continue to sleep in the same room, and we all know they will never allow themselves to be separated.

"It seems a little young, and we feel guilty even considering it, but we think it should be after the twins turn twelve, when they should have been having periods for at least a few months, with no touching below the waist for another year. If the girls, or the guys, wait longer, that's fine with us. We wish our parents had been so liberal with us. We think we should allow it in phases, too, although how much we can control what goes on when they are in private is difficult to say, except to trust them.

"If we lay these rules down clearly so all parties understand them then much as we hate to do it, we agree." Riekie and Diane both nodded in agreement.

Carol finished feeding the babies. Diane and Riekie each took one to burp and change. Benji and Katelyn were both awake, and seemed very aware of the conversation, both verbal and silent, going on around them. Our meeting continued almost without interruption except as Carol paused to hand the tykes off to her wives.

This was going easier than I expected. Of course, having all three wives literally on the same wavelength, pooling their mental resources meant a considerable amount of brainpower was being applied to the problem. I did think of one other thing. "Ok, we'll lay that out for them all tonight. There is another issue we should address, more to protect the girls and, yes, all of us, and that's the subject of Public Displays of Affection — remember that from high school?

"We may have a real problem with that, not so much now, but once we allow them some level of intimacy. They must be made very aware that the dreaded PDA does not occur. We understand, but to the rest of the community and Society at large, grown men being publicly affectionate with pubescent girls is highly suspect. The last thing any of us needs is to be harassed by the law because of some uptight busybody misconstruing what to us would be an innocent embrace or kiss.

"Even after they're sixteen and married, they may want to be a little circumspect, which brings me to something else. I think the girls should remain with us until they graduate high school, with the boys commuting on weekends.

"Our community has accepted our multiple marriage but they might have problems accepting one where three teenage sisters are married to a man in his thirties. I doubt if any of our friends would be concerned, but we don't need banner advertising either. Taking a couple years to let the community gradually see them together may be better. Robbie could take them to their Senior Prom, just like we did as our first foray into the real world. Jenny and Jamie would follow a similar pattern, but being just a couple will make it a little easier for them.

"From society's viewpoint, the girls moving out at eighteen, ostensibly to go to college, is to be expected and we avoid potential complications. I would hope that when the girls do join their husbands after high school that they will go on to college. Their education costs are already looked after, and they should be able to continue their education even if they're starting a family.

"Fortunately they're all in the same class, so Rhiannon won't be sitting twiddling her thumbs for a year waiting for her sister-wives to graduate or going on ahead like Princess had to." This got me an appreciative hug from Riekie. "When they are together, they will be treated just as Mom and Dad treated us. We can make staying with us to finish high school a condition of our giving our consent and blessing. I know we can't and won't fight the Power on this if push comes to shove, but if we present it right the girls themselves will want to finish school here, anyway.

"I guess that's about all we can plan for now. The rest is up to the value system and preparedness for adult life we're able to impart to the girls as they grow up, and the integrity of all of them, which I think none of us doubts. I know our parents always told us that being a parent was not going to be an easy job, but I don't think anyone could be prepared for this type of scenario! Are we all agreed? I see the kids heading back from the pasture, so I guess we should wrap it up."

To add emphasis, the wives went back into three-speak. "Yes, Lover, we agree with it all. It hurts, but we agree."

Diane dropped out of the connection and asked. "OK. So we're going to confront the boys tonight. That's fine, but what are we going to tell the rest of the family, and when?"

Riekie spoke up. "We have too much going on today, but I think we should meet with all of them tomorrow, with the kids, and tell them. They may have additional ideas on how to handle this —— how shall I say? —— unique? —— situation. Somehow, I have the feeling it won't surprise Mom in the least."

I mentioned one item we'd overlooked. "We forgot one thing. We said if they break the rules, there would be consequences. What do we do for infractions?"

Carol again spoke for the three. "It may punish us all, but for major infractions we should ban the boys and ground the girls for at least a month. And then... <giggle> they should be subjected to the lo-ong version of your speech and interview on friendship and the effects of violating trust. Sound good?"

Well, I was outvoted anyway and it carried, as it was proposed by all three of them to start with. Long version, eh? Show some respect! Have I never been anything but brief and concise?

Before they broke off to their kitchen duties, Diane pulled us into a circle holding hands, and made a short prayer to the Goddess. "Mother, please look after our children as they start to fulfill your Plan and guide them on their journey through Life. Please help Robbie and Jamie do what they know in their hearts to be right. Please guide us as we try to guide them. Amen."

The rest of us said. "Amen"

As we finished, the four enfants-terrible under discussion came roaring in the door. No one who hadn't been there would ever have suspected the turmoil, confusion, and soul searching these dirt-covered and dusty little urchins had engendered just a short time before. Their ability to completely revert to children from the almost mature people of just a couple hours ago was a testament to the basic resiliency of all children.

While the wives puttered about the kitchen preparing the evening meal and watching over the new twins, I sent the four older ones upstairs and supervised as they had an early bath. Their mothers had taken one look at them when they came inside covered in dirt and dust from playing, and decreed they did not feed little pigs at their nice clean table. There was no big rush, and as it was a very warm day, I let the kids play in the tub filled with cool water almost until suppertime. They just finished dressing in their jammies when supper was called.

Supper, despite the world-splitting news of earlier, was a happy affair. The kids, it seemed, once they unburdened themselves of their secret, had left it to the adults to sort out — as we should — and carried on with their carefree lives. Throughout the meal, they bubbled and enthused over how they'd played with the horses and Clyde. No one made mention of the elephant in the room.

Supper over, the wives finished clearing the table. As they got pregnant, each of the ladies had gone caffeine-free and watched their diet under Riekie's supervision. After New Year's, yours truly, to show my support, also suffered the literal headaches of removing coffee from my diet. Now, what had been our after-meal coffee klatch was spent sipping herbal tea. I didn't have any preference, and just accepted whatever was served. I still missed my coffee, but familial peace took priority ... The kids were playing quietly with their toys, and we were just finishing our tea when the phone rang. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"David? It's Robbie. We're home safely."

"That's good, Robbie, We didn't expect you to call so early."

"Well, we've actually been home for awhile. We would have called earlier, but we didn't want to disturb you during supper. Still, we wanted to call before the kids went to bed so they'd hear from us we made it OK. Jamie's on the other extension."

"That was thoughtful, Robbie. Can you hang on a sec? I'm going to move us to the living room and turn on the speaker phone." I made my tone very serious. "I'm glad you're both listening. There's something we need to discuss." This is guy-speak for 'we need to talk', and carries almost the same sense of dread as the female version.

If Robbie and Jamie had been present, I'm sure we'd have seen the blood drain from their faces as they exchanged worried looks. "Y-yeah. OK, David. We'll wait."

I ushered the family into the living room and turned on the speakerphone. I took a few seconds to make sure everyone could hear and be heard before I started. "Robbie, Jamie. Today just after you left, the kids told us some, uh, startling, to put it mildly, uh, news. Do you have any idea what I'm referring to?"

Jamie came on. "Yes, David, I think we do, but if I know you, you're going to tell us anyway."

I ignored the dig. Does nobody have respect for my brevity, clarity and conciseness? "The kids told us today that you two are going to marry them when they turn sixteen, and that you have all professed your love for each other already. Rhiannon, K.P. and D.J are betrothed to you, Robbie, and little Jenny to you, Jamie. If they hadn't told us they had Seen it, and that you had too, you can imagine just how upset My Wives and I might have been. We're still not sure how we feel about this development, but as we see the hand of the Goddess or the Power in this, we feel powerless to stop it. As you can imagine, hearing from your primary schoolers and a toddler they are going to marry, on a very specific date, two men who are literally old enough to be their fathers, is difficult to absorb, let alone accept. Before we go on, Carol Anne has something she wants to say. Carol Anne?" I didn't know how rough she was going to be on the boys, but I figured we'd better get any recriminations out of the way first.

Carol came into the conversation. Her greeting was cool. "Hello, Robert and James." Not their full names, but formal enough to let them know she was displeased. Corollary to Rule One: Don't piss off the nursing mother.

"H-hello, Mom"

"Robert Charles Young, and James Michael Young! (Uh-oh! It might get nastier than I thought!) How could you?"

"Mom... ?"

"How could you, how dare you keep such a secret from us?! Don't you trust us? You kept a very important — mind bogglingly important — development in the lives of our children — our young children — from us! And you planned to keep it from us until K.P. and D.J were twelve? Totally unacceptable! We. Expected. Better. Of you! What would your father think? He raised you to face issues as the came up and share them with family to help you deal with them!

"I am not speaking just for myself, but for Muffin and Princess. My words are their words. My thoughts are their thoughts (Uh-oh! Rule One is fully invoked!). We talked about this today, so I know I also speak for David. David, Muffin and Princess are the biological parents of the children and have extra special interest in this, but these are my kids too, just as you two are. We are not amused! You have hurt us very deeply by keeping this information from us — for not trusting us!

"This situation is hard enough for us to deal with without you and the children trying to hide it from us! This is such an important development the whole family should have been involved from the beginning. If you think we're not amused now, can you imagine how we would feel in five years? You are the adults in this situation, and must take responsibility for all the actions of the six of you. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

Carol hadn't said anything about being upset that the boys were betrothed to our daughters, but that she was very angry at the secrecy. I hoped the boys caught the distinction.

Robbie answered. His voice was subdued and we could hear a catch in it. "Mom ... Family ... We're deeply sorry. You're right. We should have come to you from the beginning. Jamie and I have never Seen anything before, although Beth had been telling us she was sure we had Old Blood and tried to prepare us. We were totally stunned by what we Saw, and the fact we both Saw it only made it harder to comprehend. When the kids told us they had Seen the same thing, we knew it was real, but that didn't make it any easier for us to handle.

"I take full responsibility. The rest wanted to tell you, but I, thinking I was older and wiser, made them promise not to tell. I worried about adding to the many burdens you already had. You'd just nicely got back together and were still sorting out your relationship, you're in the midst of building a new house, all three wives were pregnant, and all the other stuff with Mom's father. I just didn't want to give you another thing to deal with right now. And ... I wasn't sure if what we felt for the girls was romantic love or not. After all, they're so-o young! I was worried you'd think we're perverts. I'm still not sure what I feel, but every day it gets stronger, whatever it is. It's been really tough for Jamie and me to deal with, and now I realize we should have come to you for your advice if nothing else. I'm sorry, Mom — we blew it because I blew it. Can you ever forgive us, and especially me for my hubris?"

Carol eased off a little. "Robbie, we're hurt and angry because you didn't trust us enough to come to us. We know it's hard on you trying to figure this out. I hope you realize that we're here not just for the girls, but for you, too. It's not your situation that made us angry, but your failure to trust us. We want to help you. This is hard on us, but it must be every bit as hard on you, too. If you'll promise not to hide things from us and trust us to help you do what's best for all of you, we'll forgive you, but only if you are completely open with us in this matter."

Robbie started to speak, but Jamie overrode him. "I told you, Robbie! Oh, Mom! That's the best news! The rest of us tried to tell Robbie you would understand and try to help us figure out what's happening, but he was so worried you'd think we were perverts that we let him talk us into it. I must admit I was afraid of that, too. Still, I'm an adult, too, and I should have been stronger. I swear by the Goddess we will not keep any more secrets from you."

Carol replied. "Good, Jamie. Robbie?"

"Oh yes, Mom, I swear! You don't know how much better I feel now that you know. It pained me to keep such a secret from you. I thought we were doing the right thing, but I see now I was wrong. I promise we'll be completely open with you from now on."

Carol turned to the children. "Rhiannon, K.P., D.J., and Jenny, do you understand what we're talking about?"

They all nodded and spoke as one. "We do, Mommy. No more secrets. We promise."

Carol, before she spoke again, looked at me and the other two wives for confirmation. She already knew their thoughts, but wanted visual proof as well. We all nodded. "Very well. You are forgiven. No more secrets. Now, David has some ground rules for you, and I think some questions."

Robbie interjected. "David! I'm so sorry! Next to our dad, you are the man we look up to the most, and I feel like I've failed you."

I laughed, trying to ease the tension a little. "I was disappointed in you, but I think you thought you were doing the right thing. You made an error in judgment that we caught before it did any serious harm, and we forgave you, so let's not dwell on that, OK? We have other matters to discuss."

"Thanks, David! Coming from you, that means a lot. What did you want to ask us about?"

"Robbie, you said earlier you weren't sure of what your feelings for the girls were. I understand that, and that was part of what My Wives and I talked about today — we figured this whole thing was a shock to you, too. You also said the feelings were getting stronger every day. How much so?"

"David, leaving today was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I felt like I was leaving part of me — part of my soul, behind. Every day for the past week, I couldn't stand to be very far from the girls. Does that make me a pervert?"

"Jamie?"

"I feel strange admitting this, but I'm starting to feel the same about Jenny, and I'm having a hard time dealing with those emotions for one so young."

"Having strong feelings, even love for these kids doesn't make you a pervert — to us, anyway. Society might have a different view, though. From my experience, it sounds very much to me like you guys are indeed in love or very close to it. I can't explain it any better than you can, except to say when souls connect, age becomes irrelevant. However, having said that, because we are dealing with minor children here, we as their parents want to ensure that they have as normal a childhood as possible, and of course, we want to protect all of you from falling afoul of the law. When you move to Toronto next month, how often do you figure on seeing the girls?"

Robbie answered, once again the older brother acting as spokesman. "Once we're settled in, we'll try to see them every weekend, that is, if you folks will permit it. We meant it when we said you are our family now, so coming to visit every weekend isn't just about seeing the girls, but about spending time with the whole family. We've been incredibly lonely since you guys left and Bob and Karen moved back to Van."

"I don't see a problem with every weekend, unless we have other guests coming, and that's just a space issue until the new house is finished. Now, we have some ground rules for you and the kids. We made them, hopefully, in the best interests of all. If you want our support and eventual blessing, you will agree to abide by them. Is that fair?"

"Yes, David, more than fair. We trust you and the Mom's (were they calling all my wives Mom, now? Hmmm.) to make the right choices for the girls."

"Ok, here it is in a nutshell — the girls must be allowed to develop, grow, and enjoy their childhood as normally as this strange situation allows. Therefore, until they are well into puberty, there will be no intimate touching, including passionate kisses. You can spend as much time as you want with them, but we expect you boys to treat the girls more like little sisters than love objects. This may prove frustrating at times, but it is for their development that we insist on it. We want them to be as well-adjusted and mature as possible when they come to you as brides. For the first while, until we, as parents, are comfortable that you are abiding by this rule we must insist that you be chaperoned, or at least in sight of one of us at all times. Frankly, boys, we're more concerned about the girls acting out of curiosity than we are about you in this matter. This is the most important rule for the time being, and failure to abide by it by you or the girls is a deal breaker. Do we have an understanding?"

Robbie again spoke for both of them. "Yes, David, we have an understanding. We've already talked about this amongst ourselves and would have suggested the same rule. You have our word."

"Good. The girls said you'd talked along similar lines, and we were impressed. Now, we don't have to discuss it in detail at this time — we have a few years for the next phase — but I will mention what we expect when the girls reach puberty. As you've already agreed to, there will be no intimate touching or kissing until they are well into puberty. Robbie for you, we — rather arbitrarily perhaps — have decided that once the twins are twelve, meaning Rhiannon is thirteen, some intimacy will be grudgingly permitted —— allow us the reluctance of parents as their children mature into sexual beings.

"Jamie, you'll have to wait until Jenny is twelve. What we mean is, by that time you will be allowed to start exploring your relationships as males and females, but it will be limited, and we will have to trust you to behave within those limits. Boys, it will be up to you to control the situation. You will still be the adults and will have to deal with the hormonal excesses of pubescent girls."

"Your rules make sense and we agree completely. We hope you have or will explain it to the girls — despite our feelings for them, at their age it's still awkward for us to discuss sex. Without trying to duck our own responsibility, that is truly a parent's job. You said when they're all past twelve, some intimacy would be permitted, but within limits. What are those limits?"

"Kissing, and if you simply must explore each others' bodies, it will only be above the waist. That should continue for about a year. Then we expect frank and open discussion to decide what will be permitted after that. Because of our Old Ways heritage, we prefer that the girls go to their wedding beds virgins. I think you understand we believe that when a woman surrenders her virginity, she is then married. If you have full intercourse before the girls are sixteen and you perform the marriage rite, I think you may very well upset whatever is in store for you as revealed by your Sight, and could bring terrible misfortune on yourselves. What say you?"

Jamie took over from Robbie. "David, we will do nothing to contravene what we Saw. From talking to Beth, we have learned that it is not just a vision of what might be, but a vision of the best possible might-be. We will abide by your and the Mom's wishes on this because we believe so ourselves."

"Good, I think that covers everything we need to talk about for now. We can get into fine details when we actually see you next month. It's getting close to the girls' bedtime. Say your goodbyes, and we'll call it a night."

"Thanks, David and Moms <I was right!> for being so understanding and supportive. You don't know how much it means to us and the burden you have lifted from us. You are truly our family, and we love you. Goodnight. May the Goddess protect you."

"And guide your spirit. Goodnight, our Sons."



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Chapter 103


With the benediction of the Goddess, we wrapped up our conversation with Robbie and Jamie. The children had hardly said a word the whole time but sat listening carefully as we discussed how they and the boys would comport themselves over the next few years. From the little they did say, their attentive expressions and occasional nods, it was apparent they understood what was discussed and agreed to. After the adults finished, the girls got their chance to speak with the boys, but only had a few minutes, as the boys themselves insisted they get to bed at their usual time.

The four of them huddled around the speakerphone speaking quietly to Robbie and Jamie. I didn't deliberately listen in, but I couldn't help but overhear parts of their conversation. I heard the boys ask them if they understood what we had discussed. The girls exclaimed in the affirmative they did, including Jenny (I am really going to have to take another look at this kid — she's just FULL of surprises!). Then they babbled about how much they missed the boys and how sad they were when they left. As they wound down, in typical little girl fashion, they were happily telling them about the rest of their day playing with the horses and Clyde. And yet ... for all their sounding like newsy waifs, I detected an undercurrent of wistfulness that said this was just a way of maintaining contact a little longer.

Finally, I heard Robbie say, "OK, you guys! Bed time! Give us a kiss, and away you go!"

The girls all made loud smacking telephone kisses and I heard the same coming through the speaker. They exchanged 'I love you's' and 'Goodnights'. After exchanging the Goddess' benediction, the boys were gone.

After they hung up with Robbie and Jamie, we had another quiet chat with the girls before they went to bed. We wanted to make sure, despite what I overheard them say to the boys, that they fully understood what we had been discussing, and that they too, agreed to our conditions. Unlike most children who would view the repetition as totally redundant and boring, our girls remained attentive, showed they understood what was discussed, and agreed to our terms — not that they had much choice as the minor children involved — but we wanted their full co-operation, not just doing it 'because Mommy and Daddy said'.

We took the kids up, tucked them into their bed with Ahab, and the wives acted out a few pages from their latest bedtime book. After we kissed them good night, the little ones curled up into their four-person heap with the cat and drifted off to sleep, contented smiles on their sweet faces.

So ... now our small children had in some mysterious way become adult ... Where to from here?

We met with all the grandparents the next day, Sunday, and informed them of the girls' cataclysmic announcement. Riekie was right — Mom was not very surprised, saying she had felt something with her Sight for a long time. Huh!?

The rest were a little (???) shocked, but not as much as we were, and with Mom's support, effective damage control was relatively easy. By the end of the meeting, everyone was reading from the same page, but like us, it would take some time to fully absorb and adjust to this new paradigm. That night when Bob and Karen made their regular weekly call, we told them, too. Bob wasn't a bit surprised — go figure with him! He said he'd sensed something between the twins and Robbie at Christmas time.

Shit! Are the parents always the last to know?

As we cuddled together in our bed that night commiserating over the last two days, the girls asked me why my Sight didn't give me a heads up like everyone else seemed to get. I had no answer. The best we could surmise was that maybe, just maybe, the Goddess had a warped sense of humour...

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The month of July drifted past in a haze of golden summer sunshine and work. Construction on the house carried on apace, somewhat ahead of schedule, largely due to the fantastic weather that year. Our Zero Defect policy helped too, I'm sure. This made the ladies very happy, thus making my life much more enjoyable. The babies continued to thrive and grow, and by the end of the month were mostly sleeping through a whole night.

Robbie and Jamie called every Saturday evening before the kids' bedtime, and talked to all of us. During those conversations, we worked out more of the details of how we would proceed for the next five years, and kicked around what we would do after that. The boys agreed with everything, and as expected, the kids were the ones wanting to push the envelope.

The boys became even closer to us, almost fully integrating into our family. It got confusing when they referred to 'Mom'. Unless apparent from the context of the conversation, we never knew which of the three they meant, and they wouldn't use the kids' convention of 'Momma <Name>'. Once they moved to Toronto, and were able to make their weekly visits, I knew integration would be complete.

Our holiday to the cottage was fast approaching, and I was becoming concerned that Diane would be too close to her time to make the trip. She told me in 'no uncertain terms' I was 'babying' her, and to back off (Rule one!). I got the hint that I may have gone over into a Rule Two offense when I suffered three cold shoulders that night. Despite the summer heat, I almost froze to death ... Peace (piece?) was restored the next day and the temperature recovered miraculously when I publicly stated I thought Diane looked more than fit to travel...

By the end of July, Carol started getting antsy to resume regular intercourse, but decided to stick with oral sex until we got to the cottage, keeping her well within the healing time Riekie and Doc had decreed. Her exercise routine and diet worked wonders. By the end of July, Carol's figure was almost fully restored to her pre-pregnancy svelteness with the exception of her milk-engorged breasts and slightly fuller hips from natural childbirth. She was a knockout!

Near the end of the month, Carol also experienced the return of her menses, and was worried it would last into our holiday. Fortunately, her flow ended normally a day before we left. Riekie then put her on the Pill to avoid her getting pregnant again before we wanted, but cautioned they wouldn't achieve full effectiveness until after her next menses. Ah! The wonders of modern science! Finally! A birth control method safe and effective for those of the Old Blood.

In the heat of the summer and so large themselves, Diane and Riekie could be seen occasionally regarding Carol with envy, but I hardly ever heard a word of complaint from them. They were just happy to be pregnant, and gladly put up with the attendant discomfort. The joy they felt was evident in their positive attitudes and always cheerful faces. They never lost that healthy glow, and radiated health and vitality.

By the end of the month, we started sorting and packing what we wanted to take with us to the cottage. Paul and the aunts asked if they could join us, as the aunts were getting as nostalgic for the place as we were. I called Joe and asked him if the north bedroom was set up to handle another family of three. He got right on it and arranged for a king size bed for that room as well.

Given her age, I was a little concerned about Jo traveling pregnant, but got another Rule One reminder and wisely didn't push it into another Rule Two violation — frostbite in July is just so-o-o uncool! Besides, she looked every bit as healthy and content in her pregnancy as her nieces. Due date the same as Diane's, we knew this was also her last travel opportunity for this year.

Finally, the day to depart for the cottage arrived. We planned an early start and were in bed quite early the night before. I pre-arranged with Dad and Mom to keep the horses watered and to check on Ahab daily, making sure he had food and water. Clyde would make sure of the latter, I imagined. Ahab was, after all, his buddy. We found out when we called home later in the first week that Ahab had virtually moved in with them, and slept in Clyde's bed with him.

We loaded the van with our suitcases and all the baby paraphernalia and made ready to travel. Paul and the aunts used our car, as it was bigger, with more room for their luggage. It also had room for some of our gang if it got too crowded in the van.

Carol and the wives made sure all the children were prepared for departure: "Did you make sure you went pee? Daddy gets mad if you want to stop too soon." Carol fed and changed the babies, and all the pregnant ones made a last minute pit stop of their own. Just before leaving, I called Joe to let him know we were on our way. He said everything was ready for us.

Leaving the farm behind, our little convoy struck out for the cottage on a beautiful summer morning, Friday, August first. Despite all the last minute pee breaks, we got away by eight in the morning. With luck, we should be there shortly after one, allowing for an unhurried trip and a rest stop about half way. Everyone was excited. For the kids, and yes, us adults, we were off on an adventure. For the kids it was off to see something new but which they'd heard much about. For the adults, especially Carol, Riekie and myself, it was an adventure into the past and the future combined.

Despite it being a Holiday weekend, we were away early enough to beat the main rush of traffic, making the trip relatively uneventful. Riekie rode shotgun for the first half. Carol rode in the back with the twins for the whole trip in case they needed to be fed. I planned to stop at a service centre that was almost exactly half-way (more good luck than good management), and we made it there just as the wives' bladders were about to burst. Although it was early, we took time for the picnic the ladies had very thoughtfully prepared in advance.

There was a playground at the service centre, allowing the kids to play and burn off excess energy. Carol used the time to check Benji and Katelyn's diapers and offer them a nipple. It's a lot easier to nurse and change them at rest than in a moving van. The babes were awake taking in everything around them, and took the proffered teat, but didn't appear to be hungry, although their nappies were damp. They smiled and cooed whenever one of the kids played with them, which was almost constant.

We rested there for about an hour, then headed on the last leg of the journey, Diane riding shotgun. It was a little crowded in the van, but we had seatbelts for everybody, and no one wanted to be separated, even if it was to ride with three of our most favourite people in the world. The route was the same I'd taken in September, except instead of staying in the small town, we only stopped long enough at a service station to relieve the ladies' bladders so we wouldn't be rushed on final arrival; then we carried on until we turned onto the cottage road. The wives had all been napping, but as soon as we turned off onto the cottage road, everyone was instantly awake. The excitement in the van was palpable. I took it easy on the last part. It was summer, and small kids could dart out almost anywhere on this quiet road.

When the lake came into view, Diane fell in love. "It's so beautiful here! No wonder my wives and husband have such warm memories of this place!"

Carol laughed. "Yes, it's pretty, but the best is yet to come. You've never seen the cottage, and Princess, you haven't seen it in twenty years. Joe made a lot of improvements. I hope Momma Jo and Momma Pie like what he's done."

Carol and I pointed out names on mailboxes we recognized, and again noted the ones that had changed, remembering the names of the former occupants. Those we didn't remember, Riekie did. It was quite a trip down memory lane. We noted with sadness that the old pavilion was gone. It had been there last September, but had the appearance of abandonment. Now it was gone completely, claimed by a vandal's fire over the winter, another victim of the changing times and attitudes.

We rounded the last bend and there before us was the old cottage. I heard Riekie and Diane gasp. All three uttered one word. "Beautiful!"

Joe had been busy — the lawn was freshly cut and the flower beds were a riot of colour. The place looked even better than when Carol and I saw it last fall. With the natural siding, red roof, and the vibrant flowers, for some reason I was put in mind of Tom Bombadil's house, 'up, down, under hill' — a haven from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. I didn't see any sign of Joe, but he was expecting us, and wouldn't be far away. As we pulled up to the garage, Paul and his ladies pulled in behind us. We'd sort out more efficient parking later.

I was first out of the van and moved quickly around to help Diane and Riekie alight from the vehicle. Once they were out, Carol told the kids to unbuckle and move out. After everyone else was out, I helped Carol lift the infant carriers out and set them on the lawn in the shade of the van. As we finished, Paul and the aunts came round from the car, Pie and Jo exclaiming delightedly over the changes to the house and grounds.

Just then, Joe stepped out of the porch and came over to greet us. For some reason, my imagination still ran away with me, and I half-expected Joe to come bounding up in bright yellow over-sized boots with a song of Goldberry on his lips. I gave my head a shake as I momentarily wondered if the story of 'the Oldest One' as promulgated by Tolkien was really a myth, and re-focused on reality.

With Paul and his family, and including Carol and me, there were thirteen of us to introduce. Without planning it, we aligned in our sub-groups to make the introductions similar to when we met Karen. Carol and the babies were at the head of the line, then Riekie with our twins, next Diane with our two, then Paul's family. We made quite a sight!

Paul and his wives were huddled in an excited whispered conversation, oblivious to the rest of us, as they awaited their turn to be introduced. I learned later the aunts couldn't believe how nicely Joe had remodeled the house and grounds, and couldn't keep quiet, even at the risk of appearing rude.

I was standing with Carol as Joe bounded out of the house, that Tom Bombadil image persistently teasing my brain. He recognized me straightaway and made straight for me. I took Joe's hand and he gushed. "David! It's a pleasure to finally meet the voice at the other end of the phone! I hope the house meets your approval."

I gave Joe a warm hug. "Joe, the house looks fabulous! It's the ladies we have to please, and from what I heard as we drove up, it passes muster very well. You're looking very fit yourself, even better than last fall!"

"Thanks! Glad to help! Must be all the hard work I do for you, clearing trails and rebuilding old barns, Ha! Ha! I don't know about looking better, but I certainly feel better, and not just physically, either. This job has given me something to focus on and a reason to keep going, something I lost when my wife passed away. My daughter, Janet, really noticed it and sends you her special thanks 'for giving my father back his life'." Joe blushed. "Uh ... She tends to be a little melodramatic. You'll meet her. She's going to try to come down this weekend, depending on her schedule. Last I heard, her boss gave her a rough time about this weekend, so I'm not sure."

"Again, you look great, and the place is absolutely gorgeous! I think I'm gonna hafta put you on the payroll yet! Now, I'd like you to meet the family. You met my wife Carol Anne last year, but were never properly introduced. Since you last saw her, she delivered us this wonderful set of twins, Benji and Katelyn." I indicated the babies in the carriers.

Joe bent over and tickled each of them under the chin, eliciting big smiles. He cooed at them like a doting grandparent. "So ye're the two what caused all the stir in June! My! My! Ye're certainly beautiful babies!" He straightened up and gazed wonderingly upon Carol. "Beautiful! So beautiful! I 'member ye now! You were like a ray of sunshine in an old man's life then, and the sunshine has returned! Welcome back, Carol Anne!"

Carol smiled at Joe's compliments and blushed at the memory of bare pussy she'd left with him. She threw her arms around Joe and hugged him close, giving him a big, friendly kiss. "And now we meet as friends, Joe! Talk about beautiful! I love what you've done to the house, and the flowers are simply gorgeous!"

Joe disentangled himself from Carol. "It's a pleasure to keep the house and grounds beautiful to compliment yer own beauty!" Joe definitely had an eye for the ladies, and a touch of the Irish in him from his hint of brogue — I was sure he had at some time kissed the stone.

Joe and Carol exchanged a few more pleasantries and compliments then I had almost to drag him away to introduce him to Riekie. "Joe, please meet my second wife, Riekie, whom we call Princess, and our twins K.P. and D.J. Someday we'll tell you what the initials mean."

Riekie and the twins made their normal greeting, as all three curtsied to Joe and whispered, "How do you do Mr. Carnegie? We're pleased to make your acquaintance."

Joe stared open-mouthed for a second at Riekie, then regaining his composure he laughed, and looked around as if they had addressed someone else. "Mr. Carnegie? I'm Joe. Mr. Carnegie was my father." He bent down and held his arms out to the kids. They promptly giggled and fell into them for a sweet hug as Joe informed them, "My own grandchildren call me Papa. You can call me Papa Joe if you like. Such beautiful children! Lovely little fairy princesses!"

The kids thought that was great. "OK, Papa Joe. Now you should say hello to our Mommy."

Joe straightened back up, regarding Riekie almost with awe, which worthy promptly hugged and kissed him similar to Carol. "I won't call you Papa Joe, but I'll certainly call you Joe. You've been a real friend to our family, and it is a genuine pleasure to finally meet you."

Obviously captivated by Riekie, Joe breathed. "Princess, eh? You certainly look like one. You and your sister-wife have certainly brightened up this old man's day."

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Joe demonstrated more of his gift of Blarney. Again, I had almost to drag Joe away as I guided him to Diane and our kids. "Joe, this is my third wife, Diane Marie, better known as Muffin, and our two children, Rhiannon and Jenny."

The kids followed the lead of their sisters and curtsied to Joe. "How do you do, Papa Joe?"

Once more, Joe bent down and opened his arms, and yet another pair of youngsters fell into his warm embrace. "My! My! Two more beautiful fairy princesses! There is almost more beauty here today than this old heart can take!"

Releasing the kids from his embrace, Joe straightened up and stared at Diane, then looked back to Carol. "Another sister? Muffin? Why such a name? An old friend of mine used to call his little girl that many years ago. You too, are a Princess and should be called such. Such beauty! Man-oh-man! You take my breath away."

Diane blushed at Joe's praise, and threw her arms around him. "Pleased to meet you too, Joe. Not a sister, a cousin. My Daddy calls me Muffin and everyone else has picked it up. Those compliments deserve a reward!" Diane then planted one of her patented soul kisses on poor Joe. When she released him, I thought Joe was going to faint. His eyes were glazed and he had the silliest grin I ever saw.

After Diane's rather torrid greeting, I heard the girls titter conspiratorially. I steered an unsteady Joe over to meet Paul and the aunts as My Girls turned and started unloading our bags from the van. "Joe, I'd like you to meet my wives' family, and the people you bought the house from before you sold it to me..."

I never finished, as both Paul and Joe's faces lit up in recognition. Paul was incredulous. "Joe? Joe Carnegie? It can't be!"

Joe was almost as incredulous. "Paul? Paul Curtis? My God! It is you!"

They threw their arms around each other and literally danced in a bear hug. When they broke, Paul gasped. "Joe, we were told you were killed in an accident shortly after you transferred! When David mentioned your name, I thought it was a sad coincidence someone else had the same name as a lost friend."

Joe exclaimed. "Well that explains why I never heard from you, then. I was banged up pretty good, but I certainly wasn't killed! I thought when you didn't answer the last letter you didn't want to keep in touch any more. I knew if Shirley saw my letters before you, you'd never get them, so I didn't push it."

"Yeah! I got your last letter just after we heard you'd been killed. I guess Shirley figured you were dead, so she didn't need to hide my mail any more. Fred and I were so devastated we just gave extra to the company survivors' fund and went out and got drunk. Shirley and I were breaking up at the time and I wasn't sure how Jane would be with me, so I never contacted her either."

"You finally had enough and broke up with that cheatin' bitch? What happened to the girls? I hope she didn't get them! I heard some ugly things about her Pollock just before I moved, but never got a chance to tell you, and anyway, you didn't want to hear any of that."

"I should have listened, Joe. It could have saved the girls a lot of grief. The last of David's wives that you met is my youngest daughter. Diane Marie is my Muffin, and David rescued her from the hell she was in."

Joe regarded Diane with new interest and even more warmth. "You're that Muffin, eh? Now I understand."

Paul drew Joe's attention back to him. "There's lots more to tell, and we have lots of time, but we're ignoring some very important people. Joe, please meet my sister-wives. This is Piete Koorstis, and the pregnant one is Joanna Koorstis. I told you about them, I believe..."

Joe stared in open, stunned admiration of those two women, his mouth working, but little coming out. He finally got a grip and gasped. "You're REAL! Paul told Fred and me all about you, but I never quite believed there could be two such beautiful creatures on this earth! Pie! Jo! Please forgive me! You are truly wondrous! Wait until I get hold of that real estate guy! Old ladies indeed! Now I see where Carol Anne and Princess get their looks, with mothers as beautiful as you!"

Pie and Jo blushed prettily at Joe's lavish praise. He was clearly smitten as they embraced Joe warmly and each gave him a rather sensual kiss, not quite as hot as Diane's, but enough to pique his interest.

Pie laughed as she spoke for both. "We are so pleased to meet you, Joe. Paul told us all about his friends. We met Fred at New Year, but Paul told us you were no longer with us. We're pleased to see that, like Mark Twain, rumours of your demise are premature. Paul said you always had a silver tongue <giggle>. Carol Anne and Princess are not our daughters, but our nieces. Their mother was our older sister Dolly, and yes, she was very beautiful. Muffin is now our daughter."

Joe recovered from their kisses then he laughed and laughed (why did his laugh bring back that image of Old Tom again?), stepped back and regarded the whole family. "Oh-ho! I know there's all kinds of stories here — the kind that take a long time and several beers to tell! ... But I'm sure you'd like to get moved in and freshen up after a long drive. I hear the babies getting a little fussy so they're probably hungry. Carol Anne, why don't you and your wives take the tykes on in and look after them? The rest of us can look after bringing in the luggage and mind the other children. There's a rocking chair in the porch for you, if you want to feed the babies now, or you can use the one in the nursery if you want more privacy."

Carol thanked Joe, saying the chair in the porch was fine. She and the other wives grabbed the babies and their travel kit and headed into the porch. Through the screening, I saw Carol settle into her rocker. Presently one of the others handed her a baby. Paul, Joe, and I unloaded the vehicles, and started carrying luggage into the house. We had to troop through the porch, past a nonchalant Carol nursing just as if we were home. Pie and Jo rounded up the four older kids and took them down to the beach to keep them from being under foot while we brought in our bags.

When we finished, Joe took me on a quick tour of the house. Joe and his wife had not rearranged the interior a lot, but they had redecorated tastefully throughout, and of course, all the furniture was new. The basic layout remained the same, though.

Upstairs, the small hall had been done over and the light fixture changed. In the girls' old room, now the master, the décor was pleasant and neutral. The big king-size bed fit nicely, leaving room for two large dressers, sufficient, with the closet, for all the wives and myself to store our summer clothing for two weeks. I was tickled at the presence of several large scented candles. Joe explained it was his daughter's idea.

The smaller east bedroom, which had been mine and Bob's, was set up for the kids with one queen size bed, and again two large dressers and a closet for their clothes. Like all the upstairs rooms, it was nicely decorated in a neutral colour scheme. Joe must have been listening when I told him about our animals and passed it along: Janet had hung a couple posters of some black horses and one of a gorgeous black cat that was almost a clone of Ahab. I knew the kids would be thrilled.

The west bedroom was a surprise. This was where Joe and his wife had made the most changes to the house. Always the largest of the rooms, despite what I thought when younger (I think it was the original master bedroom), Joe and his wife had divided it unequally in two.

The larger south portion, originally planned as a sewing room, became our nursery. They made the smaller north part into a modern three-piece bath, giving the old house the upstairs bath facilities it had always needed. Checking the built-in linen closet, I was pleased to find it well stocked with large bath towels, and — Surprise! — an assortment of terry bath robes — Joe and his daughter thought of everything!

When I commented, Joe asked me how many times I've come in from doing a dirty, sweaty job, gone straight to the shower and had to call for a robe or clean clothes. Not a big deal when we're home alone, but embarrassing if you have company, which will be more likely the rule than the exception here at the cottage

Pleased as we were with the bathroom, Joe and his daughter outdid themselves on the nursery. Even with the new bathroom cut out of it, the room was as big as an average sized bedroom in a modern bungalow, making it more than roomy enough as a nursery. Along with the cribs we requested, there was a beautiful change table and a rocker to match the ones at home. The cupboard under the change table was even stocked with diapers, baby wipes, and baby oil and lotion. A small closet was well stocked with baby blankets and linen for the cribs.

I even noticed a baby monitor sitting on the dresser. They were relatively new at that time, and me being something of a technophile, it caught my eye. I made a note we had to get one for home. This nursery was a turnkey operation. But the décor! They had actually decorated it as a nursery, with a gender-neutral theme and colour scheme. There were even mobiles suspended over each crib! When my wives saw it, they fell in love! The attention to detail was simply breathtaking.

The north bedroom had been Dolly and Bob Sr.'s room. Joe was able to exchange the new queen size for a king size for Paul and his family. Again, there were enough dressers and closet space to accommodate a small summer wardrobe for each person. I noted there were candles in this room as well.

Joe laughed when I commented on the candles. "When you said it was a family of three, I knew it was another of your Wiccan multiples, so I did what Janet did in your room. It never occurred to me it would be Paul and his sister-wives. Remember when you first told me about you and your wives? You seemed to think I took it rather easily. Well, not only had I read about Wicca in those books I told you of, but I knew of Paul's incestuous multiple marriage. I just didn't know how to tell you how I became familiar with the concept of multiples without revealing my friend's relationship with his sisters and my acceptance of it."

"Joe, there are some stories to tell, but I think you should catch up with your old friend Paul first. Now, let's finish this tour, shall we?"

Joe's daughter was evidently a whiz at interior design. The nursery showed off her talent, but the whole house reflected her touch. Her attention to detail was incredible! Every bed was fully dressed, with a full change of bed linen in every closet, including a spare warm comforter for those colder nights.

The original bathroom facilities were still on the main floor, but had been modernized. Gone was the old tub I disliked so much, replaced with a large modern shower enclosure. Again, the linen closet was fully stocked with lots of large, fluffy towels and again, terry bath robes of various sizes.

The kitchen was modern with a new propane stove and a fridge with ice and water dispenser in the door. The cabinetry was also new, and stocked with all new dishes, flatware, and cookware, enough to serve at least a dozen people.

A full-size freezer, and a modern washer and dryer graced the utility room. Throughout the house, the décor was tasteful and airy, bespeaking Janet's almost professional touch. And ... the entire house was redolent with the sweet scent and the gloriously brilliant colours of flowers! There were potted flowering plants and vases full of cut flowers everywhere and in every room! My imagination took off in a flight of fancy again, and I fully expected to see Goldberrry with several bowls of floating water lilies at her feet.

When I commented to Joe about the flowers, he said, "My wife, Jane loved flowers and our home was always decorated with fresh flowers of all kinds. I loved the smell, and after she was gone, the smell of any flower always brings back warm memories of her. So, when Janet and I finished fixing the place up for you, I just knew I had to keep her flower tradition alive. I can stop putting them out if you want."

I grimaced at the thought. "Don't you dare, Joe! Not only are you keeping a wonderful memory of Jane alive, the flowers do wonders for the atmosphere of the house, showing that someone who cares, lives here."

Joe said he and his wife Jane had originally planned to use the larger west wing we now occupied as their home, with the east wing kept as a guest suite, either for Janet, or for his son and his family whenever they came for a visit. Joe told me they had redecorated it as well, with one major change — they had converted the smallest bedroom to a modern bathroom.

Joe's wife hadn't lived to see the renovations completed. Some of the interior design work was hers, but after her death, Janet had finished the job. Joe didn't need all the space of the west wing, and had set himself up in the smaller east wing. The kitchenette had new modern appliances and was fully functional for a small family or just a couple.

Janet, in her very early-twenties, was unmarried, and like Jamie, fresh out of school, just starting a career in a nearby small city. Joe said he had hoped she would move back home and use it as her apartment, but she got a place in the city and refused to commute.

His son was married, with two little girls, and lived in the same nearby city where Janet worked. It was close enough that they rarely stayed overnight, preferring to drive back to their suburban home after a day at the lake, although their visits were actually quite infrequent. Joe said his son's wife didn't like staying in the country — it was 'too dark and quiet', just the things that attracted the rest of us. I got the impression he wasn't too keen on his daughter-in-law, but he obviously doted on his grandchildren, lamenting he didn't see them often enough, especially when they lived so close. He said if he didn't visit them, or if Janet didn't bring them out with her, which she quite often did, he would hardly ever see them.

In contrast to the way he spoke of his son and daughter-in-law, whenever Joe mentioned Janet, his face lit up. His pride in his daughter was very apparent. He obviously loved her very much — the sun rose and set in her. Despite her refusal to commute, and a weird schedule at her job, she spent every free minute she had with her dad. I was very touched by her devotion to her father, and by his appreciation of it.

I didn't examine the east wing too closely, feeling I was invading Joe's privacy. I did note the changes to the common room and kitchenette, arranged and furnished similar to the happy day Riekie, Carol and I had our meeting with the family Koorstis.

I had never actually been upstairs in the east wing, so I didn't know what to expect. Again, the bedrooms were tastefully decorated and appointed, all with queen-size beds. One was slightly larger, with built-in bookshelves. I recognized it immediately from Joe's description as Opa's former bedroom/office, and now his.

Joe's walls were festooned with framed photos of his family, and from them, I saw that Joe's wife had been a remarkable beauty in her own right as was her carbon-copy daughter, Janet. Pictures of her and Janet seemed to dominate, and it was hard to tell them apart other than Janet was obviously much younger.

A smaller bedroom, decorated with feminine taste, was next door to Joe's with a connecting door between. Family pictures were also very evident here, but seemed to focus more on Joe and to a lesser extent, his wife.

The third, smaller room, was also decorated tastefully neutral. The room converted into a bathroom must have been a very small bedroom (if it was ever used as that). It was barely large enough to serve as a modern three-piece bath.

We had lots of room. If the boys were able to make it East in time to spend a few days with us, there were the two bedrooms in the east wing where Joe was living. We could use the one that was reserved for Janet when she wasn't there. If she was, then the boys would have to double-up like they did at the farm.

Joe had become so important to us we would turn guests away before asking him or his daughter to vacate while we entertained. As I casually inspected the house, I was convinced we had gotten more than our money's worth, especially with Joe thrown into the bargain.

When we finished, we returned to the porch where the girls served a light snack to tide us over until supper from the basic groceries we brought with us. I cracked off to Joe about how well the house was stocked with linen and cookware.

He blushed and said. "Thank Janet. She thinks of everything. I'm just the gofer. I hope we didn't spend too much of the maintenance budget getting all these extras. I'm glad you sent me the bank and VISA cards. Life's easier now since I'm not forced to deal exclusively with just those two stores in town. They don't have everything we need, like the towels and bed clothes. I'd have picked up some groceries for you, but had no idea what you liked or how much to get. I did pick up the basic cleaning supplies and some meat for the freezer. Before anyone goes shopping, you should check what's there."

I was impressed. "God, Joe! You and Janet have done wonders! Don't worry about your maintenance budget. The normal annual expenses for the place, even if you paid your own utilities and food, wouldn't use up the interest on the principle. I fully expected to be wasting most of today tracking down all the odds and ends we'd need, and not be able to fully enjoy our first day here. Now we can, thanks to you and Janet."

Once they had Carol and the babies settled, and had served that light snack, Diane and Riekie declared they were taking the car to do some proper grocery shopping. Pie and Jo decided to go with them. I had them check the freezer to see what we had in stock before they left. They had their list made up and were headed to the stores by two-thirty. We'd only been here an hour and a half or so, and already it felt like home. As they were leaving, My Wives informed Joe he was officially part of the family now and would be taking all of his meals with us.

With the other women gone shopping, that left us men and Carol with the four kids and the babies. Carol was a little tired after the trip, so she had me carry the twins up to bed, and she lay down in our room for a short nap.

Paul and Joe installed themselves with some beer in Joe's common room to get caught up with each other, and I was left with the kids. Before Carol lay down for her nap, she helped me unpack the kids, find their swimsuits, and get them changed. I sent Carol to her nap with a lingering kiss and the promise of a walk later this evening. Kissing her in the doorway of her old room brought back a flood of warm memories, and made me glad we'd decided to spend time here.

I took the kids down to our little beach to play in the water and sand. We forgot to pack beach toys, but Joe had some for his grand children, so our kids were able to play in the sand with buckets and shovels. The women folk had an order for beach toys on their list as well as groceries. We'd leave them at the cottage so the kids would always have them. The kids had a ball, and some neighbour kids came over to join them.

Our beach was small, but it was still the best swimming hole on this side of the lake, and was popular with the local children. Our girls made several new friends that day and I got to ogle some teenage eye candy that came over to use our raft. Joe had given the local kids the run of our beach, and I wholeheartedly agreed. There seemed to be a lot more kids around than when we were young, especially pre-teens. Ours would not lack for friends and playmates when we were here, it seemed.

After about an hour, Carol rose from her nap and got Paul to help her bring the babies down to the beach with the rest of us. There was lots of shade, and Carol had them in the cutest little sun hats, so they were well protected from the sun. Those little tykes squealed and smiled whenever another kid came near. I think they had as much fun as any one else! Carol snuggled up to me as I sat on the sand watching the kids. She caught me eyeing up the young stuff parading around in their skimpy bikinis and gave me several playful digs about being a dirty old man. She knew I was just looking, and couldn't resist a little teasing. I didn't look too much past her, though, because she looked absolutely edible in her own rather revealing bikini! Damn! It felt good to be back at this place that held so many wonderful memories!



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Chapter 104


Just about the time the kids started to get water-logged, the shopping crew returned. Carol took over the supervision of the kids while the other women dragooned me into carrying groceries. Paul and Joe conveniently disappeared into Joe's lair with their beer and memories...

Once the groceries were in, they shooed me out of the kitchen, and the four women started preparing some kind of feast for supper. They even kept Carol from their domain, but the smells that emanated from that kitchen and drifted out to the porch were mouth watering. Carol and I retired to the couch on the porch. The kids found one of their board games, and were soon playing quietly. The babies watched them intently for a while, but soon fell sound asleep, while Carol and I snuggled like old times.

Thanks to the planning and preparation of Joe and his daughter Janet, our first day at the cottage was much more relaxed than we had anticipated. All we had needed to do was make a trip into town to stock up on groceries. Riekie, Diane, Pie and Jo performed that task efficiently and quickly. While in town, Pie and Jo were able to take some time to go round by their old house for a short visit with their former neighbour, the lady who so kindly watched over it all winter until it was sold.

From what they reported to me later, they caused quite a stir with their old friend when they showed up on her doorstep. It must have been quite a shock for her to see a very much younger-looking Jo seven and a half months pregnant. To top it off, she and an equally youthful Pie were accompanied by two stunningly beautiful younger women in the same advanced stage of pregnancy — one a niece she hadn't seen in years and another they introduced as their daughter! It said a lot for the woman's character (and the soundness of her ticker!) when, while shocked, she certainly wasn't scandalized, and maintained a dignified and friendly demeanor. Mind you, she had witnessed the debacle with Bob Sr. last September and learned a lot then.

Never mind Jo being pregnant, the neighbour was amazed at the transformation in both Pie and Jo. Gone were the matronly clothes, hair done in severe buns, and the long faces she had known. Now she faced two vibrant, beautiful women with flowing locks and sexy dresses who smiled and laughed constantly. The poor woman hardly knew them.

When they lived next door to her, they had become very good friends and over the years had shared with her a little about their past. Consequently, the neighbour knew somewhat of their multiple marriage when they were young. When they told her they had re-united with their lost lover and Jo had gotten pregnant on the first night of their reunion, she was overjoyed for them. The only thing she expressed concern over was the usual one — Jo's age. They never did tell her their husband was also their brother, feeling that bit of information might be just a wee bit too much for the woman to handle (I wonder why?). They did explain Diane was actually their stepdaughter, though.

The women returned to the cottage from their shopping trip in good time despite the visit with Pie and Jo's neighbour, with the groceries carried in and stowed in short order. Then, as mentioned, those four ladies shooed everyone, including Carol, out of the kitchen while they prepared another of their feasts. Carol and I snuggled on the couch in the porch for a while but soon felt like doing something to burn off a little energy. The babies were asleep and wouldn't need to be fed for at least another hour. The four older kids were playing quietly. We asked the others to keep an eye on them while we went for a stroll to check out Joe's progress at clearing the old trail.

Carol was still wearing the bikini she'd worn to the beach, but when we returned to the house she'd tied on a little wrap-around matching sarong. The effect of that little scrap of cloth was devastating to my libido. She looked utterly ravishing, and getting her alone for a few minutes was high on my list of priorities. She knew it, and so did my other wives. Today was the twenty-first anniversary of the Friday when Carol and I first became physically intimate and a little private time for just the two of us was more than appropriate. After all, not only was it a special anniversary, it was the first time ever we were able to 'celebrate' it, and ... most importantly, we had returned to the very venue where it occurred. What could be more fitting!

Taking Carol by the hand, I led her out of the porch and around the house toward the beginning of the trail. As we left, Riekie called out for us not to be too long, supper would be ready shortly. We might have time to neck and cop a little feel, but that would be all. We were being allowed a little space, but not a lot. Oh well — be thankful for small mercies.

As we started up the trail, our arms comfortably around each other, both Carol and I were stunned at the amount of work Joe had accomplished. He told us during one of our calls setting up this vacation that he had the trail pretty well completed, but we had no idea he had accomplished this much! Joe had cleared the trail back to the dimensions we remembered — the traveled portion of an old farm lane.

Riekie, Carol and I, and sometimes Bob, had been able to walk comfortably abreast for most of the trail in those halcyon days. Over the intervening years, it had grown up into the almost impenetrable jungle Carol and I found the previous September, now almost a year ago. Now we could walk it again with ease. Amazed at the amount and quality of the work — all the cut brush removed and the stubs, always a tripping hazard, trimmed to or below ground level — we marveled at the restoration of one of our favourite places.

Bemused by the renewed enchantment of our trail, we strolled comfortably, arms about each other, unmindful of the original lust that had sent us out on a private stroll. Eventually we reached 'Riekie's rock'. By mutual unspoken consent, we decided to go no farther without the other wives. What we had seen so far showed that Joe had done an excellent job and we didn't need to see any more to confirm it. It just wouldn't be fair to Riekie, who had shared so much with us here, nor to Diane, with whom we wanted to share so much, if we went any further without them along. We paused at the stone where we had found Riekie crying, shared a long, intimate kiss and very tender embrace, and with some regret, turned back toward the house.

We would all come for our first real walk this evening after supper and rediscover the trail together. Carol and I, and the others, would have ample opportunity for private walks — and talks — during the next couple weeks. We could even stay longer if Diane and Riekie felt up to it — there was no great rush to return to the farm. Mom and Dad could tend the animals for a while longer, and they knew what needed to be done vis-à-vis the new house. For major decisions, we were only a phone call away.

Carol and I linked our arms about each other, and strolled leisurely back to the cottage. We laughed and joked quietly like the lovers we had been once and were again, stopping frequently to enjoy long tender embraces and soft lovers' kisses. Our return to the house coincided with the babies awakening for their next feeding. The kids helped me change the babes and Carol fed them. By the time Benji and Katelyn were fed, burped, and settled back into their carriers, the other women were calling us to supper.

The ladies set out the evening meal as a buffet. With fourteen of us, counting Joe, and up to seventeen when the boys and Janet were with us, we would have to work out a different form of seating so we could all be together for regular meals. <Later, we did solve it for most days by putting two picnic tables together and serving outside.>

Once everyone had gathered in the main room, Diane did the honours and offered a prayer of thanks to the Goddess. Soon, we all had our plates full of the delicious Dutch fare, and everyone found a place to sit — some at the table, others on the couch, and still others in the porch. Regardless of where we found a place to sit, once again we celebrated our family meal with love, fellowship, conviviality, and fun.

After the marvelous feast served up by the womenfolk, we men, supervised by Carol, pitched in to help with the cleanup. The ladies had put on such a delicious spread, the least the rest of us could do was wash up while they relaxed with their tea and unwound from their busy day. With the four of us working, many hands made light work, and soon we were able to join the cooks over after dinner coffee/tea and dessert.

My wives didn't stay settled for very long. They were just itching to go for our promised walk. Pie and Jo volunteered to watch the babes, while Paul and Joe said they would take the four oldest on a bit of a 'nature walk' along the lakeshore.

Joe teased the kids about snakes and frogs. I thought he was in for a bit of a surprise. None of the kids was the least bit afraid of reptiles, worms, fish, or amphibians, especially Jenny. That young worthy, on a number of occasions, had caused screaming consternation amongst her mothers when she brought a toad into the house to show them. She could not understand the near panic whenever one of her little 'friends' managed to get loose in the kitchen, and was absolutely mortified when it was suggested the poor creature be terminated. I'm not ashamed to admit the ten-year old in me got the better of me at those exciting times <GRIN>.

The few times I had been able to take the kids down to the river to do a little fishing this summer, they had all baited their own hooks. They never once balked at handling slimy worms and once shown how to do so safely, also took their own fish off the hook — good thing, too — the way those little fish magnets caught fish, I'd have been too busy to do any fishing of my own.

However, if Joe had teased them about spiders, then he'd have gotten a far more animated and negative response than the 'Hey, cool!' he did get. Mild arachnophobia seems to be pandemic among the Lloyd women folk...

Katelyn and Benji had been fed just before supper, so weren't all that hungry. Carol offered them a suck, but they took little. To be prepared, she took the time to express some milk so there would be some handy if the babies got hungry before we got back, and to forestall any discomfort she might feel in her breasts if we were a little late. Carol's need to be 'drained' was as regular and on the same schedule as the babes' appetite.

As we were on vacation, we let the kids stay up late, allowing us the time to take a leisurely walk without having to rush back. We knew the grandparents would ensure they were well entertained without resorting to that modern babysitter, the TV — in fact there wasn't one on the premises.

Diane and Riekie were as 'fit' as they could be considering their advanced stage of pregnancy, and if we kept the pace down, could walk a significant distance. They looked delightful in their close-fitting summer dresses. Before we left, Carol changed from her daring bikini and sarong into a summer dress more suited to the cool evening air.

With hugs to the kids and admonishments to mind the Oma's, arms about each other, we started out for our walk with lots of daylight left. I slipped an arm around a girl, Carol on my right, Riekie on my left. They each put their arm around me, and Diane did the same on Carol's right. Once again, I was strolling along our favourite trail with the most beautiful women in the world on my arms — the King was back!

The evening was clear and mild, with that golden glow just prior to a summer sunset. As we strolled, we passed different spots on the trail that held specific fond memories, upon which Riekie, Carol and I reminisced, regaling Diane with tales of that idyllic summer so long ago and yet so near. It was mainly for Diane's benefit (so we said... ), but also for our own, as we reconnected with that magical summer when it all began and excised more of the hurt from the aftermath.

We pointed out the spot where Riekie first declared her love for us, and not far from there, the stone where we found her crying the night we married her — coincidentally at the same spot.

Farther up, we pointed out the entrance to the lane leading to the barn. We stepped through just far enough for us to take a good look at it. Joe had been busy here, too. His cleanup, from what we could see, had been subtle, but one thing did stand out — the roadbed was a riot of colour from the wild flowers Joe had sewn as I requested. Diane was literally blown away by the beauty of the scene.

"You guys have told me over and over what a beautiful, enchanted spot this is, but I always suspected there was a touch of exaggeration born of nostalgia. Even with Princess and Baby's drawings, I thought it was just too good to be real, and took it with a grain of salt. Now I see it, and realize my skepticism has done you and this marvelous place a grave injustice. I see that your own words and pictures actually fail to adequately describe the supernatural beauty and serenity of this wondrous place."

Goddess! When had my little pixie become so eloquent! All we could manage to answer in response to Diane's tribute was to dumbly nod and inarticulately agree: "Yeah! Beautiful.We tol' ya!" Why is it that when you need them, words fail you? I guess what can cause some to wax poetic causes others to be at a loss for words...

Carol squeezed her smaller wife affectionately. "Muffin, you just wait until we take you up that road to the old barn. Then you'll not only see the full beauty of this place, you'll experience what can only be described as the magic of it."

Diane cooed and snuggled closer into Carol's embrace. "Oooo! I can hardly wait!" She turned her face to Carol and they shared a tender kiss which spread to Riekie and me before we turned back toward the main trail.

With a longing gaze, we stepped away from the entrance to the old road and continued our walk along the trail. Carol and I had seen how badly overgrown the old trail had been, and as we traversed its length never ceased to be amazed at how much effort Joe had expended to restore it. It seemed no sooner would we discover some wonderful indication of Joe's evidently Herculean effort, when we would round a bend or peer into a copse and behold yet another of his wonders.

Riekie summed it up when she observed. "Are you sure Joe cleared this? He's done such a marvelous job, I can hardly see where he's removed anything — it looks just like I remember, except many of the trees are a lot bigger now."

I squeezed her to me. "Princess, I dunno how Joe did it all in the time he had, considering the work on the house and the old barn, too, but he sure did a fine job, eh? Maybe he's a little magical himself, eh? Given some of the things that have happened to all of us over the years, and especially where this place is concerned, it wouldn't surprise me if we had found our very own elf or possibly genie to magically do our bidding." Privately, I still tended to think of Joe as the incarnation of Tom Bombadil, 'the Oldest One', whose 'magic' came from the land itself.

The others heard us, and we all laughed at the absurdity of such a thing, but still ... Joe had gone to some lengths to make it look as if the trail had not been overgrown at all and the results were, at the risk of overusing the word, magical — at least to us. The stubs were trimmed to below ground level, and the brush removed. One had to look very close indeed to see that the roadway had actually been cleared recently.

Near the end of the trail was the little dell with the leaning tree that Carol and I had found that allowed us to step off the trail for some intimate privacy. We'd stopped here to make love many times that summer, and after we joined with Riekie, had loved her here as well.

Last September, Carol and I found the nook again, but in its 'jungle' state didn't feel comfortable to do anything except cuddle and remember. Joe had worked his clearing magic here, too, and once again, it was that lovely dell lending itself to love and intimacy.

We regaled Diane with several stories about this spot. She especially enjoyed hearing how we actually 'christened' the leaning tree on Carol's and my wedding night. This was always a happy spot. Carol and I had stopped here many times to love each other, but we had also had many of our more meaningful and productive conversations here as well. It was here that we discussed how we felt about Riekie and decided to add her to our knot (if she'd have us, that is!).

The four of us spent quite a long time cuddled into a group hug as we remembered and shared. I had thought earlier that we might actually get into something of a group grope — and possibly re-christen the leaning tree — when we got to this spot on the trail (Hey! It's a guy thing!), but in reality, we became lost in the memories and simply basked in our love for each other. We hugged and kissed tenderly, and the most intimate we got was to squeeze a buttock or nuzzle a sweet breast occasionally.

All too soon, we realized it was getting late — the babies would be getting hungry for sure — and headed back toward the house. Carol, reverting to form, broke from us and skipped on ahead, exuberant in her joy at returning to a place we loved so much. Diane moved into my right side where Carol had been and snuggled up close. I strolled down what was now our own private lane holding my pregnant wives close while First Wife gamboled ahead, feeling utterly at peace with myself and the world. The King was indeed back!

We interrupted our return stroll with frequent stops to hug and kiss. Carol stayed out in front, but periodically skipped back to us and kissed one or the other of us lovingly before happily scampering off again. Our joy at returning to this magical place was palpable, and the pleasure of sharing it with our newest soulmate was deep beyond measure.

It was well past dark when the four of us finally wandered into the house from our walk. The kids were still up, but were obviously fading fast. Fortunately, the grandparents had already given them their baths and changed them into their jammies. The babies weren't demanding to be fed yet, but they were awake, so would be soon. The urchins each kissed their grandparents goodnight and the four of us escorted them upstairs to their bed.

Four happily chattering magpies each took a parent by the hand and together we climbed the stairs to their room. We tucked them into their big bed and the wives once more acted out the night's pages from their bedtime book. Soon, four little cherubs were fast asleep in their four-girl heap. We kissed them lightly, pausing a few moments in the doorway to watch them sleep. We noted something was missing, then realized Ahab was not at his usual post intertwined in the heap. We resolved to bring him with us next time — there were no busy roads, so he'd be plenty safe once he got used to the strangeness of a new place. Satisfied the children were settled in for the night, we withdrew to join the other adults.

When we returned downstairs, the other adults had adjourned to the porch to enjoy the cool evening air. The babies were just beginning to fuss for their next feeding. Carol sat in her rocker and nonchalantly opened the front of her dress as Riekie and Diane each handed her a babe for feeding. I saw Joe start and cast a quick look about the room to see if anyone else was startled by her actions. Seeing we all apparently ignored such a natural behavior, he soon relaxed. As the babies suckled contentedly, Carol joined in the conversation as if there were no infants at her breasts at all.

Our conversation drifted toward reminiscing about things that happened that magical summer, with the aunts joining in. Joe and Paul seemed fascinated with the stories we told. Much of it was new to the aunts as well. Often we were telling stories of things that at the time we had tried to hide from the adults of the day — less the graphic descriptions of the sex, of course.

Jo put things in perspective for us. "I only wish Dolly could have lived long enough to see the four of you leaving for your evening walk tonight. That was always one of her favourite things — to watch David and His Girls slip away for an hour or so. She always said you were the most unguarded then, and she could see the true depth of your love, especially the glow on your faces when you returned. It was her greatest wish to see you re-united." I always knew Dolly knew more about us than she ever let on, now Tante Jo just confirmed my (our) suspicions.

My wives and I murmured assent to this. We wished she had lived to see the day we were back together, too. However, Diane took a different tack. She drew herself up from her cozy seat at Riekie's side, sat tall, and in that otherworldly voice she used when communing with/for the Goddess, she explained, "Oh, she knows alright, and she sees, too. Dolly is very happy that we are together, and knows it took her passing to get it started."

The conversation had definitely taken a bit of a turn, but even so, a sense of tranquility settled over the entire group after Diane's pronouncement, and we all became quiet in introspection. Presently, first Joe, then Paul, followed by the aunts, yawned hugely, said their goodnights, and wandered off to bed. Shortly after that, the babes finished feeding. We burped, changed, and put them in fresh jammies. Diane and Riekie each took a babe, I wrapped an arm around Carol's waist, and the four of us, with our babies, headed upstairs to our own beds. It had been a long and exciting day for all of us.

While my women folk tucked the infants into their crib, I went into our room and lit the candles. Presently the air was filled with the soft scent of vanilla. My self-appointed task completed, I rejoined my wives in the nursery to kiss the whiffets good night. The little darlings stretched and smiled, but never woke from their deep slumber. I stepped behind Carol and slipped my arms around her while Diane and Riekie snuggled into me with their arms wrapped through mine. I kissed each of them tenderly as we enjoyed one of our favourite evening pastimes — watching our children sleep.

Breaking from our reverie over the babies, we turned to enter our own room. We paused to look in on the older children and once more became enraptured watching our progeny slumber in all their wonderful innocence. Carol broke our almost reverent silence. She whispered so we could barely hear, "It doesn't get much better than this, does it? First the babies and now these guys? Mom, I hope you can see this."

Riekie hugged her sister tightly. "Oh, Baby, I know she does. Can't you feel the peace and serenity in the old house tonight?"

After we all changed into our robes, we went to use the bathroom, and found that even though Paul and his wives had gone up earlier, they managed to keep the upstairs bathroom tied up. Riekie and Diane needed bladder relief, so we all trooped back down to the old bathroom dressed just in our bathrobes.

The girls made quick use of the toilet, each quickly washing up and brushing their teeth to get ready for bed. Carol and I each took a quick turn to perform our nightly toilette. We were heavily involved in a fantastic group hug and grope, when from the top of the stairs a voice called out merrily, "That's enough of that! You kids get to bed — your own bed!" Of course, it was one of the aunts having fun with us, but the voice sounded eerily like Dolly...

Nevertheless, we reluctantly broke our torrid four-way embrace (Yeah! I know ... How do four people get in a torrid clinch? Try it — you might like it... ), and holding hands, we headed back upstairs to our room, the girls giggling sillily all the way. Entering our room, the warm yellow glow of the candles and their delightful vanilla scent mixed with that of the flowers, greeted us with a warm welcome. As I closed the door, three sets of warm hands began sensuously disrobing me...

I returned the favour, helping them all off with their bathrobes. As I slipped Carol's off her succulent shoulders, I took her into my arms and before I kissed her sweetly, I wrinkled my nose, licked my lips and grinned lecherously.

Carol noted my evil grin and raised an eyebrow. "Whut?"

"Oh ... not much ... it's just that something in here smells good enough to eat ... in fact, three somethings ... or is that three someones... ? <evil laugh>"

Carol's already happy visage lit up even more in surprised delight as she had something of an epiphany of her own. "David! What a wonderful idea!!"

"Huh? What idea? I was just teasin'..." I could see that Riekie and Diane were as mystified as me.

"Yeah, but it's also a wonderful idea — this is the anniversary of the first time you and I ever got really intimate. So ... what did we do that day?"

"Ah, lemme see..." I feigned struggling with memory and pantomimed looking up something in a Day Planner. "Hmmm. The whole family went to town to shop or something. I know, poor Bob got dragooned into going to help carry the bags as usual <this earned me a cuff for speaking ill of shopping>. Riekie went to try her driving test for her licence, and you and I were left home to baby-sit your little brothers. After they woke up, we took them down to the beach and had a grand time." I deliberately left out mention of our activities on the couch that day — I suspected where she was going, but wanted her to say it.

That merited a sharp dig with an elbow to ribs. "I didn't ask for our whole schedule for that day, Smartass. What'd we do while everyone was away and the boys were sound asleep?"

"Duh! We played with each other."

"Ooooh! Yer gonna get such a swat! You are making this just so hard! How did we play?"

I feigned a light coming on suddenly. "Oh! Tha-a-a-t's what you want! OK! I went down on you for the first time ever, and you did the same to me. It was really good, too! Even if I do say so myself, I think I acquitted myself very handily that day." I blew on my nails and polished them on my shoulder in the universal show of comic braggadocio.

"Well, at least ya remember somthin'! Did we do anythin' else?" She was starting to sound more than a little miffed with my playful obtuseness.

I dropped the shit-head act and started playing it straight — I didn't want to lose the mood of the day or denigrate the importance of the anniversary and her memory of it — after all, it was one of my sweetest memories as well. I pulled Carol to me and kissed her sweetly. "Sweetheart, you trusted me so much that day, all we did was explore and play with each other with our hands and mouths. Sorry to be such a dick-weed. I'm just teasing. We discovered so much about each other that day that formed the cornerstones of not only our relationship, but also that with our wives as they came along. That day was truly a pivotal point in our lives. Now what is the idea I so generously gave you?"

Carol's anger faded as suddenly as it appeared. She kissed me again. "I've been waiting five weeks to have you make love with me again, but I want to wait at least another day before we do the nasty. Today, I just want to do oral, just like that other Friday before the Holiday, kinda as a celebration. Whaddaya think?"

I laughed and squeezed her tight. "Sounds like a plan to me, Baby." I pulled the other two close. "We don't want to leave you two out, but let's let Baby have first go because it is HER anniversary, OK?"

Riekie and Diane cuddled closer to us and kissed us both tenderly as the meaning of Carol's and my conversation sunk in. Together, they spoke, "We wouldn't have it any other way, Lover. We can wait." They became very interested observers as they watched me with their sister-wife. Carol seemed to swoon as I lovingly guided her back toward the bed. As her legs encountered the side of the bed, her knees unlocked and I eased her down onto it. Beside us, I felt the bed give as the other two joined us.

Separating from me briefly, Carol scooted back onto the bed until her head was on the pillow. Her stunning legs akimbo, she opened her arms and beckoned me back to her. "David? Love me with your mouth like you did that first time."

I crawled alongside of her, then leaned into her invitation and kissed her sweetly, then my mouth and hands recreated their original epic journey toward her throat and places south. Sensing we were in a world of our own, Diane and Riekie clung to each other and watched in utter fascination.

I started with Carol's mouth, but not with a full soul-searing French kiss. Instead, I nibbled at her full lips, and chewed gently on her bottom lip. My right hand wandered her body, caressing gently from her navel up and over and around. Teasing past a breast, lightly stroking the underbreast, then up over those perfect mounds, my palm lightly brushed the nipples. Back down over her tummy, down to just the top of her tight curls, then back up her flank, I drew my hand up, and caressed her gorgeous tittie from the side, lightly tickling. She flinched a bit, then moaned and sighed softly.

"Mmm ... mmm ... that always feels s-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-od ... You always did know what I like ... mmm ... oooo ... mmm." Beside us, Riekie and Diane sighed and moaned empathically with Carol, but were otherwise content to just watch quietly.

My mouth was all over Carol's face. I lightly kissed her eyes, her forehead and the tip of her nose. Little pecks on her lips, teasing, she reached for a deeper kiss. I paused long enough to suck her mouth and taste tongue. Her breath was so sweet. Teasing, nipping, I moved to her left ear, kissing lightly. I nibbled her dainty earlobe and breathed in her ear, sending shivers through her frame. I rose up, kissing lightly back across her eyes, those beautiful blue orbs that captured my soul so long ago. My lips descended to her right ear. I nibbled her earlobe, breathed on her ear, inserted my tongue in the opening and blew gently. She shivered violently. Gasped.

"Ah! Yes!"

My hand had not been idle — one would not want to be accused of having the devil's playthings ... It wandered the curves and softness of her succulent flesh. Found her left breast, squeezing, massaging. I tweaked her nipple. A spasm rocked her. I drifted my hand to her right breast. As I squeezed, it erected to firmer fullness. Tweaking that nipple caused another spasm to rock her. Her hands at the back of my head suddenly gripped and relaxed in my hair. I gave that nipple another little tweak.

Carol's hand slapped down on the mattress and she exclaimed, "Oh shit! Ah!"

My mouth drifted down from her ear toward her carotid. I blew a gentle raspberry. She stiffened in shocked delight. I worked across the base of her throat, kissing, licking, nibbling. I blew another soft raspberry on that side. Again, she stiffened.

"Fuck, David!! O-o-o"

My lips worked lower. From massaging her right breast, I moved to the left and squeezed its ripe fullness. I felt it swell against my palm. Her nipple quickened and started to leak. I tweaked it. A shock! I did it again! Another shock! Her hips were pumping now. She moaned continuously.

"O-o-o-o-o-oooo-ooo-ooo ... so-o-o-o g-oo-oo-oo-d ... o-o-o-o-o..."

My hand moved downward, caressing in figures, into her navel. I dipped a finger into her navel. Carol arched. I swirled my finger in her navel as my lips made it to her beautiful pink-tipped mounds. Both luscious mammaries were now engorged and leaking their precious fluid. I suckled one, then the other, nipping at the nipples, savouring the sweet taste of her milk, sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. Carol's arms pounded the bed, fists clenching and unclenching. Her head rocked form side to side. Forfeiting the sweet delight of her milk, I kissed the tender under side of her breasts.

My finger worked a little more magic in her cute little belly button. It gently made a quick stab inward. Her back arched suddenly. My lips once again found her breasts, my tongue circling first one areola then the other. I orbited in and flicked the nipple with my tongue, tasting her delicious baby nectar. More shocks raced through her body. Her whole body shook and vibrated, hips gyrating madly. Her breathing came short, fast.

"<gasp> <pant> <pant> <gasp> David!"

I teased her breasts and nipples some more, sucking up even more of her sweetness. I moved my body farther down hers, kneeling. Both hands free, now my right hand moved away from her sweet navel, wandering toward her left breast. My left hand joined the attack and moved onto her flank. I trailed the fingers lightly, teasing up her ribs toward her right breast. Both hands now stroked and caressed her flanks, moving, fluttering toward her breasts. My lips nibbled southward toward her navel. She squirmed and gasped, her moans rising to one continuous wail.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aa-a-aa-a-a--a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaa--aa—aaaaa-a..."

As my hands found their luscious quarry, my lips descended onto her delectable belly button. I squeezed her breasts simultaneously, as I tried to suck her soul right out through her centre. I kneaded her breasts almost mercilessly, her milk flowing freely, soaking her upper body.

Carol's body went wild, hips thrashing, arms flailing. My fingers grasped her nipples, pinching, twisting. My tongue stabbed into her natal hole. Her whole body arched, shock waves coursing through her as the assault on her nipples continued. Then ... my lips pursed as I got a firmer pinch grip on her nipples. Her body rocked quite violently now, hips pumping. Suddenly, I blew a huge, sloppy noisy raspberry into her navel. At the same time I pulled and twisted her nipples. The resulting explosion was dramatic! She yelped. She thrashed. Her knees jerked up in spasm, then her legs convulsed out straight. Her heels drummed the mattress as her hands clenched into the sheet. Her arms locked. Her back arched, lifting and locking her hips off the bed. She screamed.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!!"

As the largest of the spasms faded, she started to curse as only Carol could, or was it supplication?

"Jeeeeeeeesuuuuusss! M-maaarrryyy! M-m-oth-th-th-er-er o-o-o-ff G-o-o-o-od-dd-! F-f-f-u-u-u-l-l-l o-o-f-f-Grr-a-a-a-c-c-c-e!!"

She was raised a good Catholic girl. I think she had another religious experience!

"Nice language, M'lady. Tone it down a bit. I have sensitive ears." I think if she'd been able, she'd have BOXED those sensitive ears.

I heard tittering from beside us and looked over to see our wives still clinging to each other, but grinning at our playful exchange. I winked at our audience and nodded for them to join us. I kissed Carol gently and began to work her down a bit from her high with little love pecks all around her abdomen. As her abdominal muscles rippled and spasmed, my kisses soothed them. She relaxed, but aftershocks were still causing her to jerk and tremble.

I had long since released her overstressed nipples, but then Riekie and Diane moved over to us and took up positions at her lovely milk-filled boobies. I gently stroked and kneaded her breasts, soothing, working lower along her flanks, massaging, relaxing tight muscles. The girls each took a succulent nipple in their mouths and gently, lovingly suckled, relieving the pressure on Carol's milk-stressed orbs. I continued my loving, soothing caresses as Diane and Riekie gently nursed.

My caresses and the girls' nursing worked their calming magic. As her hips stopped jerking, and slowed to a gentle pumping motion, Carol started to coo. "Oo-oo-ooo-ooo-ooo, that's s-o-o-oo-o n-i-i-i-ce. Oh David, every time you do me like this, you do something a little different, and it just gets more intense."

<chuckle><evil grin> "Like I've said before, Honey — you ain't seen NUTHIN' yet!"

"I-I'm almost afraid." She giggled delightedly just the same, and from beside us, quiet groans of complaint as I waved them away.

"Let the games continue..." Carol shuddered as I laughed my most evil laugh. "Broo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"



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Chapter 105


Diane and Riekie each reluctantly released the nipple they were suckling, and moved back to their positions as observers. With the milk pressure on her swollen breasts thus temporarily relieved, I started winding Carol up again. I moved back up her body, trailing kisses up and over her tummy, across her breasts, teasing and tasting her milk-swollen nipples, and finally to her engorged lips, placing little love kisses there. She was still breathing a little hard, still up a bit, right where I wanted to keep her, not letting her all the way down. My lips locked onto hers. We started gently, but she was soon insistent, her body starting to writhe. She tried to suck the tongue out of my head — oh no you don't — you asked me to do it my way. <grin>.

I broke the kiss, gently. My mouth quickly worked south, again briefly tasting the delightful baby sauce from her lovely pink nips on the way past, just enough to elicit small gasps and shocks, gently winding her up, my right hand already exploring.

My lips continued their southward trek. I paused briefly at her navel, tasting, probing it with my tongue. Her back arched slightly. My hand traveled farther south, brushing lightly through those wonderful auburn curls, tickling a bit, causing her to shudder. It moved down, not quite to the top of her slit, rotating slightly, with a little pressure on her mons. It halted, teasingly close to her slit. My little finger touched, ever so lightly, at the very apex. Her hips came up, reaching for it. Carol moaned plaintively, wanting it. I teased — the hand moved to the side, fingertips lightly tracing down the top of her thigh. She shuddered again.

I shifted my position, my mouth traversing below her navel. My lips met and brushed her lovely thicket. I inhaled her scent — fresh, clean with a tantalizing hint of arousal. My hand traced back up her thigh, her body shuddering, brushing my own face, as it came to the apex, without touching. Then it trailed, fingertip light down her right thigh to her knee, then back up, slightly more to the inside, back toward her apex. Again it turned just short, and trailed back down the inside of her left thigh. My Love moaned softly and instinctively spread her legs wider.

I buried my face in her succulent curls — the texture and scent an overpowering aphrodisiac. My hands continued their teasing, roving up and down her thighs. Her silky thighs parted even more as I slid my hand up the right, past the vee onto her muff, and slowly, teasingly, back down her left. Just below her nether lips, I stopped, then slid it between her thighs and turned it ninety degrees. This sweet woman I had loved for so long once again got my primal message and spread her fabulous gams wide. I flipped myself between her now lewdly spread legs, both hands on her hips, my weight supported on my elbows. From her beautiful brown bush I kissed back up ... up to her navel, kissing side to side. Her hands came to my head, started pushing me down. I resisted moving too quickly. She moaned, hips pumping.

I glanced briefly toward the other pair. Arms wrapped about each other, Diane and Riekie appeared to be mesmerized into immobility. I was somewhat puzzled — they had seen me give Carol oral sex before, especially since the birth of the twins, but there must have been something extra special in the air tonight for them to be so fascinated without doing anything themselves except to watch and occasionally suckle at Carol's milk-distended nipples, and then only on my invitation.

Shaking my head at this apparent incongruity, I resumed my tasty endeavors. Gradually, nuzzling, blowing raspberries all over Carol's luscious flesh, my mouth worked lower, onto her tasty thicket of soft brown curls, moving ever downward, her hand pushing me lower, her hips pumping. My lower lip dropped over the precipice of her mons and I nuzzled into the top of her slit, my mouth working lower into her sweet divide. She spread her legs even farther, drew her knees up and let them fall outward in total surrender, now utterly open to me. I took a few seconds just to gaze at the wonder so willingly, eagerly displayed for me. I glanced upward. She rose on her elbows so she could look down and we smiled at each other.

Ever curious of my reactions and observations, Carol the exhibitionist asked, "What's the view like down there?"

"There's only one way to describe it, and at the risk of overusing a phrase, what I see is purely fan-fucking-tastic! Sorry to delay the action, but I just have to stare in wonder for a bit longer. You three are so beautiful —— I just can't get enough of simply looking when I'm up-close-and-personal like this."

She smiled sweetly at our wives, who still seemed strangely silent and disinclined to actively participate. "Princess and Muffin are prettier there."

"Yeah, but not by much." Carol wasn't fishing for a compliment. She knew exactly what she said and what my reply would be. She simply stated a mutually agreed fact, and I agreed, but softened it a little for the conditions.

I looked closer again, so I was now gazing straight into Heaven's door. A short five weeks after childbirth, and no visible (to me) evidence of stretching or other damage — she looked and smelled as edible as the first time I ever beheld her glorious sex. Carol's lips were a lovely coral pink, slightly parted, the inner lips protruding out slightly past. More delicate in texture, they were a similar shade, only darker. I could just barely see her clit sticking out near the top, almost out of its hood. It was pink too, but a much hotter, stimulated shade. She was glistening with her juice, wet down into the divide of those luscious buttocks. Her towel showed some dampness and everywhere, the deliciously musky scent of her sex and heat.

Back to the business of pleasure — I got more comfortable. I slid down more onto the bed between her legs, bringing my arms down under her thighs, and wrapping them around her legs so my hands were resting on the silky softness of her furry muffin. I inhaled ... Ah! The aroma of woman — my woman — in heat! So intoxicating!! I brought my hands down toward her furrow, and gently pried her slit open with my thumbs. Her clit popped out of its hood, hot and erect. I flicked it with a thumb. She lurched, bounced, and yelped.

"Fuck!"

I moved forward, pushed my tongue out to its full length, and very deliberately licked from the bottom of her labia to the top, forcing them to part. Her labia opened like the petals of an exotic flower. The taste was simply superb — exquisite to the nth degree. As always, she tasted sweet and fresh! Carol squirmed, forcing me to hold her in place so I could continue. I licked again, this time from the bottom all the way to her clit. The reaction was shocking! She spasmed, and a small amount of fluid sprayed out of her now completely wet vaginal opening. I licked again and the inner lips opened completely.

Oh what a beautiful sight! There before me, were the Gates of Paradise, her tunnel pulsing, almost breathing. Through this enchanted portal our sweet young twins entered the world! Did anyone ever have such a wondrous entryway prepared for them? Unable to resist longer, I pressed my face up tight, and stuck my tongue as far up her channel as I could get, my nose rubbing the bottom of her clit. She went orbital, her hips bucking and churning, thighs clenching around my head!

"OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH!!"

Inspired by her reactions, I started tongue fucking her savoury hole. My nose, rubbing through her upper labia, and bumping her clit, set her off. Trying for just a vaginal orgasm, I dropped my chin, relieving the pressure on her clit, pulled my tongue back and literally suck-kissed her vaginal opening. For my efforts, I got a mouth full of her juice. Delicious! I also got a strangled scream out of her...

"A-a-a-a-gh-gh-gh!"

As usual, this girl had more raw nerves than an open wound! Her hips thrashed and pumped. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled me tighter into her sopping depths. My tongue worked back into her hole. I swirled it round and round, in and out, in and out — just my lips and tongue working her vagina. Feeling her orgasm continuing to build, I sped up my tongue fucking. Her hips worked faster and harder and I hung on for dear life. I felt her build to a crescendo, uttering inarticulate groaning sounds, increasing in pitch and volume.

My tongue worked her faster and deeper. She kept building, her hips raised off the bed. I felt her getting close to the edge. I pulled my tongue back, feeling her still build with that outstroke. I stabbed my tongue back in — hard! She bucked and flailed, still not quite there...

Again, I pulled my tongue back, sucking in a pulsing motion with my whole mouth then launched my tongue once more, probing deep within her. She was almost there!

I pulled my tongue back one more time then plunged it straight in, swirled it around, then rapid in and out. I loosened the suction of my lips, and blew a raspberry. Already excited to the extreme, Carol's jets lit and she went beyond orbital! Her hips launched off the bed, jamming her pussy hard into my face. Her vagina pulsed, contracting and releasing. Her hips dropped to the bed. I worked with my tongue; her hips came back up hard, and stayed up. Her thighs clenched around my head, holding me. Her vagina squirted. I sucked up her nectar as fast as she shot. And she screamed — to my ears, once more an angel sang...

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD!!!

Carol bucked and churned, hands pounding the mattress, her thighs still locked on my head so tight it was difficult to breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out from lack of air, she relaxed and I was able to get my head back far enough to breath. It meant pulling off her vaginal opening. She was still squirting!

As she relaxed, she was wide open. I dropped my tongue to the bottom of her furrow, pressed my face in a little tighter, and moving my head, licked straight up with the full width of my tongue, right up to and over her clit. She rocked and convulsed again. As my tongue got to her clit, I teased and licked gently around the area, stimulating, but not directly — maintaining a level of arousal without sending her crashing over the top. I shifted my right arm back between her thighs and gently inserted my right index finger, pad upward, facing toward her clit, into her tunnel. Oh! So warm! So moist! She was extremely slick with her secretions, then I felt her tighten as her Kegel-trained muscles felt the intruder, gripping and massaging it.

Ever so gently, I moved my finger in and out, feeling, searching ... There! In about the depth of the second knuckle, I felt it — a rougher patch about the size of a nickel. Carol convulsed and shuddered as I touched the bundle of nerves directly. Carol thought she had learned something powerful when she read about and demonstrated prostate massage. Now ... she was going to experience something I read about recently — something almost guaranteed to bring on mind-shattering orgasms — the storied g-spot.

Having found her fabled g-spot, I began gently tapping and stroking that super-sensitive bundle of nerves. Carol's reaction was instantaneous and dramatic. She gasped, choked on a scream and her hips began churning so violently, I was almost literally hanging on for dear life. I continued tapping and teasing that marvelous spot, taking her ever higher. Several times Carol begged for release, but as she neared the top, I slowed down, keeping her from the pinnacle, forcing her to recover a little, then took her back up. Her hips heaved and thrashed as she gasped, groaned and grunted incoherently. I did this several times, all the while licking and teasing the area of her clit in sync with my ministrations to that special bundle of nerves. Carol was in the highest state of arousal I'd ever seen her, totally oblivious of anything except the continuously building pleasure explosion in her abdomen and pussy. I heard empathic gasps and groans emanating from nearby as Diane and Riekie occasionally mind-linked with her.

Finally, simultaneously, I moved my tongue to direct stimulation of her clitty, applied a little pressure and licked it hard. Just as the tip of my tongue passed over, I flicked it hard, then fluttered it against her clit and GROWLED as my fingers tapped and strobed her g-spot. Suddenly overcome by blinding waves of pleasure and release, poor Carol launched straight up off the bed, the orgasmic spasms hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side. Her heels drummed the bed. And she screamed and screamed and screamed!

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!! ... OGODOGODOGODOGOD!! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!"

I looked down. Her vagina squirted about six inches, and kept squirting! My Girls were all squirters to varying degrees, and almost always squirted at least some on every orgasm, but Carol! Oh my! She hadn't fired her watery barrage like this since our original wedding night! The distance it reached reduced with the violence of her spasms, which kept rocking her body. Just when it seemed she was done, another one would rock her, and she'd squirt again. I just lay there and enjoyed the show. Her breathing was laboured, gasping for breath. I glanced to Diane and Riekie. They clung tightly to each other as if holding against a gale, their mouths open in shock and awe.

Curious, and yes, I am a bastard, I know ... I blew gently directly on her clit in a long continuous fine airflow. Carol started to buck and thrash again, grunting hard and her vagina squirted and squirted!

"UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH!!"

With this last 'little' stimulation to her overwrought nerves, Carol's eyes rolled upward, showing only the whites and she was reduced to gibbering wreckage as her sister-wives watched in stunned disbelief. I still can't quite grasp how she managed to hold onto a shred of consciousness.

Finally, not wanting to wear her out completely, I let her wind down. Her eyes rolled back down out of her head, but remained unfocused and unseeing with a 'thousand-yard stare'. Her breathing came in gulps and gasps as her hips and body still jerked in aftershock. Occasional jolts passed the full length of her body as she gradually settled down.

As Carol gradually returned to some semblance of functional awareness, I checked her out — her marvelous muffin was wet and matted; the inside of her thighs was sopping; her towel was completely soaked through to the sheet beneath; and the sheet itself was damp — thank the Goddess for mattress covers. Her knees were drawn up, bent, folded to the outside, her whole pussy fully exposed, and it was gorgeous. The spasms and shock waves passed gradually away and she was able to relax her legs.

Carol was at last able to speak. "H-H-HOLY F-F-F-UCK B-B-BATMAN!!"

"Are you OK?"

"I ... I ... think so ... that was so-o-o-o intense! I-I d-didn't think it was ever gonna s-stop! Goddess, David!! It's al-always good, but it has never been quite as good as that very first time... until now. Th-this was simply mind-blowing! I guess you weren't k-kidding when you said I ain't seen nuthin yet! What ... what in the world did you DO to me?"

"Happy Anniversary, Baby. Happy Anniversary! Ever hear of the g-spot?" She nodded affirmatively, but indicating a level of disbelief in its erogenous efficacy. "Thought it was a myth, eh? Not anymore... ! Believe it ... it really exists, and you just got a little payback for that finger up the butt trick you pulled on me a couple months ago. I think I read about it in the same book you found your little surprise."

I looked around conspiratorially, stroking and twisting the ends of an imaginary long handlebar mustache á la Dick Dastardly. "<sinister chuckle> Now ... didn't I say I thought I smelled THREE someones good enough to eat? There must be two more around here somewhere ... hee, hee, hee, heeee..."

From the other side of a slowly recovering and still babbling Carol, I heard gasps and nervous giggles.

"Awright, M'ladies ... who's next? I promise to be nice ... Broohahahaha..."

There were some soft protests of trepidation, but once reassured I would take it easy with them because of their 'delicate' condition, before long the other two cuddled up and presented themselves for some oral stimulation. Soon I was alternately face-deep in two more sweet, succulent, squirting snatches. Nirvana! I teased each of them with a g-spot orgasm, but in deference to their advanced pregnancies, not nearly to the extent of what I had done to Carol. Both were wound up tighter than nine-day clocks already from observing and to some extent empathically experiencing Carol's moments of extreme ecstasy. It didn't take very long at all before both Diane and Riekie were shattering windows three concessions away with their screams of completion and soaking their towels with their own copious emissions.

Soon my two pregnant wives were fully sated orally, and reduced to babbling themselves. I quietly slid out of bed, careful not to disturb my sated sybarites, donned my robe and slipped into the bathroom. I quickly washed my face and beard of pussy juice, prepared some warm washcloths and retrieved three fresh towels from the linen closet.

When I returned to our room, My Girls were still lolling in a post-orgasmic stupor, only marginally aware of their surroundings. I straddled a still addled Carol and tenderly cleaned her breasts and thighs of her drying fluids. Despite my and the other girls' best efforts to consume them, she had still leaked furiously, especially her milk. Her luscious boobies were a sticky mess, and she should be as fresh as possible for the babes' next feeding. My gentle, loving ministrations to her helped bring Carol around. Soon she was fully aware, but still languorous.

I rolled her to the side as I replaced her soaked towel for a fresh one, then as I rolled her back, I bent and kissed her sweetly. "Rest awhile, Baby. The others need a little TLC with a washcloth too. I love you."

Carol smiled as she returned my kiss then whispered, "Mmmmm! I feel so-o-o-o goo-ood! I love you so much, David! Look after my sisters, then I think I might be ready for a little love revenge..." She reached for my lips, kissed me sweetly, then pushed me toward our bedmates

With Carol's gentle shove, I recovered my position between Riekie and Diane who were both still out of it. Soon, with the judicious and tender application of tongue and washcloth, I had both of these dazzling damsels as fresh as I could possibly get them. A somewhat recovered Carol helped me roll each so I could replace their wet towels with fresh. My cleanup duties performed, I lay back between my pregnant wives and relaxed.

As I lay between the exhausted and spent Diane and Riekie, my erection lying untended along my belly, Carol recovered more fully and soon was eager to return to the fray. True to her stated plan for the evening, her attention became totally focused on the long hard object that projected from my groin...

Thus, Carol, now fully recovered, moved between my legs. Her soft, warm hands traced enticingly up my thighs, followed by her moist breath and lips, alternately kissing and nipping the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs until she reached the ultimate object of her attention. Her lips slowly engulfing the head of my now almost painfully hard appendage, Carol began one of her classic blowjobs. She kissed my penis with a little more suction, her tongue working into the slit, lapping up my pre-cum and swallowing it greedily.

Carol proceeded to lick and suck me expertly, taking me near the top, then backing me down. She wouldn't let me come, but knew enough not to get me 'blue ball' hurting either. What Carol was doing to me now was pure, unmitigated pleasure torture, and I loved it — payback's a bitch, eh? The other two watched languorously as Carol expertly manipulated my swollen cock, licking their lips in anticipation as their awareness gradually returned.

As she played and sucked and licked, Carol talked to Rascal, her Sweet Prince, telling him what a wonderful penis he was. My hand found its way between her legs from behind. She willingly parted her knees to allow the access, and I began absently strumming her clit and fingering her tight hole. Her juices flowed wetly down her thighs as she paid homage to my cock. Carol kept her ministrations going, but my hand in her pussy started her rising toward a climax. She didn't want me to come, so she just hung on while I worked her up again. Soon her hips were pumping and gyrating as she worked herself back against my hand, forcing my finger deeper into her. Suddenly she bolted upright, her pelvis jerked hard and she yelped.

"David! Oh, David!"

Carol's orgasmic exclamation was the final catalyst to complete Diane and Riekie's restoration to full awareness At Carol's outburst, they got all dreamy as the full realization sunk in. Both leaned into Carol and kissed her tenderly., then turned to me, and kissed me with full abandon. I felt my toes curl. My penis, somewhat deflated by inattention as Carol came, stiffened in her hand, as much from the stimulation of their hot, hungry kisses, as Carol's stroking, which had become more insistent as their kisses deepened. We broke the kiss with a gasp, and they all regarded my now swollen staff with open lust. Carol leaned over and spoke to it for all of them.

"Glad to see you're still awake, Pretty Thing! They said it's my anniversary, and you're the prize! Wanna play?"

Carol leaned in closer. I felt her hot breath on my crotch. She held her gentle grip on my tumescence, laid her pretty head in my lap, and began to lick and kiss every inch of my genitals as if I was covered in our usual mess of fluids. She licked and kissed me completely clean. Her attentions had a very desirable effect. My cock got stiffer and harder as she worked me sensuously. At last she took me in her mouth, and sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow. She got a rhythm going with her hand and mouth, sliding up and down. She couldn't take the full length in her mouth, but what she did felt absolutely marvelous!

Riekie and Diane got down close, and watched, licking their lips. I'm sure that they got as much pleasure out of watching Carol on her anniversary day, as they would if they'd been doing these things themselves. I could feel their breath on my skin as they intently observed Carol giving me an expert blowjob.

Carol started to work me harder. Her movements became more rapid. My hips started to pump. I knew I was coming soon. Carol sensed it, slowed down a bit, took a pinching grip at the base of my throbbing cock, and I felt some of the pressure ease (that woman read about more than just how to massage a prostate, methinks!). She sensed it too, looked up at me, lifted off for a second, winked, and gave me a thoroughly evil grin. Then her mouth descended back onto my hardness, and she started in again, working me up ever higher. She kept doing this, taking me near the peak then easing me back down a bit. Each successive peak was higher, the sense of pressure greater — the explosion, when it came, would be memorable...

Riekie and Diane could no longer stand just to watch. Diane leaned in, and licked and kissed my balls while Carol worked my engorged shaft. Riekie descended upon my nipples, sucking and nipping, amazing me at how sensitive my own nipples were to titillation. Riekie raised herself to my lips, kissed me sweetly, then by way of my nipples and belly button (Yep! Payback IS a bitch, ain't it?), she joined the other two as they ministered to my cock and balls.

Carol maintained her steady sucking, licking, and teasing of my steely shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact with me as much as possible, further stimulating me as I looked into her cerulean depths. I know it's an old saw that whenever a guy gets it from his woman, 'My cock was the hardest I've ever known', or words to that effect, but this episode certainly qualified as one of the times I was harder than I could ever remember. Having three gorgeous women that love you to the ends of time giving you a triple header simply has got to be one of the most stimulating experiences imaginable.

With Riekie and Diane sharing duty licking my balls, and Carol giving me the most expert and titillating ever blowjob, I was soon ready to blow a complete gasket. I thought my whole body was about to explode! They all sensed it. Their licking and sucking became almost frantic. They each had a hand in their own pussies, frigging themselves. Watching the whole drama unfold, I was driven almost to madness. My hips were pumping, fucking into Carol's hot, wet mouth. I looked back and forth, watching them frig themselves.

As I neared that last crest, blood pounding in my ears, my temples throbbing, those three vixens maneuvered in such a way they had their hands up someone else, and started frigging each other, hardly missing a stroke! This was too much for me and my balls started to erupt. I felt my hot jism coursing, rushing up from my balls under tremendous pressure, through my cock, and exploding in squirt after squirt after squirt. I roared my release.

"I-I-I-M-M CU-U-U-U-UU-UM-MM-I-I-ING!"

Riekie, Diane and Carol redoubled their efforts, licking and sucking to maximize my release. They all came with me, fingering each other off. On the first squirt, Carol lifted her head off, and watched it shoot into the air, landing back on my belly and thighs. She deftly recaptured it on the second squirt, and greedily sucked down almost every drop I produced. How Carol managed such control when her hips were writhing in her own orgasm is beyond me. I'm definitely convinced some of her antecedents hailed from Krypton...

My spend was prodigious! I may have come more and harder at other times in my life, but I simply cannot recall when. Although, to be fair and honest, with these three horny, almost insatiable nymphs, every time I came seemed like the hardest and most voluminous ever. Superlatives start to run out when I recall the wild and free sex I have had with them. I squirted a good five or six times. Carol kept me in her mouth, those marvelous eyes watching me, as I came and came, and then came some more. She swallowed as fast as she could, and she did get most of it, but some inevitably leaked out the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her beautiful bounteous boobies.

Riekie and Diane didn't have to control the spitting, spurting, sperm spritzer of an erupting cock while they came, and thus they were able to fully let themselves go into their orgasms. Their bodies shook and quaked. They settled down some, and licked all my spilled seed from my body like a pair of kittens lapping up cream. As they licked up my sperm, making something of a production of it with exaggerated licks, and soulful glances into my eyes, their bodies would spasm, hips jerking, wetting themselves pretty good in the process.

Carol's hips spasmed and jerked as she sucked me dry. I saw her inner thighs gleaming with her own wetness. I lay back, then, and relaxed. Diane leaned over to Carol and kissed her hotly. As they broke, I saw Diane smile delightedly, lick her lips and swallow! Carol had shared my cum with her through that kiss! Riekie then saw the little bit of cum dribbling from the corners of Carol's mouth, and kissed it all off, opening her mouth and sharing that with Carol. Too much! My senses staggered as I lay there, almost in a fugue.

Presently, we heard a noise over the baby monitor. We all made to get up, but Carol pushed us all back onto the bed. "I can do it by myself! They don't sound wet, so I can feed them myself for once. You three rest, then why don't you ladies see if you can show David what we've all learned? <giggle>"

Carol quietly crawled out of bed, slipped on her robe, and disappeared out the door. Soon we heard her voice over the baby monitor as she cooed lovingly to Katelyn and Benjie. I lay back and relaxed, basking in the love of the two women with me and listening contentedly to the sounds of mother and babies as she suckled them. In truth, after that last stupendous explosion of semen, I was not in the greatest shape to be helping Carol with the babies anyway. At one point, I probably would have been hard pressed to remember my own name, let alone anything else...

I dozed off, but my rest was to be short-lived, though. Presently, I awoke to warmth and wetness at my groin. From the sounds coming through the baby monitor, Carol would soon be finished feeding and changing the twins. I must have napped longer than it seemed. I looked down, and saw two heads — one blonde, one brunette — as Diane and Riekie busily licked and sucked me back to full erection. They sucked and licked and kissed, alternating between them which had my shaft in her mouth and which was playing with my balls, making a game of it.

I lay back and simply enjoyed the extreme pleasure of having two horny females giving me an incredible blowjob. Riekie had always, from her very first time, given expert head, taking to it like a duck to water. Diane's first blowjob was relatively recent, but like her wife, she was a 'natural', and now gave truly excellent head. Now I had the two of them working my member expertly. I noticed as they sucked and licked on me, they each had a hand busy in their hot little snatches.

I wasn't long building toward wanting — needing — release. As their lips, tongues and hands teased and stimulated my throbbing joint, the sensations grew more intense, and my hips started pumping. My balls lifted and tightened to the base of my cock as I felt that familiar bittersweet pain of release building in my temples. They sensed the approaching explosion, backed off, pinching the base of my swollen penis, delaying it, then took me even higher.

They repeated this sweet torture several times, taking me almost to release, then easing off until I was almost screaming for relief. Together they jacked and stroked the shaft while the two of them licked and sucked on the knob. In the end, having two tongues flicking around and in the slit was too much tactile sensation, producing the inevitable flooding result. As my own orgasm approached, the jerking of their hips from their own hands became more frantic.

Just as I thought I was about to explode, one of them inserted a finger in my anus, found the walnut-sized gland, and gently massaged. It was like an electric shock! My whole body convulsed, and suddenly my balls heaved and spewed. My cock swelled and hardened even more in their hot grasp as it erupted, squirting gob after gob of thick, creamy white semen into their eager mouths.

Because neither could form a tight seal, much plastered their faces. As I spewed out my wet load, their own orgasms exploded on them, but they never missed a beat, moaning their pleasure as I shot into their mouths. My hips slowed and the squirting dwindled to just an ooze from the tip. Like kittens lapping cream, they licked the pearly drops of spilled semen from each other's faces completely clean. They exchanged a hot kiss, and I saw them pass my seed between them, then they each turned to me, opened their mouths and showed me the pool of white on their tongues. Then they rejoined in a sensual soul kiss, and each made exaggerated swallowing motions! Too much!

I thought my previous orgasm was mind-wrenching! Huh! This time, I reached sensory overload, and passed out! I felt my eyes roll up into my head. Everything went white, then black ... Next thing I know, I'm swimming up out of a warm black darkness, open my eyes and three gorgeous sets of eyes — brilliant azure, deep sapphire, sensual brown — were regarding me with some concern and a great deal of love. Carol must have returned while I was out of it. Man! What an incredible experience!

They all bent to my sated penis and sucked and licked anything they could from my wilting member then kissed each other passionately and crawled up beside me, bringing the covers with them and snuggled in tight in their spaces for tonight — Riekie to my right, Carol to my left, and Diane cuddled to her left. I kissed each of them sweetly, tasting myself on their lips. My Girls cuddled around me, settling in for the night — relaxed, loving each other, and experiencing that soft post-coital afterglow that true lovers enjoy (Hey! A good line is worth repeating — many times, if it's as good as this one!).

With my wives snuggled in, I lay there, gradually recovering from my orgasmic fainting spell.

As I drifted back to reality, I pondered yet again just how it came to be that ALL these wonderful creatures owned my soul. Now, I know you're asking yourself — after all this time, how many times do you have to kick this particular can around before you get the answer through your obviously all-too-thick head? After all, angst, especially of the teenage variety, which this was a vestige of, might be OK for awhile, but enough is enough, already. Right? Right...



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Chapter 106


Still, at the risk of chasing my own tail so close I got my head firmly stuck up my own ass like some paranoid teenager angsting ( I know, probably not a real word, but it expresses my thought so elegantly... ) in circles over love and life, I pursued this line of thought further. I thought something was trying to do one or all of several things — tell me something; prepare me for something; or show me something. Whatever it was, I had to resolve it to my complete satisfaction once and for all. And ... there was another niggling question I had to lay to rest — I had grudgingly recognized and admitted what I had felt for Kit all those years ago, but even now, and after much soul-searching and discussion with Carol and Riekie, for some reason I still felt guilty about it. Maybe this was the Power or the Goddess telling me to forget that guilt, to fully and openly accept that I had indeed loved Kit, and to not be so reticent with my memories of her, which were, with the exception of her death and funeral, all pleasant, happy ones.

So ... yet again here I go round the mulberry bush ad infinitum in search of my own behind — I had always described Carol Anne as the other half of my soul — she made me complete. With the other two, at some point I had realized that I also felt the same depth of emotion for them. How was it though, that I did feel the same toward Riekie, and my little elf, Diane as I had always felt for Carol? Once before, in a profound moment of clarity (after another mind-blowing blowjob — any connection? Hmmm ... maybe Carlos Castenada should have been exploring the mind-altering effects of oral sex rather than the potentially damaging ones of peyote... ) I had realized that my soul was probably infinite. Half of infinity was still infinity, therefore I could feel the same infinite love for two women, and I was not complete without either. That particular epiphany had allowed me to develop my original relationship with Carol and Riekie without any pangs of conscience. The fly in that ointment was my overly strict interpretation of how important we were to each other, and that, perforce, was partially responsible for the big breakup.

This past September, in a momentary flash of insight, I realized a corollary to that epiphany, which allowed my infinite soul to love three, and possibly even more people equally. This had permitted me — us — to bind with Diane in our current relationship — a relationship that seemed incredibly strong, vibrant, and healthy, even to an inverse optimist like me. Tonight, again in startling clarity, I knew that what I sensed in September was indeed TRUE — I could have as many True Loves at once or over the course of a lifetime as circumstance allowed. Currently I loved four, counting lost Kit. Nothing — except opportunity — kept me from loving more. It followed naturally that of necessity the same applied equally to all my lovers. Also, it was time and past to admit fully and openly, without guilt of any kind, my love for Kit, and fully revere her memory, allowing her to rest in peace.

I also realized that it was quite possible, even probable, that any one of us — me — or one of the wives — or possibly all or some combination of us — might someday meet another woman, and bind her to us. Allow me my chauvinism and very male prejudice against other males in the relationship — I am not the least bit bi, and I have absolutely zero interest in sharing my females with another male, à-la the alpha male of a wolf pack. The wolf pack analogy comes to mind because of My Girls' penchant for howling when they have been successfully bred. We did not have to deliberately seek out another mate like we felt I had to for Diane, but it was possible and maybe even probable, that in our travels, we could very likely meet another soulmate. I say 'we' because the bonds that tied the four of us together meant that if any one of us met another soulmate, then she would be that to all of us. Life could get even more complicated at some point in the future — complicated, yes, but also VERY interesting. Consequently, I think once again I had a rather happy and enigmatic smile plastered on my gob as I regained consciousness.

As I have noted previously, such moments of cosmic insight are rare, and leave the person who experiences them subtly changed. Someone sensitive to that person can sense the change. My Girls sensed the subtle difference in me — and of course my enigmatic smile didn't twig them at all, did it? Yeah, right ... They exchanged glances then Diane asked if I was OK.

"Yes, My Little Muffin Elf, I'm fine. I'm more than fine. Why?"

"You seem a little different — not in a bad way, just different, like you love us even more than before. How can I sense something like that?"

Riekie piped up before I could answer Diane. "Yeah! I noticed it too. David, did you have another Cosmic Moment when you fainted?"

"Yes, Princess, I think so. When I came to, I saw all of you looking at me. As I regained my wits, I once again found myself pondering how it could be that all of you own my soul equally. I've told each of you at one time or another — and meant it — that you are the other half of my soul, that you make me complete.

"So how can this be? At the risk of becoming an insufferable bore by repeating myself once every twenty years or so, a soul can't have four halves — one for each of you, and one for me. In another of those startling moments of clarity, I realized that my soul really is infinite. Half of infinity is still infinity, therefore, I can feel the same infinite depth of love for each of you, and I am not complete without any.

"It's that cosmic realization that you sense in me, Muffin. Baby, twice now you've hit me like a thunderclap. Princess, you loved me quietly until I noticed and realized I loved you too. Muffin, you loved me beyond hope and pain from the day we met. The aunts tell me Kit felt the same way and now I openly admit my love for her. I think that if any of the four of you had opened the door that first day, that person and I would have had the same experience as Carol Anne and I, and then Carol Anne would have come to me later, as each of you others did.

I realize that Muffin was only nine at the time, but I'm sure it would still have happened, and that puts what's happening with the boys and the kids in a whole 'nother and more understandable perspective! That is how closely all of us, including poor lost Kit, are entwined. Am I making any sense?"

Riekie kissed me tenderly before she spoke. "That, David, My One True Love, is exactly how I feel. As I've told you several times already, I was attracted to you since I first met you, but you were my sister's boyfriend. It wasn't until you talked to me about friendship that I realized that I truly loved you. You did hit me like a thunderclap — I just didn't recognize it. Yes, you make perfect sense, and I know that if it had been me that day, it would almost certainly have been the same. You don't know how often I wish it had been me."

Carol was silent for a moment then whispered tenderly. "Again you describe it perfectly — I love you all so much my heart feels it could burst with happiness! But ... I thought you had sorted this out long ago. What's different now?"

Diane kept her peace, listening to the rest of us kick this can around again. I marshaled my thoughts and tried to explain. "I love ALL of you the same, Baby. I love you so hard sometimes it almost hurts. I think my experience this time was to help me deal with the issue of Kit — and to finally convince me that we can all love as many people as our soulmates as circumstances permit. Despite my apparent openness, I've always felt a little guilty about my feelings toward Kit. Last fall, I thought I had laid that guilt to rest when I was able to decorate her grave and say goodbye with a kiss.

I realized I hadn't when I found it difficult to describe what I felt for her to you, Muffin, even though you accepted my feelings for her without question. As a matter of fact, you had more difficulty accepting she was your sister than as a potential lover and wife. Regardless, I think it's important for me to come to grips with it for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that here, at the cottage, I am going to be constantly reminded of her, and we will all want to talk openly of her, especially to Paul."

Diane finally spoke. "So, do you still feel guilty about Kit? You know we have never felt threatened by her or her memory. What we feel — yes, even me — is more akin to what you do — the pain of a lost love and a missed opportunity. In short, I just wish I had met my sister, and we all wish she had lived to be one of us."

"Yeah, the guilt is finally all gone, and I can feel happy when we recall memories of her. As you said so well, Muffin, what I feel now is the pain of a missed opportunity, and of course that of a lost love."

Carol yawned hugely and nuzzled into my neck. "Can we finish this another time? We're exhausted, it's been a long day, and someone will still hafta get up with the babes a little later. Let's shut it down for the night, OK?"

I grinned and tried to follow up on the opening Carol gave me. "OK, let's get some shuteye, but here's something for you all to sleep on — those possibilities you mention mean the way is now open for us to find more soulmates and therefore, wives. If the opportunity ever appears, and if I read it correctly this time, any one of the four of us, or any combination of the four of us, could find them. Sleep on that one, My Loves, and maybe we'll talk of it again sometime. There is no rush on this, but I thought it was something you should know..."

You could have bought me for a nickel and got change back when Carol smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, we already figured that out a long time ago. What took you so long? We always keep our eyes open for potential new mates. You're right, it's something we need to talk about sometime, but there's no great rush. As a matter of fact, now that we ALL know of the potential, we'll probably never have to talk about it again unless or until we meet someone who has that effect on us. I've often thought it might have happened with Karen Michelle if Robert hadn't met her first. Now let me go to sleep! Benji and Katie don't care how much sleep we've had when they wake up!"

I picked my chin off the mattress, we said our good nights, cuddled close, and quietly drifted into sleep. As I snuggled into the arms of Morpheus, I whispered, "Thank you Lady for everything. Goodnight, Kit, My Love. May the Goddess protect and guide your spirit." I swear I felt a ghostly kiss on my forehead. I thought I heard similar murmurings from either side.

My dreams that night were extremely pleasant, and featured an extremely beautiful woman of indeterminate age. I didn't recognize her, but I knew her. Strangely, in my dream state, this conundrum didn't bother me in the least.

We all slept well our first night in the cottage, and despite Carol's fears they'd wake, the twins slept right through until well past daylight. Like the good parents we were <so I brags a bit ... So what???>, when they woke, we heard them on the baby monitor. Hearing their happy cooing, we all woke instantly and rose cheerfully to face a new day. And ... no, there wasn't the usual morning grumbling or whining about staying snuggled in a cozy bed — this day, we were indeed glad to greet the new day. Sleeping in to the last possible moment is for work days. Vacations are meant to be enjoyed to the fullest — why waste precious time lying about in bed, when you could be doing it on a blanket on the beach, in a hammock, or in our case, in the hay of our special hideaway...

Carol and Diane checked on the babes while Riekie and I hit the bathroom and shower. Riekie and I had a wonderful, intimate shower, complete with some rather exhilarating and noisy oral sex ... As we left the bathroom to dress, the other two were just finishing with the twins. We stuck our heads in the door of the kids' room to get them up, but their bed was empty and they were gone, evidently having arisen well before us. I guess I'm not the only one who thinks sleeping in on vacation is a waste of time.

Once Carol and Diane had their own noisily exuberant shower and dressed, we all headed downstairs, Riekie and me each with a baby in our arms. Prepared to make breakfast as usual, it was a very pleasant surprise to discover Pie and Jo busily cooking up a huge breakfast for all of us with four chattering little girls actively assisting.

Joe and Paul, sitting at the big table drinking coffee from huge mugs, greeted us warmly as we trooped in. My senses almost overpowered by the heavenly aroma of fresh-brewed coffee, I thought I might be able to rekindle my caffeine habit, at least while I had two other men to share it with, and sure enough, after I deposited my armload of infant in its daybed and returned to the kitchen, I was extremely pleased when a beaming First Wife handed me one of those huge mugs filled with steaming, aromatic coffee. As I settled into my chair at the table, I thought it couldn't get much better than this! Note — I may have given up coffee in support of the girls withdrawing caffeine from their diet because of the babies within, but that doesn't mean I sacrificed my habit gladly...

Soon the aunts called us all to breakfast and like supper the night before, served it buffet-style. We filled our plates and found a place to sit wherever we could, but the ladies seemed to have conspired together, and we three men ended up at the main table with overflowing plates of food and our huge coffee mugs.

Just as we finished breakfast and we guys were relaxing with our last coffee before starting our day, the phone rang. Joe was closest and answered it on the third ring. Besides Mom and Dad, the boys and Joanne, nobody else knew where we were, so we figured it was probably for Joe anyway. Whoever it was, Joe was obviously glad to hear from them, and although short, his conversation was animated and happy.

When he hung up, Joe could hardly contain his grin. "That was Janet. She says she will definitely be here this weekend. Her boss wanted her to work, but she told him she had more important things to do, like bring her nieces out to see their Papa Joe and meet the wonderful people who bought the house. She said she'll be here by noon if the kids are ready when she goes to pick them up. She had actually wanted to come up last evening with my son and his wife so all of them could meet you, but my daughter-in-law said no, and only the kids could come, but not before today. She didn't give any reasons, either. Janet's more than just a little annoyed with her. Anyway, Janet and the kids will be here soon."

With the impending arrival of Janet and Joe's grandchildren, my wives and I put our plans to go out to the old barn on hold. We thought it would be rude for us to be away when our guests arrived. Besides, we had a minimum of two weeks to reacquaint ourselves with the old neighbourhood. No matter how tempting it might be to rush, there was something to be said for taking a more leisurely approach and savouring everything slowly and deliberately, like a fine wine or a gourmet meal or —— love ——.

It was a very warm day and according to the radio, it appeared we might be heading into a heat wave. Accordingly, once the breakfast cleanup was complete, we all changed into swimming suits, slathered on the sunscreen and headed for the beach. Soon we were all trooping toward the lake carrying babies, a diaper bag, and a rather large bag of new beach toys — uh — that is, the men carried, the women promenaded ... The kids squealed in delight as they scampered ahead of us and splashed noisily into the cool water.

I was delighted to see even the aunts in rather brief swimming costumes. Pie looked so hot in her clingy, colourful one-piece, it was almost impossible to tell she was a woman in her sixties and I thought she could almost have graced the cover of Sports Illustrated. Jo appeared a little embarrassed to be seen in brief swimwear and so obviously pregnant, but the lavish attention paid her by Pie, Paul, and even Joe soon relaxed her and she began to enjoy herself with the rest of us.

My Girls had no such qualms, and gleefully showed off their bodies in the briefest of suits imaginable. Diane and Riekie seemed to take particular delight in the fact their swollen breasts and bellies were on prominent display, and I felt they just might have been even happier to be completely nude, regardless of the public location.

I had already seen Carol in a bikini the day before, but I don't think any of us were prepared for the 'Wicked Weasel'-style creation she sported today! Only one word described my First Love and First Wife when she removed her cover-up, to reveal the stunning woman underneath —— WOW!! I noticed all the females present including the aunts actually lick their lips, while the guys tried to hide their — ahem — obvious pleasure at the view. I'm sure my own stunned and appreciative reaction was rather obvious, too...

We were the first people to arrive at the beach for the day, but soon the water was filled with laughing, squealing kids from most of the neighbouring cottages. As well as the women of my own household, there was a plethora of nubile young nymphets parading around in rather revealing bikinis. And ... although they were definitely attractive and very easy on the eye-holes, those young bodies still didn't compare to those of My Loves, and from the look in his eye, I saw that Paul felt the same about his own ladies. As I observed him, he would openly glance at the young stuff so wantonly displaying itself, then almost as if he was drawn by a magnet, his head would turn and he would very obviously stare for long minutes in open admiration of his lovely wives. He told me later that he had watched me behave similarly.

Joe appeared to be something of a favourite with all the kids on the beach, and was soon occupied in a sand-castle building enterprise with all the twelve-and-unders. With all the help they were able to muster, their creation soon became large and very ornate, featuring a sand-covered Joe as the centrepiece of their masterpiece. Even some of the younger of those nubile young things forgot about their nascent sexual displays and giggling like the kids they really were, joined in the construction fun.

Mid-morning, Pie and Carol had a brief whispered conference then excused themselves from the beach for awhile. When they returned, they came bearing a large picnic jug of lemonade with enough plastic cups for all, and a small picnic cooler full of 'Mr. Freezies' for all the kids. Their thoughtfulness in providing cold drinks and treats to slake the thirst of the construction crew and those of us simply dehydrating from all the effort we expended lying in the hot sun was loudly proclaimed by all.

About eleven, Joe started to fidget, and when I asked him what was wrong, he laughed, "It may seem strange to you, but I have always been able to sense when some of my family was nearby. Seeing as Jane is no longer with us, and I know my son isn't coming, that leaves Janet and the girls. I better get up and meet them, but I hate to wreck the kids' sandcastle to do it."

Rhiannon overheard us. "Papa Joe!" she scolded. "We can always build another one. You go meet our new cousins then bring them down here so they can play with us and our new friends!"

Joe and I exchanged glances and grinned. My Wives had informed Joe that he was officially part of the family and now it seemed his family, by extension, was also considered part of ours, or with typical child logic at least his grandkids were considered so by our kids ... Joe didn't need ant further admonishment, and accompanied by the appropriate sound-effects of several kids, Joe rose slowly from the sand, gradually destroying the sand works like Godzilla rising from Tokyo Bay. When he gained his feet, to the delight of the kids, Joe even flailed his arms around, roared like a giant beast, and stomped off into the mist looking for another city to destroy...

The rest of us were astounded at Joe's performance and laughed our butts off at his antics. After he left to await the imminent arrival of his family, the kids resumed playing in the sand and water under the watchful eyes of three mothers and two 'grandmothers'. Paul and I settled back under some shade trees and resumed our quiet contemplation of all the succulent female flesh displayed before our hungry eyes.

After awhile, from the direction of the house, we heard a car arrive, the slamming of car doors, and the delighted screams and laughter of young children. We also heard some adult voices, then the slamming of the porch door and quiet as Joe helped his daughter and his grandchildren carry their luggage inside and waited for them to change into beach wear. Shortly, we heard the screen door open again, then the sound of voices approaching. Our kids all got to their feet and stood together awaiting the arrival of our guests. Remembering our manners, My Wives and I also scrambled to our feet and holding hands, we started to turn to meet the new arrivals just as they stepped onto the sand.

We didn't complete the turn. We all froze, and an electric current seemed to surge through the connection of our hands. Completely mesmerized, we stood there, I'm sure with our mouths hanging open, as this vision (there's no other way to describe it, I was sure she wasn't real) materialized before us out of the brilliant sunshine. This marvelous apparition was clad in a semi-daring white bikini with a white T-shirt over-shirt covering magnificent, unbelievably firm, high breasts. Stunned, we just stared. Like the man said, it was déjà vu all over again. I could never have imagined another 'vision-in-white' appearing in my lifetime. Gradually, we regained enough composure for the four of us to look at each other in stark realization.

Incongruously, once I had fully recognized the significance of what was happening, my first coherent thought was somewhat irreverent, "Already? Shit! I just had the revelation last night? Don't I get a little bit of time to revel in my own wisdom?" Another thought came to me, whether from the Power, the Goddess, or the wives standing with me is irrelevant — what is relevant is that it most definitely was NOT my own, and was stern in its disapproval of my flippancy at such a moment. It stopped my rumination cold: "No! Deal with it!"

Then this wondrous nymphet broke the awkward silence with one of the most beautiful voices in the world. "Hello! I'm so pleased to meet all of you." I knew instantly who she was. We'd never met and hadn't been formally introduced yet, but I knew her instantly. Janet —— Janet Jasmine Carnegie, to be precise. Just like with Carol, don't ask me how I knew her full name. I just KNEW. It was instantly indelibly inscribed on my brain with three other names. I felt a hand squeeze mine and without looking, knew the others knew what I knew.

As she spoke, this charming creature held out her hand in greeting and all four of us reached for it simultaneously as in the distant background I heard Joe making his introductions. Oddly enough, given my reaction at her appearance, I heard my own voice, then those of my wives, reply in standard greeting.

I looked up from the hand I had inexplicably fixated upon and suddenly I was staring into the most startling green eyes I had ever beheld. Separated by a sweet little nose made all the more delightful by a light sprinkling of freckles, a pair of compelling orbs that held age belying her youthful appearance, were framed by a halo of luxurious deep red hair that cascaded loosely in shimmering waves to her shoulders. She was not just beautiful, she was stunning! And I was mesmerized! As our gaze locked, her expression changed as if she suddenly saw me for the first time. I felt a shock of mutual recognition, as that now-familiar current passed between us. There was a long pause, almost an eternity. I found it almost impossible to pull my gaze away from hers.

Finally, almost with a visible shake of her lovely head, she broke the gaze. Now she stammered as she continued to greet us.

"It's ... it's a ... a ... pleasure to meet you. Dad has ... has told ... told me so much about you." Still visibly shaken, Janet released my hand and turned to greet My Wives, and as I watched spellbound, damned if she didn't have the same effect on every one of them as she said hello to each. Stunned as I was, I felt privileged to actually witness that magical electrical connection between individuals that previously I had 'only' experienced directly.

The girls were the first to fully recover their equilibrium, with Diane giving Janet what had become almost her signature greeting by taking the obviously shaken young woman in her arms and laying one of her soul kisses on her. When Diane released her from that torrid embrace, poor Janet had to be supported so she wouldn't collapse. The wives gathered round her, guided her to a beach blanket, and eased her down.

Almost forgotten in the tumult of our meeting Janet, were the two little girls she brought with her. With Janet now safely seated, and My Wives fussing protectively over her, I was able to pay a little more attention to my surroundings. A stunned Joe was still standing there holding the hands of two of the sweetest little girls I had ever seen (after our own, of course... ). Unsure and shaken by Janet's apparent collapse, they clung to their grandfather's legs.

Realizing that Janet had just succumbed to Diane's welcome kiss, as he had almost done the day before, Joe soon recovered and with a grin, said. "Well, I guess y'all like Janet! At least Muffin, anyway! Anyway, David, these two lovelies are my granddaughters, Jocelyn and Josie — the J's. Jocelyn is five, and Josie is four. Josie is short for Josephine, but she doesn't like the full name, which I think will change when she gets older."

I knelt down to be closer to their level, and said. "Hi! My name is David. I'm very glad to meet you. You are very pretty, just like fairy princesses." Very quietly they responded with a shy 'Hi'. I motioned for our kids, who had been standing uncharacteristically quietly to the side, to come over. "Jocelyn and Josie, I'd like to present my daughters, Rhiannon, K.P. and J.D the twins, and Jenny. The babies are Katelyn and Benjie. Kids, please meet Jocelyn and Josie, the J's."

As they were introduced, something eerie transpired. First, Jocelyn and Josie released their death-grip on Joe's legs and shrugged off his hands holding theirs. Then all six girls faced each other, curtsied as one and in unison, politely asked, "How do you do, Princess?" I know, my wives do it, the four kids have taken it past a science, but to hear six — count 'em —six — kids who have never met before and therefore never had an opportunity to even try it, speak a complete thought in surround-sound six-speak goes beyond mind-boggling, doncha think? Almost lost in my surprise at their simul-speak was their recognition of each other as princesses. <simul-speak? Well, trying to remember how many for 'number'-speak is too difficult... >

Once formally introduced to me and each other, our kids took the new ones by the hand and led them off to join the other youngsters playing in the sand. Soon their laughter and squeals of delight mixed with the joyful racket of kids playing. Somehow none of the six thought to include Janet in their introductions, and neither did Joe or me. I think we all sensed that she was still in a state of sensory overload and needed a little time.

That being said, now that the shock of our initial meeting had dissipated somewhat, I paid closer attention to Janet. I had seen her photograph in Joe's room, and had noted her beauty then, but was still not prepared for her in person. She was surrounded by My Wives, Diane on her left, her arm almost possessively around her waist, Riekie on her right, similarly positioned, and Carol sitting behind her, with the young woman between her outstretched legs and cuddling her back against her breasts.

As she sat on the blanket with the girls busily making her feel comfortable and welcome, I made note of her features. Gorgeous, lush red hair cascading in luxurious waves to her shoulders framed a cherubic face graced with perfectly spaced brilliant green eyes, a perfectly shaped button nose sprinkled deliciously with the aforementioned freckles. One thing I did notice — she looked somewhat younger in person than in her pictures, and although I recognized her from those photos, there was also something else about her that seemed vaguely, disquietingly familiar.

She had removed her T-shirt, revealing those lusciously firm, high breasts barely contained in her brief bikini top. Sitting as she was, I could only infer what her figure actually looked like, but from what I could see, she had a slim, youthful, athletic frame with womanly hips. Her lovely legs were almost, but not quite, a match for Carol's bell-weather gams. Seated as she was, and not wishing to seem too brazen in my staring, I noted that her mons was deliciously prominent, the material of her bikini bottom seeming to bulge slightly over what I could only surmise was a plush thicket of soft red curls, assuming the carpet actually did match the drapes ... Overall, the package was... striking. She wasn't a very big girl, not as tiny as Diane, but still on the petite side, and if I hadn't already, I felt myself falling deeply, hopelessly, head-over-heels in love —— AGAIN.

Not having quite made a complete fool of myself yet, I checked on the kids, found that Pie and Jo had that well under control, and joined My Wives and Janet on the blanket. I parked myself in front of them, facing the same direction toward the water. The five of us sat quietly, not speaking, for a few minutes just watching the kids as they played, gathering our collective wits. At length, I turned around and faced them. I winked at Janet and she started a bit. Then I looked at each of the other girls, first Riekie on my left then Diane on my right, and finally First Wife Carol, in front of me and over Janet's head. I asked the question silently with my eyes and a quick indicative nod of my head. They all nodded affirmatively and then the four of us grinned hugely. Janet looked at us curiously, but still seemed somewhat dazed, oblivious to our antics.

Carol lifted her hands from where they had been curled gently under Janet's breasts and beckoned me closer, making a kissing motion with her lips as she quickly glanced downward a couple times. Now I regarded Janet directly, once again almost losing myself in those marvelously expressive green eyes. The age I saw in those eyes belied her youthful appearance. I smiled warmly at her and spoke to her for the first time since being introduced. "Janet, I'm so glad we finally met. Your dad has been such a great help to us, and you did such a marvelous job at decorating the house, it felt like home the minute we entered. Has your dad explained our special family?"

Janet tore her gaze from mine and giggled — ah! The song of an angel! "You mean did he tell me you have three wives? Oh, yes, and I was really looking forward to meeting all of you for that reason alone." She squirmed a little in Carol's embrace, as she appeared to get more comfortable, almost snuggling into the older girl.

I reached out and brushed an errant lock out of her eyes. "You are so beautiful." I almost whispered. "I know it's improvident to inquire into a lady's age, but I feel I must. In person, you look somewhat younger than your picture. How old are you, Janet?"

"You'll probably think I'm just a kid, but I've always felt that I was older than my years. I'll be twenty in November." When she told us her actual birthday was the fourteenth, I felt a chill race down my spine, and I saw both Carol and Riekie shudder at the date. November 14, 1966 — the day Kit passed away — was this angel's birthday. Was there a significance? I remembered the age I saw in her eyes and her comment about feeling older than her years and wondered.

Impulsively, I leaned forward, placed my hands gently on her shoulders and kissed Janet sweetly on the lips. The kiss soon deepened into something much stronger as our tongues came out to tentatively taste each other. I groaned deep in my throat and heard a corresponding moan from her as she wrapped her arms tightly around me. As I broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes again and with a tear in my eye, I whispered so only our group could hear. "Welcome home, Sweetheart, welcome home. We have missed you so much!"

Her own eyes moistening as she spoke, Janet whispered back, "Yes! Yes! That's it! I AM home! I always felt comfortable in this house from the first time I was here, but that wasn't quite home. Being here with all of you, now I'm HOME." She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me ferociously, then letting me go she turned and really snuggled into Carol after giving her a sweet kiss. As we all gathered around those two and group hugged, I heard Janet whispering, almost to herself, "Home! Home! I'm Home!" And ... ridiculous as it sounds, I almost expected her to click her ruby slippers together and exclaim to Aunty Em she was home...

I glanced around, and saw Joe watching us with concern. He turned to Paul and the aunts and asked them something I couldn't quite make out. I heard Pie answer loudly enough, I was sure we were intended to hear, "Yes, I have seen something like this once before, almost a year ago, when David met Carol again for the first time since their separation twenty years ago. And before you ask, yes, you will hear the full story, but I think they will want to tell it themselves.

"David's wives told you yesterday that you were family so you would eat with us and feel comfortable included in our activities. From what we just saw, I have little doubt you will be a real member of the family by the time our vacation is over, if not sooner, with a new son-in-law, three daughters-in-law that you actually like and love, and six new grandchildren." Jo nodded agreement and with a smile said something I didn't catch.

I saw Joe stiffen, but both Pie and Jo placed gently restraining hands on him. They quietly admonished him to leave us be for the time being and simply watch our interaction. Then I saw the aunts do something I never dreamed they'd do in public — they played with Joe, tackling and tickling him like kids! As they played, with Paul watching bemusedly, I heard Jo, her Dutch accent thickening in her excitement, exclaim, "Jah! Andt ve vill have a new broder!"

We broke out of our group hug as six urchins came running up squealing and giggling, their young hearts bursting with the simple joy of living that only children seem to truly feel. As they almost literally skidded to a halt in front of us, Jocelyne and Josie exclaimed, "Auntie Jan! Auntie Jan! Look! We have a whole bunch of new cousins!" Then they saw who Janet was with, and without missing a beat, dropped into a curtsy and greeted My Wives. "How do you do, Princesses?"

My Wives smiled at the two children and returned the greeting in their own simul-speak. "We are well, thank you, Princesses."

Janet looked from one to the other then laughed and said, "I don't know how they do it!"

I chuckled, "You mean the two-speak thing?"

Janet regarded me quizzically. "Yeah ... they do it all the time. Sometimes I think they can carry on a whole conversation that way."

"They prob'ly can. You ain't seen nuthin' yet, Honey! Wait'll you hear the other four do it. Oh, by the way, before they start spinning your head in circles, the biggest one is Rhiannon — she's seven and a half (we have to tell everyone we meet the 'half'). The next two are the twins, K.P.and D.J. — they're six and a half, but in the same grade at school as Rhiannon — with the same proviso on the 'half'. The youngest one is Jenny. She says she's two and a half, but I think she's a forty-year old midget munchkin professor. You'll understand if she condescends to speak to you."

The midget in question placed her hands firmly on her hips in that universal female gesture of disapprobation, regarded me very sternly and commanded, "Daddy! Behave!"

Chastened, but undaunted, I grinned at Janet. "See?"

"Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted by a munchkin, these four have been doing four-speak since Jenny learned to talk, and just a few minutes ago your dad and I heard them with Jocelyn and Josie do a six-speak!" Janet looked at me incredulously as I forged ahead with my tale. "And the capper? These three not-so-innocent-looking vagrants over here," indicating the wives, who feigned innocence, "confuse me constantly with their three-speak and completing each other's sentences."

From being incredulous, Janet giggled at my pained tone and injured expression as My Wives and the kids all put on the 'Who, me?' face.

Continuing with the injured act, I whined, "Don't you dare laugh at me, Sweetie, I bet they'll have you doing it with them before the weekend is over." Then I turned to the kids. "OK, what's this about new cousins?"

Rhiannon, the usual spokesman, glanced at Janet, then at me. I gave my head a quick negative shake. I didn't want the girl freaking out on us before she had a chance to assimilate and analyze all that she had just experienced. Smart kid! Clued right in! "Our mommies said Papa Joe was family now, and he's our new grandpa and he's their grandpa, so that makes Jocelyn and Josie our cousins, doesn't it?" Because our kids, bound by their 'no secrets' oath, could not lie, Rhiannon told the truth yet with a parent's permission, couched it in subtle misdirection.

"That was very nice of the ladies to make us all part of their family. Did you two say thank you?"

The two little ones faced each of My Wives in turn then in their two-speak stereo, said, "Thank you." Then, giggling, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the six of them joined hands and scampered back to the beach and their other new friends. As the kids ran off, Diane took Janet into a protective cuddle, replacing Carol at that oh, so onerous task...

Suddenly serious, Janet asked, "How do you know I'll be talking like they just did?"

My suddenly malfunctioning tongue refused to answer, "Um —— uh —— um..." then Diane blurted her own.

"Because you're one of us, Jaz —— because you're one of us."

Jaz? Oh yeah, Janet Jasmine. Seems Muffin hung another pet name using Janet's second name, Jasmine, from which she had derived 'Jaz'. I was pleased —— I always did like that as a nickname.

"One of you? Whaddaya mean? And why did you call me Jaz? Only my closest friends ever called me that."

I started to speak again, but Carol gave me 'the look' so I shut up and let her have the floor. "You are one of us — we all feel it — even you when you finally admit it to yourself. Didn't you feel that almost electrical shock when you first met us?"

Janet nodded, bewildered, as Diane cuddled her closer and Carol continued. "We did too. We're familiar with it and what it means, but this is neither the time nor place to fully explain it. Just let me assure you what you felt and feel is genuine, and it is returned. Diane — uh, Muffin — gives us all our pet names, except her own. So, Riekie is Princess, I'm Baby, and now you're Jaz.

"Over this weekend and the next couple of weeks, we'll get to know each other much better. Then you'll start to understand a lot on your own. Don't get me wrong — we'll explain whatever we can, but you'll still figure out quite a bit by yourself. Now, it's getting close to lunchtime. Why don't you and Muffin carry the babes up to the house while Princess and I gather up their gear? I'll feed the twins, the rest of you can get lunch ready for the mob, and we'll have a few minutes to talk. After lunch," She looked at me pointedly. "We'll all go for a walk and get better acquainted without kids interfering."

With that, they all, including Janet, did just as Carol said, gathered up the babies and cleared the beach with almost military precision, introductions to the other members of the family forgotten.



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Chapter 107


With the departure of all four of My Girls (My Girls! ... Somehow the appearance of Janet in our lives has given new life and meaning to that old song... ) — and ... Yes! I'm referring to Janet as one of mine — one would have to be incredibly dense not to have picked that up by now... <Grin> from the beach area, Paul beckoned me over to join their group. I grabbed my towel and joined them, although I wasn't sure of my reception by a still visibly tense Joe.

As I settled in, Joe sensed my trepidation and spoke first, "David, I'm not angry, just very confused. 'Tis obvious that somethin' profound, maybe even wonderfully magical, passed between my daughter and you and your wives. Still, she is me baby girl after all, and regardless of how wonderful an experience might be fer her, I will always be concerned for her well-being, especially if I don't understand the phenomenon. Can someone please help me out with what just happened? I feel I'm missin' somethin' wondrous because of my ignorance and concern fer me little girl." Joe's concern was deep enough that I caught just a hint of the brogue slipping through.

I patted Joe on the arm and as sincerely as I could, said, "Joe, I would never do anything to hurt that marvelous creature or you. During your conversations with Paul since yesterday, has he told you anything about my past or how I met My Girls?"

Paul laughed, "Sorry, David, I told him very little. Joe and I have been too busy catching up on our own histories. I think I did mention a little about your long separation, but you really didn't come into my story until the point where you reunited me with my daughter and then my own wives."

"Don't apologise Paul, I would be incredibly selfish if I expected you to tell my story before your own when you were getting reacquainted with an old and dear friend. OK, Joe, we don't have much time before my mates call us to lunch, so I'll try to give you what I call the 'Reader's Digest Condensed Version'. It all began in June, 1965..."

I gave Joe a quick recap of how I met Carol, emphasizing the 'Vision in White' part of the story because of its relevance to what he had just witnessed. I told him about our long separation and how it ended with a similar incident between Carol and me to what he saw today. I also outlined the past year, how Diane joined our knot and told him about Diane's history of abuse. Both Paul and Joe were very grim-faced at that part of the story, as they both were very familiar with the perpetrator.

I wrapped up by telling Joe, "So you see, Joe, we don't have a lot of choice in this. I'm telling you all now, what I haven't told Janet or my other mates yet, because it is still so new —— at a stroke, I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with your daughter. So are my wives, I'm sure, given their similar experience to mine. We all saw it. I'm also sure that feeling, although she may not quite comprehend or accept it just yet because of its suddenness, is reciprocated. When the time is right, and it will be soon, before the end of this month at the latest, we will propose to her, and Janet will join our Knot. Not might —— will.

"Rhiannon, and I think all the other kids as well, have Seen it. That's the real reason she told Jocelyn and Josie they were now cousins. She Saw Janet as our new wife, and when they came up to us a little while ago, I noticed she had to almost literally bite her tongue to keep from calling Janet 'Momma Janet'. <It must have taken a command from the Goddess herself to override the compulsion of Rhiannon's 'no secrets' oath.> There is a lot more to tell you about us, Joe, but we don't have the time right now, and frankly, my new mate has dibs on that information. Paul and his ladies can fill you in on everything since December, pretty much. I do want to tell you about Ben myself, though. My relationship with him was VERY special, and I want to tell you about that myself."

Joe had remained quiet through my entire discourse, but now he spoke. "Thank you for telling me all this, David. I thought what I saw, was people experiencing something like you just described. I suppose anyone else would have a hard time believing what you just described, but I actually do, because believe it or not, I have experienced something similar myself. She wasn't dressed in white like Carol or Janet, but my Jane had a very similar effect on me when I first met her. We fell in love at first sight too, and that love lasted until she passed away — in fact I still love her, if only in memory. Your and Paul's belief and demonstration that we can love more than one person deeply has given me hope that I might again someday meet another who I can love just as much, and who Jane would not only approve of, but probably love like me." Joe faltered as he described Jane and her probable reaction if he ever found another Soulmate.

Pie touched my arm to get my attention. "David, I sense you're holding something back. You can tell us."

I sighed. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this to Pie and her mates. "Pie, when I first looked into Janet's eyes, I sensed that her soul is older than her physical age, and she also seemed vaguely familiar, beyond recognizing her from her picture. When I mentioned it to her, Janet said she often felt older than her years. On a hunch, I asked her when her birthday was." I looked toward Joe and silently admonished him to hold his piece. He recognized my look and nodded slightly.

Pie prompted, "And what did she tell you?" I got the impression from a subtle change in her body language that she suspected.

"November 14, 1966 — the very day that our Kit left us, Pie — the very day!"

Jo moaned aloud as she stumbled into Joe, who quickly kept her from falling completely. Pie blanched and Paul, his own expression one of incredulous shock, had to support her as her bones seemed to briefly melt.

"Do you suppose???" she whispered.

"I don't know, Pie, but the coincidence is just too striking, especially with what happened here just now. I have no idea why or how, but I think somehow, a lost soul has been returned to her mates. I think Rhiannon and the kids know for sure, but I also think the Goddess has instructed them not to say anything, other than welcome the Carnegies into our family. Because of all the confusion and strong emotions suddenly released, you haven't been introduced to her yet, for which I apologise. When you do meet her face to face, I think you'll be able to sense if it's her or not."

Joe had been listening incredulously. "You mean you think my Janet is the reincarnation of your Kit? That's just too much for my tired old brain to process!"

"I state it only as a possibility, Joe. It's hard for me too, because it opens up a world of possibilities I don't think any of us are prepared to deal with mentally. What I am sure of, is my deep and abiding love for her, regardless of who she is or might have been. I am also sure that the Goddess is definitely at work here. What Her purpose is, only She knows, and will only reveal if and when She feels the time is right." As I spoke, I felt a familiar affirmative nudge from the Power.

Just then the young lovely under discussion approached. Either she was as partial to those little cotton summer dresses as the rest of us, or one of the wives had loaned her one. Whatever, she had changed into one with an empire waist that highlighted her high, firm breasts. It buttoned down the front like I so liked, and she wore it with a couple buttons undone allowing a tantalizing glimpse of teenage cleavage. Hey, she wouldn't be twenty until November, and last I heard, nineteen is still a teenager — and I don't wanna hear any snide remarks about perverts robbing cradles. <LECHEROUS GRIN>

Regardless, this apparition of youthful beauty, that had recently so slickly purloined four hearts, appeared absolutely radiant as she hugged and kissed her father. "Oh, Daddy! I'm so glad I decided to join you all this weekend! I'm so happy!"

Next, she moved over to me, murmured something I didn't catch, but thought I heard the word 'mate', and kissed me sweetly. Janet then nonchalantly slid her arm around my waist, cuddling comfortably close, as she announced, "Lunch will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Muffin and Princess said that should be enough time to get the kids cleaned up good enough to eat. They don't have to change out of their swim suits, because they'll probably be back down here as soon as they finish eating."

Where was the confused young woman that had allowed herself to be led by the hand to the house an hour ago? In her stead, a confident vision of teenage beauty appeared, who almost casually cuddled up to me in a way that could only be described as snuggling 'her man'. What had she and the girls talked about during the last hour? I'm sure a lot of it was the chatter of females working together as mine pumped Janet to learn more about her. Some of their chatter would be a ploy, most likely coordinated by Riekie, to make the girl comfortable and feel more at ease with the confusing emotions she was most assuredly experiencing.

As I ruminated, I remembered how quickly things had moved for Bob and Karen Michelle and how My Wives had helped Karen through the trauma of a love-at-first-sight encounter — met in the early afternoon of one day, wedded and bedded and pregnant by early morning of the next day then formally married at 9:00 AM — an 18 hour emotional whirlwind. I didn't think we'd move as quickly with Janet, but the basic emotions were in play, so only the Goddess knew how it would play out.

Joe and a pensive Paul directed their attention to rounding up our kids and sending the neighbour kids home for their own lunch. Indeed, we could hear several mothers calling their kids home. I steered Janet closer to the aunts and took the opportunity to formally introduce her to Pie and Jo.

"Janet, My Love," <She actually simpered at my use of that term.> "I want you to meet two of the most important people in our lives. The pregnant one is ————" And that was as far as I got. Janet rushed to Jo and hugged her as tightly as Jo's enlarged tummy would allow. "Momma Jo! I feel like I've known you forever!" When she finished hugging and exchanging pleasantries with Jo, she approached Pie, almost timidly, then, tears running down her cheeks, she literally threw herself into Pie's arms and cried. "Momma! Momma!" I thought Pie might faint, but she proved herself made of sterner stuff, and kept her feet. She looked at me over Janet's head and nodded once. She knew her own daughter, or at least her soul, for despite having been Kit twenty years ago this was a new person, with her own life experiences and her own bright future.

Janet regained her composure quickly and stepping back from Pie, apologised profusely to her for her emotional outburst, "Oh! I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me! It's been a really strange day for me. People I've never met before, only heard of, suddenly seem like long-lost friends and family." She glanced shyly at me and blushed prettily. "Some even seem to be old loves that I've re-found and will never let go again."

What a lovely declaration! I wonder what she really talked about with My Wives...

Pie replied, "Hush, child! You did nothing wrong. I feel a strong bond with you, too. You were just the first to show it. I would have been more upset if you had been cool and stand-offish. Now dry your eyes and let's go to lunch. I suddenly find myself starving." Indeed, Pie looked relieved and happy, the strain of the last few minutes gone and that hint of sadness that even her reunion with Paul had never been quite able to eradicate seemed gone too.

When Paul and Joe returned with half a dozen chattering magpies, Joe saw Janet and Pie together. From the way his shoulders slumped, I realized he thought he'd lost his daughter to her previous identity —— time for some quick damage control. I managed to bump Joe and steer him aside. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I squeezed reassuringly. "Joe, she's still your Janet. Her soul may have been Kit twenty years ago, but she's another person now, the one you and Jane raised, nurtured and loved. That hasn't changed —— she hasn't changed. Janet may feel an almost supernatural affinity for Pie, Jo, and Paul, because of that old connection, but it's a gut-reaction, not full-blown memories. Besides, wouldn't you want the daughter you love so much to be comfortable with and love your best friend and his wives?"

Joe smiled wanly and said sheepishly, "I guess I was overreacting, huh? Good thing you noticed, David, and set me straight before I said or did something stupid. Thanks." I said nothing, just shrugged and gave Joe's shoulder another squeeze then moved off to join the others.

After another brief hug with each of the aunts, and a more restrained introduction to Paul, Janet moved to my side, slipped an arm about me and snuggled comfortably into me as if we had always been together. It felt so-o-o goo-ood to have this young beauty curled warmly into my side, and the view down her dress, we-ell...

Still, I wondered what must be going through her mind. Hell! She had only met me an hour or so ago, a tumultuous event for both of us, and here we were arms about each other like long-time lovers. Even if the girls had told her a little about Karen and Bob, the poor dear still had to be at least just a little confused, wouldn't ya think?

Pie and Kit tied on their little cover wraps. The kids sorted out the grandparents so each adult held the hand of at least one child. Then as a group, kids chattering happily, we all moved toward the house where I saw My Wives setting up lunch on two picnic tables they had pulled together. Janet seemed to be over her emotional overload with Pie, and exchanged friendly barbs with her dad and Paul as we walked to the house.

As we approached the house, I observed to my utter surprise — Not!! — that My Wives, like the nymphet curled into my side, had changed into those lovely summer dresses, and they all, without exception, buttoned down the front, with — you guessed it — a couple buttons undone to reveal some tantalizing cleavage. Even Riekie and Diane, who had trouble finding comfortable clothes as their pregnancies advanced, had managed to find dresses that not only fit, but looked wonderful, too. Like Janet's, their dresses all sported high empire waists, accentuating their breasts, and for Diane and Riekie, at the same time allowing the full skirts to billow loosely over their distended tummies.

Once we were all gathered together, Diane bade us be quiet for a few minutes while she said a prayer of Thanksgiving to the Goddess. Her prayer closed with a warm welcome to our family for Janet, Joe, and the little girls. When we sat to table, Carol placed Janet by my left side with Diane to Janet's left and she took my right side, with Riekie on her right. The kids were all seated directly across from us. I noticed as we ate that Diane kept Janet cuddled close, and she frequently laid her head on Diane's shoulder in easy repose. Carol might be the First Wife, but from what I saw, Diane was definitely affirming her position as our mother figure.

Lunch, as usual for a meal at the Lloyd's, was a happy, noisy affair, and with the two picnic tables allowing us all to sit together, the fun just went round the table as Joe and Paul got us all involved in silly pop-up games. When the last of the food had been consumed, the women declared lunch complete, and shooed the rest of us from the table. When the kids asked about dessert, they were directed to the 'Mr. Freezie' cooler. Being consummate gentlemen we menfolk volunteered for kitchen duty and we soon had the dishes, such as they were from a picnic that used many disposables, cleaned and put away while the women relaxed over tea. Some thoughtful individual had also made a pot of coffee, which, despite the heat, was a wonderful closer to the meal for us men.

After lunch, the kids wanted to go back to the beach. Paul and Joe told me quietly they'd watch them for the afternoon if we wanted to go for a walk with Janet so we could get to know her a little better with a modicum of privacy. Pie and Jo knew what they were up to and beamed their approval at them. Similarly, those ladies said they would watch Benjie and Katelyn for the same reason. Of course, that pair chose then to wake up and demand feeding and changing — in that order too, thank you very much.

Carol grabbed Janet as her assistant, and led her off, each with a baby on their hip. While Carol fed the babes and Janet helped change them, I ran up to our room and changed from my baggies into more comfortable walking shorts, my usual summer apparel. When I returned downstairs, Diane and Riekie helped me put together a pack so we could take some drinks with us. It was indeed a very warm day, and the only reasons we seriously contemplated a walk in the afternoon heat was the shade of the trail and a fairly stiff breeze.

We were finished our little chores long before Carol and Janet finished up with the twins. I took advantage of that and slipped into Joe's end of the house to use the phone without being overheard. It didn't take me long to place my orders. I took a flier on the sizes. The one item was in stock, and they would try to have it delivered later today, as the courier they used made a Saturday run to the city near us. Diverting to the cottage would be a small matter. I offered to pay a bonus if they could do it. The other item had to be custom ordered but they would try to expedite delivery for the time I would need it.

It wasn't long before Carol and Janet returned with the twins. Together we went down to the beach area and handed them off to the tender care of Pie and Jo for the afternoon. Carol told them, "I expressed some milk and put it in the fridge. With what I expressed this morning and last night, there should be enough to feed them a couple times if we're late. We'll be back in time for supper, I think, but just in case, why don't we plan on a late supper, about seven or a little after? You two know what's planned, and the meat is set out to thaw. I'm sure these two big strong men can get it on the barbecue for you..."

Pie and Jo just laughed and told us to get going, while those 'two big strong men' took a bow and flexed their biceps. I never knew Paul could be so much fun and such a cut-up. Joe and Paul together made a formidable comic team, especially when they deliberately thickened their accents — Joe's lyrical Irish brogue and Paul's clipped Dutch with it's occasional noun/adjective juxtaposition — to work a gag. I had this irreverent wish to hear them perform their variant of 'Who's on First?' — they were certainly of an age to be familiar with the works of Abbot and Costello. I thought it would be a riot.

With everything arranged for us to be away all afternoon, we returned to the house where I shouldered our pack of drinks then we turned up the old trail. As we strolled I always had a warm, shapely body under each arm, although they kept rotating in and out on a schedule only they understood. We meandered easily along, in no rush, holding the pace down so our mothers-to-be were not stressed. Once again, I was strolling up that trail with a young beauty snuggled on either side, but this time with two more always in the wings. The two not currently under my arms usually made a point of walking several paces in front, giving me and the two with me, that marvelous view of nubile buttocks clad only in light cotton shifts to cover their shapely hips, that wonderful tik-tok motion twitching the material of their dresses enticingly. The King was indeed back!

As we strolled, for the benefit of the other two — although Diane had heard most of it the night before — Carol, Riekie and I reminisced on the various spots along the trail that held some significant memory, like 'Riekie's rock', and the glen at the turn around where we had shared so much loving and had so many heart-to-heart talks.

As we ambled along reminiscing, with Janet's questions trying to put a particular anecdote in some perspective, the anecdotes actually devolved into a linear recollection of our complete story, with different ones taking turns telling the various parts. Over the course of the entire lovely summer afternoon, we managed to relate to Janet most of our story as we walked and talked and played.

Janet was very impressed with the 'Vision-in-White' part of the story, and very obviously checked out Carol's legs when I told how she had become the yardstick by which I measured all others. Carol was visibly thrilled when Janet looked up, grinned and said, "The man was and is absolutely right about those legs. Betty Grable didn't have anything on you!" I was especially pleased that Janet not only knew who Betty Grable was, but also her claim to fame as the 'girl with the million-dollar legs'.

We got to the part of our story where the three of us were about to head to the old barn for Riekie's wedding celebration just as we reached the entrance to the tree-lined old road that led to that very same old barn. As per my instructions, Joe had deliberately left the entrance to the old road overgrown and therefore easy to miss unless you knew it was there and where to look. I stopped, hesitating and looking a question at My Wives, especially Carol and Riekie. All three of My Wives caught the hesitation, then smiled and nodded. I turned Janet to face me and cupping her cherubic face in my hands I said quietly. "Sweetheart, close your eyes. We have a surprise for you."

Janet closed her eyes tightly. Carol and Riekie each took one of her hands. Diane and I held hands and stepped through into the old roadbed. We stepped to one side and still holding hands, turned to face across the road and found ourselves looking out into one of the fields at tall grass waving gently in the afternoon breeze, a scene of almost ethereal pastoral beauty.

Diane whispered, "It was beautiful last night, but today it takes my breath away."

When we were set, I spoke quietly, hesitant to disturb the serenity of the scene. "OK."

I held the branches aside and helped them step through, Carol and Riekie guiding Janet so she wouldn't trip. They stopped just inside, with Diane and me in front and to one side, facing across the road. Carol and Riekie each slipped an arm securely around Janet's waist. As they helped Janet the last bit I turned to face them. I noticed one or two more buttons on Janet's dress had mysteriously come undone, with a lot more teenaged breast showing than before. Like Riekie before her, I thought maybe she was trying to seduce me ... And it was working...

However tempting, I couldn't go all the way with her yet — we hadn't had a chance to discuss our feelings for each other or her feelings for the girls and vice-versa. Besides, someone else had dibs on today's festivities of a carnal nature, that is, if we ever got to that part of what I hoped would happen today. Speaking of which, I now noticed that both Carol and Riekie's bodices had mysteriously come unbuttoned, revealing some delectable cleavage which caused a stirring in my pants, not that it would have taken much this day. I had been sporting major wood off and on since we first went to the beach and Carol revealed her 'Wicked Weasel' micro-kini.

When Carol and Riekie nodded to me they were ready, I whispered, barely heard over the hum of bees and the chattering of those omnipresent red squirrels, "OK, Honey, open your eyes."

From where we stood just inside the entrance, the old road immediately opened up into a tree-lined boulevard. The early afternoon sun filtering through the leaves overhead dappled the path. The path itself was soft with years of old leaves and redolent with the colours of the wildflowers Joe had sewn. The hot summer air was cooled by a hint of a breeze. Even after all the intervening years, it was still an extremely magical and romantic spot.

Janet opened her eyes, gasped, and staggered, only Carol and Riekie's firm grip around her waist keeping her on her feet. She soon recovered her balance, and with tears streaming down her face, she whispered in awe, "It's real! I have dreamt of this place so many times! It! Is! Actually! Real! Daddy told me when he was clearing the trail that there was a special spot you didn't want anyone else but him to visit. He said it was really beautiful and you only allowed true lovers to go there. He wouldn't let me go with him when he worked on the trail, so I didn't even know where to look. But ... I feel I already know this place! It's so beautiful ... so romantic!"

Then it all came out in a breathless rush as Janet moved around among the four of us reaching up and touching a face tenderly or softly squeezing a hand. "I've dreamt of this place so many times since I was little, actually as long as I can remember! There were always three other people with me that I shared a deep love with, but I could never see their faces. That is, until recently. Sometime over the winter, I can't remember when for sure, a fourth person started to appear in my dreams and I could hear kids laughing and playing. I could almost make out the faces of my dream loves, but never quite. Now I see this place and the faces of four wonderful people and I know who was in my dreams. Muffin, you were the one missing until last winter, weren't you?"

Muffin drew Janet into an embrace and before answering, kissed her tenderly on the tip of her nose, Janet being the only one of us short enough for her to do so without standing on tippy-toes. "Yes, I married David after the big split, and it was several years before I heard the story of Carol Anne and Riekie. Then I joined their knot last Christmas Eve. By that time, I'd had since September to get used to the idea, and had already fallen in love with both my wives — Carol Anne over the phone, and Riekie through a dream connection that was more real than dream.

"Oh Goddess, Doll, there is just so much to tell you, none of us know where to start and I'm sure it often sounds like we're starting a story in the middle. I think your dreams are similar, but more dream than real, because only you experienced them, unlike Riekie and I who would had the same dream at the same time. We even made love to each other in our dreams. Now I have you to love, too." Diane sealed her last comment with one of her soul kisses that left Janet panting and starry-eyed.

Carol broke the moment. "C'mon guys, we're burning daylight." Then she took off down the trail like she had that other time, skipping away from us. Janet giggled and scampered off to follow Carol. They were like children in their enthusiasm to explore and play. They helped each other climb up on one of the old stone fences that ran between the trees, and did a precarious-looking balancing act walk to the next tree.

Carol jumped down, her dress billowing up, revealing those fabulous thighs and a flash of sexy panties, which she hardly ever wore. Janet followed her off the wall, jumping higher, so as she descended, her dress billowed higher and longer, also revealing firm trim thighs and very sexy, very brief, bikini panties similar to Carol's. Carol and Janet faced each other and joining hands, swung around as if playing ring-around-the-rosie, dresses flaring, again giving us tantalizing flashes of creamy thighs and sexy panties. Riekie, Diane and I laughed at their antics, thrilled by their joie-de-vivre. Privately I observed that as her soul had transitioned from Kit to her current persona, Janet had lost none of her sense of play. I wondered if she had also retained Kit's wicked, irreverent sense of humour and her seemingly bottomless pool of jokes to relate. I hoped so.

We resumed our stroll, following the cavorting Janet and Carol. Janet stunned us all when in her joy and excitement she suddenly squealed then executed a perfect cartwheel, giving us all a wonderful look at her shapely legs and perfect bum, covered by the tiniest of lacy panties.

Carol and Janet skipped on ahead. Riekie and Diane took advantage, and snuggled into my sides as we strolled up the old trail. My arms comfortably around their bulging waists, they each laid their head on a shoulder as we walked. No matter which way I turned my head, I had a fabulous view into the top of a dress. Their nipples weren't exposed, but I could see the full curve of their swollen breasts.

I had been married to these lovely creatures for over twenty years in total, and had yet to tire of sneaking peeks at their beautiful boobies. Must be a guy thing, eh? — we can be around a woman all our adult lives, able to see her completely nude almost anytime we want, and be intimately familiar with every inch of her flesh, but let her dress so we only catch the occasional glimpse of skin, and we're trying to look down her bodice or up her skirt like a thirteen-year-old. Go figure...

Occasionally the three of us paused along the trail to admire the wild flowers while Carol and Janet poked around up ahead. Really getting into the exploration thing, Carol was showing Janet all the interesting things she had discovered all those years ago. At one of our quick stops, first Riekie, then Diane turned her face up in silent supplication. I bent my lips to each in turn and we exchanged tender lovers' kisses. Then they reached around me and kissed each other equally tenderly. It wasn't one of those torrid French jobs, but watching them still managed to get my penis stirring — again! — treacherous organ!

"Get a room!"

At the sudden intrusion of noise, the girls broke reluctantly from their magical kiss, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Riekie had stars in her blue orbs and Diane's brown ones glittered similarly. That kiss and that gaze told the whole world just how much they loved each other.

We turned toward the sound of Carol's voice. Riekie asked, "W-what?"

"I said, get a room! You guys are too hot to be doing that in public."

She then ran happily up and threw her arms around the three of us. Janet ran up with her, but hung back from the physical contact. "That was a beautiful thing to see." She kissed all of us lightly on the lips, then releasing us, turned to Janet who was watching quietly, envy, uncertainty and that 'fifth-wheel' look disturbing her lovely features.

"Don't just stand there, Girl! Get over here! You're one of us, now, and we don't want one of us to ever feel left out. You never have to ask to hug or kiss one or all of us — you just do it."

Carol slipped her left arm around Riekie, then stepped back a little to open our circle. She and Diane then held their free arms out to Janet, beckoning her into our circle. As if pulled inexorably forward by a magnet, Janet took a couple hesitant steps toward us, then with a squeal of joy, she rushed to us and joined in our group hug. We held the hug, passing light kisses around the group, with Janet a full and eager participant. Then Carol took Janet by the hand and they skipped away from us again, laughing and chattering together like a pair of kids. Riekie, Diane and I resumed our stroll, following the cavorting pair.

At the halfway point I remembered, I called a rest because the pack was starting to cut my shoulders a bit, but mostly to give Riekie and Diane a break. There was the low spot in one of the walls, forming a natural seat. I moved to it, slipped the pack off and sat on the stones. The other two came skipping back wondering what the holdup was. I explained about the pregnant ladies needing a rest.

As I sat, Riekie and Diane just leaned on my shoulders Riekie on my right, Diane on my left. I couldn't resist. From this position, my hands easily reached below their knees. Almost absently, I raised my hands and caressed the back and inside of each girl's closer leg from below her knee up her thigh to just below her buttocks. What a rush! Feeling up two beautiful women at the same time! Their skin was incredibly smooth and almost hot to the touch. As my hands moved simultaneously up the backs of their thighs under their hemlines, fingers curved to stroke the more tender inner flesh, I felt each of them tremble as they synchronized their sensations through their empathy.

Their hands tensed and relaxed rhythmically on my shoulders as my hands worked higher under their dresses. First Diane, then Riekie, shifted her weight slightly, allowing thighs to part so my fingers could move higher. My hands retreated back down their legs, teasing, fingers trailing lightly then resumed their upward attack toward the Promised Land — times two. As my hands got to the highest point of their caress, lightly stroking against their very apex, I expected to touch panties, but to my everlasting delight discovered bare, moist flesh.

Hot damn! My Girls (My Girls!) were commando — I had wondered when I caught a glimpse of Carol's sexy undies! I stroked lightly through their slits, eliciting gasps from both. First one then the other shuddered a little and moaned softly. I ran my fingers lightly again through their now swampy creases, soaking my fingers, and gently strummed their engorged clits on the way past. I glanced at their lovely faces. Both were staring into space, biting their lower lips, panting slightly, with their hips gyrating gently.

I heard Carol and Janet returning from their forward reconnaissance. Reluctantly, I let my hands fall away from Riekie's and Diane's saturated pussies. As Carol came skipping up to us like a six-year-old, singing a happy little ditty, Janet a few steps behind, I withdrew my hands from under two dresses, very pointedly sniffed a finger of each hand, then deliberately and slowly sucked each finger clean. They skipped up to us. I was thoroughly impressed with Carol. Except for the merry twinkle in her eye, and the casual way she licked her lips, she never let on she had seen a thing. Janet, a few steps behind was blocked from view and I doubted she had seen what I did.

Under the circumstances, I had to consider Janet's sensibilities. After all, she'd only just met us, and here I was making very obvious erotic gestures and contemplating making love to at least one of my wives right in front of her. I knew I wouldn't bother Carol's exhibitionist streak in the least. Maybe the others could take her off exploring while I had my fun ... Nah! Wouldn't be fair to the others. Well, we'd just have to wing it, then.

"You guys gonna sit here all day?"

"Nope, these two are better now. Let's move on."

I stood up, stretching a bit. Riekie and Diane each rested an arm on my shoulders leaving my arms free. Carol and Janet had moved in fairly close. I slipped my arms around two supple waists and pulled them to me. I kissed each of them as tenderly as Riekie and Diane had kissed. First Carol, then in her turn, Janet melted into me. Janet's kiss was especially warm and sweet, open mouth, with just a hint of tongue. As I released her, she looked into my eyes. I looked into hers, those gorgeous green orbs that now owned my very soul. There were stars there, too.

"I love you, Janet Jasmine."

A brief hesitation and a little blush then a heartfelt, "I love you too, David."

Then she giggled, twisted gently out of my embrace and grabbing Carol's hand, ran a few steps ahead.

"C'mon lazy bones, lets get moving."

I slipped the pack back on, pulled my pregnant lovers closer, gave each a small, tender kiss, and followed after the lead pair. Janet had slowed down and walked like she was in dreamland. We were all having a very good time in our own way, but I think Janet might actually have been enjoying it the most. She later told me, during one of those warm and fuzzy post-coital quiet time conversations all true lovers enjoy, she was living her dream become reality, and having the time of her young life.

I pulled up again a few minutes later. We weren't far from the old barn. Temporarily releasing Diane and Riekie, I shifted my pack on my shoulders as Carol and Janet came skipping back. I pulled Janet into my arms and kissed her very tenderly. She stiffened momentarily then responded by molding that delightful young hard-body to mine. As I released her from the kiss, and we stood gazing at each other, I asked, "Having a good time so far?"

"Mmmm-hmmm. I don't understand how it happened but David, I love you so much. We only just met a few hours ago, yet you seem to know what turns me on, even when you're not trying to. It's absolutely beautiful here."

"Glad you like it. Does that mean I can have another of those delightful kisses, or are they rationed?"

"You can have as many as you like."

"One'll do for now."

She reached her lips up to mine, and blew me away with a mix of tenderness and passion. She gave me just enough tongue to tease and incite. I had a full blown hard-on poking out the front of my shorts when we broke. She rubbed her pelvis into me playfully and giggled softly.

"Somebody liked that kiss, I think."

Still holding her gaze, I brought my left hand up to her right breast, cupped it and squeezed gently.

"I think somebody else does, too."

She gasped as I felt her oh, so firm breast quicken and harden. She made no attempt to remove my hand.

I freed Janet from my arms and reconnecting with Diane and Riekie, we resumed our journey. Presently we rounded a bend, and there before us stood the old barn, gleaming golden in the early afternoon sun, much as we'd left it that other August so long ago. Though derelict, it had a charm and beauty born of age. Even from a distance, I could see where Joe had made repairs, belying the fact that after twenty years it should have been little more than a heap of rubble on the ground.

Carol came bouncing back to us, her delectable boobies jiggling delightfully. "Looks like Joe did a super job on the barn, too. Are we stopping here?"

"Yes, My Love. This is your day today, if you want it."

Janet looked at us quizzically as Carol whooped and threw her arms around my neck. "Yes! Oh goodie! It's been too long, and this is the perfect spot!"

Janet's confusion deepened into mystification as Riekie and Diane simply exchanged knowing looks.

Instead of running off in front again, Carol moved to Riekie's free side, and they slipped an arm round each other. Diane beckoned Janet to her free side and they too slipped their arms about each other. Then, five abreast, we approached the old barn. As we got closer, we could see clearly some of the repairs Joe had made. The missing boards had been replaced, although they still looked on the weathered side — either Joe had successfully salvaged the ones lying on the ground, or he had found a source of used barn board. I suspected a little of both — Joe would salvage what he could then source out the rest. The steel missing from the roof last fall had been replaced with new, the shiny new contrasting sharply with the oxidized grey of the old. Over-all the structure looked firm and sound.

I led them around to the back, and opened the double doors that once resisted and protested loudly at being disturbed. Now they slid easily without audible complaint on their overhead tracks since Joe freed the rollers and lubed them. Arms linked, the five of us entered our hideaway.



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Chapter 108


The interior was much as we remembered, except the weather-damaged west mow was now as protected from the elements as the other. The old rotten hay had been removed, and the wooden floor left exposed, open to the dry air. The east side, where we held Riekie's wedding day and where, more recently, Carol and I had made one of the twins (most likely Benji) was still dry, the hay as sweet smelling as ever, with fresh hay spread evenly over the old. The boxes Bob had placed around to serve as tables were still there with their old lamps. Somebody, probably Joe, had been in recently and cleaned off all the accumulated dust, but it was all there. The only things missing were the blankets we'd left behind, now stored in that locked wooden box, less the one Carol and I took with us.

Riekie had gone off a short distance by herself. I heard her squeal in delight.

"Heh, Guys! C'mere and check this out!"

It was quite telling how excited she was because Riekie rarely dropped into the vernacular — except when she swore, that is ... She had found that self-same large wooden box lined with red cedar that had been used originally to store tack or other items the farmer didn't want molested by rodents. Carol and I had described it to Riekie, who was delighted to find it still in-situ. She had undone the simple lock and had raised the lid. Inside, still wrapped in plastic bags were our blankets, just as Carol and I had left them last fall. Riekie had removed one and was holding it to her cheek. I shucked the pack, moved to her, and gently cuddled her as she stood caressing the blanket, lost in her memories.

As Riekie drifted off into her memories, she shivered and leaned back into me as if absorbing my body heat despite the heat of the summer afternoon. Carol directed her attention to Janet and Diane and started to tell them the story of the barn, with Riekie surfacing from her reverie occasionally to interject pertinent facts and anecdotes. Between them they told most of our tale — from their perspective — from the time we initially entered the old road that first summer until they were forced to leave it all behind the summer of the breakup.

By the time Carol's tale neared the present, Riekie had a faraway look as she absently stroked the blanket she held through its plastic covering, remembering the good times she had spent here with Carol. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs of memory, she smiled faintly, returning to the present. She turned her face up to me in quiet supplication and I replied with a gentle, loving kiss. Slipping her hand inside the plastic to feel the wool blanket, she said. "Well, if we're gonna spend the rest of the afternoon here, let's get these spread out. C'mon girls, gimme a hand."

Thus, with a new sense of purpose, the four of them quickly collected the blankets from the box. In short order they had them spread out covering the hay. While the girls quickly sorted and spread out the blankets, I retrieved my pack and set it by the box Carol always used as the 'kitchen' area. I opened it up to discover an inner insulated picnic bag that contained the drinks themselves. The girls had packed a variety of soft drinks, including 'my' root beer, and also a small box of straws. Impressed as always with My Girls' (My Girls!) ability to quickly adapt and prepare for an outing, I asked each person their preference than set out enough canned drinks for five.

Satisfied with the preparations, Riekie again took charge. She guided me to a spot I recalled as being close to where I had sat for lunch on her wedding day. Then she guided a bemused Carol to a place by my right side. As she sank down into her patented Indian style, Carol's dress hiked wa-ay up her luscious thighs. I caught a flash of lacy white panties in her crotch. She glanced down and giggled, drawing my attention closer. The thin material glistened with a wet spot, and a few stray auburn curls peeked out around the edges above the gusset, her prominent mons made more so by the obvious cushion of her luxuriant bush. I licked my lips in appreciation and anticipation. Totally unconcerned, she squirmed to get comfy, causing her dress to rise even higher. I slid my arm around her and she leaned into me, contented and almost purring. I reached over with my free hand and tilted her chin up to steal a quick, soft kiss. She returned it tenderly, but, from the quick flick of a tongue between my lips, there was also a hint of deeper passion to come.

Riekie arranged the other two girls across from us, making it obvious that Carol and I were the main — ahem — attraction? — today. She seated Diane, who needed the help of both Riekie and Janet to lower her mobility-challenged body to the hay, first. I say 'mobility-challenged' because although she could walk without difficulty aside from needing frequent rests, Diane's hugely distended tummy challenged her flexibility. With her diminutive stature, and unable to bend, Diane was at a distinct disadvantage when trying to get any lower than a normal chair seat. Once down though, Diane was able to find a comfy position with her legs crossed like Carol's. Her dress rode 'way up her sweet thighs, revealing her juicy treasure, crowned by that pretty brown muff I was so intimately familiar with. Her delightful pussy winked pinkly at me whenever she shifted her position even a little. The tent in my pants that I had been sporting off and on all day became even more noticeable...

With Diane safely seated, Riekie similarly maneuvered her heavily gravid body into a spot to the right of Diane, leaving a space between them just big enough for a body to fit into. Before she sat, Riekie asked Janet to serve the drinks. A little less mobility-challenged than Diane, Riekie needed only a steadying hand from Janet and a shoulder of Diane's to lean on to be seated. As she sat, she wantonly assisted her dress to hike up her thighs, revealing her own moist treasure box crowned by that delightful blonde muff I loved so much to bury my face in. Like that of her sister-wife, the most beautiful pussy in the world — as attested to by myself and two others of special note — winked pinkly at me whenever she moved. Oh the humanity! Pussies flashing me in stereovision! The puissant protrusion already producing a pointed prominence in my pants puffed up to almost painful proportions.

Janet served everyone their cold drink, ensuring that all the ladies had a straw. With everyone finally served a cold drink, Janet handed her own to Riekie to hold then settled into the space between Riekie and Diane, gracefully lowering herself into what I believe is the 'lotus' position similar to the Indian or tailor style favoured by Carol. I couldn't help myself. I stared, fascinated and amazed, from across the blanket, at Janet, her thighs open and brazenly showing her very tiny, very sexy, bit of white lace, her dress shamelessly hiked up her thighs. Even across the room I could see the soft swell of a healthy bush enhancing the prominent bulge of her mons. Janet accepted her drink back from Riekie then smiled warmly at her, as unconcerned as the rest at revealing her treasure. Drink in hand, Janet took a small sip through the straw, glanced down, saw how exposed she was, and blushed prettily but did nothing to reduce her blatant exposure.

Thirsty from our walk, we finished our drinks as we talked and chatted. Janet wanted to know more of our history, and we obliged, regaling her with more of our story. Gradually, piece-meal, we managed to bring her pretty well up to date. Like everyone else who heard it, she was strongly moved and marveled at our enduring love.

When they had finished their drinks and tossed the cans behind them, Diane slipped her right arm around Janet. As she looked her way when she felt the touch, Diane bent her lips to Janet and kissed her. From my vantage point, I could tell Diane had slipped Janet some tongue and it had been very well received. As they broke the kiss, Riekie, not to be outdone, slipped her left arm around the young beauty, attracting her attention, and she also kissed Janet passionately, her tongue very obviously welcomed by Janet. When those two broke their kiss, both Diane and Riekie cuddled close to Janet, making her the very delectable filling in a pulchritude sandwich.

Turned on by the sight of all that feminine allure and their actions, Carol and I quickly finished our own drinks, disposed of the cans, and soon became lost in a torrid clench of our own as I slid my right arm around her shoulder. I leaned her back as my face came close to hers. Carol fell back against the hay, my face pressed to hers, beginning a very passionate kiss. I teased her lips with my tongue, and she melted, participating more in her own seduction. Well into it now, she got that old familiar tongue sucking magic going, and I thought my head would explode. As I continued the kiss, my left hand found her right breast. I cupped and squeezed. Her eyes flew open and she broke the kiss.

"Are ya gonna go for the gold even with an audience, David?"

"Yes, Dear, I think so."

"Goodie! I'm gonna like this part! It's been so long, I wanna get you in me as quick as I can!"

I heard a derisive snort from somewhere across the blanket.

As we moved our lips closer to resume our passionate smooch, Carol whispered so only I could hear. "I thought you might be too shy until you knew her better."

"I was a little worried about what she'd think, but when I saw the way she sat down then kissed the others, I threw caution to the wind. 'Sides, you girls have been winding me up all day with skin shows. I'm 'bout ready to pop."

Just as our lips rejoined Carol moaned her agreement, "Uuuuuhmmnn! You think you're about to pop! You haven't had to wait almost three months!"

I resumed our passionate kiss, continuing to fondle her milk-swollen breast through her dress. I moved my hand to her buttons and slowly undid them. As her bodice fell open, I slid my hand onto her breast, feeling the heat of her flesh. Carol's right breast quickened and hardened almost instantly and I felt the hard point of her nipple against my palm. I tweaked it with my fingers. She gasped. I moved my hand to her left breast and did the same. She gasped again. Both breasts were now fully erect, leaking her precious milk. I moved in closer, flicked her distended nipple with my tongue and tasted again her delicious baby nectar. Her entire frame shook and vibrated as shocks rattled through her. Hips pumping madly, Carol gasped for air, her chest heaving.

"<gasp> <gasp> <pant> <gasp> Oh-oh, David! <Gasp> <Gasp>"

I continued to tease her breasts and nipples, inhaling even more of her sweetness. She squirmed and gasped, her moans rising to a continuous wail.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aa-a-aa-a-a--a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaa--aa—aaaaa-a..."

As my hands found their luscious quarry, I squeezed her breasts simultaneously, kneading them almost mercilessly, her milk flowing freely, soaking her upper body. I looked to Carol's face. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, she was almost panting from exertion and desire. Her hands loosely twined in my hair, holding me to her breast. I tongued the areola, and took a mischievous nip at her nipple. Baby jumped and gasped. Her hands pressed me tighter to her breast. I sucked and chewed, savouring her sweet milk. Shockwaves rolled through her body as I tweaked her right nipple again. She shuddered. I freed my right arm from beneath her, rising up a bit, so I could get both hands working her breasts and soon had her gasping and moaning in pleasure.

As I tweaked both nipples and massaged both breasts, her whole body started to convulse. Her moaning grew louder and more continuous; her hips churned. I teased those magnificent mammaries, my lips caressing her throat, ears, eyes, and the tip of her nose. Her moans deepened, her head rocking from side to side, her hips thrusting with a violent rhythm. She started to gasp, her hips bucking feverishly as she neared her culmination. Suddenly I squeezed both breasts firmly. Carol arched her back, thrusting them into my hands. I took a nipple between the fingers of each hand, pinched and pulled. Her hips lurched suddenly upward then slammed down. She gasped and yelled. She came, hard and loud, milk squirting from her tortured nipples.

"OH! OH! David!"

Wracked by several spasms, Carol's body gradually started to wind down, the occasional shudder still rocking her. I kissed her tenderly, which soon turned hot and demanding again as we tried to suck each other's souls from our bodies. Carol got that damn tongue-suck action going again, almost sucking out my brain <arguably not much there to suck out... >, thereby causing further inflation of my already raging tumescence.

Mouth still fastened to mine, Carol dropped her hands, quickly undoing my fly and the fastener of my shorts. Without any preamble or foreplay, she roughly shoved my shorts over my hips, reached inside, and almost jerked my rampant rod out in her haste to expose me to her need. Carol flung her legs completely open, knees drawn up and flopped apart and very insistently, almost roughly, pulled me between her legs, holding my member captive with a firm grip of both hands to direct me and let me know exactly who was really in control.

She released her death grip on my phallus with one hand then I thought I heard the sound of ripping material as she jerked the gusset of her panties aside. Carol grunted in complaint, "Huh! Now I remember why I never wear the damn things! When did I forget 'Paratus!'?" And when did she start using my lines?

Briefly brought aware of my surroundings by Carol's use of my Regimental motto, I glanced over to Janet, who was watching intently, totally enthralled, cuddled between an equally absorbed Diane and Riekie. Her lips were parted, tongue licking them repeatedly. Her breathing seemed rapid and shallow.

Directing my swollen knob under her dress Carol wiped it in her swampy slot, lubricating me with her juices and smearing my own copious pre-cum in her liquid centre. Continuing to pull me toward her by the penis, she stage-whispered. "Oh! Mrs. Pussy is so-o hungry! C'mon, Rascal, my Sweet Prince chef, I know we already had lunch, but let's show her what you cooked up for her dessert! Put him in me, NOW, David!! Pleeeese??? HURRY!!! She's so-o-o hungry-y-y-y!!!"

"Anything to please M'lady! Open wide, Mrs. Pussy! Here comes your favourite recipe — cream-filled sausage!" So it's inane, eh? D'ye not think I might have other things on me mind than to be me wittiest best when I'm about to penetrate one of the sweetest pussies that ever graced womankind? Thought not.

My proud pecker still in her grip, she steered it where she wanted. Satisfied that she had it sufficiently lined up, she released my member, while keeping her panties pulled aside with her other hand. Thus freed from her restraining hold, I thrust my hips forward in one long lunge, fully penetrating her humid heat in a single stroke.

Oh!! My!! Gawd!!

I had almost forgotten what it was like to make love with this exquisite creature! After close to three months of forced celibacy, the last six weeks of which was spent practicing her kegel exercises, Carol's primeau pussy was as tight as the first time I had the extreme privilege of entering that temple of love. To observe that her pussy was exquisitely hot, wet, and clasping would be a gross understatement — like saying a Rolls Royce is just a car. Her finely toned muscles squeezed and rippled and jerked in a symphony of sensual delight as I became lost in a paroxysm of pleasure and started to thrust mindlessly.

With a sudden yank and another tearing sound, Carol tore her hand from between us, and flung both her arms 'round my neck. "Damn things! It's commando ALL the time now, except for my period!" she gasped. "Now do me, David! Do-o-o Me-e-e-e!!" And as the lady commands, thus I obey ... I pounded my painfully hard tumescence into her receptive body as her heaving hips met me in perfect synchrony.

Carol's mouth stayed glued to mine, continuing to suck the very soul from my quaking carcass. Almost over stimulated, I pumped and thrashed into her in what was fast becoming (becoming? — it already was!!) a wild, no-holds-barred, round-house fuck. Carol's hips ground and churned against me in wild abandon, both of us completely oblivious to our surroundings or the people with us. Briefly, reminded of another such wild session, I thought I heard the rush and roar and clatter of an overworked steam engine and the scream of a whistle on a runaway train...

She was so hot and eager it took only a very short time until I felt Carol's hips grinding very rapidly into mine as she convulsed and jerked rhythmically in her passion, her thrusts timed instinctively to match mine. As the pace of our coupling increased, my own thrusts became short and rapid.

I felt the tingle start in my balls and then the beginning of that bittersweet pain in my temples as my gonads pulled up tighter to the base of my penis. We humped and fucked into each other for a few more strokes then her hips convulsed once and locked to me, her fantastically toned muscles clamping, milking, rippling, fucking me from the inside. Suddenly my balls leapt and heaved. My dick seemed to expand then jerked and spasmed within its wet, wonderful prison. I felt the end of my cock explode, as it spat gob after gob after gob of thick creamy sperm deep into her pulsing pussy.

Carol's fluids and mine mingled where we joined. With each jerk and spasm of my penis, her hips jerked and spasmed sympathetically and I felt her own hot discharge flood around the base of my cock and over my balls. She groaned loudly into my mouth as the kiss that started it continued, then with a final massive convulsion, she jerked her lips from mine and screamed in release and joy as only Carol can.

"AAAIIIEEEEEEEE! HOLY FUCK BATMAN!!! DA-A-A-A-V-V-I-I-I —!!"

Her scream cut short, Carol's eyes rolled up to show only the whites then she collapsed in a dead faint! Still erect and buried within this wonderful being, I gently rolled us to our sides. I kissed her lightly and brushed an errant lock of hair away from her mouth as I waited quietly for her to rejoin the living from her 'petit mort'.

I heard a small noise. Janet had quietly moved over close to us, and was watching us very intently, eyes smoldering. I mouthed a small kiss to her. Over her shoulder I saw Riekie and Diane locked in a torrid embrace, their dresses hiked completely to their waists, bodices completely open as they fondled each other's sweet boobies. Is this what one would call a bodice-ripper?

Janet opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She shook her head, swallowed, and tried again. In a hoarse whisper she exclaimed, "Awesome! I have never seen anything like that! So violent, yet so loving! It's a wonder the heat from you two hasn't set the hay on fire! Is she OK?" Janet indicated Carol by emulating my tender gesture of gently brushing the hair out of her face.

As Janet leaned back to give us a little space, the object of her concern drew a deep shuddering breath and her eyes fluttered open. Gazing deep into my eyes from those magical cerulean gems, Carol offered her lips for a soft kiss then whispered, "Oh, David! I love you so much! I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

As she became more aware, she sensed my hardness still filling her. She ground her hips gently into me and flexed those stupendous pussy muscles, arousing the FULL attention of her Sweet Prince — as if she didn't already have it, seeing as where he was currently parked. She giggled, sending even more thrilling tremors coursing through the Honourable Member from Swelling Balls. "Oo-oo!! Somebody's still interested, I see, or is that feel? Maybe he should wiggle around and see if there's anything left on his dessert cart — Mrs. Pussy is still horn — ah — I mean — hungry." <Giggle> Oh the sensations! Oh the humanity!

So saying, Carol wrapped her legs and arms around me and rolled us so she was on top. As she sat up to take her post position, she finally noticed Janet kneeling beside us, her eyes glittering in open adoration. She reached out to Janet and pulling her closer, kissed the blushing teenager sweetly on the lips. Giving the girl another one-armed hug, she asked as her hips started to undulate in her saddle, "Did you enjoy that, Jaz? We didn't frighten you, did we?"

Janet sighed, "No, of course you didn't scare me! How could the most beautiful thing I ever saw be frightening? Exciting? Yes! —— Frightening? I hardly think so! I hope I get to experience love like you just did someday."

Carol kissed her again then nuzzled her neck as she cooed, "Oh, I think you'll get to experience that kind of love VERY soon. It's up to you whether you recognize it when it hits you."

Janet sighed and voluntarily kissed Carol then glanced shyly at me. "Oh, I think I have, but I'm still adjusting to it."

Carol laughed, once again sending those penis-shattering tremors running through her body. "Yup! It's only a matter of time..." She flexed her muscles and her hips undulated a little more forcefully, fully re-awakening the Member from Spitting Cock Pass. "Now, Jaz, Dear, I have some rather urgent business to attend to, and a horse that needs to be broke to ride. You're welcome to watch, but please move back from the ring, it can get kinda rough ... You ready, Hoss?"

Janet actually laughed out loud and fell back, giggling. As she did, I saw her dress was hiked completely around her waist. Her panties were soaked almost to transparency, revealing that the carpet did indeed match the drapes as her luxuriant red curls showed through. I could almost see the gates to heaven below her bush as her legs gaped open. The view caused my already rampant rod to swell even more, if that was possible.

Carol sensed the surge in my staff, stuffed within her sopping quim. She followed my gaze and saw where I was looking and what had stimulated my extra response. She grinned hugely and cried out, "Ride-em cowboy!! Whaa-aa-hoo-oo-oo!!! Giddy up, Hoss! Yippee-ee-ee!!!"

Regardless of when or where we make love, My Girls (My Girls!) and I have always been able to see a little of the ridiculous in our situations, especially when making love. We have ALWAYS had fun doing what nature intended men and women to do, and have ALWAYS seen the lighter side. Ladies and gentlemen, for your reference, and titillating pleasure, I recommend to you, Riekie's train wreck...

As usual, I digress.

With a hoot and a holler, Carol was off, posting on my raging boner like she was on a runaway bronc. There would be no eight-second ride for her — she was going to make this one last. Carol bucked and thrashed, rising up on my pole until it almost popped out, then slammed back down, burying it as deeply in her clutching channel as possible. She rode me hard and commanded me to watch her as she fucked herself on me, posting frenziedly.

It was a dizzying sight, watching her milk-engorged boobies jiggle and bounce, my cock plunging in and out of her luscious furry snatch. Soon I joined her, thrusting my hips up into hers as they gyrated and pumped over me. We came together once more, my balls spitting and spewing load after load of squirming white baby-making wigglers deep into her receptive belly, filling her to overflowing again. Her pelvis drove down and back, impaling herself even farther as her pussy convulsed around my spitting cock. And once again, she screamed my name.

"DAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD!!"

Carol collapsed onto my chest and relaxed, totally spent, a sweet smile of contentment on her lovely face, Mrs. Pussy contentedly nibbling at the tip of my penis. She cuddled close for a few minutes happily humming that oldies tune (My Girl!), just vegging. At length she regained her composure and sat up on me as my dick softened and, succumbing to gravity, slipped from her with a wet sucking sound.

Then Carol pushed off me and knelt to my soft, satisfied penis. I was covered in our usual mess of fluids. She took me in her mouth and kissed, licked, and sucked, thoroughly cleaning me. Almost forgotten, Janet got down close and watched, licking her lips. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she intently observed Carol giving me an expert blowjob. However willing the spirit, the flesh was weak, and Carol, despite her best efforts was unable to coax more than a twitch out of her toy, a situation she assured the fascinated Janet was only temporary...

Shorts still hanging around my knees, I rose to kneel and pushed Carol onto her back. Kneeling between Carol's obscenely splayed thighs, I worshiped at her temple of Venus. As usual, she was a glorious mess, a mixture of sperm and her own juices trailing wetly down her thighs, white sticky semen leaking in thick gobs from her gaping vagina. I kissed her sopping mons, tasting us both. "Mmm! You're pretty messy. We better get you cleaned up a little." I gestured across the blanket, and two very pregnant ladies crawled over on their hands and knees to service their mate.

Janet stared in amazement as Riekie and Diane took turns sucking our combined juices out of Carol's sopping pussy, bringing her to several small orgasms as they did. She was even more astonished when one or the other would open her mouth to reveal a small puddle of white on her tongue then kissed the other open mouth, obviously swapping fluids with her as they exaggeratedly swallowed.

All this activity and accompanying visual stimulus finally had the intended salubrious effect upon a certain unstable part of my anatomy. That volatile appendage was soon standing at full attention. Noticing my renewed 'interest' in the proceedings just as the other two finished with her, Carol sat up, leaned over and spoke to the object of her interest. "Glad to see you're awake again, Sweet Prince! David said this is my day, just like last night was my anniversary, and you're still the prize! Wanna play?"

Carol dragooned the other two, and they hastily wrestled me onto my back, quickly and efficiently completing the removal of my shorts, shirt, and shoes. They may all be exposed, but I was completely nude.

Taking 'matters' in hand, Carol leaned in closer. I felt her hot breath on my crotch as she held her gentle grip on my erection. Laying her pretty head in my lap, she began to lick and kiss every inch of my genitals as if it was an all-day sucker (sic). She licked and kissed my tumescence and my balls completely, not missing a square millimeter of my sensitive flesh. Her attentions had the desired effect as my cock responded to her sensuous treatment, stiffening and hardening even more.

Reaching for Janet, Carol took her by the arm and pulled her nearer. In a daze, Janet allowed herself to be maneuvered close, then forgot her inhibitions as she got down close and intently scrutinized every move Carol made, her hot breath ticking my scrotum. Carol steered my cock toward Janet's mouth in invitation. Despite the obvious desire in her eyes, and the way she wetly licked her lips, Janet shook her head in refusal.

"I've never done anything like that before. All my girl friends say that sucking a man's thing is gross, but you don't make it look that way. You look like it's fun! I don't think I'm ready for that big a step yet. Can I just watch and learn, please?" She whispered.

Carol smiled as Diane placed her hand reassuringly on Janet's shoulder. "Of course, Sweetheart, you can watch all you like. Maybe these two will give you some pointers and explain what I'm doing. I taught Princess a long time ago using a cucumber, so it's her turn to pass along what we know. <Huh!? I didn't know that! Well waddaya know ... I learned something new today. I'll go to bed a little less stupid again tonight ... Wonder what else they did with that cucumber ... Stop that! They were both 'virgo intacta'... > It's a lot better to learn with the real thing, though, and a LOT more fun." <Don't I know it... >

As she explained what she was about to do, Carol took me in her mouth. Janet and the others giggled when she continued talking even with her mouth full <Ya can dress 'em up... >. She proceeded then to suck and lick my perpendicular pole in open, obvious enjoyment of felating my phallus ... She started a rhythm with her hand and mouth, sliding up and down, teasing and stimulating me to new heights of delicious delirious delight. Unable to swallow my full length, what she did do, felt absolutely stupendous!

Riekie and Diane lay down by our sides, making room for Janet to get up close and personal, as it were, and watched, licking their lips. As usual, I'm sure that they got as much pleasure out of watching Carol enjoy herself, as they would if they'd been doing it themselves. I could feel their breath on my skin as they intently observed Carol giving me an expert blowjob, commenting occasionally on her method, pointing out significant parts of my sexual anatomy for Janet's edification, Riekie's forté (I wonder why... ). All the while, they offered encouragement and valuable pointers to Janet, such that by the time I was finished, I'm sure she could easily pass an — ahem — oral exam.

Three sets of eyes watched Carol in rapt absorption as she started to work harder on my erection, her movements more rapid, the suction more intense. My hips started to pump and heave of their own volition as my gonads prepared to spew their load. I felt that familiar tension that announced my imminent eminent explosion.

Carol sensed my impending release, slowed her actions and wrapped the base of my throbbing cock in a tight, pinching grip. Suddenly, frustratingly I felt the pressure to shoot ease as that woman applied what she had learned from her reading. She sensed it too, released me from her mouth for a second, winked at the girls, and favoured me with that awful evil grin that said she was up to hellry. Then she engulfed my throbbing member in her warm wet mouth and started in again, working me up ever higher. She repeated this action several times <alright, I lost count, OK?>, taking me almost to the summit, then sliding me back down. Each successive peak was higher, the sense of pressure greater — the explosion, when it came, would be messily memorable...

No longer content to just observe, Riekie and Diane became active participants, and their commentary suffered accordingly. From this point forward, Janet would have to learn from visual cues and live demonstration rather than the informed discourse of knowledgeable observers.

Riekie shifted around so she could tongue and kiss my balls while Carol continued her ministration to my engorged shaft. Riekie slathered my scrotum with wet kisses, her busy tongue tickling and teasing me almost to distraction.

Diane slithered (well as much as a pregnant lady can slither) up my side and seized upon my nipples, pinching, sucking, nipping; yet again amazing me at the sensitivity of the male teat to titillation. Diane pulled herself up my body to my lips and laid one of those soul-searing, toe-curling tongue-suck kisses on my already frazzled libido. Then, in deliberate slo-mo she tantalizingly trailed her delicate lips and tongue down my body, over, around and through, my already sensitive nipples and belly button to join the other two as they ministered to my cock and balls.

As was her wont during oral sex, Carol kept eye contact with me the whole time, heightening my burgeoning sensations even further with the expression of love and desire so evident in the azure depths of those magnificent orbs. As she sucked, licked, and otherwise teased my rampant member, that appendage approached being as hard as I could ever remember <Yeah, yeah, I know... >. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, because this bears repeating endlessly —— having three gorgeous women that love you beyond imagination giving you a triple header simply has got to be one of the most stimulating experiences imaginable. Having them do that while another beauty hovering on the cusp of that love watches raptly goes beyond stimulating toward spiritual...

The Preggoes caressing my balls with their talented tongues, and Carol delivering the most expert and titillating blowjob possible, I was soon near critical mass. I thought my whole body was about to explode! All those subjecting me to their tender mercies sensed it and their motions subsequently became faster and faster. Through eyes clouded by impending orgasm, I noticed that each of them, including a lost-in-the-moment Janet, had a hand busy in her pussy, frantically frigging herself. Watching this whole performance unfurl almost drove me insane with lust. My hips heaving, fucking into Carol's hot, wet mouth, my eyes flicked back and forth, watching My Girls (My Girls!) get themselves off.

As I got close to the apex of experience, blood pounding furiously in my temples, those four houri's shifted themselves around until they were able to get a hand up someone else. Then they started frigging each other, barely missing a stroke as they switched! I still don't know which one did it, but someone slipped her free hand under my butt and worked a finger into my anus. I felt the penetration, then almost burst as she strummed my prostate and finally, what little control I had broke as I saw Janet, completely caught up in the excitement, lean closer and tentatively lick the base of my penis. Overload! My consciousness flickered in a mind-numbing explosion as my balls erupted, the white-hot jism blasting from my balls, out through my cock under enormous pressure, and spewing forth in squirt after squirt after squirt of hot, white cream.

Janet, totally engrossed in the moment, squealed and jumped like a frightened gazelle when I suddenly roared my release. "AAA-RRRR!! O-O-O-H GAW-AWD! I-I-I-M-M CU-U-U-U-UU-UM-MM-I-I-ING! AAAHHH SHI-I-I-IT!!!"

As my orgasm burst upon me, all four of them screamed and came together with what seemed like one scream. Recovering quickly, My Wives worked even harder, licking and sucking to maximize my release. With my first squirt, Carol pulled back and watched me shoot high into the air, the pearly drops then falling onto my belly and thighs. Showing her expertise, Carol deftly recaptured my penis before the second spurt, greedily sucking down almost every drop. How she managed to maintain such control as she writhed in her own orgasm, I have no idea. I still think she has some Kryptonite blood.

My ejaculation was phenomenal! I may have shot more and harder at other times in my life, but I simply cannot recall when, and that includes the triple-header-induced come I experienced last night! I squirted and squirted and squirted, I dunno, maybe a total of five or six times — it felt like I was wringing my guts out through my dick. I came and came and then came some more as Carol held my convulsing knob in her mouth, her marvelous eyes fixed on mine. Swallowing as fast as she could, she captured most of my offering, but some inevitably leaked out the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her beautiful bounteous boobies, mixing there with the milk she leaked earlier.

Unlike Carol, Riekie, Diane, and yes, Janet didn't have to control the jerking jet of a cock erupting jism into their waiting mouths while they came. Thus the three of them were able to fully experience the joy of their orgasms as their bodies shook and quavered.

Relaxing from her emotional high, Janet gasped in astonished delight when Diane and Riekie busied themselves licking up all my spilled seed from my body like the pair of sex kittens they were. As they made a production of licking up my semen with exaggerated licks and soulful glances into my eyes, their bodies spasmed in aftershocks, soaking themselves with their own copious discharge.

While Riekie and Diane cleaned my body with their lips and tongues, Carol sucked me dry, her hips spasming and jerking in orgasmic quakes. Her inner thighs gleamed wetly with her own fluid spending. I lay back and relaxed. Diane leaned over to Carol and kissed her hotly. As they broke, I saw Diane smile delightedly, lick her lips and swallow! Carol had shared my cum with her through that kiss!

Riekie noticed the little bit of cum dribbling from the corners of Carol's mouth, and kissed it all off. Then she kissed Janet, opening her mouth and sharing what she had licked off Carol with her. Too much! My senses reeled as I witnessed my mates inducting a new one into our fold. When she realized what Riekie had done, Janet initially jerked away with a grimace and a flash of anger in her green eyes. Then she very carefully, almost clinically, tasted the offering in her mouth. She swirled it around her palate as if savouring a fine wine. Her eyes lost their angry glow and instead lit up in delight. With a huge grin of pleasure, she pulled Riekie's face back to her and kissed her deeply, obviously sucking and licking the last of my semen from inside Riekie's mouth. Swallowing very deliberately, she bent toward Carol's breasts gleaming wetly with a mixture of semen and milk...

Eventually our lovemaking frenzy wound down, with us ending up in a loving, laughing heap. I untangled myself from my bevy of beauties and moved over to the drink cooler. I took orders from everyone, and without exception, they all accepted a cool drink. Lovemaking is hot, dry work...

I served the girls their drinks then took my position beside Carol. It felt odd to be the only one naked, but they might as well have been for all their dresses did to cover them at this point. As I sat beside Carol, the other girls gathered 'round as we formed a circle.

As we sipped our drinks, it was obvious to me we needed to finally discuss the nine hundred pound gorilla that had followed us into the barn — what we all experienced this morning when we met Janet, what she felt at the time, our actions since, and what we were going to do about it all.

I knew what I wanted, and had already set certain events in motion to work toward my goal. I was relatively certain My Wives had the same goal, and probably very close to the same agenda. The only relative unknown was Janet. That poor girl had been on an emotional roller coaster for several hours now, and it was time and past to help her sort things out. From the way we had arranged ourselves in a circle, we had all unconsciously arrived at the same conclusion.



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Chapter 109


There is no easy way to start the type of discussion we were about to have. It's not that the subject matter is distasteful, but how to approach it smoothly. It's not like a business meeting where it could be an item on the agenda. The subject, while possibly embarrassing to discuss, and delicate to approach, is inherently joyful. I mean, what could be more feel-good than talking about love, and True Love at that? I remembered when Carol and I talked about our feelings the first time and the tumultuous sense of discovery when we each learned the other felt the same way. I hoped today's chat would be as enlightening and its outcome as blissful. Ain't love grand?

The sun was westering. Although we didn't have a lot of time, I wanted to get this over and dealt with before we had to return to the cottage. Large gorillas need to be handled with care, but they must also be dealt with in a timely fashion ... To mix metaphors, I guess we'd just have to — um — wade in.

Like I said, I wasn't sure how to get things started. Diane, never one to be afraid of rushing in where angels fear to tread, got things going in her own inimitable way — she brightly, innocently, blurted, "So, Jaz! Now you've seen us fucking, whaddaya think of us now?"

The rest of us choked on our drinks, coughing and spitting up Coke and root beer. Seems we just waded in ... Hope the gorilla was taking a bath and doesn't clout us ... I mean, we just had wanton sex in front of a girl we had only met and hardly knew. What exactly, did we expect the poor dear to say? Janet blushed bright red and hid her face in her hands.

I reached with my free arm and drew her closer to me. "Don't be embarrassed, Sweetheart. <Good advice coming from a naked man?> We were all wondering how to start this conversation, and crude as it may have sounded, Muffin has actually broken the ice." I looked around the group. "Anybody care to start?" I grinned and winked at Diane. "Muffin, if you start, please try to be a little more tactful than a fire truck on Judgment Day."

Muffin, suitably chastened — Not! — cleared her throat and tried again. "I'm sorry, Jaz. I knew we all wanted to talk about how we met and what happened then, but no one quite knew where to start. So I just did what I do best — I spoke in plain language and called a spade a shovel to wake us all up. Worked, too, didn't it? <Grin> First of all, this should be David's job or Baby's as First Wife. So, David, I've done my part and kinda-sorta got the ball rolling for you..."

With the focus back on me, I again looked around the group. "Muffin's right. It is my place to start, and difficult as it seems to be to get started, it's actually a very pleasant job to tell someone you love them. Still, I feel a bit like I did that first summer when Carol Anne and I first revealed our feelings to each other. I know what I felt and feel, and I have a VERY good sense of what the rest of you felt, but there's still just that nagging little insecurity — that basic fear of rejection — that causes me to hesitate. And ... I think the rest of you are having a similar reaction.

"Baby, Princess, and Muffin — I realize you haven't been connected since sometime this morning so your simul-speak wouldn't alarm Jaz, but it's starting to get a little late so I think you all sharing your feelings <remember, their connection, while appearing telepathic is actually empathic, and works best with emotions> will get us out of here earlier. Can we avoid the surround-sound, though, and just have Baby do the talking?"

In answer, My Girls (My Girls!) all nodded, joined hands, got this almost blank look then grinned as one and to demonstrate, they spoke together. "OK, David, we're connected. Only Baby will speak for us after this, but we still reserve the right to speak as individuals, too."

"I understand. Janet, does this frighten you?"

Janet, no longer embarrassed, but apparently excited, was paying rapt attention. "Frightened? Why would I be frightened? That is so COOL! I've heard the J's do it a bit, like this morning, and you told me your wives did it too. But —— there's no comparison between being told about something and actually seeing and hearing it. Forewarned or not, that is still way neat! I'd love to be able to do that!" Diane's crude remark may have woke the family up, but My Girls setting up their empathic connection did a superior job of relaxing Janet and getting her attention — so much for alarming her.

To get us back on track, I spoke up before the girls got into a long explanation. "Ok, I'm still nervous, but here goes. Janet, I know you and I expressed our love for each other on the way here, and the girls keep insisting to you that you're one of us now. And we've all been touchie-feelie with you and generous with our kisses. But none of that does justice to what transpired earlier today — it only sorta explains the fallout and to be fair, I can't help but feel we're rushing you. Shit! You only just met us!

"Jaz..." I noticed her give me an odd, but pleased look. "I'm more comfortable calling you that now. Do you mind?" A shy smile and a negative shake of her pretty head, "Thank you. Jaz, this morning when we met, I felt something so profound it just had to be spiritual. I am compelled to tell you about it so you can maybe comprehend the true depth of my feelings for you, sudden as they may be. If I hadn't experienced something very like it a couple times already, I'd be a truly babbling idiot, more so than I already am..." Janet started to say something. I held up my hand to stop her. "Hold that thought, Honey, and let me finish.

"When you came up to me this morning to be introduced, I thought I was seeing a vision, actually another vision — a 'vision-in-white'. You've heard the story of the original 'Vision-in-White'. Well, Girl! You're another one! Needless to say, I was staggered — stunned! You were just too beautiful to be real. And when you laughed, I thought an angel sang just for me. I tried not to stare, so I focused on your hand as we shook. Then I looked up, and ended up staring anyway. The most amazing green eyes — and I was totally, forever lost in them. When our eyes met, they didn't just meet, they locked. Something incredibly powerful passed between us, some message, some electrical force!

"Oh shit, I never could explain it, and I still can't, but it was powerful. The first time I experienced that feeling with Carol Anne, I thought my world had lit up with the brightest light in the universe and this time was very little different and just like then, I knew instantly who you were, your full name. Everything! Janet Jasmine Carnegie! Joe has told us relatively little about you, other than your name is Janet, you helped him decorate the house, you're just finished school and starting a new job and he's very proud of you. I don't know how I knew the details, I just knew, and they're etched in my heart and brain forever, and I knew that I loved Janet Jasmine Carnegie. Totally. Completely. Unreservedly. The instant our eyes met I knew I was completely, hopelessly, irretrievably in love. <Where is it written that Carol has a monopoly on emotional run-on sentences?>

"I watched as you met My Wives, and was privileged to witness them experience something very similar. I watched as you seamlessly joined in with the girls when they went up to the house to prepare lunch, then again your interaction with Baby and the twins. Most importantly, I've watched you this afternoon when I wasn't — ahem — otherwise occupied. What happened here would have had most young women freaking out and running for cover. You didn't. You stayed and generally kept your cool in the midst of what can only be described as frenetic sex." I noticed Riekie jerk a bit at my words. Now what? Whatever, I continued, "Rather than get frightened or scream epithets in moral indignation, you watched and learned.

"And what do today's activities have to do with how I feel about you? I saw a young woman whom we had never met blend seamlessly into our family. I saw her maintain her composure under difficult circumstances. The more I saw, the deeper in love I fell. In short, Janet Jasmine Carnegie, today I met another Soulmate, and I never want to lose you.

"I! LOVE! YOU! Period. Full stop. I can't explain the suddenness of it, doubt if I ever will. I have experienced that lightning bolt, for lack of a better description, twice before, and saw the effects of an almost identical experience on my best friend. Ask us about that one later. They set a record, I think. Baby, can you explain what you girls felt?"

Carol sighed almost dreamily. "Our feelings were almost identical. When we met you Jaz, we were connected — we only disconnected for this afternoon — so we all experienced the same thing at the same time." Janet looked a question at her as Carol continued, "We'll try to explain how we connect some other time, although I'm sure you'll soon be part of our circle sharing in this with us and not need the explanation. We felt a bit of what David did, but he's not as deeply connected as we are. However, he did describe the experience quite well. We will just try to add our impressions. The words are mine, but they express the feelings of all three of us.

"Each of us felt that searing bolt of energy as we locked eyes with you. You looked like you felt it, too. Like David, we instantly knew who you were, you whole name, everything. Janet Jasmine Carnegie! What a pretty name! Muffin officially gave you your pet name, but we all knew it at the same time — Jaz — and we all knew it's one of David's favourites.

"We know you haven't been with us to hear some of our discussions, or more correctly, David's discourses," She stuck her tongue out at me! "On how it is that we can love more than one person as our Soulmates. He seems to have spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about it. When you consider he is Gifted with a form of the Sight, and knows things that he shouldn't, when he finally did make his pronouncement, we all listened very carefully. He's not quite Moses coming down off the mountain, but he approaches it sometimes. If you want Moses, then go see Rhiannon and the twins K.P. and D.J., now they're spooky.

"Anyway, last night David had another one of his 'Cosmic Moments' and declared we not only could love more than one person which allows the four of us to live in love and harmony, but that we can love an almost unlimited number of people equally. He described it as owning a piece of his soul. Since a soul is infinite, an infinite number of people —Soulmates — could own pieces of his soul. He also realized that it was quite possible that any one of us — him, or one of us — or possibly all of us or any combination of us — might someday meet another woman, and fall in love for the whole group.

"That's kinda neat, eh? Here we are, a family of four — a husband and three wives — and any one of us could fall in love with another person, on behalf of all of us! Seeing as David is a bit of an alpha male, and we're a little bi, we doubt very much if we'll ever bring another man into our marriage, but another woman, well ... As a complete family, we just arrived at that conclusion last night — although as we told David then, we wives have felt for some time that we would be adding more wives — but were not expecting anything at all so soon. BUT!!! Out of the Blue, here you are already!! You walked into our lives and our love this morning, and none of us will ever be the same.

"Janet Jasmine Carnegie, who we will affectionately call Jaz from now on — We! Love! You! You came to us, and now you own our very souls. <Jeez, First Wife is starting to sound like me!!>. What do you have to say? As Muffin would say, how d'ya like us now?"

Janet squeezed my arm, then sitting up straight, moved slightly away and squared her shoulders for a less casual conversation. Then she poured out her heart. "Before I get into what I — we — feel, and what we experienced, let me give you a little background —— When you first bought this place, Daddy couldn't get over just how nice you people were to him, especially with the sweetheart deal you made him. He said I just HAD to meet you."

She grinned pointedly at Carol. "He remembered you from last fall and the little display you put on for him which he thought was so innocently done by a woman totally absorbed in her love for her man, that he was not scandalized at all." Carol actually managed to blush — a real achievement considering our earlier behavior!

"Anyway, Daddy got totally into fixing the place up. I hadn't seen him so animated since before Mom got sick. He was especially concerned about the trail. He spent a lot of time on that, even though David had told him he doubted if you could make it down this year. When he heard you were coming for a vacation after all, he got really excited and got me involved in getting the house ready for you. It didn't need much, just replace a couple beds with bigger ones and finish the nursery for twins. Daddy has been so involved and alive since you folks bought this place! I was REALLY looking forward to meeting you all, just to see if the people who could motivate a broken man so much were actually real, and to thank them for giving me back my Daddy.

"I was all set to be here to meet you with Daddy when you arrived, but at work I'm the new kid and there was no way the boss, who is a bit of a bastard, was going to let me take off the Friday before a long weekend just so I could meet my father's employer. We got that sorted out last week and I changed my plans to come out after work on Friday instead. Then the boss decided that he needed someone to watch the place over the weekend after all, despite it being a Holiday weekend, and as the junior person, I was told that would be me. I politely told him I had other plans, but he kept at me about it right up until yesterday morning.

"Finally, I freaked. I told that son-of-a-bitch that I had already made my plans for the weekend, I'd already put in my forty hours plus some overtime and I most assuredly would NOT be working this weekend. Well he wasn't happy and yelled at me about being young and irresponsible — I don't know if I'll have a job when I go back Tuesday or not. The asshole must have found someone else after all, I guess, because he didn't say anything when I left work last night. <Damn! She sounds like Riekie! Must be the red hair... >

"Yesterday just wasn't my day for smooth interpersonal relations. As part of my plans to come out here for the weekend, I'd made arrangements with my brother Jack, his lovely wife, Brittany, and the kids for us all to drive out together last night after supper. Daddy said he had room for all of us and he wanted the whole family to meet you guys.

"I was just about to leave, and called over there to let them know I was on my way. Brittany informed me there was a change of plans. She and Jack would not be joining us at the cottage, and she doubted very much if she would ever come here again! One of us has slighted her somehow, but she won't say who or how. Typical! I never heard of such a paranoid person — she thinks everyone is deliberately out to insult her. What a bitch! <Did I detect a hint of venom directed toward this Brittany? I also noticed she wasn't a 'J'.>

"It took me a couple hours of arguing with her over the phone to get her to let the kids come. Even then my normally spineless brother had to find some balls and tell her in no uncertain terms that the kids would not be kept away from their grandfather regardless of what imaginary slight had been done her. I was so upset, and it was getting kinda late for the kids, even if it isn't that long of a drive, I decided to wait until this morning when the kids and I would all be fresher. I'm glad I did. I don't think last night I would have been in a very good frame of mind for the type of meeting we had today!

"And there you have it, short story made long. This morning I woke up early, feeling amazingly good considering the upheavals of the last day or so. As a matter of fact, I felt like something very special was going to happen today. Even Brittany (How did she manage to make that woman's name sound like a cuss word?) was friendly when I went to pick up the J's, and she even had them ready when she said she would. Maybe Jack should yell at her more often <Giggle>.

"The kids and I had a ball on the way out, playing silly word games, making me feel even better about the weekend. There's nothing like kids to brighten your day. When we got here, Daddy met us at the car, helped us put our stuff away, then brought us down to the beach to meet you. To be honest, while I remember almost all of what happened, it's jumbled and I'm not sure of the order, so if I get things out of whack to the way you remember, please bear with me. It's been a whirlwind of the most intense and wondrous emotions I ever felt. One thing I will say — that sense I had that something special was gonna happen today was a thousand per cent right.

"I walked down to that beach expecting to meet some very nice and very attractive people. After all, Daddy had told me how pretty you are, Carol Anne <She did it, and didn't even know she did! No one had told her Carol's full name.>, but I certainly wasn't prepared for the lightning bolt that struck me or the absolutely gorgeous people I would meet.

"As I got closer, I saw a nice looking young man obviously waiting to meet me with three very pretty — no ... beautiful — ladies standing by his side. I could see from a distance that two were very pregnant. If I hadn't known who you were before, that alone told me.

"My first impression of David was that he looked kinda cute. Without even thinking, and just listening to Daddy's introductions, I said something typically inane like 'hello, pleased to meet you' or some such as I held my hand out in greeting and was amazed to see all four people reach for my hand at the same time. I heard David reply to my greeting, I looked up from our hands and immediately found myself drowning in the most intense blue eyes I have ever seen in a man."

Janet addressed me more directly. "David, when our eyes met, I felt the same thing you say you did — this — this surge of pure energy — this lightning bolt. I didn't know for sure, because I had never felt anything even remotely like what I felt then, but I was pretty sure, that my man was standing right there in front of me. I had a funny urge to throw myself into his arms right then. <Talk about your déjà vu all over again... > I think the only thing that held me back was social propriety in the form of three beautiful women — his wives — waiting to meet me, and the fear of how they would react if I did such a thing.

"I never believed in love at first sight. I thought it was something that only happened in movies and those bodice-ripper romance novels I read when I was fourteen. I couldn't quite grasp it then, but now I know that's exactly what I felt. Later, as we sat on the blanket you winked at me. In an instant, I felt my heart melt, and in that tiny fraction of a second, that's when I finally knew for sure what I felt. I loved this man! I couldn't explain how or why, but I KNEW! I LOVED him — I loved him more than life itself. I almost fainted with that realization and jerked myself back to reality. You probably wondered why winking at me made me jump.

"Then you kissed me and said, 'Welcome home, Sweetheart, welcome home. We have missed you so much!' I knew then that not only was I deeply in love, but for some inexplicable reason, I also knew I was home. I know there's more to this part of our story, but like you, I think some explanations are best left until later. If I'm right, we have the rest of our lives for you to explain that part to me.

Janet turned back to the girls, usually addressing Carol directly, but looking occasionally to Diane and Riekie, ensuring they were aware that she was actually speaking to all of them. "As if meeting David wasn't shock enough, I turned to be introduced to you three, wondering how I was going to explain my reaction to your husband, which I was sure, being women, you had noticed. When our hands touched and our eyes met, that lightning shot through me again, only this time I felt it coursing into me from three directions. I couldn't believe it! I felt I was falling head over heels again!

"I have never really thought of myself as particularly liking girls, although occasionally a really attractive girl has aroused me. Yes, when I was just entering puberty, I had a friend that I experimented with — we taught each other how to kiss and we jerked off together, but nothing more. So here I was, falling madly in love with a married man, and almost in the same breath, I was feeling the same for his wives! Talk about confused!

"Confused or not, I actually understood what I felt for the three of you before I understood, or should I say, admitted, what I felt for David. I think one of Diane Marie's kisses will do that to a person. <Giggle> <Bingo! She did it again! She hasn't articulated that she knew these things, but she obviously does... > Anyway, when Muffin kissed me, I had absolutely no doubt how I felt about her, and I even started to pass out from the intensity. By the time I was sitting down and all three of you were cuddling me, I knew without reservation that I had just fallen in love with three women! Three of the most beautiful women I have ever seen or ever hope to see. David talks about hearing the voice of an angel. You haven't lived until you hear the whole choir. <Is eloquence a prerequisite to be a My Girl?>

"So that's what happened to me today. I felt something wonderful and magical. I don't know where this will all go. I do know that I love you guys so much! Instantly! Totally! You say I own your souls. Ha! I forfeited mine to you at the same time. I have no idea how or why, but I am not gonna fight it. Lemme say it this way —— William David Lloyd — I. Love. You ... Carol Anne Lloyd — I. Love. You ... Hendrieka Maria Lloyd — I. Love. You ... Diane Marie Lloyd — I. Love. You. " <Damn! She got them all right!> "I will love all of you until the end of time. I am yours. Do with me as you will. Please be gentle with me. I have never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. <BLUSH> <Nervous Giggle> I am still a virgin."

With the telling of her story, and her declaration of undying love, Janet collapsed into a blubbering mass of sweet female flesh. The four of us pulled her into our circle and cuddled her close. Soon her sobs ended, and she graced us with a dazzling smile. She turned from one to the other and kissed each of us deeply. I was the last to receive her torrid lip lock and almost passed out from the intensity of it. She was just as good as Diane! And that treacherous organ I thought was so sated, reared its head to look around.

Janet giggled as she felt my new erection rise against her tummy. "Somebody likes my kiss."

Carol and the girls got very stern with me. "Yes, he's just a man and can't help his reactions. But he can't have you — not yet, anyway."

Janet pulled back from me and eyed the offending appendage. "Too bad, he looks kinda pretty, but I know he belongs to you girls. I'll just take whatever love is left over. Just to be able to spend time with you is enough. If I get hugs and kisses, that's a bonus. Just to be here and share the emotion when you made love today was beyond my wildest hope or imagining. I'll be content just to bask in the glow of the love the rest of you share."

Uh, oh! Shades of Riekie when Carol and I first took Riekie to us and in our naïveté and hubris tried to impose conditions on her joining us! Carol and Riekie and I exchanged startled glances. My Wives then looked at each other, and a new voice spoke for them. Who best to deal with this particular issue, than Riekie? Her tone was a little sharp.

"Janet Jasmine — Jaz — don't you dare talk like that! We already told you we love you, and Carol Anne made a point of telling you not to be afraid to give hugs and kisses any time you feel like it. Didn't you listen to what Baby just said? She said he can't have you YET. We are going to have to spend some time educating you, I see. That you are a virgin is a very big deal to us and for all he might joke, David takes that very seriously.

"I don't know how much you know of the Old Ways and the Goddess we venerate, but the act of surrendering your maidenhead has mystical significance to us, and therefore is not done lightly. For now, you'll just have to take my word for it that none of us is in a hurry for you to lose your virginity, and you should not be in a hurry to give it up. For us, there IS a time and a season for everything, especially that. You will have to spend some time with Muffin and Rhiannon to learn more. They can explain it much better than me. If they can't, then we can call Mom and she'll help.

"However, for now, the really important issue here is your sudden bout of insecurity. I went through something similar when I first joined with Carol Anne and David. I didn't think they could ever love me as much as they loved each other, or as much as I loved them, especially what I felt for David. Like you, I would have been content just to take whatever was left over. They soon disabused me of that notion, though. I found that whatever love they had, they shared — completely. There's more ways of showing love than penetrative sex. You've seen some demonstrations today, and <GIGGLE> even took a lesson in pleasing a man, if memory serves.

"You must also know that what happened here today would have happened without you, too. This was Carol Anne's re-entry to our full sex life today after having her babies. We have planned it for weeks. Having you here to share in the joy of our love was a definite bonus to all of us. And ... I think you may actually have given us something else ... David, I'm going to go out on a limb here. Use your amazing deductive powers and see if I'm correct. <OK, so now I'm on alert.>

"Now young lady, I need to know something else. Where are you in your cycle? I suspect you're in the middle, and if you had intercourse, you would very likely get pregnant. Is that about right? You may get confused by some of our remarks because they'll seem cryptic to you, but bear with us. All will be explained in time." <Now I see where she's going, and after hitting me over the head like that, I know she's right.>

Janet flinched at the 'young lady' remark, but answered Riekie's question. "Yeah, I'm right in the middle of my period, and from what I know of myself, I'm fertile right now, because I'm not on the Pill. I love kids, and want a bunch of my own, but I don't think I'm ready yet. I'm too young. Heck, I'm too young for you guys. Look at the difference in our ages! I may be out of school with a job, but I'm still a teenager! Princess, you're a successful doctor! Baby is a legal professional from what Daddy tells me. I have nothing to offer any of you. Muffin's the closest to my age, and I'm still too young for her!"

Riekie frowned at Janet in exasperation, but kept to her original thought. "David, does Jaz's answer to my question suggest anything to you? Jaz, hold that thought about your age. If I hurt you by calling you a 'young lady' then I'm sorry. It's a figure of speech I use with all my friends. I want David's thoughts on this other first, and then I think he can respond to your claim to being underage. As a lecherous old man, I'm sure he has an answer for you."

I laughed at Riekie. "Lecherous old man, eh? I'll get back to that in a minute. Yup, Princess, thanks for hitting me over the head. I should have picked up on the signs more quickly. I have no excuse. In my defence, the only thing I can say is, thank the Goddess there's lots of air movement in this barn. I think we lucked out (or maybe we had some help from unseen sources). That goes a long way to explain why I seem to be insatiable today. As a doctor, I know you want to learn more about this process, but can we discuss it in more detail later? We have a test subject for a couple days." Riekie smiled and nodded.

I directed my attention to Janet. "Now, young lady, this 'old man' is a little offended, and I think the ladies are a bit miffed, too. You may think you are too young for us to be interested in you, but for you to say you're too young implies that we are therefore too old,  and if there's one thing I don't feel right now it's OLD. My Girls always make me feel young and alive. My children make me feel young and alive. My unborn babies make me feel young and alive. My whole life makes me feel young and alive! Look at Pie and Jo —— how old do you think they are?"

Janet shrugged and whispered, "I dunno — forty something?"

"Wrong! They're the same age as your father, maybe a little older. Pie had a daughter in her twenties killed the day you were born. You do the arithmetic." Janet gasped in disbelief. I hoped I had also planted a seed for later. Somehow I/we had to let her know about Kit and our suspicion about her connection to her.

"I said my whole life makes me feel young and alive. Princess called me a lecherous old man, and she's absolutely right! M'gawd! What red-blooded man of any age wouldn't be delighted to attract the loving attention of a nubile teenage virgin nymphet? Lady, you're a wet dream come true, a fantasy made real and you're mine! — all mine! Who could ask for more? Except I do have more — I have three of the most beautiful women in the world as my wives. If I wasn't in hawg heaven before, I most certainly am now!

"For you to say you're too young or we're too old is poppycock! We already established that the five of us have fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with each other. If we feel that way, then what's age got to do with it? I said it before, but it bears repeating I guess and this time I think I am speaking for all four of your new Soulmates —— We!! Love!! You!! Period!! Full Stop!! Notice that there are no qualifiers saying 'Oh, Jaz, we love you but we wish you were older.' Or 'Jaz, we love you, but it won't work unless we were younger.' No! We said, 'We!! Love!! You!!' Nothing else! End of discussion!! Bah!! Now I am starting to get angry."

I shut up before I said something really stupid. Janet hadn't made me angry, but as usual, I got excited by my own monologue and made myself angry. I saw My Wives shaking their heads and grinning. They knew me too well. Janet looked like I'd whipped her.

Carol patted my arm. "There, there, Old Man. I'm sure the young lady didn't mean to insult us. Do you need help to get up? How 'bout a little shot of Geritol to get you going again?" Carol saw the humour in what was happening and turned it on me. I couldn't help but laugh.

She pulled Janet to her. "Jaz, David's right about one thing — We. Love. You. We never said anything about how young or old any of us are. We have a situation with the kids we'll tell you about later, but from it you'll maybe be able to understand us better. Now about David getting angry as he talked to you — he has a bad habit of listening too closely to his own words and letting them excite him. He can be a rabble rouser with a mob of one — himself — listening and eating it up. So don't let him get to you — he's not angry with you. While he went on his rant, he became angry with an idea." She grinned and poked me in the ribs. "If you know what buttons to push to set him off, he can be very entertaining..." Hmph!!

Carol's efforts had the desired effect. Janet smiled then laughed as the other three now regaled her with tales of David on the rant. Again — hmmphph!! In the words of whatshizname — can't get no respect ... It seemed also that with the ladies getting involved in telling anecdotes, our conversation had come to some sort of natural conclusion or break for the time being.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting there in the nude with four very lovely ladies in various states of dishabille. They're showing scads of succulent skin — everything from luscious boobies to wet panties to a bare, leaking pussy. The air is heavily laced with the pheromones of a fertile Princess, and I've got a hardon induced by the hot kiss and hard body of a nubile nineteen-year-old virgin, that self-same fertile Princess! To make matters worse, that wonderful young houri is still glued to my side, stoking my lust with the warmth of her body and assaulting my olfactory receptors with the scent of her pheromone-soaked panties, parked only a couple short feet from my nose!

I was very close to sensory overload. Carol saw the symptoms and pulled Janet away. The two of them crawled across the blankets and soon I saw them engaged in an intense, though quiet conversation. I couldn't hear what was being said, but Janet was obviously learning something that amazed her, given her gestures and a few exclamations loud enough to overhear.

Still, they moved just far enough away for the swirling air currents in the barn to do their thing and waft some fresh air into my face. I breathed deeply and my head cleared. Diane and Riekie, seeing that I was unattended by a female and that I was visibly aroused, moved over to me. I could tell from their lascivious expressions that despite being pregnant they weren't totally immune to Janet's pheromones either.

In short order, those two had me pinned to the blankets while they took turns giving me another mind-wrenching blowjob. But those vixens had no intention of taking me all the way to my inevitable wet release. No! They had something far more insidious in mind. That liscentious pair had designs on my body — or at least part of it — and were about to have their evil (yeah, right... ) way with me.

Diane rolled to her hands and knees and with the hem of her dress pulled around her waist, presented herself for mounting by wiggling her cute butt at me, her sweet pink pussy winking wetly at me. My penis jerked and quivered as Riekie, also on all fours now, took a gentle but firm grip on the object of their attention and guided me toward Diane's sopping entrance. I resisted such an assault on my person — I'm sure I did — but the open invitation, the scent of pheromones still fogging my higher reasoning centres, and Riekie's insistent tug on that treacherous organ conspired against me. I moved in behind Diane, grasped her beautiful hips, Riekie steered, and I sank to my full length into hot buttery female in one smooth stroke.

Satisfied that I was deeply ensconced in our pixie's perfect pregnant pussy and not about to escape the dynamic duo's clutches, Riekie positioned herself beside Diane, angled so I could see her own wet presentation, pulled her dress up over her hips and like our wife, enticed me with seductive hip motion and pinkly pulsing pudenda. Having the most beautiful pussy in the world flashing its crimson core at me in open moist invitation while I rutted with our diminutive wife drove me almost to distraction. Withdrawing from Diane's grasping sheath, I turned to Riekie and plunged into her tightness in one swell foop.

The next few minutes became a blur as I alternated bumping their bums with my hips, first Diane and then Riekie, fucking them in one of the few positions they could handle now — doggie style. Regardless, we rutted. We fucked. We thumped. We bumped. We grunted. We yelled. We laughed. We rutted. We fucked. We laughed. We fucked. We rutted. Our bodies made soggy slapping sounds as we stroked together, alternating from brunette elf to blonde princess and back, on and on... (No! I am NOT complaining!). Back and forth. In. Out. Slap! Slap! On and on (See?). We had more fun than any three people should be allowed to have together, I'm sure. To the sloppy accompaniment of sodden slurping sounds, both women were soon approaching a screaming orgasm, Diane bucking and thrashing in the lead.

Almost overloaded on Janet's pheromones, and the runaway eroticism of the moment, I pounded into Diane and all too soon felt that familiar tension as I erupted, filling her to overflowing. As she felt my steaming submission burst into her welcoming body, screaming my name Diane's own orgasm swept over her. Spent, my sweet munchkin collapsed onto the blankets, gasping for air, exposing my still spitting rampant penis, saturating Diane's vulva with the sticky dregs of my prodigious spend.

Riekie, behind in the race to orgasm, hadn't quite made it over the top. Grasping my penis, she directed it back into her sopping opening, begging me to fill her. My cock still almost painfully erect, I remounted Riekie and pounded into her tight wet tunnel. Riekie bucked back, screaming her pleasure, as lost in our passion as me. I swear I bruised her buttocks with the force of my thrusts. Despite having just fired off a massive load into my elf, it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tension in my balls and that little throb in my temples. I grasped Riekie by the hips and made one last plunge into her wet warmth. Riekie screamed and screamed as her body shook and my scalding seed blasted deep into her sheath, filling her to overflowing. Like her sister-wife, Riekie collapsed, breathless onto the blankets, my wilting penis pulling out of her snug vagina with a wet slurp. Still weakly squirting as my penis deflated, I bathed Riekie's blonde muff messily with white goo.

Across the blanket, I saw Carol holding a blushing, stunned-looking Janet around the waist. Both of them had their dresses hiked around their waists, their hands were busy at their pussies, but both still wore their panties, although the crotch was obviously ripped out of Carol's. Carol hooted, whistled and applauded. "Alright! You guys put on one helluva show! Holy Hotplate Batman, you guys are smokin'!" Janet just bobbed her head, staring wide-eyed.

Diane and Riekie, sufficiently recovered to move, swung into a loose soixante-neufe and started to clean each other. But ... before they could even finish positioning themselves, Carol hollered, "No time for that, ladies! Time to go! Look at the sun — it's getting late! The babies are probably hungry, and my teats are sore for to be milked. The aunts will be wondering where we are." We offered to relieve the pressure for her, but Carol demurred. "Nope, not today, guys. That's all for the babies. David, get dressed. Ladies, make yourselves presentable. All of you — help clean this place up. We'll leave the blankets out to dry."

"Ma'am! Yes ma'am!" We almost literally jumped to do her bidding. I quickly slipped into my shorts, shirt and shoes. The ladies — all of them — fastened exactly two buttons on their dresses and smoothed the skirts down over their thighs.

Realizing that the sun was well into the West, we hustled to get ready to return to the house. As we gathered our gear and policed up the empty pop cans, I heard Diane and Riekie complain quietly. "First Wife didn't just get filled to overflowing. We're gonna have Precious Stuff running down our legs all the way home." Hearing that, I thought I knew one reason why Carol put the bum's rush on us...

Carol did a quick inspection of the barn to ensure we didn't leave any trash behind. I shouldered my pack and the girls led the way out of the barn. I closed the doors behind us.


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