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.