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.