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.