1: The Ranch

It was such a delicious dream. Everything I'd ever wanted had come to me. I luxuriated in Rhonda's arms. My cock throbbed in her pussy. Her lips were soft against mine. My casa—my cónyuge—were stirring and glancing our way. They smiled. My family was complete. I sighed and opened my eyes as I came up out of sleep. There was a squeeze on my sensitive cock as I looked into those deep green eyes.

It wasn't a dream.

For a moment, I had to turn my head and see Donna stretched out to my left, petting her sister, to be sure it wasn't Donna who slid forward and back again on my erection. On my right, Rose peppered my shoulder with little kisses. I looked back into the eyes above me and Rhonda softly kissed me again.

"It isn't really icky at all, anymore," she whispered.

We laughed, sending vibrations all up and down where we were joined. Tears flooded from my eyes and she kissed them away.

"It's true. It isn't a dream. You are really making love to me. Oh, my precious love," I responded.

"Yeah. I kind of did most of the work this morning, but I'm ready for you to take over for a while. Make love to me, Brian. Make love to me."

Donna edged aside and I rolled to my left to get Rhonda under me. I lowered my lips to her nipples and kissed them, sucking them one at a time into my mouth to touch them with my tongue. Rhonda mewled her pleasure, muffled by her sister's mouth as they kissed. I turned my head and met Rose's lips on the other side. She smiled at me and hugged herself closer to Rhonda and me.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I whispered.

"I can't believe I'm so turned on that I'm going to have another orgasm," Rhonda said. "I thought ... I thought I was broken."

"Dr. Brian fixed you," Donna giggled. I pushed myself up and Rose and Donna each latched onto one of Rhonda's nipples. Her whine crescendoed and, as her muscles fluttered around my cock, I gasped.

"I love you, Rhonda. I have always loved you. I will always love you." My sperm rocketed out of me and, as I pulsed, Rhonda's orgasm overtook her with a scream.

"I want to do this all the time now," Rhonda giggled. "Do you think anyone would mind?"

"Well, your parents are supposed to be here in an hour. They might object."

"Let them. I love you, Brian."

We were still in bed and it was nearly eight o'clock. At different times during the morning, different girlfriends had moved in to lie next to us for a while. Rose and Donna had been replaced by Samantha and Courtney. Elaine and Sora had bracketed us for a few minutes before they went to start breakfast in my absence. Jennifer and Whitney had taken their place and were soon replaced by Cassie and Nicki. Liz and Mary were beside us now and all I could think was that everyone was welcoming us—welcoming Rhonda—into our family.

"Would it be okay if I give you a hug, too?" Josh asked from the other side of Rhonda. He'd pulled a pair of briefs on. Rhonda rolled toward him slightly and pulled him into a hug.

"Please don't ever hesitate to give me a hug, hearthmate," she said. "And you don't have to bother putting clothes on every time, either. I trust you. Thank you for making me part of the family."

"You've always been a part, Rhonda," he said. He reached across and gave my shoulder a pat and then headed off to finish dressing and head downstairs.

I kissed Rhonda again. I still could not believe I was holding her in the afterglow of making love.

"It was your feet that did it, wasn't it?" I asked her as we rubbed noses.

"I was more afraid of doing that than anything else. I knew what having you rub my feet did to me. But I thought, 'What if it doesn't work?' Then I wouldn't have any hope. And then Donna was holding me and you started rubbing my feet and it all connected. It wasn't bad that Rose shoved her nipple in my mouth, either," she giggled.

"I noticed that even when I offered to give you a foot rub Friday night, you came upstairs in socks."

"I didn't need them. We were so busy and I was so excited that you couldn't have tied me down to give me a massage."

"Maybe we should go take a shower. Everyone else has gone downstairs for breakfast."

"Will you ... will you wash me, Brian?" Oh, shit! She's feeling dirty. "I just want to feel the love in your hands. And please ... don't maintain your professional caring mode. I want to know that I turn you on and ... and maybe we could make love in the shower, too." Oh, yes!

Samantha, Jennifer, and Courtney were already out with the horses by the time we got downstairs. Cassie, Josh, and Mary were getting ready to leave. Nicki and Liz had their leathers on and were planning a ride to Lake Michigan. Anna, Mom, and Dad were sitting at the dining table with Donna and her parents. Elaine was still cooking and Sora was running food in and out of the dining room. Rose and Whitney met us at the foot of the stairs. They were just about to come and get us. Rhonda and I went with them to the dining room and greeted our parents.

I think that as soon as Sunshine said, "Good morning," Rhonda and I blushed. Really, really blushed. Donna giggled.

"Oh, my!" Mrs. Gordon said. Sunshine cleared his throat but Rhonda held her hand up to stop him from saying anything.

"We're not getting married," Rhonda said. Her agreement specifically stated that she couldn't be given permission to marry before she was eighteen. "Ever," she concluded. I was a little shocked and maybe even stung. Rhonda turned and hugged Rose. "I would never do that to you, Rose, or you, Whitney. Or to any of my hearthmates. I'm wondering, though, if after we move to Bloomington, we could have another bonfire." Rose hugged Rhonda to her and Whitney reached for me and planted a kiss on me that threatened to become R-rated.

"Rhonda. My baby," Sunshine said. "When you want it, I will give you the best advice I can. But I'm never going to try to enforce my will—or that of the bishop—on you again. Please forgive me, my daughter, and don't think you have to defend your decisions. If this family ... casa is your choice, God's blessing on you, child. But remember the words of a true and faithful man, and know they come from your father, as well. No matter what, I will always love you."

Well, that kind of ended all intelligible conversation for a while. It was mostly tears and 'I love you' for the next half hour. I was so proud of Rhonda when she sat on her father's lap and hugged him. And I was proud of Sunshine. He looked over Rhonda's head at me and mouthed the words, 'Thank you.'

There were fewer of our casa present Monday night as Rhonda and I made love again. She was actually getting a little sore and her last orgasm nearly knocked her out. She fell back into Samantha's arms and Sam held her and kissed her. Whitney immediately threw a leg over mine and kissed me. Rhonda came up and looked at Whit and I thought for a minute sparks would fly.

"Oh, Whitney! I'm sorry. I've monopolized Brian all day today. I didn't mean to keep him away from everyone else. I just ... I just..."

"You just found out what it was like to make love to our man and didn't want to let go of him," Whitney chuckled. "We understand. It's your honeymoon. We just all want a little attention, too."

"No! Wait," Rhonda said. A vestige of panic was in her voice. "It's not our honeymoon. He's not my cónyuge. He's my novia. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take him from everyone."

"Shh. Hush, honey," Rose said as she came up behind Sam and petted Rhonda. "We thought this was your wedding day. So to speak. What is it, sweetheart?"

"I want a fire," Rhonda said. "I'm making love with my novia, but I want to change my robes from green to red at a bonfire and become cónyuge with Brian ... and Samantha if she will have me. I want it to be witnessed by our casa. I don't want to sneak in. I want trumpets blowing." We all laughed.

"That's sort of what your last orgasm sounded like," Sam laughed. "Rhonda? You really want to be my cónyuge, too?"

"Yes, Samantha. I don't know if I can really do girl sex. But I know I love you. I want to be your cónyuge."

"Yes! My novia!" Samantha screamed as she hugged Rhonda to her. "My novia. I love you!"

We shifted around a bit. Rhonda never really left my side, but she made room for Whitney to completely straddle me and after I was finally hard again—which took a little work—and sheathed, Whitney settled down on me with a sigh. If I had a super-power, I'd want it to be the ability to get hard whenever one of my girls wanted me. I was a teen, but still only human. Whitney was going to be the only other girl who got a piece of me tonight. We fell asleep with her still partially on top of me.

I woke up with Rose gently nursing my cock back to life. I looked over at Rhonda and she smiled at me.

"Make love to our matrón," she said. Hmm. I liked that term. A feminization of the word they all used to describe me. I was definitely going to use this. It served her right.

"Rose, my matrón, please come and make love to me," I said. She was a little startled and cocked her head as a grin spread across her face. Then she crawled up my body and settled back onto the cock that she had nursed to rigidity.

"I think we should float that concept by the rest of the clan before you start tossing it around," Rose said as she descended on me. She sighed. "This is really the only honor that I want."

"I don't think it's an elected position," I said. Gotcha! "We'll just use it and see if it sticks."

"Have you been planning this, little minx?" Rose asked as she reached over and kissed Rhonda.

"Me?" she answered in all innocence. "I'm sure I just heard it somewhere. It's just another word for queen of the clan, you know."

We all laughed. God! It was wonderful to make love to my women. And to have them around me. Loving me. I just wanted to crush them all to me and all of us be one.

I finally pried myself out of bed, fighting my own reluctance more than anyone holding onto me. As soon as I was upright, Sora tossed sweats to me and headed downstairs. When I finished in the bathroom I went to join her. She already had all the ingredients for bread out on the counter waiting for me.

"Well, go ahead," I said. "You have everything needed. I'll make coffee while you make the bread."

"Really?" she squeaked. "I've watched you and Elaine bake, but I've never tried it myself. What do I do?"

I walked Sora through the process as I made coffee, helping her adjust the temperature of the water for the yeast and stripping the sticky dough off her fingers when she kneaded it. We did a lot of laughing while I was teaching her to bake bread and once the bread was set aside to rise, we did a lot of kissing.

We were in the middle of that when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered. It was only seven a.m.

"Monroe County Sheriff's Department calling for Anna Pratt," the male voice said.

"Sheriff Donaldson?"

"Yes."

"This is Brian Frost. Anna's asleep. I'll call her. Is everything okay?"

"If you have an extension, stay on the line when she answers. This involves you, too."

"Hang on. I'll get her."

"What is it?" Mom asked from the kitchen doorway. She looked sleepy.

"Sheriff Donaldson needs to talk to Anna, Mom."

"Oh dear. I'll get her." Mom went to get Anna and I went back upstairs and to my extension. In a second Anna came on the line.

"This is Anna."

"Mrs. Pratt, this is Sheriff Donaldson from Monroe County. Brian, are you there as well?"

"Yessir."

"I'm afraid we have some bad news. There's been a fire at your property. The damage is pretty extensive. Can you get down here?"

"Yes. Of course," Anna said. "Is it the house?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Oh no."

"It will take us about five hours to get there, Sheriff," I said. "We're on our way."

There was minimal discussion about who was going. I asked Rhonda and she said, "No. I'm supposed to start shadowing Harvey this morning. Samantha said she'd come with me."

"Okay, then. Who should go?" I asked no one in particular.

"Jennifer and Rose," Courtney answered. "I'm sure Anna and Harry are going. That will make five of you. You can ride comfortably in your car. I'll stick around here and coordinate things with Nona-Mom and anyone else you need when you get there."

"My courtesan, you are a treasure. I wouldn't even have thought of that. I'll call as soon as we know something and I can get to a phone."

Mom was headed in to work and Dad called Rex Davis to tell him what had happened. Rex had handled Anna's closing and our lease. He reminded us to take our insurance papers and he called the insurance company. Inside half an hour we had a thermos of coffee and were on the road.

It was a pretty quiet trip down to Bloomington. Rose sat between Jennifer and me while I drove and Anna cuddled up against Dad in the back seat. Everybody was a little tired, but with my coffee cup kept full in Rose's hand, we sailed down U.S. 31. I pulled into McDonald's in Bloomington and got sacks of burgers and fries and a bunch of chocolate shakes, while Anna called Sheriff Donaldson. Dad got on the phone next and called Rose's dad. He said the insurance adjuster should meet us at the house this afternoon, but he didn't have any information on the condition of things.

When we got out there, it was really sad. Anna, Jennifer, and Rose started crying and I had tears in my eyes as soon as the deputy who recognized us waved us up the long driveway to the ruins. Our house. The place we were going to renovate and planned to move into. Our home was gone. Oh, there were still some standing pipes, the chimney, and part of a wall, but the rest was pretty much ashes. There was still a fire truck there and a Suburban almost like mine but with the Fire Department emblem on the side. Sheriff Donaldson showed up a few minutes later.

We were just standing there holding each other and staring.

"Harry. Anna. Rose. Jennifer. Brian," he said as he approached and held out his hand.

"How did this happen, Jim?" Dad asked. "Do they know yet?"

"We don't have anything definite. Brian, do you know where all the members of your clan were last night?" he asked.

"My whole family was with me overnight at our house. I'm guessing the other families were together, too. Most of us just graduated on Sunday."

"We'll need to know for sure in order to eliminate you all as suspects."

"Suspects? You think this was arson?" Anna cried.

"Like I said, we don't really know yet. The fire inspector is still in the rubble looking around. They've had to bridge into the structure with ladders as the floor is caved in or unstable in most areas. That's him crawling around over there," the Sheriff said. There was a long ladder stretched across the whole width of the house and he was crawling along it looking left and right. He poked his head down through the rungs of the ladder to look through what was left of the floor under the kitchen.

I turned and surveyed the rest the property. The barn and silo were still standing. They didn't look like they had been touched. The toolshed looked fine. I walked over to the firepit in the back yard but it was cold. We'd made sure it was completely out and raked the coals into mud with the amount of water we'd poured on it two weeks ago. Nothing there was disturbed. There were a backhoe and a grader a little farther away. The excavation for the modular had been completed and was staked out, but no cement had been poured yet. A ditch ran away from the excavation about fifty feet where there was a hole. Next to the hole was a concrete tank. That was the new septic system for the bunkhouse.

In front of the barn was a trailer and a light pole was next to it. I assumed this was the General Contractor's headquarters while he had a crew on site. Work had started on everything but now there was nothing to remodel.

"Where's the construction crew?" I asked.

"We sent them home as they showed up this morning. Until we've cleared the investigation, we can't have anyone else around here," the Sheriff said. "Right now, even having you here requires an escort."

"How long will that be in effect?" Rose asked. "Doug, Doreen, and Rachel were moving down this weekend. Doreen starts work Monday. They were going to live in a trailer out here until the bunkhouse was installed. We planned to use that as a base of operation while the house was remodeled. We expected to be finished and moved in by August."

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