A Change in Plans
Copyright© 2006 by Asa Strong
Chapter 11: Making a House a Home
Science Fantasy Story: Chapter 11: Making a House a Home - George Rice, a dying, emotionally detached scientist who plans to stage his own accidental death after losing his wife and receiving a terminal cancer diagnosis. At the brink of suicide, he is intercepted by a higher being named Alama, who offers him a chance to “right a terrible wrong.” George accepts and dies—only to be reborn into another world and another body.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Science Fiction Isekai First
The early morning sun slanting through the window illuminated the dust particles in the air, casting a mosaic pattern that caught Rocha’s attention. She walked to the window and could see Donta, Celle, and Kata as they worked on the fence line that would eventually enclose the pasture.
“They will probably finish it today,” she thought.
Her shoulder started aching, and she decided to sit down and rest for a while. The shoulder was getting better, that she was sure. But she was starting to believe, as Donta had told her a few days ago, that it would never be the same as before. She still had difficulty raising her arm above her shoulder.
As Rocha sat, looking out the window at the rest of her family, she allowed her mind to wander. She had never been one to spend time deliberating on problems or occurrences in her life; mostly, she just tried to get through the day. But, ever since Donta had brought them into his life, things had changed.
Life with her dead husband had been predictable. Everything had its time and place. Life with Donta was different. She had two co-wives, and although multiple partner marriages were not unheard of, she had no experience with them.
As she pondered this, a smile crept slowly to her face. Yes, it was much different, but it was also so much more exciting and comfortable. Ever since they had built the large bed, all four of them slept together. She had watched Donta make love to Celle and her daughter Kata, and felt a warm feeling inside at the thought. Yes, different, but better. She felt at home here.
She ached for the time when she could make love with Donta. She longed for the closeness that she could see in the faces of her co-wives. Hopefully, her shoulder would be completely healed soon, and then she too could feel that same depth of feeling that was so evident on the other women’s faces.
Living with Donta was going to be different. She had been surprised when he had told her about also being George. At first she didn’t understand, but it was becoming clear that Donta had changed from the Donta she had known before. When he had made the rolls for the first time, a few days ago, she was surprised. Men in her world would never think of trying to prepare a meal or cook if there were women around to do it. Men would also never allow a woman to help in the fields, or as was currently the case, build a fence. His desire to build a stove and oven mystified her. She couldn’t find reason in his need to build something that would make the women’s life easier. That was definitely not the actions of men the she knew.
Donta talked to her, Celle, and Kata about love. She was not sure what love was, but she did know that for the first time in her life she was happy. No, not just happy but contented also. Maybe that was what love is; she didn’t know, she really didn’t care.
With the change in light, probably caused by a passing cloud, she pulled herself up from the chair with the thought that the rest of the family would be taking a break for lunch soon. She should start fixing something for them to eat.
As Rocha started gathering the lunch ingredients together, Donta, Celle, and Kata placed the final post in the ground. This post would complete the pasture fence.
Donta placed the fencepost in place with a sigh, “Damn, it’s hot!”
“Hmmmm, I could sure use a cold glass of water,” Kata stated, her face dripping with sweat.
Celle just grunted acknowledgment as she continued to shovel dirt into the posthole, while Donta held the post in place and Kata tamped the earth solid around the post.
As Kata finished tamping the earth into the posthole, Donta said, “Why don’t we all go get a nice cold drink from the stream and then see if Rocha has something for us to eat?”
Both Celle and Kata smiled and nodded their agreement. The three then gathered up the tools and headed for the barn. After stowing the tools, the three walked down to the stream.
“Ohhh, that feels good,” Celle said after dunking her whole head into the icy waters.
Kata dipped her cupped hands into the stream and quickly drank it down. “That feels so good. I never realized how cold this water is.”
Laughing, Donta replied, “That’s because this stream starts with the snowmelt on top of the mountain. It will be cold all summer long.”
Celle nodded her head, “It’s too bad we have to carry it to the house. It gets warm after a while and doesn’t stay cold very long.”
“Well, maybe we can change that someday,” Donta said with a chuckle.
Kata looked up, “What do you mean?”
“Just another thing to put on my list,” Donta said with a smile.
Kata looked at him, shaking her head, but decided not to pursue it further.
Donta then pulled both of them close and gave them a quick kiss. They walked back to the house with Donta’s arm around each of their waists.
After a meal of dried sausage, cheese, and the leftover rolls from breakfast, the three returned to the pasture.
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