Chapter 8: In the Sight of Mount Shasta

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Sunday, June 5th, 2072 – Chasity "Chase" Glassner – Redding, CA

"So she's coming along?" I asked when my siblings and Queenie met us downstairs. Sarah was with them, dressed in Queenie's shirt and Reina's pants. Sarah swallowed, her blue eyes wide as she stared at me.

"Yeah," Rex shrugged, his hand sliding down to fondle Sarah's ass. "We had a nice family get together last night. Sarah's got nothing left for her here."

"She's coming," Reina nodded vigorously. "She's our sister. She can't be left behind to be tormented by these fanatics."

"It is dangerous," Sister Stella pointed out. "We'll be leaving the safety of California and crossing into Oregon soon. And after that is Washington State itself. It's a stronghold for Glassnerites."

"We're children of Mark," Rex shrugged. "The Glassnerites will love us."

"Please let me come," Sarah whispered. "I won't be a bother."

"Plus she's lactating," Rex's hand on her ass slid up to squeeze her breast through her shirt. Sarah's cheeks reddened. "It's delicious."

"Rex," Sarah moaned, shuddering in shock. "You shouldn't say such things in public."

"Chase is no stranger to loving her siblings. It won't be long before the pair of you are licking and sucking and loving each other," Reina promised her. "You loved what Queenie and I did to you last night, right?"

Sarah nodded, her cheeks going even more scarlet. The poor girl was as unprepared for the depravity of the twins as Queenie had been. I wondered how long it would take them to completely corrupt Sarah.

"Chase knows how to lick pussy," Queenie added, hugging Sarah from behind.

I guess Queenie had been dragged into that same depravity by the twins. I bet it wouldn't be long before Sarah was just as wanton. My pussy itched. She was beautiful. "She can come," I said and hugged Sarah, kissing her on the lips. I gave her just a flick of my tongue before I broke the kiss. "You're our sister. I wouldn't leave you here if you didn't want to stay."

"Fine," Sister Stella sighed. "I guess I can't blame the girl for wanting to get away from this town. But we don't have enough tents. Where will she sleep?"

Rex laughed. "Sister Stella, you can't be that stupid. She's our girlfriend."

Reina nodded. "There's plenty of room in our tent. We love sleeping tight. It makes for so much fun at night."

Sarah's cheeks blushed darker. "It was ... fun last night."

"All right, we need to get going, okay," I said. "I bought some supplies while you four were sleeping in."

Rex's grin spread across his brown face, his blue eyes twinkling. In some ways, he looked so much like our father. He definitely had his appetite. I bet father would be proud of Rex for building his own little harem.

I guess I was a little proud of him, too.

I put my arm around Rex, pulling him away from his women. "Is Sarah sticking around permanently?"

"Maybe," he nodded. "If we all get along. She's pretty amazing."

"You're turning into quite the stud. Are you sure you're up to the challenge of pleasing those women?"

"I have more than enough stamina," Rex grinned, his hand slipping down to squeeze my ass. "I can even visit you and Sister Stella some time and share my love."

"Stella doesn't like men," I told him.

"What a pity," he sighed. "She's cute."

I glanced at Sister Stella, her platinum-blonde hair peaking out from her white veil, her gray eyes on mine, a slight smile on her lips. "Yes, she is." My heart raced faster. I did love staring at her.

"Is she going to be permanent?" Rex asked.

"Did you finally notice?" I giggled. "Or did Reina explain things to you?"

"Queenie," Rex shrugged. "Well?"

"Maybe." My cheeks burned. "Hopefully."

"Good. You need to be happy, too." Rex squeezed my ass again. "Whenever you need it, my cock's ready and willing."

"You horny brat," I laughed and pushed him away. "Sister Stella's giving me all the attention I need right now. Besides, your women would be mad if I drained you dry."

Rex grinned.

Sister Stella moved up beside me as Rex grabbed our pack mule Alison, pulling her along. His women gathered around him, chattering away as they shouldered their packs. Sister Stella's hand slipped into mine, warm and soft, and a shudder of heat ran through me.

"Did you mean that?" Sister Stella whispered.

"I did," I said. "When this is over, and you take away my ... powers, I want you to stay with me."

"But I'm a nun. I have my duties."

"Your gift can be past on to another woman." I tensed. "You don't have to keep being one. Or I'll come with you on your missions, but..."

"You would grow old and I would stay young." Sister Stella's hand tightened on mine. "When I accepted this gift, I was so happy. I felt like I had purpose for the first time in my life. I thought I would be doing this forever.

"And then I met you."

She looked at me, her gray eyes so wide open. "Wow." Tears beaded in my eyes. "That's beautiful." I swallowed, fighting my emotions. The townsfolk of Redding were watching us walk by as we headed back to the ruins of I-5 to continue north.

"I'd like to stay with you," Stella said. "But ... I'm so torn. I don't know, yet."

I squeezed her hand back. "I understand."

"Good luck, Holy Saint!" a boy shouted.

The cry began to spread. I glanced around, my shoulders hunching. I hated the worship people gave me. None of them knew the truth about me or why I killed my parents. They all thought I was this semi-divine being, a righteous angel that had gladly destroyed the Tyrants.

My hand was dirty, stained with my family's blood. The look of disbelief on Father's face was seared into my mind. The hilt of that filthy dagger had been seared into my palm. I would never forget plunging the dagger into his side as he hugged me. He had been so happy to see me.

And I stuck a dagger in him.

"I'm such a monster," I whispered, hunching my shoulders. I needed to get out of this town and away from their blind worship.

Sister Stella squeezed my hand. She was a wonderful woman.

Tuesday, June 7th, 2072 – Sarah Goldman – Mount Shasta, CA

Walking wasn't so bad when I had my new family with me. I was just so thrilled to be with them. The twins and Queenie were amazing, so loving and generous. Even if my nipples did ache from their constant suckling, I was so happy.

It was worth a little tenderness to share my mother's milk with them.

After the first day of walking, I thought my feet would fall off. The moment we were in the tent, I couldn't believe my lovers still had the strength to fool around. But as they started rubbing my feet, massaging away the pain, I began to grow horny, too.

The three of them licked and nuzzled my feet. I gasped and squirmed and let them do whatever they wanted to my body. And last night was just the same, though my feet didn't hurt quite as much. Once we were in our tent, we were writhing together. It didn't matter who you licked and touched in that tent, it just mattered that we shared our passion with each other.

"Isn't that beautiful!" Queenie squealed, breaking away from us as she raced to the concrete barrier of I-5 as it wound around Mount Shasta. The massive mountain loomed over us, its summit topped by snow. Queenie hopped over the barricade into a field of wildflowers.

Reina caught my gaze and beamed at me. I took her hand, and we raced to join her. The field was so beautiful, carpeted with reds, oranges, blues, purples, pinks, and white. So much beauty. We giggled as we leaped over the barrier.

"What are you doing?" Rex demanded.

"Picking flowers!" Reina declared, bending over and began plucking wildflowers, her fingers weaving the stems together.

"I guess we can break for lunch here," Chase said with a shrug.

Rex sighed, leading Alison the mule to the barrier and tying her lead. He hopped over and sat on the barrier, watching the three of us as we sat down in the field, weaving the flowers together to form crowns.

"For you, Queenie," Reina declared, dropping the crown on her head. The black-haired woman beamed, her face so pale and innocent. My heart beat faster as I finished my crown and placed it on Reina's head.

"And last for you," Queenie said. She lifted up her crown of flowers and gently set it on my head. And then she kissed me. "You deserve to wear this. You're the daughter of a God."

A tear trickled down my cheek. "Thank you." I touched the crown, the sweet scent tickling my nose. "I ... I..."

Reina put her arm around my shoulders. "It's time, isn't it?"

I glanced at her, my eyes widening. Her blue eyes were knowing. "Yes, it is." I looked around at the wildflowers and the majestic Mount Shasta looming over us. "This spot is just beautiful."

"I hear our father married Mary in a field of wildflowers," Reina nodded, standing up. "I think this is perfect."

My cheeks reddened as she helped me up. "I think so, too. I knew I would marry Rex the moment I came up to your hotel room."

"You're marrying all of us," Queenie corrected me as she stood. "Don't forget that."

"I won't," I sighed.

"Well, let's go tell the oblivious groom." Reina glanced at our brother and shook her head. "Look at him, he has no idea what's going on."

"It's best that way," Queenie giggled. "It keeps him from interfering."

Queenie and Reina put their arms around my waist and the three of us walked to Rex. He grinned as he saw us, hunger in his eyes. "Are we playing?" he asked, licking his lips. "Because I am feeling mighty thirsty."

"Get down on your knees, Rex," Queenie said. "It's time for you to propose to Sarah."

"Huh?" Rex blinked.

"Sarah's ready and we all know it's going to happen eventually," Reina informed. "So let's just get it out of the way."

"It's so pretty here," Queenie added. "This is the perfect spot."

"For me to propose?"

I giggled at Rex's confusion. "For us to get married. You need to pay attention, dear."

"Marriage? What?"

"Yes, so get proposing," Queenie said. "We don't have all day."

"But make it super romantic," Reina added.

"That's a lot of pressure to put on a guy," Rex muttered as he slipped off the concrete barrier. He took my hand, a warm flush rushing through me. "So, you want to get married, huh?"

"Is that my proposal?" I demanded in annoyance.

"Do better or there's no sex for you for a week," Reina admonished.

"You could never go one day without sex," Rex laughed.

"I have two other wives that I can have fun with," Reina blushed.

"But you'd miss my hard cock pushing into your tight pussy."

Reina's lips pursed. "Just do a better job, okay."

"Right." Rex took a deep breath, looking up into my eyes. "Sarah, you are one of the three most amazing women that I've know. You have beautiful breasts and delicious milk. I love to touch you, suckle you, make love to you."

"This isn't an appropriate proposal," Queenie blushed.

"I want to keep making love to you and suckling your creamy milk. I want you to be my wife so we can be together forever, enjoying each other, loving each other, and sharing our joy with these conniving sluts."

His vulgar words made me smile. "I will," I declared. "You can suckle from my tits any time you like."

"How about now?"

"We're not married yet," I laughed.

"What is going on?" Chase asked, walking over. She had a crown of flowers over her auburn hair, a matching one graced Sister Stella's veil-covered head.

"We're getting married!" Reina exclaimed.

"You already are married," Chase reminded her. "I performed the ceremony myself."

"We're marrying Sarah," Queenie added, giving me a hug. "Sister Stella, will you do it."

"Right here?" the nun asked.

"It's gorgeous," I gushed. "Please do this."

Sister Stella glanced at Chase. Our oldest sister shrugged her shoulders. "At least they won't be fucking out of wedlock."

"Three wives," Sister Stella shook her head. "This is such a departure from the church."

"And so is what we did last night," Chase reminded the nun, giving her a hug. "I don't seem to recall you objecting."

"I don't know," Reina giggled. "I heard her passionate moans."

"Those weren't objections," Chase winked. "But encouragements."

Sister Stella's cheeks were crimson. "Fine. I'll marry them."

More tears ran down my cheeks.

Rex Glassner

I stood with Reina on my left and Queenie on my right, both my wives arms entwined with mine. They beamed, looking radiant with the flowers perched on their foreheads. Sister Stella stood nearby, her back stiff, her lips tight. She really didn't approve of this.

I didn't care. I was excited to add Sarah to our family. She was amazing and fun, and not just because her breasts were filled with the creamiest treat I had ever tasted. She was family. She was our sister. It felt so right to bring her into our marriage. My heart beat faster as she walked closer, clutching a bouquet of flowers before her, a big smile on her face.

Chase escorted her, our big sister also beaming, though her smile had an amused cast to it. Despite being sisters, Sarah and Chase didn't look much alike, though they had the same blue eyes, just like Reina and me. Chase took after Mary, her face freckled and her hair auburn, but Sarah had brown hair, like our father. She almost looked like a fair-skin version of Reina.

Queenie hummed the marriage march and bounced on her heels. Her shirt was half-unbuttoned, the day growing hot, and her impressive cleavage kept distracting me from Sarah's radiant approach.

Reina's fingers tightened on my arm. "Stop staring down Queenie's blouse," she hissed softly. "Pay attention to our new bride."

"They're so inviting," I whispered back.

Queenie didn't stop her humming, but her smile grew larger.

I pried my eyes away to watch Sarah's approach. When she arrived, Chase handed her off to us. The three of us took Sarah's hands, holding them as we faced her, Chase beaming at us. A tear formed in her blue eyes.

I didn't pay attention to Sister Stella's sermon. It wasn't long, and it was all about love and fidelity. She quoted a few passages from the bible. I just kept staring at Sarah, my heart beating faster. My nose was filled with the scent of flowers and my three women. Finally, Sister Stella got to the important part.

"Do you, Sarah Goldman, take Rex, Reina, and Queenie Glassner to be your lawfully wedded husband and wives, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Sister Stella asked.