Chapter 19

“Well, that’s been one helluva drive, guys, but here we are ... Princeton, New Jersey, Ivy League college town extraordinaire. We’re safely outside of West Windsor Township, so we can actually breathe and take a bit to eat. I don’t know about you guys, I’m one hungry motherfucker right now,” David announced, much to everyone’s relief.

David had been the driver for that leg of the trip, but they were all about ready to crash, eat a bite, and then retire to a nice motel for some R and R. Luckily, they weren’t far from a diner known as the Kilted Laird, a rather odd name that suggested Scots ancestry for its proprietors. It was the very sort of greasy spoon likely to appeal to the weary travelers, with its fattening, high calorie comfort food geared toward famished folks who sought to appease their growling stomachs.

“Good evening to ye, ‘tis the Kilted Laird, laddies and lassies, me name’s Piper Fraser, and yes, me sweet old Dad was the owner ‘til last month. He took his own life after suffering so long since Mum’s death. Yea, I actually am Scots, in case you wondered. Born in Inverness, in fact. Emigrated with me folks back in 1998. Long story on that. So what will it be, lads, lasses? To drink, that is. Clearly, you’ll need to see the menu before ordering your supper,” the lady at the counter asked them as she gave them menu ... and yes, she wore a kilt herself.

“I’m ... David Howard, and these people are my ... clan for lack of a better word. None of them related to me by blood, but you get the idea. Here are my wives, Andrea, Denise, Jenny, Azita... , “ David started to introduce his harem.

“Amanda, Connie, Melanie, Salome, Mercedes, Karen, Claire, Fujima, and me, if that’s okay with David here. Name’s Brandy Howard. Pleased to make your acquaintance. If David doesn’t mind my proposal, that every woman in our group is married to him and carries his name, but is also married to all the other men. We should all use the surname of Howard. All twenty-four of us, men and women alike. We ladies should be married to each other, too, and the men together as well.

“Yes, I favor a communal marriage of all twenty-four of us together. We can formalize it later, but this way, it won’t matter who once married someone. Everyone in this group should be lovers, intimate with everyone else, physically and emotionally alike,” Brandy, the very affectionate drag queen, encouraged David to claim everyone in the group as his sluts ... both sexes.

“Sounds very cozy, you lucky bastard! I love the way that you guys think! You’d be daft to decline such an offer, you know, David. You’d also be a fool to spurn my advances. Consider me wife number fourteen henceforth. Your meal’s on the house, husband. Tonight, I’m closing shop for good and you’ll get to discover what’s under a Scotswoman’s kilt! I get to marry every lad and lass in your company, too, right?

“From now on, I’m Piper Howard. Deal? Forget motels. Spend the night at my place. Crash with me tonight and we’ll leave together. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine. That’s how marriage is supposed to work, after all,” Piper planted a searing French kiss directly on David’s mouth.

“Okay, so ... I now have fourteen wives and ten husbands? Damn! Well, it will make surnames no longer an issue, right? It will formally make us a family, and once we’re outside this state, we can actually have the weddings to make it official. Melanie can officiate for most of it, since she’s an ordained Unitarian minister, even though she’s also one of the wives. As for you, Brandy, I’m more than happy with this idea of yours ... and pleased with Piper for going along with it ... and joining us.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I want meatloaf, mashed potatoes smothered in gravy, green beans, dinner rolls, and coleslaw,” David proceeded with the order, putting smiles on everyone’s faces.

“And to drink?” Piper inquired.

“A tall glass of iced tea,” David beamed as he ordered his beverage, unaware that Piper had other ideas.

“And you?” Piper asked Denise, who sat very affectionately on her uncle’s lap.

“Whatever Uncle David orders for me,” Denise winked at her.

“Uncle David?” Piper asked with surprise.

“Yes, by marriage. Thankfully, since we’re not getting divorced after all, she still gets to be his niece. Something that no doubt tickles her pink. She delights in being her own uncle’s lover, I think. The incest turns her on, the taboo of it, plus she was always smitten with my husband. OUR husband, I mean,” Andrea corrected herself to some gentle laughter and teasing on the others’ part.

“Yummy ... I love incest! I enjoyed watching Cersei and Jaime Lannister bed each other, just for example. I loved that part of ‘the House of Yes,’ but unfortunately, it took a dark turn toward murder. Everything about incest ... such a turn-on! Fuck yeah!” Piper blushed as she confessed her family fun fetish and then resumed taking orders.

“One thing that I always liked about ancient Egypt. All those Pharaohs got to hump their own sisters, lucky bastards. Now that we have ... apparent ways to limit the deformities, or quite possibly so, I propose that we encourage every brother and sister to fuck once they come of age in our community. In fact, everyone of age should be urged to fuck everyone else also of age. Including their own parents. Imagine the proms, the post-game parties, the orgies, the gang-bangs, etc. It could be one hell of a scene!” Salome licked her lips at such prospects.

“Yummy! And it’s not as if the first generation, at least, is likely to know that many people who aren’t kith and kin, anyway,” Claire pointed out, “besides, I used to hump my old man all the time ... and it never hurt me!”

“Here, here!” David raised a water glass in approval.

“All the old rules make no sense anymore, anyway. Why not embrace the new way of life? If I get a handsome young stud of a son, why not fuck his brains out once he comes of age? Besides, paternity won’t be clear as such, which is another reason to make every man a father to all of our spawn. In which case, every young woman of a certain age will be a possible birth daughter to said men, and why not go for it? You won’t know who’s blood kin and who ain’t. It’s as simple as that,” Amanda observed.

“I suppose that this means that we’ll share ... everything. Communally?” Piper interjected, “in which case, it really is a clan of sorts in the Scots way. With David as The Howard, the laird, as it were. Chieftain. That kind of thing. I dig it. A communal way of life, sharing the booty in more ways than one.”

“I love how you think, babe,” Kyle admitted, half-expecting a slap from Melanie that never materialized ... in fact, she winked at her cuckold hubby in approval.

“No harm in pet names, dear. None at all. We should all get used to using them constantly,” Melanie assured her husband, “besides, she’s not wrong. It’s a beautiful idea, a great plan.”

“That it is. All for one, one for all, as the Three Musketeers would say. I love, by the way, how these guys signed up to be with me mostly because of you two. They enjoyed both of you that much it seems that they couldn’t bear to never fuck you guys again. And that was just your mouths, is that right?” David congratulated the former Brewsters on their success at the mall in West Windsor Township.

“That’s correct. Honey, I never got as far as I planned. Nor did sweet Kyle here. Next would have been the butt sex, trust me. And pussy sex in my case. Take Curly here. I did. I took him down to my throat, sucking for dear life. Down to the root or base, in fact. My man Curly shuddered several times as I swallowed every bit of his spunk. He couldn’t help himself. He was just like that coffee brand. Good to the last drop. I do love the taste of a nice, white-hot load of jizz. I enjoy swallowing so fucking much it’s not funny!” Melanie revealed she was a genuine cum-slurping addict, just like her hubby.