Chapter 176

1045 hours, local time
Saturday, 13 September, 2014
Adam Clarke Plaza
Burlington, CO

It was a tearful farewell for all of us, especially Godiva, who kissed me passionately in a way that no sister typically did to her brother in the recent past. She quickly emerged as the new leader of the community, even more than the Mayor, Charlie Gordon, and the other people in charge of the community and congregation (which were essentially synonymous by now). The reason for this wasn’t difficult to glean, either, before and after Tiffany and she suddenly attached themselves to the Gordon’s as additional wives.

“She has declared herself your sister and you didn’t refuse her that honor. As far as everyone is concerned, she is your sister now, sister to the Prophet. It’s not clear if the same adoptive status applies to Tiffany, but she is treated as a member of your family, as a Clarke, even if not a member of the household or tribe. They are both absolute nudists, too, and you seemed to endorse that notion, at least in principle. So, for the record, do you consider Tiffany your sister by adoption and do you support absolute nudity?” Charlie explained while slowly pulling his fingers out of Tania’s anus, which caused her to pout.

Tania licked his fingers out of her own ass while winking at me and suggesting that I sodomize her soon ... with a very different appendage. I chuckled, loving how my little Russian slut could be so raunchy, of course. I did my best to enjoy the scene without being distracted by it.

“Yes, on both counts. She’s my sister by adoption, just like Godiva, which makes you my double brother-in-law, being married to both them. Yes, I fully support the idea of the absolute nudity thing as much as can be practical in a state like Colorado with all of that snow. In effect, those who wish to publicly embrace the movement toward absolute nudity should demonstrate that by burning all non-essential and non-holiday or not cosplay clothing in an open bonfire right here in the plaza. Other than those exceptions, they will be true blue, committed nudists now. Obviously, shoes and socks are exceptions for practical reasons when hiking, camping, and running, etc.,” I declared, even as I heard a cough.

“Actually, there is no adoption necessary. I’m their father as well as yours. Godiva and Tiffany are both your half-sisters by the same local woman, Mary Beth Currant. She was a lesbian, but agreed to let me breed her so that she could be a mother. She died of ovarian cancer in 2012, just the year before Fireball Day. Her partner, Wanda, committed suicide immediately after holding the funeral and setting all household affairs. They are your sisters, but I wanted to wait to reveal this until after you impregnated them, which you have by now,” my father, the Archangel Raphael announced now, much to everyone’s surprise.

“As for the other fathers, in both cases, it’s your husbands, all four of them, plus God, plus Charlie Gordon and Ewan Bunch. All of the local women, girls, and futanari have you five, plus three other baby daddies for a total of eight. The population of futanari will explode, of course. As elsewhere, Burlington will contribute to the emergence of futanari as effectively the third sex worldwide.