Chapter 14

“Konrad ... it’s really you!” Karen leaned over and kissed me as if we had never been estranged at all.

“It’s me, sis. Alive and ... well, as well as can be expected, given everything. What was our little feud about, anyway?” I asked my freckled, pale, rather pleasantly plump ginger of a sister.

“You left the Lutheran Church, remember? Mom and Dad forgave you quickly, didn’t care as much, but I was a seminary student back then. Well, as you can see, I kinda left that career track and went into nursing. So sorry that I was so stubborn and foolish, little brother. Nothing like seeing your baby brother on a hospital bed to drive home how easily I could lose him for good,” Karen pulled rank, reminding me that, at forty-five, she was older than me.

“Wait, I thought that you were an only child!” Katie laughed before hugging my sister, followed by Amber.

“Sorry if I created that impression, but no, I have a big sister!” I told my cuties, both of whom kissed me now with even more passion.

“Wow, bro, you’ve ... been busy! Any chance for a little ... incest?” Karen whispered in my ear now.

“When I’ve recovered, sure. Why not? I see that you’re a heathen like me now,” I winked at my sister as she licked her lips and then fed me from the tray.

“Mmm ... Stacey would be so jealous of that tray right now!” Amber commented.

“That is so true. She’d be green with envy!” Katie snickered as Karen planted a lip lock on both ladies.

“I don’t know who Stacey is, or what that’s about, but I can tell you guys this much. I’m done with Sylvester, that’s my husband, and everything that he stands for, in fact. And I’m moving in with my brother now. I don’t care where he lives, but I’m moving in with him. I’m gonna stay with him for the rest of my fucking life, and I don’t care what the consequences are now. I’m only keeping his wedding band long enough to fuck my own brother with it on my hand. That would be the final insult that he deserves!” Karen stage-whispered as she kissed me even harder now.

“Sounds like we’ll need to expand the Society beyond twenty-four members, won’t we?” I grinned now.

“It’s worth it to have your own sister among us. It just has to be multiples of six or even three, as Jack explained to me the other day. As long as we do the numerology right, we can add your sister to the mix, babe, and be even happier for it. How does ... thirty members sound to you ... including Jeannie, if you don’t mind my suggestion?

“I know that you’ve let her break into your place repeatedly. I figured it out by now. You let her break into your place and steal things so that she doesn’t rob others. That’s love, whether you want to admit it or not. You’re just mad that she got herself hurt this time,” Christy insisted.

“Well, there is Julie ... I’ve thought of her, but I didn’t want to mess things up for us,” Katie interjected.

“Julie?” I asked my lovely pixie slut.

“My big sister, Master,” Katie told me, “she’d love to ride this ... ride you ... like a bronco, too.”

“Julie sounds nice enough. Jeannie’s a bit deranged, but you have a point, Christy. I do ... sorta have feelings for her ... and we kinda fooled around for a bit, until I pushed her to quit crime and she asked me to give up other lovers. Neither of us would budge, both of us being stubborn and all that jazz. Guess which lifestyle got who nearly killed in a house fire? It wasn’t the lechery! Though I caught a bullet myself, so I can’t judge too much. She’s still a bit nutty and a bit of a stalker,” I poked some fun at myself in the midst of my rant.

“Alright, so Jeannie, too, then. Got it. Twenty-seven members down, three to go,” Amber winked at me now.

“Yep, Karen, Julie, and Jeannie. If they all go for it,” Katie winked at us.

“Oh, they will. Even Jeannie. I’d stake my life on it. My ex-husband here is a hard act to follow, a hard man when you need one most, and a very hard habit to break. And between us, we’ll set her straight. Count on it, babe,” Christy asserted with a kiss for all before she walked away for now.

“You married her? You let her go?” Karen shook her head for a second with disbelief.

“Long story, sis. A very long story, trust me. As you can tell, I’m not exactly the faithful, family man type,” I chuckled in spite of the pain.