Chapter 7

Three days later...

“I have to admit ... Eugene’s heart was the tastiest part of him. He took a little longer to finish off, but then he was a porker, wasn’t he? A nice, hearty Riesling and a rice pilaf go well with long pig, I dare say. We’ll definitely have to do this again, won’t we? With some other prick, that is,” Reba commented as she patted her belly in satiation.

“Always grab the porkers, though. We can live well off the likes of them. Always mean, nasty guys who are also porkers, agreed? And my favorite part was his liver. Nice and fatty!” Kyra snickered as she wiped her mouth and recalled with disgust that she had once desired to lick her own mother’s butt.

Nowadays, she only wanted to rim Jake and Cheyenne, no one else. Luckily, Reba was free of that weird mother-daughter lesbian incest thing, too. In fact, Reba turned up her nose at even the thought of lesbian incest ... yuck ... how could Kyra and Cheyenne stand it? Oh, well, that was their problem, not hers. Brock and Barbara Jean were enough for her now that they had found a truly Christian solution: Biblical polygamy ... okay, not totally Biblical, given the lezzie stuff, but at least that helped the sister-wives bond.

“The good thing about eating folks with fatty livers ... you save them from dying of cirrhosis, a far worse way to go ... and their deaths actually do some good in this world. Here’s to our new Dolcett way of life!” Brock raised a glass in a toast to their new cannibalistic lifestyle.

“So, what’s for dessert?” Jake asked eagerly now, while Cheyenne slid onto his lap to ride her own brother right in front of Van, her estranged husband.

“A special treat! Glazed buns ... yummy! We held this back from the main course for precisely this plan ... honey-smeared, so they’re literally sweet cheeks ... Bon appetit! By the way, speaking of ass, do you like mine, bro?” Cheyenne asked Jake as she began bouncing up and down on his exposed cock.

“Oh, God, yes! Big sis ... you’re awesome ... both sisters are awesome!” Jake cleverly forestalled any jealousy from Kyra, his other sister, who started making out with both of them.

“You know what’s awesome? Jesus Christ, who forgave me my adultery and led Brock, Reba, and me into Christian polygamy, as authorized in Scripture. You know, Jesus even used plural marriage in a parable, so clearly he approved of it. It’s not adultery ... if the married man is your husband, too!” Barbara Jean smiled as she held hands with Reba under the table and both of them winked at a very lucky and happy Brock.

If Brock looked even more smug than usual, he had cause to be, didn’t he? He now had two wives instead of just one and both were women he adored. Sure, Reba being a ginger, she still could be a handful, but it was worth it to have two women who didn’t try to tear each other’s hair out anymore. Since the three of them were all lovers together, there was no cause for jealousy or strife, was there? It still didn’t stop Reba from being snarky to Barbara Jean at times and vice versa.

“Barbara Jean, remember that tonight I am the meat in the sandwich ... tomorrow, it’s Brock, and then it’s you the night afterward,” Reba reminded her.

“Trust me, I won’t meddle in your marriage at all ... would I do that?” Barbara Jean acted innocent before Reba stared at her and then she blushed, “yeah, I guess that I would, but now we’re sharing, so there’s no reason to fret, okay? Jesus is helping me be less selfish with our shared husband, just as he did for Rachel and Leah in the Bible.”