Chapter 10

What I should have expected, but somehow didn’t, was the sheer number of ladies who would be there ... and some folks as well. How did half of them even get there, anyway? That part really had me confused. Then again, my mother had just turned out to be a practicing witch. Some things that I once dismissed as likely superstition might well prove to be true. At least it wasn’t any of that Jesus Freak crap. No one needed their warped morals and values, did they?

“So ... wow, what is this, an intervention?” I laughed as I noticed how many folks were in the room with me.

“In a way, bro, yes. Look, I know that you’ve got a lot on your plate, but it’s high time that you accepted your new role as cock of the walk without looking back or feeling so much self-doubt about it, okay? Sometimes, babe, good things happen to you. Yes, even to you. Try not to be the eternal pessimist, okay?” Julie told me as she slid up to me, still very naked, of course.

“Look, son ... I don’t know how long I’ll be around to um ... pitch in here, okay? We have to think of the future, and with so many ladies ... and even some guys, determined to ... enjoy you, well, you get the picture. We need to make plans. I have a funny feeling that most of your lovers will ultimately want to live with you, male and female alike. Maybe even all of them in time.

“I’m a bit of a stud, I dare say I fancy myself such. A proper Italian stallion, with apologies to Sly Stallone, and all that jazz ... the trouble is that my health isn’t as ... robust as it used to be. I fully intend to keep fucking around as long as I breathe, but the day is likely coming when I croak, probably after a lengthy romp in the sack. I don’t know how long that will be. One year, six, or even a decade if I push it.

“When that day comes, you’ll be the true man of the house in every way that counts. You’ll be responsible for your mother, stepmothers, and sister, among others, of course. By then, I hope, you’ll be married to Julie and have plenty of brats popped out under the rotating care of the harem, if you will. The sooner you get used to regularly humping my wives as well as yours, though, the better. Who knows for sure just how fertile I actually am, after all,” Dad read me the Riot Act in his own gruff, but loving fashion.

“So, with that in mind, we’ve proposed some ... changes. For instance, as soon as we can arrange it, we’ll pool our money and get a new place large enough to house all of your intimate partners for the future. You might well get plenty of guests, of course, but we’re speaking of those lovers who wish to ... live with you ... with all of us.

“A big part of this is ... how do I put this ... sharing a bedroom ... and a bed, with your fiancee. We want you and Julie to sleep together regularly. Obviously, you’ll often have a third or even fourth party in bed with you two, and that’s fine. I just speak in terms of sharing the actual bed for sleep and cuddling, among other things. And the room ... you’re going to be man and wife. You need to get used to sharing the most intimate spaces with each other,” Mom continued for Dad, proving what a real partner she was when she wished to be.

“I’ll say!” Julie joked, implying something else entirely.

“Cute, but that remains a huge part of it, no doubt. Look at it this way. The bed that you use might be smaller, but it won’t be half as crowded as your father’s bed is about to be, what with him and three ladies in it. If you want to see your sister naked regularly, you’ll have plenty of chances ... or even half-naked, in bra, panties, and such,” Noelle commented next.

“Not to mention how great it feels to have a woman’s breasts squished against you, her arms and legs around you. To hear her soft breath and feel her smooth skin against yours, to caress her lovely hair, that kind of thing. It’s like having a teddy bear, but even softer, bigger, and cuter. And very much alive, unlike a stuffed animal,” Rania put in her two cents.

“Well, I have to warn you, though, bro, that I fully intend to start wearing some of your shirts ... sometimes while only in panties or boxers ... or bottomless entirely. I see it as proof that I’m your woman, well, your official, primary lady, and that we are very much a true couple. I see it constantly in the media and cinema with American couples, after all. A real sign of intimacy, stealing the man’s shirts and wearing them!” Julie winked at me as she said that.

“Actually, I must confess that I find that image charming. It’s as if the lady wants to be so close to the guy that she wants to smell his scent on her and leave hers behind on his clothes. She wants to feel his clothes on her skin. Going around like a much prettier version of Tom Cruise, so casually half-naked ... damn, it’s sexy! Very intimate, rather vulnerable, even adorable,” I freely admitted now.

Julie practically did a somersault when she heard that statement come out of my mouth, of course. It was a pity that she didn’t yet. A naked ginger doing somersaults ... really sweet image, if you ask me. That was especially true when that naked ginger was someone as delightful as my sweet sister (the step part seemed increasingly wrong). She was my sister ... and my future bride ... and I fully intended to keep her.

“Why don’t we start tonight? Sharing a bed effective tonight, I mean. What do you think, sis?” I proposed now, “we can move the stuff as necessary, but the sooner I can spoon her, so much the better.”

“Oh, brother ... I hoped that you would say that! And tonight, I plan to wear just one of your T-shirts, nothing else. Don’t worry about the cold. We’ll bundle up under lots of blankets to cope. And my sweet, loving brother who is also my fiance can keep me warm with his body. Imagine how great that will be! It should be my bedroom, though, tonight. I have a larger bed, after all. Nice and comfy, too! And now it’s your bed, too, bro ... husband ... Master!” Julie proposed, being how she was.

“That all sounds very nice. But what else is going on here?” I probed into what else might have prompted so many teachers and students to appear in my living room.

I saw not only Mom, Dad, Noelle, and Rania, but also Principal Jamie Lazaro, the school nurse Raquel Ortiz, her daughter Vanessa, my homeroom teacher Fabia Dominguez, Ms. Nadia Kostova, Coach Aletheia Venizelos, Claire Donovan, Kevin Connally, Tamara Kodec, Missy Larsen, Tanya Pugachev, Miriam Stoltz, Lizzie Farnsworth, Kayla Chang, Heather Pryce, Jenny Marquez, her twin sister Penny, Sarika Kumar, Michelle Southall, her brother Myles, Myles’s boyfriend, Allen Cottonwood, Boyd Lamont, and Dawn Duchamp. Damn, I thought, I have quite the collection of love interests ... and that was just counting the ones that I knew and remembered by name.

The next sight really stopped me short. Roger and Nicole Lamont. What the fuck were they doing here? For that matter, what was Mr. Vandal? Bert Bamberg made sense, sure, given his continued crush on Julie, but what else was going on here? Why was Coach Hammersley here, for that matter? They weren’t into me, after all, at least from what I could tell, so why were they all present? There were some other grown-ups that I didn’t recognize, including a black couple dressed very sharply and properly, ill at ease with everyone else here. Also out of place was the pale, prim, and proper couple glaring at me from one of the sofas.

What the actual hell? Were these ... the Duchamps ... and the Farnsworths, Dawn’s and Lizzie’s parents? I also saw a rather attractive, if foreign-looking woman in her late thirties, smoking a cigarette and adding to the discomfort for everyone else. Who the Devil was she again? She certainly wasn’t dressed half as modestly as the Jehovah’s Witness and Mormon couples who stared daggers at me from across the room. She coughed a little, presumably a smoker’s cough, but she also ogled me in such a frankly sexual manner that I couldn’t ignore it.

“So ... what’s the deal with such a large crowd, in any case?” I blurted at last.

“Well, our business here is brief. We’re here to give Dawn a clear choice. You can stay here, yes, if you wish, but you will be disfellowshipped, you will be disowned, and when Armageddon comes, you will suffer the judgment and wrath of Jehovah. Those are your choices, Dawn. The path of faith or that of annihilation. You know what’s at stake. You’re old enough now. But if you make the wrong decision now, there’s no turning back. You know your Watchtower. You know what we believe. That’s up to you,” Gerard Duchamp now warned Dawn rather bluntly.

“Dawn, dear girl, we love you with all of our heart, and it’s breaking to think that we could be separated for the rest of our lives, let alone for eternity, but this is the choice that Jehovah laid out before you. As Moses told the Israelites, ‘I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing. Therefore, choose life, that you may live.’ I will pray for you, but we can’t let you come home if you’re going to be immoral, to play the harlot, the whore in our home. Make your choice now, Dawn Josephine Duchamp,” Genevieve Duchamp pressed her daughter now.

“Then, goodbye. Because I choose Jack. I love him. That’s that. I don’t care that I have to share him. In fact, I love him even more because he has such a big heart ... as well as a big, well, you know. I love you guys, but if Jehovah really matters more to you than your daughter, that’s your choice and you will have to live with it. The worst that might happen with my choice is that I will have to die with it,” Dawn defied her parents, much to my surprise.

Most teens talked a brave game of resistance and defiance of their parents, but how many could actually go through with that? We were all hard-wired to seek parental blessing, after all. That was deeply rooted psychology, and I knew that even at my age. I had incredible respect for Dawn after that. I saw her reach out to hug her parents, and both of them spurn her embrace, clearly letting her know that her exile was immediate.

“I think that you will change your tune when Armageddon happens and Jehovah sends Christ Jesus to annihilate all of the sinners on Earth. You are standing in the lot with the sinners right now, and that path leads only to destruction. Do you really wish to be caught up in all of that? That is what you are choosing by becoming an apostate,” Gerard warned his daughter yet again.

“Your father and I are very worried for you. We do not want our only daughter dying for the sake of a little pleasure in sin for a season. Is it really worth it, Dawn? We named you that because we had such hopes that you would live for the great dawn of Jehovah’s Kingdom which comes after Armageddon when Christ reigns on Earth in Jehovah’s name,” Genevieve persisted.

“Sorry, Mom and Dad, but I would rather die as a sinner with the man that I love ... and these others I care about ... who accept me as I am, than to live under the tyranny of Jehovah and Christ until they decide that I don’t make the cut and destroy me, anyway,” Dawn stood her ground yet again.

“May God forgive you ... all of you. Take care of our little girl, guys,” Gerard told us as he took his wife by the hand and they walked out of the place.

“So ... that means that...,” I cleared my throat as Dawn nodded after the door closed on the Duchamps.

“It means that you live here now and that we hereby consider you our daughter, okay? That’s just how it is. You love our son and our daughter? This is your new home, Dawn. You can stay in Jack’s old room, at least for now. You did a very brave thing and I don’t know if I’d have the courage to do what you just did,” Dad boldly declared, bringing tears to her eyes as well as Mom’s, Noelle’s, and Rania’s.

“Well, I think that you’ve figured out what we think, but it’s the same kind of ultimatum, albeit with the backing of the true Church. We won’t excommunicate you, of course. That is up to the bishop, but you have to know that there will be real consequences in terms of our relationship. You just turned eighteen? Fine for you.

“You’re a grown woman and will have to face your Heavenly Father when you close your eyes for the last time. You can forget a temple recommend. You’ll be lucky to even be allowed in the ward. You’re kissing a fine future with a good LDS husband and God’s blessing with many children away, you know. Forget BYU or whatever else you once anticipated out of your life ... and yes, forget any share of the family estate. It’s up to you,” Ronald Farnsworth insisted now.

“For the love of God, please, Lizzie ... don’t do this! Don’t break our hearts how Dawn broke her parents’! Don’t throw away eternity together as a family for the sake of some silly crush!” Edna Farnsworth pleaded with her daughter just as Dawn’s mother had.

“No, Mom. I love you, but if Dawn can be brave, so can I. I ... I love him. We love him! So, just face facts. You’re going to have grandchildren, and it will be up to you whether or not you get to see them,” Lizzie stunned me even more.

“But we can spend eternity together ... why would you choose outer darkness instead of the light and eternity with your family, Lizzie? With a good man, not a whoremonger like this Jack guy? He’s destined for a very unpleasant fate in eternity. You don’t have to go with him! I know what I speak of ... I hold the priesthood, after all.

“I’m no bishop, but I am the spiritual head of this family. I will be in the Celestial Kingdom, as will your mother with me ... and your brothers and sisters. Why would you choose him instead of us? Are you really in love with him? Does he love you back if he has these other women?” Ronald admonished his daughter one last time.

“Joseph Smith and Brigham Young had other women. Did they love any of their wives less? You like to hide the truth of polygamy, but let’s be frank. It’s not just in the past. It’s in current doctrine as well. It’s in the ordinances of sealing and eternal, celestial marriage for time and eternity. In the Celestial Kingdom, you will have other wives besides Mom, because you will be a god. Will you love Mom any less for that?

“Quite frankly, I have found my patriarch, if you will, I adore him, and he’s a lot more to my taste than anyone who you might intend for me. I’d rather find one who will be there for me in this life, because the next one is only a promise without any evidence that it will be kept. That’s the trouble with living by faith. It leaves you open to be scammed.

“I have the internet, Mom and Dad. I have done a lot of research over the past couple of days that has really opened my eyes to what a fraud the Church is carrying out ... mostly for tithe money and such. Goodbye, Mom and Dad. I love you, but where you go, I can’t follow and vice versa,” Lizzie choked back tears as she bid her family farewell.

Dawn was one thing, but for Lizzie to dare to break away from such staunch Mormon beliefs as she expressed only last Monday ... what was at the bottom of that? Was this really all due to Mom’s magic, and if not, what was it that caused such things? What did this mean for all of us, I mused to myself as the Farnsworths stormed away in a huff.

“So, Lizzie ... you’re going to live with us, too? Shouldn’t she get to share my old bed with Dawn?” I asked my parents.

“Absolutely!” Noelle proposed, “it’s by far the most practical way to handle such things.”

“Totally! Welcome to our home, Lizzie ... and Dawn! Welcome to both of you and thank you for loving our son so much!” Mom embraced both girls now.

“Oh, this is gonna be like a sleepover that never ends! I love it already!” Rania exclaimed.

“Looks like we have two brand new daughters, then!” Dad pulled both girls close for a hug.

“So, that brings us into the equation. I don’t know how to put this. I’ve realized that ... well, things have progressed a bit in our marriage ... to the point that, well, we want to experiment a bit more with sharing. I just hope that I haven’t actually signed the death warrant on my marriage by telling you this. We’ve granted each other some ... hall passes at times, but we’ve never fully opened the marriage ... until now,” Roger Lamont looked very worried and uncomfortable, less about the sharing and more about possibly losing his wife.

“Are you worried about your size, dear? There’s nothing wrong with your size, okay? It’s a very fine, very decent sized cock, ma cherie! I just need regular ... more regular jumbo ... wieners. Not to replace yours! Yours lets me recover from when they get me sore, now! Yours feels good without hurting me ... but sometimes, I need ... the pain, the discomfort, the stretching, if you will. Especially of late!” Nicole Lamont’s distinct Haitian accent reflected her emotions very well.

She was very much in earnest. Mom winked at me, as if to say that her magic was a large part of why Mrs. Lamont could no longer resist those urges. She had made every woman in the community who wasn’t already one a size queen. It also seemed likely that she made those already size queens even more so. Mom had definitely done me a good turn, but I hoped that she hadn’t wrecked the Lamont marriage in the process.

“Don’t worry, dear. They’ll be fine. We’ll make sure of it. I won’t let you go astray,” Mom whispered in my ear, sensing my discomfort.

What a woman, right? Whatever her faults, my mother clearly gave a damn about people. Well, whatever faults they were, I wouldn’t include her hypersexuality among them, but like all of us, she had her share of vices. She was flesh and blood, after all, and the divorce wasn’t all Dad’s fault. Nor was it all hers. They were human, my parents, and by now, I not only accepted that, but also included Rania and Noelle among them.