Chapter 4

A month later...

I smirked as I saw the short, but slender and elegant teller in the local bank branch ensconsced in a corner of the major retail and supermarket chain store. She had very stylish, medium brown hair, perhaps a bit wavy in fact, and she smiled so sweetly when not speaking her rather syrupy Southern drawl. There was nothing crass or trashy about this girl, though she still didn’t strike me as a prig or prude. She was simply a rather cultured and polite young woman, whatever secrets she might keep.

I smiled softer myself as I walked up to her desk and she stared at me with some confusion as well as some kind of awe. There was a sudden sense that my presence was either auspicious or ominous and I could comprehend intuitively that she was more than a little intimidated by me. Her, a woman who would have had me tongue-tied just a month ago! Well, the worm really had turned, hadn’t it?

“Excuse me, sir, but how may I be of assistance? You have ... well, you’ve been very silent or quiet, you know, since you walked up to my desk,” the girl, whose nametag read “Audrey,” inquired of me at last.

She was stammering, I realized! She was so nervous as to develop at least a temporary speech impediment around me! Me, when for most life it would have been vice versa and it frequently was to my former, shy self. I smiled again at Audrey and reached over to gently touch her shoulder as if to comfort her. This was the first real test of my new powers, as my tribe and I had spent the past month becoming more intimate and fluid-bonding with each other until we were a completely integrated community or clan.

Also, I had spent much of that time, when not preparing for my revived cult of Baal and of Ashtaroth, impregnating as many of the female members of my extended family as I could. We had all also moved in with Aunt Nina and Uncle Ray, every last one of us. The family reunion had become quite permanent.

Instead of flinching at my forwardness, as Audrey might have in the past, she instinctively folded into me, as if seeking solace and comfort from my closer proximity. She leaned into me and let me pull her closer into my embrace. She blushed as she realized what she had done, but she didn’t pull away from my grasp at all. There was something about me that drew her to me like a moth to the flame, in spite of her high anxiety.

“I came here for you. For two purposes. One, to open up an account for this sum of money. Don’t ask or worry about where it came from, my dear Audrey. Just obey me. Just do as I say. Trust me, sweet Audrey. Now, come closer. After we deposit these funds, minus the cashout, of course, I want you to clock out early for the day and come with me,” I instructed Audrey, even as she finally noticed that I wasn’t alone.

“Yes ... yes, of course. What is your name, sir?” Audrey squirmed as she was now in the hot seat, feeling my aura, my power, my majesty as I deliberately denied her any personal space.

“Darius Rockford. It used to be Rochefort, but, well, a certain novel and a certain cheese motivated some of my ancestors to Anglicize the spelling. I’m Cajun, Scots-Irish, Lebanese, ... and Persian, believe it or not. Long story on that. Let’s just say that my great-grandfather served the Shah of Iran and leave it at that. It also means that my beard grows back within minutes or hours rather than days, if I bother to shave it, that is,” I explained in a way that made her laugh at my joke rather than worry about such a strange ancestry.

“I’m Audrey Papineau. Very Creole, rather than Cajun, to be precise. Imagine what kind of brood we’d have together, oui?” Audrey blushed again as she realized what she had just blurted, “oops, that was highly, well, something supposedly not right or correct, but I can’t for the life of me recall why. It just, well, at least it used to be frowned upon ... and I’m not used to such things.”

“Coarse or bawdy humor?” I reminded her of the taboo, but only because I wanted to break her of such scruples for good.

“Something like that. Anyway, well, I should apologize, but to be ... well, quite candid, I still can’t bring myself to say that word. I can’t fathom why, but when I try to apologize for such an outburst, it sticks in my throat and won’t come out. Do you have any idea of what I mean? Does that make any sense at all to you?” Audrey waxed very confused now at her own emotions.

“Audrey Genevieve Papineau, put your hands in mine and listen to me. Listen very closely, while looking into my eyes. You will never apologize for any kind of risque jokes or humor or wit again. You’ve done nothing wrong at all just now and you have no reason to offer any kind of excuse or apology whatsoever. You will never apologize for following your instincts, either. That is perfectly natural, no matter how much you have been bred to believe otherwise.

“Now, we are going to conduct this financial business, but then you are going to join my lovely companions and I for dinner. An exquisite dinner at a very high quality establishment, even if it a lower scale than what you’ve been trained to expect. The food is substantial and that is what counts,” I directed Audrey now as to exactly how to perform this particular financial service for me and she didn’t even remotely question me about it.

Once that bit of annoying red tape was cut, I took Audrey by the hand and led her away from her station. I walked over to her supervisor and she nervously began to apologize for whatever offense Audrey or anyone else might have caused me. It was truly heady wine, that sense of power over others. What all had Baal done to me, anyway? I smiled at the supervisor, offering my best attempt at charm.

“Don’t worry, Marilou. Audrey did nothing wrong. Au contraire, she has been a truly helpful and pleasant representative for your bank. You should commend her, and then let her off for the day. She just landed you an account just south of the FDIC limits. Think about that one before you even consider reprimanding such a stellar employee.

“Now, I am taking her out on a date, with me and my lovely companions, if you will. Be nice, and who knows how you might benefit as well, capice?” I reassured the supervisor, a very sweet and somewhat attractive plump lady with perhaps an excess of mascara on her face.

“Yes, yes, of course. Audrey, go home for the day. It won’t count against you. Think of it as ... as bonus personal time. Thank you for landing this account with Mr ... Mr ... I didn’t catch your name, sir,” Marilou wondered now.

“Rockford. Darius Rockford. Pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Pratt. That is your name, is it not? Marilou Pratt, nee Sevier, aged thirty-seven, originally from Shreveport. Grandmother was Creek, if I recall correctly,” I stopped myself as I realized that I knew things about Marilou that there was no way that I could find out by any normal method.

Baal hadn’t told me all of the perks of being his high priest, had he? I heard soft laughter in my ear. It wasn’t him. It was her. Ashtaroth. Evidently, she must have slipped me a gift or two without warning me first. Sweet! I wasn’t going to look a gift horse, or magical power, in this case, in the mouth. Damn, I owed that power couple big time!

“Um ... thank you, sir,” Marilou stuttered as she tried to figure out if I was some kind of spy or something.

I was very young to be that, right? Only nineteen and a month, after all. But then I projected an authority that belied my chronological age, didn’t I? And I had just shown a prescience that would unnerve anyone unprepared for it. She was only a regular person and would surely think that she was in this over her own head. And she would be right, of course.

“Now, princess, if you’ll come with me, I have a great many wonderful things to show you,” I told Audrey, who blushed as she took my hand and noticed the presence of so many lovely ladies.

“You’re not one of those ... Mormon guys, are you?” Audrey asked for the record, “or a mobster or spy, right?”

“Nope, nope, and again, nope. You will see very much who and what I am, in short order, I swear to you. For now, trust me, mon cherie. But know this. You’ve already taken the first step into a much broader understanding of the Cosmos, of this world and universe, this dimension, if you will. And you will not come to regret anything, I am confident of that much,” I assured my newest companion, though she didn’t quite perceive herself that way yet.

“Wait a second ... you’re not an alien, are you?” a weird thought just occurred to her, making me laugh.

“Again, no, but I give you credit for expanding your horizons in thinking of that. Now, come along. We don’t have all day. Our banquet awaits us! A feast for all senses! And at a bargain price that even those of us with means can appreciate,” I made Audrey cover her face as she laughed at herself.

“So, is this ... about ... sex? You’re after my body, right? I get the feeling that you could have easily had that, the way things have been of late. There’s not been much will to resist anyone’s sexual advances. It’s frankly been kind of refreshing, I won’t lie, has put an end to a lot of conflict about harassment or whatnot. Still, it also means that if you were out to get into my panties, this might be overkill,” Audrey thought aloud, but then added, “oh, my God, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not rambling, well, not in a charmless way, I should say. And yes, I do want your body. What man with a pulse and as many hormones who wasn’t gay wouldn’t want to bone you, to be perfectly frank. But this is not solely about that, my dear. As you say, I could have had you for the asking and you sensed correctly that this is the new wave of the future. You shall learn in the fulness of time, but until then, my dear, exercise a degree of patience and enjoy the journey without fretting over the destination,” I calmly, pleasantly admonished my latest lady.

“In any case, where are my manners? This tall drink of water is my sister, Kara. Kara, this is Audrey, as you can see. This little lady here is my fiancee, Ashley. Ashley, this is Audrey. This here is my mother, Jacqueline Rockford, but everyone calls her ‘Jackie,’ for short. Well, except for me. She is still ‘Mom’ or ‘Maman’ to me. These are my cousins, Chloe and Zoe. This is my Aunt Nina. This is my Aunt Janine. This is my future mother-in-law, Trina. My other aunts and the menfolk are elsewhere, performing other tasks, of course. Welcome to my inner circle, if you will,” I smiled at Audrey and she found herself blushing as she let me pull her in for another embrace.

“So, you’re ... engaged ... to be married? To this stunningly beautiful girl here? What need do you have of me, then? I’m just ... curious, you know. What could I possibly do for you that this drop dead gorgeous girl can’t do? Or is something less physical that you require of me, even if you indicated some interest in my body,” Audrey reflected even more confusion.

She still didn’t know how to process all of the social changes, even if she accepted many of them as imminent or irresistible. What was going on with me, she clearly still asked herself, particularly given that I introduced my sister before my fiancee. What was that about? Why not the other way around?

Also, why did she seem so young, even younger than what must be her age if she was my intended bride? She was clearly a teenager, in fact, but just how young? Sixteen? Seventeen? Possible, but unlikely. How many parents would sign off on that nowadays? That was something done in the old days of shotgun marriages, nothing more than that.

“You, my dear lady, are so much more than what you seem to think of yourself. In time, you will grasp your role here with me, but in the meantime, I have to fully initiate you into our ranks, as it were. As for my fiancee, you needn’t fret about her. She knows her place, just as the others do. As you will, given time,” I told Audrey as we climbed into my newest ride, a rather large van.

“Nice van there!” Audrey told me approvingly, even as she was ushered into a seat by Mom and Aunt Nina, both of them making themselves rather cozy next to her.

“Thank you. Now, buckle up and enjoy the ride. The journey, remember, not the destination,” I winked at Audrey, who blushed before winking back in spite of herself.

Speaking of rides, I thought, honey, you have no idea how much you’ll be ridden, among other things. It wasn’t just about sex, but that was definitely a big piece of the jigsaw puzzle. I was gonna savor my time seducing this fine specimen of womanhood. She was a rare find, if ever there ever was one. When I claimed her as one of my ladies, she would be ripe for the plucking, too, and that wouldn’t be as far off as some of you more romantic readers might hope. I was a horny youth as well as the high priest, after all.

During the ride, per my instructions, Mom and Aunt Nina made a point of fussing over Audrey, admiring her hair, her makeup, her nails, her clothes, etc. The usual, superficial things that women do to butter each other up, both my mother and auntie did in spades. Chloe and Zoe, however, were under orders to play up the whole twincest tease, both of seeming even closer than most twins would be, but without clearly marking their relationship as outright romantic or sexual. It was supposed to be homoerotic subtext, nothing more, yet to make Audrey a little off-balance as she contemplated the nature of their bond.

Trina and Aunt Janine were supposed to be all over my future bride, clucking over her like hens and everything, and they did just that. Ashley was supposed to act embarrassed at the attention, which would only make Audrey feel embarrassed for her in turn. They were also supposed to plant doubts as to Ashley’s legal status in Audrey’s mind, making her wonder if she really was jailbait or just barely adult. They were further supposed to imply teenage pregnancy and a possible shotgun marriage, if only to test the waters with my newest recruit.

As for Kara and I, we deliberately insinuated incest in ways that were not obvious, but would make it possible for Audrey to infer that from our behavior. I would touch Kara’s hand for a little longer than a brother typically would. She would do the same to me. The idea was to suggest mutual physical attraction without being brazen about any kind of relationship. I wanted to give the distinct impression, at least for now, that Kara and I lived in our own little world of brother and sister that could be construed as sexual, but only subconsciously.

If it sounded as I wanted Audrey to be a little uncomfortable and nervous, well, that was the idea. I wanted to jar any sense of normality that she had about the world more than a little. I wanted to shake her up and make her question her perception, to afraid to ask, but clearly confused and probably aroused on some level by all of these situational teases. I wanted her to question what she was taught about what was right and wrong, what lingered of the old morals that seemed to be so crucial in the past. If I, a clearly kind, smart, and yet manly guy, flouted social conventions, could it really be such a bad thing?

As we arrived at the location that I intended, a local restaurant run by a close family friend, I paid particular attention to Audrey and tried to sniff out any sexual arousal if there was any. Well, she had blushed scarlet by now, which suited her and really brought out her smile. I intentionally violated her personal space again by pulling her closer to me and lightly touching her face. She started toying with her hair as she felt my caress on her skin, not to mention biting her bottom lip in response. I inhaled her scent and I could tell that her pussy was wet through her natural smells.

“So, Audrey, I know the owner. Don’t worry. Just relax. If I know you, you’ll be treated very well by this guy. Who knows, he might even fall in love with you! I wouldn’t blame him if he did. My family certainly thinks highly of you, as you can tell,” I encouraged my petite companion to feel as if she was safest with me while gauging her reaction to the prospect of a smitten stranger.

“Darius! Bon soir! How good of you to come again! And your family, no less! You know that anyone in your tribe is more than welcome here! And who is this fetching young lady? I am Henri. Enchante’!” Henri Dauger inevitably kissed Audrey’s hand and announced himself charmed by her.

“I’m ... Audrey. Audrey Papineau. Thank you. Merci beaucoup. You’re rather charming yourself, if I may say so, sir,” Audrey awkwardly praised Henri, which made him brighten up and put him in a very good mood that night.

“Wine list first? I insist. I won’t be drinking, as I must drive, but you ladies absolutely should. Except for the pregnant ones, that is,” I suggested now.

“Um, honey, that’s all of us, except for Audrey, perhaps, in case you forgot,” Mom reminded as if I had truly forgotten.

I hadn’t, of course. It was another way to tease and test Audrey, by making her wonder what is in the water and why so many ladies were knocked up at once in my family. Yes, literally, by now, that was, every last woman of the family had missed her period and turned out to be knocked up. In just a month, one way or the other, the men of the family bred the women until all of the latter had conceived.

“Really, all of you, pregnant? Wow! Congratulations! Wait, you don’t all live together, do you? Wait ... you guys all do live together?” I saw the realization hit Audrey like a ton of bricks.

She was in the presence of an engaged man with a possibly underage fiancee, one who also had a very strong bond with the ladies of his family, all of us lived together, and every woman around him was pregnant. Only Audrey wasn’t pregnant, and she knew that, because she had last slept with her ex-boyfriend, Silvio Arturini, and that was just six weeks before. She couldn’t recall why they broke up, only that it was just after sex for some reason, a session that had gone very well up to that point.

Then again, no, wait, Audrey thought. She had run into Silvio again just a month ago, exactly a month ago, in fact. They somehow started drinking ... and reminiscing, even smoking a little weed. Before she knew it, she was in bed with him. They were definitely naked. And they absolutely did things. A lot of things, in fact. But only one of those things could produce a baby, of course, and that part only happened ... oh, wait five times between that evening and the next morning!

Audrey shivered as she realized that she could, in fact, be pregnant. Then again, she didn’t know if she was or wasn’t. She hadn’t missed her period, so it was highly improbable that she was knocked up by Silvio, and there had been no others, right? No, wait again, two days after that encounter with Silvio, there was the run in with the guy at the bakery, the one that she had been sure was gay. Well, he wasn’t gay when he took her back into one of the rooms behind the counter and fucked her good and hard.

Neither that guy nor Silvio had worn rubbers, either, though Silvio had never worn one during their relationship, anyway. For some reason, Audrey had just taken the Pill and trusted Silvio not to infect her with anything. She had also trusted that stranger at the bakery, come to think of it. Well, she hadn’t burned when she peed, so that was good at least.

Then there was the guy at that work party, the boyfriend of one of her colleagues, who had screwed her, also bareback, in one of the closets there. Something told Audrey that, in the past, she would not have done that last thing. Maybe those two other things, maybe not, but not the last thing. Well, not usually, anyway. Then there was her boss, Marilou, but she was a woman. That was definitely unusual for Audrey, to fool around with her boss, but that one night, just a week before this dinner, she had been drunk enough to let Marilou do things to her.

Neither of them had spoken of it since then, just as she hadn’t spoken to any of the others, but Audrey distinctly recalled Marilou licking her ass. Instead of feeling disgusted, though, Audrey had a very intense orgasm when that happened. Before she knew it, she had returned the favor without being grossed out at all by the mutual rimming.

It never occurred to either of them to worry about Marilou’s marital status, either. It was as if something had indeed changed, but just a tweak here or there. Things that used to be a little shocking or controversial no longer bothered anyone anymore. Certain boundaries of social propriety or moral scruples didn’t exist or were fading fast.

Were there other incidents? Yes, yes, there were, now that Audrey thought back. The florist who had invited her to the apartment above his shop on his lunch hour and had plowed her into next week. The movie usher who had slipped into the ladies’ room and lifted her skirt to fuck her over the sink during intermission. The Uber driver who had parked just long enough to eat her out before he had to go on another trip. That last one only bothered Audrey because she did nothing for him in return.

Then there was the pizza delivery girl. Oh, yes, her. Somehow, while tipping her, the two of them had ended up in a passionate French kiss and Audrey found her face between the lady’s thighs, the trousers conveniently out of the way. They didn’t have time for the girl to reciprocate, which also bothered Audrey, but she still relished the experience of tasting that girl’s snatch. She had also tipped her plenty of money, of course.

Oh, God, Audrey now remembered, this has been a very busy month for me, sexually speaking! She hadn’t even considered how unusual it was for her to be so promiscuous, and yet she had been quite wanton over the past month, literally the past month in fact. Was there, in fact, something in the water? Why am I so captivated by this stranger now that I would gladly have bent over for him already or put my legs on his shoulders right here at the table amidst the plates and glasses of water?

“Well, if you insist, and you ladies don’t mind, I would like a little Shiraz? Maybe a glass or two. Or three. If you don’t mind me getting a little sauced, that is. I’m just so ... unexpectedly nervous for some reason.

“Say, you haven’t noticed any ... odd behavior this past month, out of character for any of you, have you? Just things that don’t really bother you, but you realize that you really didn’t do in the past so much? Smoking cigarettes, marijuana, hashish? Drinking more than usual. Gambling? Or fucking around a lot more than you normally do? Maybe even bareback?” Audrey suddenly spoke her thoughts, unable to contain them any longer.

“Oh, there’s been a lot of fucking around on our parts, no doubt of that! Why do you think that we’re all pregnant? And yes, it was absolutely bareback. Every single time! Hence the said pregnancies. And then there is the lesbian stuff. Chloe and Zoe could tell you all about that in particular, right, girls? Those two won’t leave each other alone for long enough to go to the bathroom! I’m not in there with them, but it’s pretty obvious what they’re doing to each other in there!” Aunt Nina laughed as she ordered some ginger ale for herself.

I could smell Audrey moistening up at that point, her cunt juices really soaking her panties as she sat near me and reached for her first glass of a decent red. Her hands instinctively reached out to me and I lightly brushed them while she sat there quivering in a mix of arousal and anxiety. To say nothing of a lingering sense that something was odd or surreal about this social gathering.

“Touche! Hey, what do you expect? Twins are gonna be close, right? Besides, Zoe is rather yummy, don’t you think? Her pussy is really sweet and her ass is amazing!” Chloe freely confessed her mutual Sapphic deal.

“Right back at ya, sis! You’re not so bad yourself!” Zoe did a little Groucho Marx impression to top it off.

“So, you two are lesbians, then? Lovers? Girlfriends as well as sisters? You’re ... having twincest together?” Audrey smiled as she said it, not judging at all, just fascinated by it.

“Well, not gay ... gay. We fuck men, too! Men like our sweet cousin Darius here. We’ve gotten it on with him a lot, in fact. Whenever we fuck men, it’s always a threesome. We don’t do any guys separately at all. We’re a package deal, from dates to sex to anything else. It’s pretty fucking hot, don’t you think?” Chloe clarified.

“And so ... is Darius the father of your babies, then?” Audrey gulped as she asked this, one hand on her wine glass and the other one mysteriously on my thigh.

“Maybe, maybe not. We’ve fucked other men this month, too. But yes, that’s a distinct possibility. There’s no denying that. But who wouldn’t want Darius to sire brats on them, anyway? He’s a real catch, right, Ashley?” Zoe answered this time.

“Oh, definitely! I’ve lost count of how many times Darius has humped me, along with the other guys, of course. But every time he fucks me, I always get off. I always, always come with him! I’m such a lucky bitch, you know. A very fortunate slut, to have a very great guy like him as my fiance!

“Other women get to ride him and be ridden by him, yes, but I get to take him home to the marriage bed after saying our vows and have a great wedding night with him! I get to have him ‘consummate the marriage’ with me. I get to wear his engagement ring and later the wedding band on this finger, and to use his last name as mine! And this baby is probably his, but we can’t be sure, of course,” Ashley’s eyes brightened as she bragged about her status with me to Audrey.

“So, Darius ... you’ve been intimate with other women and Ashley has with other men. You both know about this, even the chance that her baby isn’t yours, and don’t seem concerned. In the past, I have a feeling that this would bother people, maybe even me, but right now, I’m just curious, even fascinated by all of this. Are you guys ... swingers? The twins, they’re among your regular partners, for instance? Your twin cousins, I mean,” Audrey spat out a lot of queries at once, so overwhelmed was she with the whole situation.

“Well, yes, we’re both currently intimate with each other and others, no doubt of that. Including the twins, as you noted. Ashley has slept with them, too, in case you wondered. No, I’m not worried about Ashley possibly carrying another man’s child. Even if that happens, we’ll have plenty of time for me to breed her myself. And it’s not like I’ve missed out. As noted, there is a very great chance that I have impregnated the twins.

“As for swingers, well, it’s a little more intense than that. Swingers often use protection, for instance, and only fool around in the presence of their primary partners. I never use condoms, the ladies have quit the Pill, and we’ve basically gone out of our way to ensure that they fall pregnant, either to me or one of the other guys. Swingers don’t usually try to fluid-bond with multiple regular partners. We do,” I smiled very sweetly at Audrey, not wishing to scold her at all for her sexual curiosity.

It was clearly a form of voyeurism, after all, on her part, which I found rather charming. It was what I wanted to happen, of course. I wanted Audrey to be highly stimulated and motivated by the end of the dinner and ready to fall into the lap of the family, to join us in bed and never look back. This was obviously a step in that ideal direction.

“So ... who are the women that might be pregnant by you? Besides Ashley and the twins, if anyone else? It’s not ... all of the women here, is it? Including your sister, your aunties, and your mother, or is it? Are you ... boning ... fucking them, too? What about Trina, your fiancee’s mother, for that matter?” Audrey blushed yet again as she contemplated the possibility that I might be intimate with every woman at the table, except for herself.

“Yes, naturally. The answer to that question is yes. I am intimate with all of these ladies, on a very frequent basis, in fact. Yes, it’s quite plausible that I could be the father of all of their children, though that’s far from the only scenario that could be true. We’re a very close family, Audrey. Even closer than you might imagine,” I confessed at last, watching Audrey for signs of any kind of horror or whatever.

“Mon Dieu! Sorry, I sometimes break into French when ... you know, some kind of amazing thing happens like this! I’m not even a strictly native speaker. I’m Louisiana Creole, after all, just as you are Cajun ... and, well, Persian, right? I’m kinda bilingual that way, that’s all. Say, you don’t speak fluent Farsi, do you? That’s a language that I haven’t dare to attempt to learn!” Audrey rattled on, clearly unnerved, but hardly judgmental.

“Yes, in fact, I do speak fluent Farsi. Maybe I’ll speak it in bed tonight while I’m fucking you. You do know that I’m going to take you home tonight and have my way with you. You’re hardly naive, after all. But this isn’t just about taking you to bed on the first date, which I think should be standard, anyway. This is about adopting you ... into the family. Into the tribe. We want you to be one of us, my dear. If it helps, just think of yourself as my maitresse for now,” I brazenly told Audrey my intentions for her now.

“Your ... mistress, you mean. In the classic French sense. As in a paramour. A kept woman. A lover who isn’t your own wife. Well, that’s ... charmingly Continental of you, isn’t it? I had more or less surmised that you wanted to sleep with me, of course, but to have it put into those kinds of words, well ... very sophisticated, isn’t it? Mother may I, right?” Audrey gulped a little again as she realized that I was playing for keeps.