Chapter 59: The Easter Story - Epilogue

We always made Easter a special day for the O’Dell family. We did a pancake breakfast, then went to church and then did an Easter egg hunt. It was a wonderful time, even more wonderful than birthdays or anniversaries or Christmas or Thanksgiving.

This would be a special Easter. It was Margaret Erin, Penelope Erin, and Paula Erin’s final year in college and their coming release out into the real world. I hope the world was ready for them. Margaret Erin would be a lawyer, Penelope Erin would be a teacher and Paula Erin was my nerd and whatever her computer science degree would let her get away with, she would get away with.

Easter would also be special because all of the Herd (they had all graduated into the Herd as they got older) would be home for the holiday. Margaret Erin, Penelope Erin, Paula Erin, Amy Erin, Beth Erin, Clara Erin, Hanna Erin, Elyse Erin, Abby Erin, Diane Erin, James Erin, Sean Erin, Genevieve Lynn, Erin Lynn, Martha Lynn, Wanda Lynn, Paul Lynn, Benjamin Lynn, Blossom Lynn, Elizabeth Lynn, Gwenyth Blossom, William Blossom, and Roger Blossom were now all high school students or above.

Twenty-three children, plus Dara and Trent’s four, Paul Dara, Dara Trent, Lynn Trent, Trent Dara, when they arrived the next day. I put them up in the mother-in-law apartment we built above the six car garage we built next to the RV barn. All of mine and my wives’ kids were between college and high school age now and thanks to all the bunk beds in the bedrooms everyone had a place to sleep.

In spite of being apart for their college years, Margaret Erin, Penelope Erin, and Paula Erin slept together as they had before splitting up to different colleges. Judging from the sidelong glances when they were told about the sleeping arrangements, there would not be a lot of sleeping going on, also much like in the past.

It had never been a secret that many of my daughters shared some sexual adventures with each other. I had often wondered about them and my son’s, but the boys assured me that they had never done anything with their sisters. They grew up watching the girls and their moms running around naked so they didn’t get crazy about it.

Paul Lynn and I had a serious heart to heart one day and he openly admitted that he and his brothers had never had any sexual contact with his sisters, but that the sisters had begun setting the boys up with their very promiscuous girlfriends beginning in junior high school. The boys both said that seeing girls at school with clothes on was quite the thrill and both admitted to getting erections watching girls in school with clothes on.

Lynn, Erin, and Blossom had a group meeting with all of the daughters and without the attendance of the boys. My wives told me that they had a talk about sex and sexuality. It was not a huge birds and bees lecture. All of the girls knew about sex, but we taught them that their ‘ginas (they still called them that from when they were little) were to be treated as something that was special to them and precious and that they should welcome a man into their bodies only under special conditions that each of them would have to set for themselves.

They also admitted to playing around with each other, but never having touched their brothers. There was something about Taylor Erin getting yelled at for touching my penis when she was little that stuck with them. In spite of always running around the house naked, they had never wanted to touch their brothers and only Margaret Erin ever openly admitted to me to wanting me to be her first. I was surprised that no one reacted in shock to her revelation. I guess she had shared her fantasy with the rest of the family long ago.

On Easter morning everyone gathered in the kitchen and pitched in on the set up, preparation and cooking of the massive pancake breakfast, our family tradition. The girls split duty breaking eggs and measuring out the mix and milk. The girls kept asking the moms if they wanted to make any milk contributions. They all laughed until all three moms stepped forward and began to milk their still lactating breasts into measuring cups.

“I’ll miss this mother,” Paula said to Erin with a tear in her eye, that quickly spread to many others.

When the eggs and milk and mix were put into the two big 5-gallon stainless steel pots, the boys went to01 work with the power drills that had the paint mixer blades on them. Finally, the rest of the girls began ladling the mix onto Blossom’s huge flat grill out on the deck. They poured on a ladle full of mix for each pancake and they managed to cook 24 at a time.

The girls who had done the eggs had cleaned up their portion of the work and began pouring the glasses of OJ and taking them on trays to the ballroom. The six boys stacked the pancakes four high on plates and had three huge trays full before carrying them to the ballroom where we all ate together. I was proud of my sons as they all had turned into the finest young men I knew.

Also, William Blossom ended up being hung bigger than me. And his sisters always drove that point home to his brothers. He always told them that it was because he was a Texan and things from Texas are always bigger.

When we were done, and the cleanup was finished, everyone went to their rooms and got dressed before we all climbed on our RV bus. We had finally decided that Erin was right, and we got the bus when Erin finally said she was done having babies. We pulled out the row seats and put in individual seats. The babies in the front and the eldest kids in the back. We also installed front and rear AC and heater units, tinted the windows and had “Taylor Erin’s Savannah #2” painted on both of its flowered sides.

Our tour bus was #1, of course, with its comfy seats that converted into individual beds like in airplanes First Class. We added them after Blossom had Roger. And added more as Erin popped out more babies. But the school bus was for driving around town and always drew whistles and cheers from those who saw it.

After loading the entire Herd onto the bus, we went to church. It was the first time in a very long time that the entire Herd attended on the same Sunday and we walked in to the laughter, joy, and amazement of the congregation. Our old friends were so happy to see all of us together again that some of the older ladies actually cried.

I always looked forward to singing with my family and especially Margaret Erin. The kids sometimes sang harmony when it was appropriate, and they made sure to never out sing the rest of the congregation, as they thought it would make it look like they were showing off in front of God and everybody.

At the end of the service, each one of the family shook hands with the old pastor and his recent replacement as we left. We got back on the bus and I drove us back to Taylor Erin’s Savannah, stopping long enough for the kids to again look at the lighted gate. Then I got one of the big treats of my life as all of the kids went to their respective rooms and then returned downstairs nude.

I hugged my wives and repeated the words I had said so very often.

“You ladies sure did make some beautiful babies.”

I shook my head and looked at my wives, kissing each and taking a draw on each of their breasts. Lynn smiled and nodded her head towards the stairs, and I followed my wives beautiful butts up the stairs and into our bedroom. Yes, they were more mature and yes, they were a bit wider and yes, I still got a boner every time I climbed the stairs behind them. As we ascended the stairs and the head of my penis ascended towards the heavens, I could hear some of the kids giggle below us.

“OK, stud, strip!” Erin demanded once we were in our bedroom.

She peeled the huge cups off of her still massive breasts, while Lynn and Blossom quickly stripped, before helping me. Why did they always think that I needed help taking my clothes off? Then Blossom produced a small, bright yellow box and gave it to Erin. She then handed a bright red box to Lynn and gave a bright royal blue box to me. Erin then handed Blossom a shiny brown one.

“OK, the kids have asked us to wear these. Open your box,” Lynn said.

I opened my box and found a large fuzzy royal blue ball. I picked it up and found that it was attached to a stainless-steel butt plug. My wives each held up their own colored fuzzy bunny tail.

“Come on Sweetie, let’s put them in,” Blossom giggled as she took Erin’s hand.

We formed the circle we had often formed to wash and to make love and passed around the KY gel. I pushed Lynn’s butt plug into her still attractive bottom, leaving a slight hickey before I finished. Lynn inserted Erin’s into her long-time lover’s glorious pillowy ass. Erin inserted Blossom’s into her still tiny butt, giving her a finishing smack on her little brown cheeks. Finally, Blossom pushed mine into me after which all three of my life partners and wives, gave me three hickies on my right butt cheek. We stood and walked and wiggled around.

“Wow! We are just so damned cute,” Erin said, looking at her ass in the rooms full length mirror.

After we each checked ourselves out in the mirror, the four of us faced each other and did our four-way kiss before walking downstairs to our Herd. We got downstairs to find the house empty. We walked back through the kitchen to see through the windows that the entire Herd was out in the yard. I had the feeling that something was up. All of Erin’s children were grouped together, as were all of Lynn’s and all of Blossom’s. The four of us walked out onto the deck and down to the side of the huge hot tub we had installed after the kids got old enough that we didn’t have to worry about accidental drowning. When we stepped onto the grass, our kids surrounded us, with the children moving my wives around until they were grouped with their mothers.

“Now!’ Margaret Erin called out.

All of the kids turned around and bent over to show that they were all wearing big fuzzy bunny tail butt plugs that were each half royal blue and half of their mother’s color. They shook them at us and laughed with a lot of joy. I looked around at my beautiful daughter’s butts and pussies and my sons strong bottoms. They were indeed beautiful or handsome. They stood and turned and ran to us so they could give kisses to their mothers and me. Yes, my sons kissed me on the lips like they had done growing up. I’m such a softy. My eyes were trying to drain all the moisture out of my body.