Chapter 31

“Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.”
― Carl Sandburg

“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
― Marcel Proust

0925 hours, local time
Wednesday, 31 December, 2014 (Christmas Eve)
Oglebay Mansion, Oglebay Park,
Wheeling, West Virginia

“Do you, Willard, take this woman, Katie, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” the Prophet Charles Tremaine asked Willard G. Baines, the closest thing that Wheeling had to a business magnate these days.

“I do,” Willard grinned, the wrinkles and silver hair combed neatly with graying sideburns, marking this as a distinctly May-December union.

Specifically, Willard was taking a second wife while still married to Nancy Hannah Baines, his bride’s mother. This girl wasn’t just his newlywed wife ... she was also his very own stepdaughter. She was also pregnant twice over, with twins, one by Willard, one by Charles Tremaine himself. It was considered an honor to breed with anyone in the Tremaine family, but especially the Prophet himself. In fact, it was now increasingly customary for the Prophet and/or Mike Hawkins, or one of the others, to breed the bride the very morning of the wedding, just half an hour to a full hour. While they did that, the bridegroom was encouraged to mate with a lady or two or maybe even a chap from said tribe. That way the bride went to the altar with a fresh creampie or two and the groom did so with his prick still soaked in certain bodily fluids.

It was obviously the trend nowadays for men and women to take on multiple spouses of both sexes, reflecting the general bisexuality, promiscuity, and other tendencies of the emerging community. There was a marked tendency, in fact, for these extra spouses to be friends and family, such as was the case here with a stepfather and stepdaughter. To make sure that no one was left out, usually everyone in the group would wed that person, too. As was the case here. Nancy already intended to marry Katie, too, once her husband ... correction, their husband took her to wife.

The fact that Nancy was also pregnant by Willard and Charles was just the cherry on top of the lechery sundae, right? They weren’t obvious, of course, this early on, with only the angel Lavelle confirming that both ladies were in fact knocked up that very morning. The wedding night was likely to be very interesting indeed, with the inevitable classic threesome being incestuous as so many of them were these days. The way that Charles, Willard, Justine, Katie, and Nancy did their little orgy was only slightly out of the norm for the new tradition. They would hopefully add another precedent to the practice.

“Do you, Katie, take this man, Willard, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Charles now turned to the petite young lady, who had a “skunk hair” bob and glasses, for her own vows.

“I do,” Katie beamed as she looked up at her new husband, who was still her stepfather, too.

Katie had a crush on Willard ever since she was fourteen, some four years before. Yes, the bride was barely eighteen, as it happened. He was tall, burly, friendly, even jovial whenever something serious didn’t require more gravitas. She hadn’t quite realized how she adored the guy until she started jilling off to him in the shower (so nobody would overhear her moans of “Daddy,” of course). She had cut the inside folds of her pussy with her jagged fingernails more than once due to the ruthless way that she frigged herself, believe it or not.

“Then, by the power vested in me as the Prophet of the true God of Heaven, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Charles intoned, quite pleased that the mother didn’t wait for her turn before joining that makeout session.

“Now, will Nancy please present herself for her own wedding ... to her own daughter? That’s good. Are you ready, Mrs. Baines ... and Mrs. Baines?” Charles laughed at the fact that both ladies, mother and daughter, really were united in matrimony to the same man now.

“Yes!” the ladies even answered in unison, clearly eager to go forward with this Sapphic ceremony.

“Do you, Nancy, take this woman, Katie, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Charles asked the mother first.

“I do,” Nancy smiled as she thought of rimming her daughter’s sweet, petite ass ... it was like eating soft serve ice cream at times ... or reminded her of that kind of pleasure.