The locals as far away as Las Vegas know the best time to hike to Zion National Park is in the deep fall. Especially anyone who wants to avoid the massive crowds that inundate the park during the spring and summer months. Like many National Parks in the United States, Zion now transports visitors into the park via shuttle bus. Or, you go out of season starting on November 15th.
That's why I'm here. You can drive into the park, find your favorite trail, and take a wondrous day hike without a lot of company. In fact, most of the harder trails are virtually uninhabited during this time of the year.
Living the western dream, I have a Jeep. It's not a great Jeep, but it's my Jeep and I love taking it on my frequent day trips. I live and work in Las Vegas; yes we have the 'Strip' and all the hoopla that goes along with that part of the city, but Vegas's is quite a diverse and thriving modern city.
I'm a statistical mathematician working for a local medical actuary. My Monday through Friday job is all about numbers and trends. While my weekends are all about getting out of the city and enjoying the outdoor lifestyle. You know hiking, off roading, all that outdoorsy stuff. Being a self confirmed bachelor at 28, I simply love the solitude of being alone. There's always lots to do, when there's a lot of 'Nothing' to do it in.
I get up early and drive to Zion with plenty of time for my hike. Today I'm going up to 'Angels Landing'. This is a nasty little hike of 5.4 miles, with some major uphill climbs. However, once you get to the top, you know why it's named 'Angels Landing'. I park the Jeep in an older, little used parking lot, the shuttle buses avoid.
I quickly get my day pack out of the back. I've got plenty of water, food, med kit, extra socks, matches, compass, and of course my SLR digital camera. My hike up to the 'landing' is perfectly devoid of humanity. Everything is perfect, the cottonwoods along the river are decked out in the brilliant yellows of deep fall. The sounds of the birds and small animals abound, as I walk along. But it's the smell of the cool morning with just a hint of the winter to come, that makes this extra special.
I stop often to take pictures of the world class scenery, or some plant / animal of interest. All in all, it takes me a little under four hours to get to the top, and back down from 'Angels Landing'. I still have some daylight left, so I decide to take another smaller trail across from the parking lot.
The walking here is much flatter and more attractive for people with families. The trail is wide with no drop offs, or anything interesting for me. Just about the time I'm about to head back, the trail turns to the right and starts to climb towards an interesting cliff face.
Happy that I've found a trail that has some uphill to it, I start up. A few minutes of steady climbing, I pause to take a look around me. That's when I see them. An unusual family of four. They're walking back down the trail towards me in a definite predetermined order. Father, Mother, and twin little girls.
The apparent Father is older, likely in his late fifties, or early sixties, dressed in blue coverall, a plaid long sleeve shirt and some mid calf leather boots.
The Mother is tall just under 6 foot and in her mid twenties. She's dressed in a long full length calico blue dress, with a white long sleeve light jacket. Her hair is up in a tight bun, covered with some type of draping white bonnet that ties under the chin. Oooh, and she's cover model beautiful, fair complexion with striking dark blue eyes.
The twin blonde haired girls are around nine or ten years old. They're the spitting image of their Mother, only in miniature, right down to the color of their dresses. The only differences being coats of dark navy blue.
By holding still they don't see me until they're about 15 feet away. The man's startled expression is unnerving. He quickly looks around to see if I'm alone. Deciding that I'm not a threat to him or the rest of the family. He starts back down the trail, along with his family. As he walks by, I get nothing, not a glance, not anything. The mother and the girls follow the old man, keeping their eyes averted, their emotions unreadable. Feeling like I'm all by myself, I start back up the trail.
That's when I remember reading an article about some of the weird religious sects in this area. One in particular caught my attention. This specific sec had many unusual beliefs and customs, including the marriage to under aged girls, some as young as twelve years old. The most interesting part was the premarital arrangements. It seems that to raise money, this sec would auction off young girls to the highest bidders. The prettier the girl the more you had to donate to the cult.
Shit, I think I just saw an actual family from that sec. WOW, I guess even the weirdest family would like hiking in the wondrous beauty of this picturesque canyon. Laughing to myself I continue up the trail. My fellow hikers long forgotten, I get up to the cliff face, where I find a small clear mirror pool of water. A few cool pictures later, I head back down the trail.
My descent down the trail is rapid, nearly a run. As the sun goes behind the canyon rim, I come upon a scene out of hell. My fellow hikers have been attacked by a very violent person or persons. The Father is crumpled up beside the trail laying on his side in a dark pool of blood. I can't see his head in the growing dark, but I think it's missing. The beautiful Mom is leaning back against a rock. A savage slash has cut her open from collar bone, to naval.
I'm about to throw up, when I see her slight hand movement. Flying into action I rush to her side, but there's simply nothing I can do. She looks up at me, the light in her eyes starting to fade.
“Please help them!” she moans painfully, “Rocks at the fork, you'll find them there!”
I have never felt so helpless in all my life, all I can do is hold her hand, “Call Lester Hamilton, attorney at law, he'll help you. Please don't let the 'Warden' have them! Please, save my babies!” she coughs out, and with one last ragged breath leaves this world.
Still holding her hand, “I'll do my best to find and care for them! I promise...”
I look around suddenly very afraid for myself, and now for a couple of orphaned twin girls. Nothing, no sound, no movement, nothing. I lay her hand down gently. I look about for a backpack, or a purse, something with identification. Again striking out, I decide to get moving, and move fast.
I have no idea what forks, or rocks she's talking about, but I need to try and find those girls. I start back down the darkening trail at a reckless pace. At the bottom of the climb the trail goes to the left and the right. Fucking shit! Which way should I take... wait this is a fork in the trail. I look about in near panic, and sure enough there's a giant set of boulders just down the left hand trail, maybe fifty feet away.
I'm running out of options, and it's nearly dark. If they aren't there, I'll have to get the authorities out here to help. I know their mother wouldn't want that... probably this 'Warden' guy has some way to claim the twins. No doubt some type of cult leader trick! Trusting to luck I approach the boulder with utmost caution and stealth. There appears to be some type of crack, or small opening on the south side of the rocks.
I can't see crap, but decide to call out softly to the girls, “Hey, if you're behind the rocks, your Mom sent me to find you girls. We need to get out of here, like now! There's some really bad people close by, and we need to leave before they come this way.”
I'm so scared I'm actually holding my breath. Nothing, there's likely nothing behind that fucking rock. As I continue to listen intently for the girls, my ears actually start to hurt. I'm getting sick to my stomach again, all I can see is their Mother lying against that rock bleeding out, but still trying to save her little girls.
Nothing, not a god damn sound of any kind, no bugs buzzing about, no wind blowing through the trees, nothing, nothing at all. I'm moments away from giving up, when I hear a slight movement from behind the rock.
Then a soft whisper asks, “How do we know Mama sent you?”
Damn she's got me there, thinking fast I respond, “Because she told me where to find you behind these rocks. Please we need to leave!” I beg.
For a few more seconds, again nothing, then the live oak brush in front of the rock moves, and the twins walk out in front of me. They're not the same little girls I saw on the trail, these two are just as scared as I am, probably more. They've lost their little white bonnets, and their hair has fallen out of the tight buns. Now in pigtails, it hangs down across their chests.
We are running on empty now, no light and definitely no time. Without another word I rushed forward, and taking a little girl in each arm, picked them up. Trying to minimize our tracks, I head back the way I came.
The girls don't say a thing, but now I have two pairs of small arms wrapped around my neck. Going down a dark trail with two girls in my arms is just plain crazy, but I keep remembering their Mother. She used her dying breath to save these two, so hero, or not... I've got to try.
A few hundred yards down the trail the little girl in my right arm whispers, “There's a short cut down to the river. My Papa uses it to get us back to our truck. The river isn't very deep, and he lets us wade across, holding his hand. It's just around the next corner.”
Another fifty yards, or so, the main trail starts to curve to the right. Just past the apex, I can kinda make out a break between several of the rocks lying along the edge. Sure enough it's the beginning of a steep trail that heads downward toward the 'Virgin River'. Now that I'm on solid rock I set the girls down. The little girl on the right takes my right hand, and the one on the left the other. We start down this narrow rocky trail.
The little girl holding my right hand leading the way. Following her lead, we all stumble our way down the short cut. About half way down, we hear our pursuers on the trail above us. Squatting down among the rocks around us; we huddle together not making a sound.
Up on the main trail we hear at least two, or three men talking as they walk along. “Shit we're so fucked, I told you to wait until we had the girls, before you offed their parents. But no... you had to rush things. Now those two little whores are in the wind. We'll never find them in the dark! They can't have gone far. No food or water, they'll be easy to find tomorrow morning!” says one of them.
Another voice in the dark immediately barks back, “Well Fred, next time you can be in charge, you worthless fuck! James, you still got the package for the 'Warden', right?”
James, the final voice, quickly answers, “Yes, but we need to get it on ice, before it starts to stink. Seriously, why'd we have to do that! I'm all for punishing the guy, but...” We never get to hear him finish, as they round the corner moving out of ear shot.
That's when I hear the girls, they're both starting to cry softly. Taking a deep breath, I pull them to their feet. The rest of the way down, is a fucking nightmare. I don't know the trail and now I'm basically dragging two extremely distraught little girls down it in the dark.
At last we come out on a narrow trail that runs along the river bank. The sound of the rushing water is quieter here, more spread out. I think this is the shallow spot, the girl on the right, was talking about. Well soon find out!
Still dragging them along, I take them down the bank between two river willows, and into the cold waters of the 'Virgin River'. The water is only up to my knees here, and not nearly as swift as I thought it would be. The footing is good, mostly small gravel mixed with sand. The short trip across the river is thankfully without incident. My new charges are clearly at the end of their collective rope.
I pause before coming out of the river; looking around I find a good spot where I won't leave any tracks, squat down, and pick up the girls again. Thankfully, the three quarter moon has finally made an appearance from behind some scattered clouds. In fact, I can see the distant flashes of lightning from a gathering thunder storm. The storm is building to the north of the canyon where the mountains are much higher. Gods above please let it rain. With no tracks, those assholes will never find these two, or me.
I gaze about in the moonlight darkness, instantly recognizing where I am. The girls and I are not too far from the Jeep. I take us along the river trail to the right, until I find one of the main trails up to the parking lot. There under the trees is a newish white club cab, F350 Ford diesel truck. Having a flash of insight, I set the girls down next to the truck.
Still crying softly, I ask them, “Did your Papa hide a key somewhere under the truck in case he lost his keys?”
Unexpectedly, the little girl on the left, lets go of my hand and walks to the rear of the truck, reaching under the steel bumper. She fishes around for a few seconds, before pulling out a magnetic key box. Coming back to me, she hands me the box. Inside is a single door key. I open the door, but don't touch the door handle.
I point at the door, “Okay, if there's something you want, get it now! Be quick, we need to get out of here, real soon!” I tell them flatly.
The girls still sniffling open the front door, and hit the master 'unlock', opening the rear door. Like twin wraiths they move about in the dark truck gathering stuff. Finally one of them, I don't know which, finds her Mother's purse and wallet. Opening the wallet up, she gets out a couple of family photos. Now crying again she puts the wallet back inside the purse, before setting it once again on the floor board.
Backing out of their truck, they close the doors, hitting the lock. One of them hands me the key, and walks over to take her sister's hand. I quickly put the key back in the magnetic box, and with every bit of strength I have, throw it toward the river.
I hold out my hands to them. Each of them is now wearing a medium sized backpack with what remains of their lives inside. As we walk across the parking lot, I angle us towards the left, and my Jeep.
Once at the Jeep I hurriedly opened the doors, laying down the seat until the back was flat. I always have a sleeping bag folded in the back just in case of an emergency, or I decide to camp out someplace.
Anyway, I opened the back gate and window. Moving the sleeping bag, and emergency road kit out of the way, I throw my backpack inside, before pointing for the girls to hop up. The twins taking the hint quickly get into the back of the Jeep.
“Lay down and don't move unless you have to!” I instruct. The twins taking off their backpacks lay down. A few seconds later they are holding each other. As they start to cry again, I cover them up from head to foot with the sleeping bag. My heart breaks for these two little girls, I get in the Jeep and without turning on the lights, start to drive us out of the deserted park.
There's just enough moon light for me to see the road, keeping it slow I don't have to use the brakes until I get down to the big RV 'Off Season' camp site. I ease the Jeep into the campground, and slowly creep down one of the rows. Now among the parked RV's, I turn on the lights and drive out the other entrance. It's only a short drive to the park exit, and hopefully our getaway.
As I near the 'Exit', I call back over my shoulder, “Quiet now! Lay flat and don't move!”
Pulling up to the 'Exit' the bored Forest Ranger waves me through with a smile. I wave back and roll through with my load of human cargo. Finally breathing a sigh of relief I relax a little, while I work my way out through all the tourist crap. Once I'm back on the main road, I bump my speed up to just over the posted speed limit. Not too fast, not too slow, I take us back towards Las Vegas.
I have enough fuel to get us back without stopping, and then it hits me. The emotional wall of going through the last few hours slams into me with the force of a runaway train. Emotionally drained, I sit in the driver's seat, tearing up myself, and started crying for the first time in a long time.
What the fuck have I done. How will the authorities view me taking these two orphaned waifs out of state, and away from whatever family they might have. Shit, I'm so fucking screwed, I realize that this has to be some type of kidnapping, or child abduction. No matter how this plays out I'm guilty of taking these girls without any type of parental, or family consent.
I look behind me at the lightning flashes to the north. Our friend the thunder storm continues to build, and hopefully rain on Zion.
After about an hour I called back to the twins, “It's okay you can come out now!”
My Jeep, like most, comes with tinted windows all around, except the main windshield. I listen behind me, as the girls cautiously come out of hiding. I hear them whispering about something, then a few more sniffles from one. Then one blond headed little girl pokes her head between the seats, followed a few seconds later by the other. They both look pretty rough, eyes swollen and drying tears still streaking their cheeks.
Driving along in the dark, it's hard to take a good look at my new charges, and keep the Jeep on the road. I'm now deep in the high plains desert, so the road is pretty straight.
I decide the next moves are up to me, so I start simple with my name, “Hi, my name is Korben. What are yours?” I ask simply.
The girl nearest to me speaks up first, “Hi Korben, my name is Kaylee and my sister's name is Kacy.” says the 'Right side girl'.
Past our names, what next? Shit I can barely have a coherent conversation with an adult woman, let alone two little girls. Still pondering what to say next.
Kaylee saves me, “You don't talk much, just like Kacy. She doesn't talk much either, except to me and Ma...” she stops looking away.
I can only wait until Kaylee's ready to talk again. A few quiet sniffles later, Kaylee turns back to me. Taking a deep breath, and looking over at Kacy, she asks me, the one question I wish I didn't have to answer, “Do you know what happened to Mama and Papa?”
Tearing up myself, I look hopelessly at the twins, no way to lie my way out of this one. They heard the men talking on the trail above us, they just want some final closure, “They are both gone! Those bad men hurt them very badly, and they died. I couldn't help them, but your Mama told me where to find you. She sent me to find you, so one day you would understand how much she loved the both of you. She asked me to take care of you... and I said I would!”
Kacy's sorrowful moan is quickly followed by one from Kaylee. Sobbing together they retreat into the back of the Jeep to grieve. A few minutes later I hear Kaylee's broken whisper, “Thank you, Korben!”
The drive back to Las Vegas is taking an eternity. I'm so tired the last few miles on the outer ring road are nothing but a dreamless blur. I live on the far west side of town in a small ranch style home in the rolling foothills that came with 4.5 acres of land. I love it, and it's noiseless solitude.
I turn off the ring road, and work my way down all the secondary roads until I get on the dirt road to home. A few minutes later I pull onto the cement pad before my two car garage. Putting the Jeep in park, I sat there tired to the bone.
Then I hear a tentative whisper from Kaylee, “Is this our new home, Korben?”
My head still resting back against the seat, eyes still closed in mind, numbing anguish for what's just happened to these little girls. I'm suddenly filled with a terrible resolve, and purpose. I answered her calmly, “Yes, Kaylee! This is home!”
I hit the fob on my keychain, and the garage door opened. Sliding out of my seat I walk behind the Jeep to let the girls out of the back. Kaylee comes out first, but Kacy, curled up in a fetal position, is in no condition to get out on her own. Luckily, she is laying on the sleeping bag. As gently as possible, I pull her towards the back. Bending down I scoop her up. She cries out for her Mama, but leans into me as I carry her into the house.
Kaylee has opened the back door for Kacy and me. I walk through the kitchen, great room, and into the guest bedroom. I lay her down on the hand made quilt, before turning to see Kaylee watching from the hallway. She has turned on the lights behind me.
This is the first time I've seen her in the light, since we passed on the trail. Kaylee is a mess, dirt everywhere, her hair still in braided pigtails, with frayed wisps hanging out everywhere. Her long calico dress is filthy as well. The only clean spot on her is her tear streaked cheeks.
Shit, I'm probably not much cleaner myself. Not knowing what to do, I held out my hand to her. She looks at my hand and then up at me. In a rush she's suddenly against the front of me. Her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. With a quiet sob she begins to cry again. Pulling her arms from around my waist, I kneel to take this wounded child into my arms.
Holding her tight, I feel another little hand on my shoulder and the muffled sound from another child grieving. Opening my arms again, Kacy joins us. All I can do is cry with them, and hold them as tight as possible.
I don't know how long we cry as one, but I never let them go. I will never let them go. Somewhere along the way, we laid down in the middle of the floor. I wake up with the faint glow of the sun coming through the window. I'm on my back with the sleeping twin on either side of me tucked in close. Without moving I nod back off for a little more rest.
As my mind tries to wake up, I hear something out of place. It sounds like whispering, yea... that's it whispering, between little girls. Shit what a crazy dream I was having, murder, death, and little girls, WOW... Is that fucked up, or what!
Wait there it is again, whispering, little girl whispering. Then as I woke up, my swift movement startled the twins. Kaylee holds her ground, but Kacy has moved behind her sister.
Smiling at Kaylee, “Sorry, I thought I was dreaming. I didn't mean to scare you!” I apologize.
Kaylee smiling back, lets Kacy scoot closer, as we sit staring at each other, “Good morning, Korben. How did you sleep?” she asks politely.
Realizing we are still sitting in the middle of the floor, I finally get a close look at these two beautiful little girls. They are drop dead gorgeous, just like their mother. Then I realize they're not dressed in those long calico dresses, but some type of slip like under garment. The white under dress is vastly cleaner, but it's also made of an ultra fine, see-through material.
Kaylee followed my eyes, “It's called a 'wife shift'. We wore these inside our old home. Papa liked the three of us to wear them around the house. Sometimes he would raise Mama's up and take her kitty. He wasn't allowed to take us in the kitty, we needed to stay a virgin for the 'Warden'. But usually on Friday or Saturday night, Mama would help us clean ourselves for Papa. He liked butt sex!”
Damn our first decent conversation and it's about child abuse. Trying to look away from ogling the twins, Kacy giggles, “Kaylee, why is he turning red?” she asks, speaking for the first time.
Kaylee frowned at her sister, “Well silly, why don't you ask him! He's sitting right there!” she counters.
Kacy, squaring her shoulders, looks up boldly, “Mr. Korben, why is your face turning red?” she asks, obviously proud of herself.
Damn these two are going to drive me crazy, turning even redder, I finally answer, “I'm not used to having such pretty young ladies come to stay with me!”
Kacy is okay with my answer, but Kaylee isn't buying it, “Korben, that's only a half truth. If this is our new home, then you as the 'husband' and we as the 'wives' have to tell the truth.” she politely instructs me.
Speechless, I sat in the middle of the floor, looking in awed disbelief at the girls. As Kaylee's words slowly sink in, I'm only now beginning to understand the twin responsibilities I've unwittingly inherited. Unable to answer, I simply lay back down on the floor, and look up at the ceiling. Soon both girls are leaning over me, concern written on their beautiful faces.
Kacy breaks the silence, “Is he okay Kaylee, what did we say to make him fall over like that?” she asks, deeply concerned for my welfare.
Kaylee just looks down at me, and smiles, “He's okay. He just is not used to having two young wives come to stay with him, that's all!” Kaylee blows a kiss down to me.
Kacy watching her sisters antics, “He knows about sex and stuff right. He promised our Mother to take care of us, he won't set us aside will he?” she goes on nearly panicking.
I look from Kacy back to Kaylee, “No, he won't set us aside, Kacy! We just need to help him become a good husband, and father!” with that she leans down to kiss me softly on the lips.
Kacy following suit leans in to give me another soft kiss on the lips. Still unable to move I close my eyes enjoying the lingering after effects of their kisses.
Kaylee, watching to see if I'll move, tells Kacy, “Maybe some breakfast will help revive him!” she chuckles.
Opening one eye, I watch Kaylee standing up. With the sun shining behind her, Kaylee's lithe young girl body is clearly visible beneath her 'wife shift'. Motioning for Kacy to follow, they walk towards the door. The translucent material of their 'wife shift' continues to provide me with a lecherous view of their hot preteen bodies.
Before they can walk out I ask, “Kaylee, how long do I have?”
Kaylee glancing over her shoulder, smiles impishly, “Two days, Korben! By the oath you swore to my dying mother, you have two days to take us into your family. Two days, or you must return us to our old home, and the 'Warden'!” she states nonchalantly.
Closing my eyes again, shit I'm so fucked here. I haven't had a girlfriend in years, and now twin wives. Damn, I don't even know how old they are, or how legal preteen marriages are in the state of Nevada, or can I have more than one wife, preteen or not in the state of Nevada. Not to mention, child abduction, kidnapping, not reporting a capital crime, shit I might as well call an 'Uber' right now for the State Penitentiary. I should really start serving my triple digit sentence, as soon as possible.
Finally, I open my eyes again to see Kacy standing in the doorway. Smiling Kacy walks over to me. She quickly kneels down to talk, “Good you're still awake! Are you feeling better. Kaylee said I should keep an eye on you, while she cooks some breakfast.” she starts to prattle on.
It would seem that Kacy has found her voice. Lying there I listen to her prattle on about the house, or how pretty the sun is shining through the windows, all the things a normal little girl would talk about. Not one that has recently lost her parents to a horrific criminal act.
When Kacy runs down, she asks simply, “Mr. Korben, why did your face turn so red?”
I finally answer, “I'm not used to having such pretty young ladies come to stay with me! That's only half the truth... Kaylee was right. I was ashamed and embarrassed because I could see more of you than is socially acceptable.”
Kacy's confused frown is priceless, “I don't understand Korben. Can you please explain that to me?” she asks unconcerned by her ignorance.
Breathing deeply, I just go for it, “I can see all of you through your 'wife shift', and I liked what I saw!” I explain turning red again.
Kacy's peel of youthful laughter is like walking through new fallen snow, or watching the sunrise over the mountains of the high desert, it's simply perfect.
“You're silly Korben! The 'wife shift' is meant for the man to enjoy his wife's body, and want to take her to him. To give her the gift of his seed. The 'wife shift' symbolizes her love for her husband. That she's there for him. Kaylee and I are wearing our 'wife shift' for you!”
With that she leans down giving me a much longer kiss of welcome. A chuckle from the doorway lets us know that Kaylee has been watching, and listening to her sister's instructions to her newly betrothed.
Kaylee looks at me lying on the floor, “So Kacy, did Korben answer your question?” she inquires frankly.
Kacy beaming with happiness, “Yep, he didn't understand why we are wearing our 'wife shift'. He thought he was being bad by looking at us, with a man's desire. I explained the 'wife shift' is to show our love for him. That he can take us, and give us the gift of his seed. Then I kissed him long and hard.” she pauses, “Kaylee is it okay to show him how happy he makes me?” she asks, her voice lowering an octave.
Laughing at her slutty sister, Kaylee nods her head, “Sure, go for it! Then both of you come to eat.” Then with evil intent she looks at me, “You better get your ass up, and come to breakfast, or the next time I walk in here it'll be with a bucket of ice water!” she threatens.
Kaylee, walking out of the room, leaves Kacy alone with me. Kacy is probably starving by now, gets up on her knees. With a casual flick of her hand she raises her shift up and over her narrow hips. Naked from the waist down, she lifts her leg over my prone torso at the waist. The view of her hairless preteen genitalia is overpowering, even more so when I realize that she is soaking wet with arousal. The sweet light musky smell of her aroused flesh, is almost as mind numbing, as finding out you're betrothed to a pair of preteen twins.
Only this mind numbing high is of an erotic nature, and is coupled to the unexpected growth happening between my legs. Kacy lying down on top of me, wraps her small arms around my chest... her head resting just below my chin. Kacy, facing away from me, hasn't a clue of the effect she's having on me.
I quickly decide to enjoy myself for as long as I can. It's a simple first step towards an unknown future with the twins.
With exaggerated slowness I lift my arms upwards to wrap them around the soft warmth of Kacy's preteen body. She feels wonderful, all lusciously feminine. She smells terrible... sour sweet, dirt, grime, and the acid scent of fear. But beneath all that, almost buried by last night's horror... is the fresh pure scent of a little girl.
Moaning deeply, Kacy whispers softly, “Korben, that feels really nice!”
My dick at full mast, lurks like a hidden behemoth in my dirty khakis. Ignoring my growing need, I run my hands up and down her back, massaging the tenseness there. I cautiously let them wander lower up and over the sheer material of her shift to the bare skin beyond.
Kacy's shiver of pure erotic pleasure is quickly followed by her low purr of surprised acceptance.
Arching her back slightly, Kacy offers herself to me, “Yes, betrothed your touch is most welcome!” she coos heavily.
My hands continuing their casual decent, soon find the top of her buttocks. Pausing for a moment, I let my fingers trace along the gentle slopes leading up to the lean roundness of her preteen ass. Kacy's urgent groan signals her enjoyment and the growing need for my touch. Happy to please her, I simply reach down and grab her butt. Kneading the firmness beneath my hands... Kacy giggling and squealing happily tries to escape my playful grip.
Letting her go, she settles back down giving me a loving squeeze. I quickly wrap her in my arms and growling like a bear gives her a massive bear hug.
Kacy looking up spots her sister in the doorway, “Hi Kaylee... I got him to move! See he's better now!” she beams proudly.
Kaylee, smiling at me and then her sister, laughs, “Thank you Korben. She needed a distraction after last night!” she says, looking away.
Kacy hopping off, lets me quickly stand, and walk to the doorway, where Kaylee waits with her back turned, “And what about you Kaylee? What can I do for you? What do you need?”
Turning Kaylee rushes into my arms... mutters quietly into my chest, “I need a good man, a husband to love me, and my sister. I want our children to grow up and marry who they want, not whored-out to a bunch of old men for money.” she expounds emotionally.
It hits me then... the complexity of her language, the use of very specific terms! These are not simply children, but young adults each with the knowledge of a world hidden from the outside. Each already knows the rules governing their lives...
“Kaylee, will you please explain all this to me over breakfast.” I tell her quickly. Squatting down I let a giggling Kacy climb onto my back, and off to breakfast we go.
In the kitchen Kacy sits contently in my lap, while Kaylee fusses about the kitchen. A few minutes later Kaylee has the scrambled egg, and bacon cooked, divided up and in front of us.
Ravenous we eat quickly, before Kaylee explains, “When Mom asked you to take care of us, and you promised her you would. We became your betrothed. You have by law 24 hours unless otherwise arranged to consummate a marriage. Since there are two of us you get 48 hours. You also need our consent. In Utah the age of consent is ten years and older. Kacy and I had our 10th birthday two weeks ago. I think to make everything completely legal, you need to have us examined to ensure we're virgins. If we have been tainted, then you don't have to marry us. If we're virgins, and you don't want us, then the oath you swore to our dying Mother will haunt you forever!”
“WOW, and all that to consider before 11 am in the morning.” I mumble silently.
I reluctantly set Kacy on the chair beside me: walking over to my home office, I get my laptop. Logging 'ON', I pull up a web browser. Using google I type in “Utah News Headlines”, and hit 'ENTER'. The first story is the one I expected, “Double Murder Victims Found on Zion Hiking Trail”. I click the article open and start to read. “Few details have been made available on the double murder victims found this morning in Zion National Park. Overnight rain has complicated the search for clues into the vicious murders of two members of the 'Return to Glory' religious sec. Identification of the victims are being withheld pending family notification.
Huump, no mention of the girls, or that they're missing. I think the 'Warden' is doing everything he can to hide the facts that two girls are missing in Zion National Park. Closing the computer, the twins are watching me like a couple of hungry hawks.
I look towards my future wives asking, “Do either of you know why this 'Warden' guy would want to hurt your parents?” I ask delicately.
Kacy, starting to tear up, climbs back in my lap, needing someone to hold her. Kaylee isn't happy but answers as best she can.
In a broken voice, “I think so! The 'Warden' told Papa he wanted our consent to move us from home to the 'Residence'. That's where the 'special' girls are trained. Starting at 12 years old the 'special' girls are offered up to the highest bidder. Most start at $100K, while really pretty ones are offered for as much as $500K. If you want an ultra young wife you can buy her. The auctions are held twice a year. One in the New Year, another in July.” pausing to catch her breath and blow her nose she continues, “The 'Warden' wanted us way too early said Papa. We shouldn't start our 'special' girl classes for another year or so. The 'Warden' said he would decide when we were available, not Papa. Papa said he would pay extra money to keep us at home. Then Mama and Papa sent letters to some important people and the 'Warden' got in trouble. That was months ago. I guess the 'Warden' still wants us to come to the 'Residence'!” she concludes, starting to cry along with Kacy.
Well there it is, all the motive needed to murder their parents. I wonder if that lawyer, Lester Hamilton, is the one who helped stop the 'Warden'. I open the laptop again and while holding the girls as best I can, google him.
His ad reads “Lester Hamilton, Attorney at Law – Specializing in Utah Polygamy Laws”. Thankfully there's a cell phone listed right below the office number. Pulling the lid down on the laptop, I focus on holding the twins. I know we only have 48 hours to create a new family, but I wish we could have done this under different circumstances. But in reality the only way this could happen is with the death of their beloved parents. This will definitely be a bitter sweet marriage for the twins.
Curiously, the thought of a legal underage polygamist marriage to twin girls, doesn't seem as bad to me as it did a few hours ago. I continue to hold them tight, letting their pain flow away with their tears. Even as she lay dying, their Mother gave them the best chance to survive, and grow into the lovely young women they were meant to be. It's up to me to take them to my marriage bed and make us a family. I haven't been with a woman for a long time, I hope I can keep them satisfied. I think the wearing of the 'wife shift' will be a good practice to continue, once we're married and settled in at home.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm hung! Not a gigantic black porn star hung, but 'Oooh my!' hung. The twins will most definitely need a few days to recover, after we consummate our marriage. You always read or hear that women love big dicks, well that's not the case, if fact I've found it quite the opposite. That's one of the reasons I can never hang on to a girlfriend for more than a few months. Having a strong lustful man pounding away inside you with the end of a baseball bat is painful as hell. I mean the sex from my POV is great, but not so much from theirs.
After a while the twins crying runs its course, and they seem to be happy with just sitting in my lap. We could all use a shower, but I need to call the lawyer before I spend some quality time with the twins. Kaylee senses my changing mode, scoots off my lap to stand in front of me. Kacy as usual quickly follows her sister's lead.
I stood as well, taking their hands, and led them back to the master bedroom. Once there, I lead them through the bathroom to the large walk-in shower.
The twins look up with just a hint of anticipation, but I shake my head, “Not this time my betrothed, I need to go secure our future.” I explain curtly before continuing, “I need you to take a shower, and wash out your 'wife shift'. You can find some of my large t-shirts in my closet. You will have to wear those, until we can safely buy you clothes in town.
Kaylee 'the bold', decides it's high time her husband-to-be gets an eye full of all her girlish charms. In one quick feline motion, her ultra sheer shift is up and over her head. Kaylee smiles at me in all her blonde hair preteen perfection. She's everything a man could possibly want in a woman, or in this case a girl. Long limbs, narrow hips showing just a hint of puberty, and very small tits. Her Pubis Mons is hairless and below it the small cleft leading to her small prepubescent cunt.
It appears that Kaylee is a bit excited by showing her feminine charms to her future husband. I can even see the fleshy hood covering her tiny clit, swollen by her lust-filled thoughts. The little nub is sticking out proudly for me to see.
Kaylee, hoping to get a rise out of me, saunters in close using a little to-and-fro hip movement along the way. Her antics are precious As she hoped, her lewd behavior is having the desired effect on me. My long unused manhood has risen to the occasion, now rests heavily in my dirty khaki shorts.
Kaylee's eyes locked on mine, watched for any signs I might acquiesce, and join them in the shower. She has no idea what's happening between my legs. But like any good tag team, Kacy is watching me. While distracted by her naked sister, Kacy quickly disrobes, after seeing the cock tent in my shorts, moves in to service her husband-to-be.
My shocking reality returns in a heated rush, when I feel little Kacy's nimble fingers opening the top button on my khakis. She unzips my fly, and quickly pulls my shorts down around my ankles. Sensing my acceptance, she works my boxers up and off the monster lurking within.
As with many before, Kacy whispers quietly, “Ooooh my!”
Like the promised bucket of cold ice water, my heart sinks, as yet another woman, or in this case little girl, finds my cock frighteningly too large. My mind already on a death spiral takes this newest rejection with a grain of salt.
But that's before Kacy's squeal of pure delight, “Kaylee, look he's even bigger than Papa! Just look Kaylee... look at the size of his penis! Just think Kaylee, our betrothed will feel good just like Papa!” she exclaims, wrapping one of her small hands part ways around my throbbing manhood.
Kaylee, hearing Kacy's delighted squeal, looks down in wide-eyed wonder at her sister, and then to the large cock she's gripping. Smiling happily, Kaylee adds her own throaty, “Oooh, my!”
Kaylee, joining her sister, wraps another small hand about my throbbing cock. As one, they look up needing my permission to service my cock.
How could any horny male resist these twin temptations, “Okay, just a quickie hand job. Then I want you both in the shower to get cleaned up. You two hear me?” I tell them, raising my voice for emphasis.
Answering as one, they intone, “Yes, husband-to-be, as soon as you share your seed!”
With that said they give my hard-on a slow pull upward. I'm so excited a large dollop of precum appears from my one eyed monster. The twins cooing excitedly actually bump heads trying to get to the sweet tasting glob coming out of my piss slit. Kacy recovering the quickest swoops in to claim the prize.
Another heated, “Oooh, my! He's not sour like Papa, it's kinda sweet Kaylee!” she smiles, smacking her lips for more.
Another couple of slow strokes, and Kaylee gets her taste too, “Uuumm, he does taste good! Come on sis we need to get him off quickly. Our man has things to do, while we take a shower.”
Kacy, agreeing silently, lets Kaylee jack me off, while she collects all the precum samples. My cock soon glistens from Kacy's wet little tongue. Kacy looking down, decides to give my sperm filled balls a quick squeeze. Her hand is just big enough to hold one of the large glands.
Lifting my right nut, she exclaims to Kaylee, “Sis he's all bound up!” she pauses giving my left nut a gentle heft, “Our man hasn't been with anyone for awhile. Poor thing!”
Kacy looking up at me smiles, “It's okay, we know what to do, really! Our Papa was a good man, he shared his seed with all of us. You're a good man too, Korben! We'll teach you how to enjoy us. Our home will be blessed with lots of children, and a family that loves them! You wait and see, husband-to-be!” she tells me lovingly.
My groan of growing need, wakes Kacy from her daydreams. My cock, now oozing copious amounts of precum, is in serious need of her. Forgoing her precum licking, Kacy opens wide, and starts to force my large Glans into her mouth.
A few seconds later, with a little scrape across Kacy's sharp teeth, I'm inside the warm moist confines of a preteen girl. Kaylee working her hand up and down my ultra hard shaft, has me closing in on my first orgasm with the twins. Kacy listening to my increasing grunts and groans of erotic pleasure, starts to suck my cock with uncontrolled lust.
The twins working as a finely tuned team, have me on the verge of a massive, long overdue orgasm. Kacy continues to push me deeper into her mouth, until my Glans is wedged into the narrow opening to her throat. All of Kaylee's incessant log flogging has brought me to the brink of a massive orgasm. With a deep throaty grumble from me, my ejaculate erupts from the end of my cock. Kacy is ready for her Papa's weak trickling orgasm, but not ready for the flood of semen that quickly fills her ten-year-old throat.
Gagging and swallowing as fast as possible, Kacy has to pull off my rapidly spewing cock. Kaylee, quick as a wink, slides me into her mouth to enjoy the last few forceful spurts of cum. She gives me another few hand strokes, until the last of my semen trickles into her mouth. Kaylee happy with her mouth full, swallows noisily, and looks over at a smiling Kacy.
Collectively, they seem quite happy with their betrothed's performance. They stand quietly, turning as one, head towards the bathroom, and the walk-in shower. Before they disappear into the bathroom to do as I ask, they look back at me.
Kaylee smiles, and asks, “Did you enjoy us, husband-to-be!”
Each smiling happily, stand in the bathroom doorway, hand in hand they wait for my reply. Returning their smiles, I quickly walked to them. Kneeling, I take the twins in my arms and squeeze them tight.
With both of them starting to cry softly, I tell them, “Hush now! Everything will be okay. Your betrothed is very happy with both of his wives-to-be. Thank you for taking my seed into you, and the pleasure you gave me!”
Leaning back from them, I take the little girl on my right... Kaylee 'the bold' and pulling her diminutive warm nakedness into my arms, crushing her small lips with mine. Kaylee's response is surprisingly quick, as her body molds itself to mine. Almost one, our kiss is smoldering hot, our desires boiling over starts to consume us, but I have another to comfort. Easing back gradually, I let Kaylee know that she is special to me. With one final peck on her soft lips, I release her.
I turn to Kacy, while Kaylee is all fire and boldness, Kacy is the 'beating heart' of my new family. Tenderly vulnerable, but always willing to please, Kacy looks at me with those stormy dark blue eyes asking an ageless question, will you love me? We watch each other for a few moments, before she steps into my arms. No rushing with this one, she wraps her small thin arms around my neck, pulling me close. As our lips meet, there are no fireworks going off, no fierce response, just her loving presence growing warmer and warmer in my arms. Our kiss is longer and deeper, filled with a growing lust that threatens to consume us. But just like with Kaylee, I must end our kiss. Slowly ever so slowly, I release her from me. Finally with a little sniffle, her arms pull away from my neck.
With much to do, I stand in front of the smiling twins, my cock just as hard as before, “All right now, my Sweets go take your shower. I need to make a few phone calls!” I state patiently.
The twins turn quietly, give my raging hard-on a final look of longing, and walk into the bathroom. I reluctantly turn away from the tempting flesh of my wives-to-be, and head back to the great room. I found my laptop on the couch where I left it. I'm just about to turn it 'ON' when I remember that I don't even know the girl's middle or last name. I'll also need the names of their deceased parents. Shit, those two are distracting fun, but at this moment annoyingly so.
I set the laptop back down on the couch with a weary shake of my head. Damn, I'm not getting much done, and now I've got to go ask my blonde distractions for some information that will definitely bring back the horrors of last night. There's simply no way around hurting the twins again.
Getting to my feet, I walk back to the bedroom and the twins. The bathroom door is wide open. Kaylee is combing Kacy's waist length hair with my hairbrush. Kaylee, seeing me, quickly reaches out... shuts the door.
I'm more than just a little confused, by their sudden modest reaction to me seeing them naked in the bathroom. I still need the information I've come in for, so walking up to the door, I knock lightly.
Kaylee answers from the other side, “Yes, Korben!”
“I'm sorry to interrupt your shower, but I need some information before I can call the lawyer.” pausing, I ask, “May I come in please?” I ask hesitantly.
Kaylee calmly answers, “I'm sorry husband-to-be, but you can't look upon us right now!”
Frowning inwardly, “Why the hell not? You both just gave me a blow job, why the sudden surge of modesty?” I ask curtly.
Once again, Kaylee calmly responds, “We are sorry Korben! Our hearts are yours, but you can not see us with our hair down. Not until our marriage night. Only then may you see our maiden hair. This is all part of our maidenhead... husband-to-be!”
I considered her polite response for a few moments, before answering back, “Okay how the hell were we going to take a shower together, without taking your hair down?” I shoot back through the door.
The twins giggling behind the door, “We would have washed, and pleasured you, before asking for some privacy.” Kacy voices confidently.
Shit, I'm wasting time trying to win a conversation with a door, not to mention the two obeisant young ladies on the other side.
I know when I've lost one, “Okay hair, marriage night, part of maidenhead. Got it!” I hesitated for a few moments, “But I need to talk with you, or there will be no marriage night! Time is running out, and I need to ask you some questions. Please, I don't want to lose you, because I ran out of time claiming you both!”
I hear the girls discussing something, for a few moments. Then suddenly the door opens and the twins are standing before me, naked except for the bath towel wrapped around their heads. Their maiden hair now safely covered from my lecherous gaze, we walk back to the couch and my laptop. I quickly log in and pulling up a blank word document, we start in.
Ready to type, I ask them their full names: Kaylee of course goes first – Kaylee Marie Howard, quickly followed by Kacy Annette Howard. The twins know what's coming next, but hold it together.
I look up at them with a great sadness in my eyes, I ask for their parents names: Kaylee 'the strong' answers for them both – our father was Johnathan Merrell Howard, and our mother was Clarissa Ann Howard.
I quickly save the document, and lead the twins back to their shower. At the door they turn towards me, their eyes suddenly frightened.
Kaylee's speaking up, “We're sorry Korben! Don't be mad at us, please!”
I smile at their misplaced concern, “I'm not mad at you! Just remember this is all new to me. I'm sorry I raised my voice! I didn't mean to cross with you.” I tell them, giving each a hug and kiss on their towel covered head.
Still smiling I watch the twins go back into the bathroom. Looking back at me they return my smile, shutting the door.
I quickly walk back to the laptop on the couch, and look up the lawyer's cell phone number. Wasting no more time, I enter the numbers into my cell phone and press the phone icon. The call rings through twice, before Mr. Hamilton answers.
“Hello, this is Lester Hamilton, Attorney at Law. How may I help you?” he asks quite formally.
Taking a deep breath, I begin, “Hello Mr. Hamilton, please don't hang up until you hear what I have to say. I can't afford to give you my name at this time, and I only have 1 minute and 30 seconds before I must end this call. I'm sure you have heard the News about the double murders in Zion National Park last night. I know the deceased individuals were recent clients. I also know the News hasn't reported your clients missing assets. If you want to talk further, I need a number that is clean! You have 24 seconds...”
A few seconds later, “Call me at bla, bla, blaa! I will be in my car, making sure I'm not being followed. Give me thirty minutes and call back!” he finishes and I end the call.
Thirty minutes for the call back, ten to discuss our problem, and then maybe another thirty to forty-five minutes for him to get here. Well that should give me enough time to get ready for a secluded rendezvous.
The twins should be fine for another few minutes, so I walk into the garage and the tool rack in front of my fake wall. I quickly slide the tool rack out of the way. Using my special key, I open my gun cabinet. I love the out-of-doors, but I also like my guns, lots and lots of guns. I get out my Glock G43, G19, along with my favorite AR15, and finally my Barrett .50 cal sniper rifle.
I trust Mr. Lester Hamilton, Attorney at Law, but only as far as I can see him. I don't think he's playing me, but I'm not taking any chances.
While the girls finish up I load everything in the back of the Jeep, along with lots of ammo. I also go into the kitchen, and make a few sandwiches. Filling my backpack with the sandwiches, water, and fruit. I walk back into the kitchen to wait for the twins. Sitting down at the table, I watch the clock slowly tic it's way to a new future...
To read the next part of this story, go to Late Fall Hiking in Zion, Part2