I woke just a few minutes later to Carol's body shaking in my arms. She was sobbing softly, her face buried in my whiskers. I kissed her forehead and she raised her face to me, tears running down her cheeks. I pulled my hips back, and my flaccid penis slipped out of her. She never noticed.
"What's this, then, Little One?"
I didn't often call her by Riekie's pet name, but there are occasions when it fits; this was one.
"Why the tears? A minute ago, you were happy and in love, ecstatic with fulfillment."
I kissed her eyes, tasting her tears, willing away her pain.
"I-I m-miss h-her s-so m-much!"
"Who, Precious One?"
I thought I knew, but wanted to hear it from her.
"R-R-Riekieeee!"
And she wailed and shook as sobs wracked her beautiful body. Gradually she settled down a bit, and was able to speak.
"What brought all this on, Honey?"
"I-I'm so happy! And we're so happy! And Riekie should be here to share it with us! Diane Marie should be too, but we know where she is and what she's doing and we've talked to her and shared our love with her, but we're not even sure where Riekie is and we don't know what she's doing. She won't even talk to us before Christmas! And I want to hear her voice so badly! And hold her and love her! And have her in our bed with us like she should be! She BELONGS here, David! And stupid me, I drove her away and kept her away! From us! From you! And she loves you so much! Sometimes I think she loves you more than me, if that's possible! We've GOT to get her back! Yesterday wouldn't be soon enough!"
Carol's long-time penchant for run-on sentences to state her premise was once again evident.
"But she is coming back, you told me she was."
"To you, but I'm not sure about me! I think I hurt her too much!"
I felt icy fingers of fear clutching at my heart.
"How did you hurt her?"
"When she left, I called her awful names and blamed her, even though she defended you. I told her I hated her and never wanted to see her again. Then when we lived with the aunts while we went to school, and you left at Christmas, I blamed her for you leaving. Even though I wouldn't or couldn't let us be together, having you close by was good enough for then. I stayed until the end of that year, but I was so messed up, I flunked out and went back to Winnipeg with Mom. When I left, I chewed Riekie out again for letting you get away from us. I'm afraid I hurt her too badly for her to come back to MEEeee."
And she was off, wailing again. Her self recrimination over Riekie started to piss me off. I'd handled her with kid gloves until now. I took them off — sometimes they need a dose of tough love, too. I didn't soften my voice. I was angry, and wanted her to know it.
"Carol Scott!"
She jerked like I'd slapped her.
"Wha... ? Why'd you call me that filthy name?"
"To get your attention. You've wallowed around in self pity for twenty years. You can't accept that people really love you. Nobody doubts the hurt and injustice done to you, but you keep making it worse by feeling sorry for yourself!
"Your sister loves you. Not just as her sister, but as her wife and lover, as I do! Riekie took a lot more damage from our breakup than either you or I knew! She ran out in fear, not because of some silly name you called her! She ran for the same reason you hid behind your shame for so long! She wanted to help you, but didn't know how! How could she? She could only guess at what was eating you! And meanwhile, she's got her own cross of guilt to bear! I strongly suspect your father did more to her than what she told you!
"She's coming back, in her own time, at her own pace, because that's the only way she can! And you can bet your bottom dollar, she's not just coming back just to me! She's coming back to both of us, or she hopes she is! If it's both of us, that will depend on your state of mind! Riekie needs us! We need her! We talk about Diane Marie becoming our new wife! Is she supposed to replace Riekie? NO! She's the Power's replacement for someone else! Now get your shit together, and start looking forward to the day Riekie rejoins us! I miss her just as much as you! She owns my soul, too! You've been made whole again, and you're pregnant with my son! I won't let you go down that road again! I said Riekie will come to us again in her own time at her own pace, but there's something else moving here, and she just thinks she setting the pace.
"The time for the three of us isn't right yet! There's still work to do and issues to be resolved! Healing you was the first and possibly the biggest! Getting you with child was the next! Now there're other things to be sorted out, like why was Diane Marie steered to us, or us to her? What happened when Kit died?"
I ran down. Carol had stopped her tears and stared at me in wonder. I'd never yelled at her before or lectured her so hard.
"David, why are you so angry with me?"
"Carol Anne, I'm angry because you still won't see. It may be that the damage done to you is deeper than we thought, but I think it's more likely you're just caught up in old, bad habits, and I won't put up with it. I put too much time and effort into us just to watch you cry it all away in a few minutes. Riekie LOVES you! Believe it! She told me so herself, the last time I talked to her, and she wanted back with you, even then, eighteen years ago! She's been trying ever since! Do you not wonder why she keeps in touch, and even tells you things she doesn't tell anyone else? You told me it was you holding her off at arm's length, but you don't believe that, you really think it's the other way round. But it's not her that's holding you off at arm's length, it really is you holding her off, and until you realize that, you're going to be one lonely girl!
'Now get with the programme, girl! We have a baby to raise and two wives to claim!"
"David, I wish I saw things as clearly as you! I love Riekie as much as I do you. Do you really believe she still loves me?"
"Carol Anne, I not only believe it, I KNOW it, just as surely as I know I love you, and that you love me. Just as surely as I know I love my daughters and they love me. Just as surely as I know Diane Marie loves me and you. Just as surely as I know the sun will come up in a few hours, and set again tomorrow night. Carol Anne, there's just some things you accept on faith, and just KNOW they are so. Riekie's love for both of us is one of those. It's a constant, and I've known it since the beginning. THAT's the connection to her we tried to figure out all those years ago. Her love is the mortar that binds ours together."
"I believe you, David."
"You better, or I've a good notion to turn you over my knee and spank your bottom."
"Eeeww! I love it when you talk rough." And she giggled!
"David? What were you talking about when you mentioned Tante Kit?"
"Pie and Jo told me you know about Kit."
"They told me she loved you, but then so does every woman I know. Even Joanne's head over heels over you, but she doesn't stand a chance with you."
She was absolutely right about me and Joanne. I liked her OK, but that was as far as it went. THAT I knew.
'Did they not tell you anything else about Kit?"
"That was when they gave me my bath; I don't remember everything we talked about. We were all giddy and acting like school girls, and I was so horny all the time I don't think I was thinking too straight!"
"How did you feel about Kit?"
"I thought she was the most wondrous and beautiful woman I ever saw! If I was older, or she'd been younger, I would have been deeply in love with her, but I thought she wouldn't have anything to do with a young person like me. How did you feel about her?"
"The same as you. At sixteen, mature as I might have been for my age, I still suffered from some teen angst, and being attracted to an older woman was part of that, or so I thought. It wasn't until your mother's funeral yesterday, when I realized what I'd felt for Kit was true love, just as I feel for you and Riekie and Diane Marie. That's why I put a single red rose on her grave. I didn't think anyone noticed, but Pie and Jo did. They told me about her when they gave me my bath.
'They told me that Kit not only loved me, but was in love with me, and had babbled on to them about it. They think that if we hadn't broken up, Kit would be alive today as our third wife. I tend to agree with them. Then they said I was sent on a quest to find her replacement, and that's how and why I found Diane Marie. But I think the same Evil that broke us up and took Kit from us, got to Diane Marie and damaged her so it took at least eight more years than it should have to get us to the point where we can all be together. Your aunts told me to make sure you knew this, and we're to tell Riekie, too. I don't know what we're supposed to tell Diane Marie. She's the one in the odd position here. There's something strange about her I can't quite figure, and somehow I think the answer to that has something to do with why we can't have Riekie until Christmas. The quest to find her isn't finished yet. And then there's Paul. I don't know why I blurted that I'd make it a Holy Quest to find him, but somehow it's all tied together.
"So, right now, aside from our baby, we have just the promise of a brighter future, but compared to what we had before, that's riches beyond measure. Carol Anne, Riekie loves US. That we know. That she's coming back to us sometime around Christmas, we know also. Those are our constants. Let's just go with that for now, and stop with the useless self recrimination, OK?"
She cuddled up close and giggled. "I already have. I wouldn't want you to spank me... not when I want you to fuck me..."
Carol pounced on me then, working my cock with her mouth and hands until she got me hard. She was so hot as soon as she had me hard she mounted and started to ride me in her cowgirl fashion. She rode and rode, bringing herself to several orgasms before she got me to go with her. As I felt my orgasm build, her cervix opened, and I slid deeper into her body. The extra stimulation sent my hips plunging, and soon I spewed several gobs of baby butter deep into her womb. Carol came convulsively with me, yelling her fulfillment, collapsed and was instantly asleep on my chest. I pulled the covers over us and held her as she slept. I gently rolled us to our sides, disturbing her as little as possible, and soon joined her in a dreamless sleep, my penis still buried in her sperm soaked womb.
I woke in the morning to that wonderful sight and feeling I was getting too used to — those magnificent blue eyes staring into mine waiting for me to wake, and my morning woody buried deep in hot, wet pussy.
"G'morning, Lover!" her hips moved suggestively.
"G'morning, yourself, Beautiful! You look simply maahhvelous this morning and..." I moved my own hips a little. "... feel even better."
"I feel better, too. You chewed me a new asshole last night, and I deserved it."
Carol rarely used profanity or vulgarity except to make a strong point. I knew she'd taken me seriously, so why belabour it? I was in the mood for a little fun, anyway.
"Strange... I wasn't aware we had any kinky sex last night. My mind must be going, don't 'member a thing, unless you did something nasty to me in the middle of the night? Where is this new asshole? This, I've gotta see!"
Carol tickled me hard, making me flinch, then giggled, setting off those amazing contractions in her pussy that ALWAYS got her friend's attention.
"You're just a beast! Like all men!" She feigned a pout, sticking out her bottom lip. "You don't remember ravishing my poor defenseless body twenty times or more last night? Why, I thought I'd die! You're nothing but a disgusting pervert! All that pushing and shoving and grunting! It was disgusting! I'm just an innocent maid, and you, you, MAN, you ravished me! Why, I bet I'm pregnant now! I must be, after all that icky white stuff you pumped into my poor body!"
"Twenty times? No wonder I don't remember anything! Keep that lip sticking out, and I'll put a plate on it! Pregnant, eh? You think? That would be good news, indeed! Then I might be able to get some sleep and not be pestered by some starving, insatiable pussy creature looking for her supper all the time! She just about killed me getting her dessert last night!"
Carol giggled again, those fantastic muscles rippling along my member in the most amazing way. She wiggled her hips just a little more suggestively, grinding her clit into my pubis.
"Well... there's still the matter of her breakfast..."
I noticed my morning erection was buried to her cervix, but not in it. Mrs. Pussy just nibbled at the tip as we joked.
"Well, if we must, we must. C'mon Rascal, there's work to be done and a hungry mouth to feed."
"Oh! Poor thing! So hard done by! Work, now, is it?"
"Ah! But we're happy labourers who enjoy our work!"
I rolled her to her back, the two of us laughing and giggling like school kids, and got on with the job...
As the job went, I just had to feed Mrs. Pussy her breakfast, and as usual, Rascal, her Sweet Prince had whipped up quite a feast for her. But the poor thing couldn't swallow his full offering this morning, and spilled a good part of it. We were back to normal, sort of. Either she'd forgotten all the manners she'd learned in the last day, or she was already overstuffed, and pregnant. I preferred the latter, and would gladly put up with the mess Mrs. Pussy made as she dined. Rascal, that consummate gentleman, thought so too. When she climaxed, Carol screamed, instead of the yelling of the last eighteen hours or so. We were really back to normal, except for that tiny bit of life, Our Son, now growing within the warm, safe confines of her womb. I swore I could hear Mrs. Pussy purring contentedly.
As we lay in post-coital bliss, Rascal's latest offering leaking unheeded and un-needed wetly over our still-joined pelvises, Carol and I shared a blissful kiss. Mrs. Pussy purred and nibbled contentedly on the tip of my penis.
I looked closely at Carol, causing her to blush. She simply glowed! I knew now what Mom had meant when she said all those years ago. 'You two look and smell like well-fucked young women... I don't think there's anything more beautiful except when that well-fucked woman gets pregnant from it.'
"You are the most beautiful creature in creation, you know!"
"Not just one of three today?"
"You have something extra today they don't — you're pregnant, and it shows. You have that glow that Riekie talked about the day we got married, and what Mom talked about the day they opened their home to us. I never gave it much thought before, even when Diane Marie was pregnant with the girls, but now I see it on you, I remember it on her. Ya know how all the other women ooh and aah over you girls when they see you're 'well fucked' because they see that satisfied glow? This is like that, only deeper, happier, more fulfilled than simply satisfied. Seeing you like this is what we're all about, and I love you more than ever, if that's at all possible"
"I love you, too, David, and just like you said, more than ever, if that's possible. I know you don't want to talk about it anymore, but I want to talk more about Riekie."
I groaned.
"No, David, we didn't really finish last night. You did chew me a new asshole, <I think she was becoming enamoured of that phrase.> and I deserved it. You made me see things differently. You can usually do that with your calm reasoning and glimpses from your Power, but I needed to hear you angry and frustrated, because then I felt the power of your belief, and I KNEW you were right about Riekie.
"Oh, I imagine I'll still have my doubts and moments, especially when the pregnancy hormones start kicking in, but if I do, I'll contact you, and you have my permission, no, I beg you, to give me the reaming out I deserve or need."
"I understand, Hon. I'm always there for you, you know that. This is the 'friend' part of our relationship we all forgot about. I still think some Evil clouded our minds, but that Evil is almost gone, and the Power is getting stronger again. Mom warned us about an Evil, but we forgot about it in the happiness of that first year, and it got a grip on us that it has taken all these years to break."
I moved my hips suggestively, my morning woody still hard inside her.
"Right now, there's only one 'reaming out' I'd like to give you, but Nature calls, and she is most insistent. My back teeth are floating and my tongue's hollering 'Man the lifeboats!' It's time for us to rise and greet a new day. And what a new day!"
I hollered and yelled my elation and joy!
"WE'RE PREGNANT!! WAAAHOOO!"
Carol held her ears, my yell too close and loud. She giggled, threw back her head and howled, making me cover my own ears! I think my wife had found her way of celebrating her joy, and not just that of good sex. I knew I'd be hearing that howl a lot over the years, and I looked forward to it. The exhilaration and fulfillment in that howl was a marvel and joy to hear!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!"
We collapsed together on the bed, laughing ourselves silly. The whole neighbourhood had heard us through the open window, I'm sure. We didn't care. Now the whole world could and would know about us. The days of secrecy and furtiveness were over. The one person we had needed to hide our marriage from was little more than a footnote in our lives now. From now on, our lives were open books, and if the rest of the world didn't like it, they could go pound salt in their collective butts.
We got our laughter under control, quickly slipped on our robes in the fresh, cold air of the room, and padded to the washroom. Carol aimed and I peed, a morning ritual now well established. We both sighed with a little relief and also disappointment as my morning erection followed the urine down the drain. I started the tub filling and brushed my teeth while Carol used the stool for her own morning relief. She washed her hands and brushed her teeth before joining me in the tub. As she climbed into the tub, I turned her such that she sat facing away from me, so I could draw her in and cuddle her. She groaned at having to face away, but soon relaxed into my warm embrace.
I nibbled happily on her neck and ears, and she loved it. I ran my hands all over her tummy, marveling at the new life growing in there. I felt such a warm, tender love for her and this new child, I was moved to tears. Carol felt my tears as I kissed her cheek.
"Why, David, what's wrong? You're crying!"
"Nothing's wrong, Sweetheart! I'm just so happy, I'm overwhelmed with emotion! We did it! We finally made a baby! You and me! Together! We made a baby! Just like we always talked about! And I am just so god damn happy, I could burst!"
I rubbed her tummy, caressing that area where I knew he was growing.
"And he's right in here, right where I put him. All my kids are wanted and loved and cherished, but this little guy is somehow special. He won't get treated any different from the others, but he's still Special. He's OUR first, and we've wanted him for soooo long!"
I was blubbering pretty good, overwhelmed by my joy and emotion. Carol's voice held just a little tease.
"Why, David, I had no idea you felt this strongly about our baby."
I didn't catch the teasing at first, and craning my head around, I looked at her incredulously.
"When was the first time I told you I wanted to make babies with you?"
"The night of the party before we went to the cottage. You made me feel so good when you said it. Hey! I was just teasing! I know how much you want a baby with me — just as much as I want it with you."
"Yeah but do you know how long I've actually wanted to?"
"I don't think you ever actually told me..."
"Since the minute I first saw you, I KNEW you were going to be the mother of my children."
"Oh, David! Me, too! That's what I meant when I said I was sure you were 'My Man' when I saw you that day!"
She turned in the tub so we could share a very intimate and loving kiss that left us drained and happy. I cuddled her, caressing her beautiful breasts and smooth, taut tummy that would soon be swelling with our son — Our Son!
Eventually the water cooled and we stepped from our bath. I enfolded her in the large towel and gently, sensuously dried her completely. She was cooing and moaning softly in pleasure as I finished.
"David! How can you make just toweling me off such a sensuous and love-filled act? I feel so warm and fuzzy now and just surrounded by love."
"Remember how I've always liked to dry you or Riekie from the bath, and said it was one of my fantasies? I never told you the whole fantasy because I thought it might sound silly from a teenager. The whole fantasy is to dry my pregnant woman, and the more obviously pregnant, the better. It's never been a sexual fantasy as such. It's a sensual loving one, and I finally got to live it out completely today."
"What do you mean today? You have two children with Diane Marie, and she was very pregnant with both, I assume. You must've been able to towel her off?"
"Until she started her own healing, I couldn't do it with Diane Marie. It's only been in the last few months she's allowed me to see her body except in bed, and then only enough to have sex. Before that, she'd never let me see her in the bath, let alone take one with her or dry her after. Now she does, but she ain't pregnant. Maybe when I get home..."
Carol finished drying me, seeming to put as much love and tenderness into it as I had for her, leaving me feeling all warm and fuzzy myself. We helped each other into our warm terry robes. Carol giggled and said.
"When you get home, you take that sweet little girl to bed, and make love to her like you do me, and when you eat her out <giggle> tell her that's from me! I learned your techniques, but I s'pose now I'll have to grow a beard, too, to give her that extra special effect." <giggle>
I started to form a mental image of the two of them together but the image morphed to a completely different setting in a room I didn't recognize. Diane and Carol were cuddling on a large bed when a third party came into view in that picture — Riekie! Carol looked subtly different, about three months pregnant. Somehow I sensed that if we stayed our present course we were going to be OK. I must have had a funny look on my face, because Carol asked with a note of concern.
"You OK, David? You just got that strange look on your face when you've 'Seen' something. What did you 'See'?"
"Nothing alarming, Hon. I saw peace and contentment, and most importantly I saw ALL of us together — all FOUR of us."
"Now why would you 'See' something like that now?"
"I started to form a mental image of you and Diane Marie together, like we were kidding about, and then it just morphed into this other one. I saw the three of you in a bedroom I don't recognize, having fun, you were about three months gone, and the viewpoint was like I was watching or coming in the doorway. It's the most vivid 'Sight' I've ever had. This wasn't a fantasy, Hon! This is something that is going to be if we do everything just right!"
Carol shivered like a large chill had just run down her spine, and cuddled close.
"Three months gone? That puts it around Christmas time! Then you're right about Riekie! Now I wonder what brings us all together at Christmas! Could you 'See' anything else?"
"No, just that the bed was huge, bigger than a queen size. The rest was fuzzy around the edges."
"Hmmmm! I wonder... all the beds at my house are king size. Am I supposed to have you all for Christmas?"
Carol was full of surprises. She was following a train of thought and reasoning I would have, but then I didn't have the information she did.
"All your beds are king size? What? Do you hold orgies at your place?"
She giggled. "Men! Always thinking of sex! No, I can't have an orgy without you! But Ben is in the construction industry, remember? He built our house as a showpiece for executives in the oil industry and part of that was to furnish it with the most modern and expensive furniture, including king size beds in every bedroom. It's huge and we don't use even half of it, even when Jamie and Robbie are home. I've never liked it, but when Ben's partner started messing with the books, and there was a slump in the oil business, we got stuck with it. The partner's gone now, and the oil business has picked up, so we could afford to build or buy a smaller place, but Ben doesn't see the point in abandoning that mausoleum, so we stay. He thinks it will sell better if someone's actually living in it."
"Well, Honey, have a caution. I don't want to scare you, but despite what I said, these visions or whatever, are often just indications of what might or could be, not necessarily what will be. So don't go planning Christmas just yet. Wait for developments that might make the image clearer. I know, even at this early date, that Christmas at home is already pretty well planned, and I haven't heard anything about a trip to Calgary."
"Bragg Creek."
"What?"
"Bragg Creek, it's a suburb or more like a small bedroom community just outside Calgary. It's on the BowRiver. That's where I live. The business is in Calgary itself. That's the address I use with Diane Marie, remember?"
"Oh!"
Somebody knocked on the door, then Pie's voice called out.
"Are you two alright in there? You've been there a long time. We were getting concerned and your breakfast is waiting."
"Sorry, Pie, we got talking, we'll be right down."
I reached for the door and opened it. As we stepped into the hall, Carol asked.
"David? There's something I've been meaning to ask. It's a small thing, and I'm just curious, is all. When and why did you drop the 'Tante' when you speak to or about my aunts?"
"Friday, just after I got here. Remember when they 'adopted' me at their 'meeting'? I always felt after that they considered me more of a brother, but we were young and I was in the habit then of referring to them as 'Tante' so I continued. Friday, when I got here, they treated me more as a friend or brother, and I'm older now, so I asked if I could drop the 'Tante'. I even call most of my own aunts and uncles by their first names now, so it just seemed natural to me. Why do you ask, besides curiosity?"
We had left the washroom and were going downstairs to breakfast. We would change and pack after.
"Oh, it's just they asked me when they gave me my bath to drop the 'Tante'. They said it made them feel old, and they think of me more as a little sister than a niece. I've called them Tante So-and-so so long I just can't bring myself to just say their names."
"Remember when Mom and Dad asked you not to call them Mr. or Mrs. Lloyd? You struggled the first few times, but now it's totally natural. This is the same. Try it this morning, and by the time we leave, you'll be totally relaxed with it. You'll probably still call them Tante So-and-so when you're referring to them in the third person. I do. Try it today — I think they'll be pleased. When you see them smile, it'll make it a lot easier the next time."
We arrived at the breakfast table and the aunts greeted us warmly. They looked closely at Carol, and Pie exclaimed.
"Carol Anne, you look absolutely wonderful! You're glowing! Only pregnant ladies have that look, so it seems you really are. We're very happy for you and David."
"Thanks, uh... Pie. I feel wonderful too."
Jo laughed, "Then that wasn't a wolf we heard a little while ago?"
"No, uh... Jo, that was me, just howling my joy and happiness to the world. It started out as a joke years ago when we were having some, ahem, extraordinarily good, ahem, sex, but it makes me feel good to do it whenever I feel really good or extremely happy. When David hollered 'We're pregnant!' I was just so happy I had to let the world know. That was my way of doing it."
The aunts beamed at Carol's familiar use of their names, just as I'd said and we all had a good laugh at Carol's explanation for howling. We had an enjoyable breakfast and visited with the aunts for quite some time over coffee. We talked of inconsequential things and the comings and goings of family members, just catching up. Soon it was time for us to change and pack.
"Oh, David you told me to remind you to call your friend Roy this morning."
"Thanks, Hon! That's why I keep you around y'know -- to remind me of things. Us ol' dads have good memories — they're just short."
"That's all? Just to remind you of things? Next thing I know, I'll hafta remind you to put your pants on right!"
I got a poke in the ribs for my efforts as I moved to the phone. This was a call I wanted to make. Payback's a bitch, ain't it?