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 My Three Brides

   Part 7

   He would come over in the morning and pick them up, they would spend the
day at his place.  They wanted to get away from the motel for a while. 
They spent part of the day looking over Stan's things, his photo albums,
and the ones of Jerry's.  He played his guitar for them.  They were able to
get at some of their things.  Rebecca settled herself down at Stan's desk
with some paper and crayons and was drawing and coloring.  Rachel was going
through his books.  She found something to read.

   Sarah was out looking at Jerry's old car.  She managed to get Stan alone
in the garage.  She got them where no one could see them from the street.
She laid a kiss on Stan.  She seemed not to have ever done that before.

   "Have you ever kissed a boy before?"

   Sarah blushed, "No.  Other than you in the motel.  Could you tell?"

   "Yes, but it's OK.  You were fine especially for a first time," Stan
reassured her.  "How do you know to kiss?"

   "I saw my parents doing it a couple of times."

   "They were open about that?"

   "No, I was spying on them."

   "Sarah, you shouldn't be spying on people.  We will make that a rule in
our family, no spying, but we won't hide things either, OK?"

   "OK," Sarah agreed but she knew she had to keep those things Dr. 
Elisabeth had given her hidden and to use them in private.  She sure didn't
want anyone spying on her when she used them.

   "Stan, I can't wait until we are married.  Until then, can we do more
kissing?"

   "I think that can be arranged.  Of course we will have to keep that from
others.  They can't see it."

   "You mean from Rachel and Rebecca too?"

   "No, they will be married to me too, we don't need to keep it from them.
But, I don't want you to go getting all upset if they want to do that with
me too.  I don't want any jealousy.  I am here for all of you.  capire?"

   "What's that mean?"

   "It means understand.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes sir," Sarah dutifully answered.

   "Let's go in the house," he told her.  He gave her a playful little swat
on her butt.  But he didn't take his hand away and gave her little bottom a
little rub.  She turned around and gave him a big grin, which he returned.

   He made them lunch at his house.  Then they went back to amusing
themselves.  Sarah locked herself in the bathroom for a while.  Stan
decided that they wouldn't go back to the restaurant for dinner.

   He would try and cook something.  He had been eating so much at the
restaurant lately that he didn't have much in the house.  So a trip to the
store was in order.  They all piled into the car.  The first order of
business was figuring out what to have.  Stan was against TV dinners.  So
they walked up and down the aisles with Stan pushing the cart.  They picked
things they thought they would like to eat.  But Stan had to limit some
things, as his cooking skills were limited.

   When they got to the checkout the woman smiled at him.  "It's nice to
see a father taking his daughters shopping.  And such pretty daughters,
too." She said, looking over the girls.

   The girls just started laughing.  The women didn't know what they were
laughing about, but she ended up joining them in the laughter without even
knowing why.

   As Stan drove home, he said, "I have to tell you that I am not that good
of a cook.  When we are married.  We will have to have a division of labor.
Sarah, you are the oldest.  You will be the cook."

   "Me?  I don't know how to cook, either Stan," she said.

   "I'll have you spend time at the restaurant.  I will talk to Jethro and
see if he will teach you how to cook.  You can watch him and see how he
does things.  That will be your job.  You can ask your sisters for help,
but you are in charge."

   Stan thought for a minute, then he spoke, "Rachel, I think, you should
be in charge of the cleaning.  You wouldn't have to do it all by yourself,
but will be in charge of it.  You can give the others direction.  You all,
I want you to follow her directions, no back talk to her."

   "What do I have to do?" Rebecca asked.

   "I think you will be on laundry detail.  I will show you how to work the
washer and dryer.  Everyone will give you their dirty clothes.  You will
wash them and put them away after they are clean."

   "What will you do?" Sarah asked.

   "Well, I have my job at the garage."

   "We have school," Rachel said.

   "That is true, I will take care of the yard, mowing it and doing the
things necessary, and any home repairs.  But when I give you a chore I
don't want any back talk about it, that it isn't your job.  Your job is
anything that I tell you, capire?"

   "What's that mean?" Rachel asked.

   "It means understand in Italian," he informed them.  "So, everybody
understand?"

   "Yes, sir," they all answered.

   Stan did the cooking with Sarah at his side, while Rachel and Rebecca
set the table.  After eating, they watched the TV until bedtime.  One at a
time, they took their showers.  They were able to dig through the other
things that were stored at Stan's to find something to wear, even if it was
only back to the motel.  He got them in, and they hopped into bed.  Stan
tucked them in and each got a good-night kiss, but it wasn't a fatherly
kiss.  This was more a kiss from a husband.

   He picked them up in the morning, they spent the day at Stan's place. 
They got a walk around the neighborhood, to get to know the place they
would be living.  They walked around the yard, getting to know it.  It was
fairly big.  It was a lot bigger than the size of the house.  Jerry had
gotten it because back in Jersey you never got to own much land.  Stan did
the cooking with Sarah by his side as his assistant.  When the day was
done, he took them back to the motel to sleep.

   He picked them up in the morning, they went to eat, then to church. 
While there Rebecca saw Inga, who didn't speak to her, but gave her a very
warm smile, and a little wave.

   Andrew Kimball the stake president, pulled Stan aside.  Taking Stan over
to another man, he said, "Stan, this is Patrick.  He is the officiant here.
He does all of our weddings."

   "So you're getting married?  This isn't going to be a temple marriage,
is it?" Patrick said.

   Andrew said, "He will get married three times."

   "Oh, third marriage?"

   "No, he is getting married three times," Andrew said.

   "What do you mean?" Patrick asked, a little dumbfounded.

   "Prophet Rutherford has given the OK, for him to marry his first wife,
here then he will take two spiritual wives after that.  It will be all at
the same time."

   "Oh, I see.  I didn't know that you had officially joined the church.  I
thought that you were a fellow traveler interested in the church but hadn't
committed to it.  When did he have his baptism?"

   "Prophet Rutherford did it when he was here."

   "Oh, in that case, I guess everything is all fine.  Who is the lucky
one, or should I say ones?" Patrick asked.

   "I am marrying the Christensen girls," Stan said.

   "Oh my, all three of them, and at once.  I think we can make it work. 
The ceremony is fairly simple I will ask you if you will receive her and
take her for a wife, and ask her the same question.  It is simple and
quick. I think we can do three weddings in about ten minutes.  That's all
right with you?"

   "Sure, fine, whatever you do," Stan told him.  He shook Stan's hand,
then left.

   Then Sheriff Romney, who was standing there took Stan by the shoulders,
"Come my boy, you need to meet this guy." He guided him to a big burly man
who looked out of place in a tie and coat.  "This Ruben Harper," Sheriff
Romney said.

   "Hi, I'm Stan Costello," he said as he extended his hand.

   He took Stan's and shook it.  He said, "Good to know you.  I understand
from the sheriff that you need a remodeling of your house."

   "Yes, the house is two bedroom one bath.  I want three bedrooms put in
and three bathrooms,"

   "Ah, three bathrooms, you're having females moving in," Ruben said with
friendly grin.

   "Yeah, that's right.  It's that obvious?"

   "Anytime a guy needs more bathrooms, a woman is involved, you can bet on
it.  That will give you five bedrooms and four baths.  It that what you
want?"

   "No I want to make one of the bedrooms into a little office.  Can you
reduce the size of one bedroom and increase the size of the other?"

   "Sure, we can do about anything you want."

   "We can go and take a look at it now," Stan offered.

   "Not today I have the misses with me.  They wouldn't go for it.  I can
meet you there tomorrow.  Give me the address and I can drop by and see
what we have to work with.  Then I can give you an estimate and we can work
out a start date, and figure out a completion date from there.  Do you have
any deadlines or anything?"

   "Can it be completed by the third week of June?"

   That gives us about six weeks to work with.  It might be doable.  But
the closer the deadline, the more the crew I would need, and that means
more money," Ruben said.

   "If you can kind of put this on the front burner.  I might have a second
job for you later."

   "What would that be?"

   "I own the Good Night Motel, and Jerry's Gas next door to it.  It used
to be that truckers could only drive so many hours then they needed to be
off the road, and sleep.  They would check into my motel and I would be
renting them a room.  But now they all have those sleeper cabs.  They can
sleep in their trucks.  They can sleep in there, but one thing they can't
do is use a bathroom.  I would like to put in a shower area.  They can
sleep in their truck, but then come over and use my showers."

   "Hey that sounds pretty ingenious.  What say, I come by there and take a
look at your place at say, 9:30 tomorrow?"

   "Works for me.  I'll see you then," Stan said.  Stan gave him the
address before Ruben turned and walked away.

   Stan went out to the car and found the girls waiting for him.  "Where
were you?" Sarah asked.

   "I was talking to a man that will add on to my house.  You will each
have your own room and bathroom."

   "I don't want my own room, I want to stay in your room," Rebecca said.

   "I am sure you and your sisters will spend a lot of time in there. 
That's why I'm going to make it bigger."

   "Oh, good, and a bigger bed?" Rachel asked.

   "I'm sure I'll need that.  You feel like eating my cooking, or do you
want to go to the restaurant?"

   "Let's go out and eat.  Can we come back there after school tomorrow,
instead of going to the motel right away after school?" Sarah asked.

   "Sure why not," Stan told her.  We'll eat there then go back to the
motel and pick up some clothes for you to wear after school tomorrow.  I'll
pick you up after school.  For now we'll go eat then go back to the house,
OK?"

   He got a chorus of "Yeahs."

   First they went and picked up things to wear the next day after school.
Then they went over to eat.  After they placed their orders, Stan could see
that the place wasn't too busy, but the waitresses tried to look busy
because the boss was there.  Stan got a bit of a chuckle out of that.  But
he remembered what they would do when an officer was present.

   He took Sarah in the back.  "Jethro, there is something I would like you
to do.  I don't want to put pressure on you to say yes, because I'm you
boss.  This is Sarah, she is going to be learning how to cook.  I am hoping
you will let her tag along with you, see what you do, and how.  If you can
explain some things to her as you do it, that would be great.  If there are
ways she can help.  You can put her to work."

   "How old is she?"

   "I'm thirteen," Sarah said.

   "That's too young to be working with anything sharp.  But I might be
able to find things for her to do, that she can learn."

   "Thanks, Jethro," Stan said.

   "OK if you'll leave me be now, I've got these four orders to get out. 
I'll have to make a good impression on them, the orders are for VIPs,"
Jethro joked.

   Stan led Sarah out of the kitchen, walking over the their booth she
asked, "What are VIPs?"

   "Very Important Persons.  He was meaning us."

   "Oh," Sarah said as they saw down.

   Stan met Ruben, he got measurements and they talked of what kinds of
features the bathrooms should have.  Stan would have to get back to him on
that.  He would have to get a consensus on what the girls wanted.  One
thing Stan wanted was to replace the bathtub in his bathroom with one big
enough to seat four and for it to have a jacuzzi.  One of the bathrooms
would have a regular tub.  The other bathrooms would have only a shower. 
Over the next week, they worked it all out.

   They were spending more time at Stan's place.  It also seemed that the
girls spent more time in the bathroom.  One thing Stan noticed is that
after Sarah spent time in the bathroom, she was always tying to find ways
of getting Stan alone out in the garage.  She tried to entice him to play a
little kissy face with her.  She didn't have to try too hard.  He was her
willing victim.

   The following Sunday, Rachel happened to notice Inga talking to Eve
Larson.  Eve was in Rachel's class.

   Come Friday, Stan was running late to pick up the girls.  He was tied up
with Ruben Harper.  Ruben was having Stan choose the hardware, faucets and
the like.  Stan had to do it, he couldn't get away.

   The intermediate school was close enough to the motel that Sarah could
walk.  But the elementary school was far enough away and they would have to
walk through the part of town near where the whore houses were to get to
the motel.  Stan didn't want them anywhere near them.  So they could only
sit and wait.

   Most of the cars were gone from the staff parking lot, but one was still
there.  It was Inga's.  On a hunch, Rachel went to check it out.  She told
Rebecca to stay where she was, while she walked down to Inga's classroom.
The curtains were closed in front of the windows.  There was a piece of
paper with a red dot taped to the door.  Quietly, she tried the doorknob to
the classroom.  It was locked.  Rachel silently walked away.

   She returned and rejoined her sister.  "Where did you go?" Rebecca
asked.

   "I just went to check something."

   Just then, Stan finally pulled up, and the girls ran to the car and
climbed into the back.  "Sorry I was so long," Stan said.

   "Why are you late?" Rachel asked.

   "I was with Ruben.  We were choosing the hardware for your bathrooms.  I
also had to choose the doors and windows.  Who knew there were so many
choices?"

   "We will each have our own room and bathroom?" Rebecca asked.

   "Yeah," Stan said.

   "I don't want my own room.  I want to be with you," Rebecca said.

   "You'll be with me plenty.  Are you afraid that I will be off at another
wife's house?"

   "Yeah, I want you to be with me," she said.

   "I will be with you.  We will all live together.  But you will have a
room of your own.  You will need somewhere to do your homework.  It will
also give you a place to do your drawing or coloring.  You can even hang
your drawings on the wall."

   "Can we choose what color the room is?" Rachel asked.

   "Sure, we will have to choose it and I will tell Ruben, and when they
build the room, they can paint the walls any color you want," Stan said.

   When they got to the motel, Sarah was already there.  She was just
coming out of the bathroom, her face a little flushed.  He sat them down to
do their homework.  He watched over them, helping them when needed.  When
they finished, they went over to eat.  They returned again, and all watched
the TV until it was bedtime.  He tucked them and gave them a good-night
kiss.  It wasn't a fatherly kiss, as the girls had their arms warped around
him.  Sarah, when it was her turn, not only hugged him, she was using her
tongue in her kisses.

   He came back in the morning, and after they ate, Stan had activities
planned for the day.  There was a state park nearby, they went to visit. 
They hiked around with the dresses and some clunky shoes.

   The girls only had those long dresses that reached down between their
knees and ankles.  He knew it was a sign of their membership in the church.
But they couldn't be expected to be wearing them the rest of their lives.
They were going to be married soon.  Once they were married, he was going
to be making some changes.  One thing, those dresses would have to go, or
at least get a lot shorter.  They would have to get pants and maybe even
some shorts.  As he walked the trail behind Sarah, he wondered what her
bottom would look like in a tight pair of shorts.

   Rebecca was worn out by the trail.  What the others didn't know was that
in the night she had gotten up to practice with her little tools.  She
forgot to take her pain medication before she started.  She was doing a
good job of getting her tools up inside of her, but it did cause her to
have pain afterward.

   Today it was hurting and she felt she wouldn't walk anymore.  But they
were on a trail loop and they were at about the half way point.  Going on
or going back was far either way.  She couldn't go on.  There was only one
thing for Stan to do.  He was going to have to carry her.  He took his day
pack that had their lunch and their water.  Sarah was now going to have to
carry it.  He put Rebecca on his back and was carrying her piggyback.

   Sarah started it, and Rachel soon joined in calling her "Baby Becky."
Stan stopped them from calling her that.  But he did pick up on the Becky
part.  From now on, they referred to her as Becky.  Stan told her that
should be her new name.  She said it was OK, because she was going to be a
new person.  She would be the only one in her fourth grade class next year
that was married.

   When they came back, it was decided that they would have dinner at
Stan's place.  He would have to cook.  Sarah was going to have to help. 
After they ate, they needed to go back to the motel for bed.  But they
revolted they didn't want to sleep there.  They wanted to sleep over at
Stan's place.  He gave in and they collected nightgowns and toothbrushes.
He had them get their pillows since he had only the one for him.  He also
told them they needed clothes for the next day, as they would have to go to
church in the morning.

   They all insisted that they all sleep together in Stan's bed with him.
They all piled in but there wasn't hardly room for all of them in the queen
sized bed.  After lying like that for over an hour with everyone jammed
against each other like sardines in a can.  Stan had to go.  He went out to
sleep on the couch in the living room.

   During the night, he was awoken when he heard someone getting out of bed
and going into the bathroom.  She was in there a long time.  He thought he
heard little grunts and groans, and wondered if one of the girls was sick.
He went over and listened at the door.  He didn't want to disturb her
privacy, but he did want to protect her.  He could hear she wasn't crying,
which was his first concern, and it didn't sound like she was hurting. 
Maybe she was a little constipated.  He wouldn't want to disturb her while
she was trying to go.  He let her be.  He saw a little later when she was
walking out of the bathroom before she got the light off.  It was Rachel.

   It was just starting to get light out when he was woken up as someone
was crawling under the blanket with him.  In the dim light, he could see it
was Becky.  She wanted to cuddle up with him.  He let her.  As he held her,
she brought her face up close to his.  She surprised him when she planted a
kiss right smack on his lips.  It wasn't just a little one either, she was
trying her best to have a nice romantic kiss like she had seen done on the
TV.

   Stan decided to go with it.  Heck, he was going to be marrying the girl,
why couldn't he kiss her?  So what that she is just finishing the third
grade?  That thought was so naughty it got Stan hard.  He was giving her
back what she gave, with compound interest.  He broke off her kiss and
began to kiss her neck, and then her ears.  He nibbled on them with his
lips, biting down on her.  He was working on her earlobes.  He kissed
around her neck and back to her lips.  It was almost like his hands had a
mind of their own.  He soon found them running across her chest.  She was
as flat as any of those girls he knew in New York.

   He felt her up, and they both enjoyed it.  But she could only continue
so long, she fell back asleep as he was kissing her neck.  Stan joined her
in sleep.  That is how they found them in the morning when Sarah and Rachel
got up.

   Once everyone was up, it was time for breakfast, then dressing for
church.  He took them as he promised to the prophet.  It was the price of
being able to marry the girls.

   It was the same thing, some guy spouting out what he thought were
nuggets of divine wisdom.  Stan was no great Biblical scholar, but he did
learn some things from those nuns and the catechism class his mother made
him go to.  It wasn't until after he made his confirmation that she told
him he didn't have to go any more.  This guy wasn't even close to what Stan
knew was the truth about God.

   When he made his confirmation, he was twelve.  It was about the same
time that Stan discovered girls and what a little pocket money could buy.
Religion went out the window then, but he didn't forget what he learned. 
Stan knew that the guy up there speaking could use a good dose of the
knowledge Stan had.  Since he was talking about things it was obvious he
didn't know anything about.

   He intended to collect his girls and go, but they got waylaid by Patrick
Parley to talk about the marriages.

   "I was going over the schedule.  If you want this private with as few
people as possible knowing about it, it will have to be in the evening. 
Maybe something like seven in the evening.  How many people do you think
you will have there?"

   "I'm not sure," Stan said.

   "Keep in mind that everyone must be a member of good standing to be
there," Patrick reminded him.  "You may not want too many people.  It would
be a good idea that even most of our members did not know about your
marriage to them."

   Stan thought the friends of the girls were out, not that they had many,
if any.  But there are people on the inside, who know; stake president
Kimball, Judge Beam, Sheriff Romney, Ben Cartwright, and Joe and all of
their wives.

   Stan was counting in his head.  "I guess there will be about 20 people,
give or take a few."

   "Does that count your photographer?"

   "I thought you couldn't do photos during the wedding?"

   "You can't, but you can do them afterward.  You will have to change out
of your wedding garments."

   "Wedding garments?  What wedding garments?"

   "There are special garments you and the girls need to wear," Patrick
said.

   "If you don't know him, Bart Sampson is the art teacher over at the high
school.  He also doubles as a photographer.  His wife, or one of them, is
the home economics teacher there.  She can get the girl's garments ready.
For you, we should have something in your size.  Theirs, since they are too
small to fit even our smallest sized garments, would have to be tailor
made. The other thing, if you wanted to have a wedding cake, Ananias would
have been the one to do that.  Of course, that can't happen now, but
another of Bart's wives, Lisa, could do that in her class.  She is the home
economics teacher at the intermediate school."

   "Well, I guess we should do that," Stan said.

   "Because you will be the last persons here at the church that day, we
can allow you to use the multipurpose room for a reception."

   "That would be nice.  But I guess we can't have an open bar there."

   "No," he chuckled, "that wouldn't be possible, but if you wanted to
toast your wedding, we can have some sparkling apple cider chilled."

   "That will have to do," Stan said.

   He went looking for his brides.  He found two, but he couldn't find
Rachel.  She went looking for Inga, and found her.

   She told the woman, "Can you come with me?"

   Inga wasn't used to students talking to her that way, but followed her
anyway into the empty library.  "What did you need Rachel?" she asked the
girl.

   Rachel began speaking in a quiet voice.  "Last Sunday, I saw you talking
to Eve Larson.  We were at school late Friday waiting for Stan to come and
pick us up.  I saw your car in the lot.  I went back to your classroom, and
the curtains were closed.  There was a red dot on your door.  The door was
locked.  You had a red dot on the door just like when you were teaching me
and Becky about sex.  You were in your classroom with Eve Larson, weren't
you?  You were having sex with her, weren't you?"

   "That is a rather impertinent question for a young girl to be asking a
teacher.  And to be suggesting a teacher would be doing that, it's
unthinkable."

   "It's thinkable because you did that with me and Becky.  She's not
getting married like me.  I know that you were doing things with her like
you did with me and Becky."

   "Becky?"

   "Yeah, we call her Becky now, not Rebecca.  But you were doing sexual
things with Eve." Rachel said as a statement rather than as a question.

   "My, but aren't you a bright little girl, and a snoopy one too?"

   "Don't worry, I haven't told anyone.  I won't tell anybody about what
you and Elisabeth did to me and Becky."

   "And your price for keeping silent?" Inga said, keeping her rage down
from the little girl who was trying to blackmail her.

   "I don't know that I want anything.  I wouldn't tell on you."

   "Why wouldn't you?"

   "I liked what you did, and you were teaching us what we can do with our
husband.  We know that we can't talk much about being married to Stan, to
others.  I won't, just like I won't, tell about you and Eve Larson.  Do you
have other girls?"

   "You mean do I teach other girls, like I taught you?" Inga asked.

   "Yeah, do you, don't you?" Rachel pushed it.

   "What if I do?"

   "I don't know.  What if I joined you?" Rachel asked.

   "You would want to do those things with me again?" Inga asked,
intrigued.

   "Yeah, sure," Rachel said, a little too loud.

   "Shhh, don't talk so loud," Inga admonished her.  "So you want in on
things, do you also want to be with other girls, or would you like to be
with Elisabeth, again?"

   "It was good what she did to me.  She's not bad looking for an older
lady, but what other girls can join us?"

   "Well, my dear, perhaps we can arrange a field trip or something over
the summer, and you and me, Elisabeth, and Eve can all get together.  What
do you think of that?"

   "Will there be other girls?"

   "My, but aren't you a greedy girl.  How about we take it a little bit at
a time.  But tell me, do you like older girls, I mean girls older than you?
Or you want some younger, like `Becky,' is it?"

   "Why not both," Rachel said with a sort of evil grin.

   "Why not indeed?  I'll see what I can do.  There is one thing for sure,
I'm going to make sure you are in my sixth-grade class next year.  You
better scoot along before someone comes looking for you," Inga said.  As
Rachel ran off, Inga couldn't wait to tell Elisabeth this bit of news. 
Being with the two Christensen girls could be more than a one-time thing.

   It was Wednesday when Inga found Rachel on the playground at lunch.  "We
were going to go for a hike up in the hills on the Saturday over the
Memorial Day weekend.  Would you like to go?"

   "Yeah, I'll ask Stan and see if he will let us.  Can Becky come too?"

   "It sounds nice.  I'll make the arrangements," Inga told her before
moving away to continue policing the playground.

   Stan came to pick them up.  When she got in the car she said, "Stan, can
I go on a hike on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend?"

   "Where are you going to go?"

   "Up in the hills?"

   "Who are you going to be going with?"

   "One of the teachers, she said we could take Becky with us.  Becky,
wanna go too?"

   "Where are we gonna go?"

   "I don't know exactly, but trust me, you'll want to go," Rachel told
her.

   "This will be with one of your teachers from school?" Stan asked

   "Yeah, and a few others.  So can we go Stan?"

   "Sure, why not?  But you aren't going to be hiking in those dresses and
those shoes.  You are going this Saturday?"

   "Yeah," Rachel answered.

   "How about this?  We go on Friday and get you some different shoes and
some pants?  It's time you girls quit wearing those long dresses," Stan
told her.  "Becky, you're gonna go too?"

   "Yeah, Stan.  Will I get new pants too?  And shoes too?" Becky asked.

   "Of course.  We'll take Sarah along and she can get pants and new shoes
too.  Don't you think she will like that?"

   "She isn't going to be going on the hike, too?  You won't make us take
her along?"

   "You don't think she would like to go?"

   "No, it's just that the teachers want just me and Becky and a couple of
other girls."

   "Ah, I see, so it's just your little club.  Well, I think I can find
something for her to do that day while you are on your hike."

   Stan made a point of going to a store in town that catered more to the
non-church members.  They looked at jeans and some slacks.  Stan got them
each a pair of jeans and slacks, plus a pair of shorts.  Stan was right. 
Sarah's bottom did look good in a pair of tight shorts.

   When the time for the hike came, Rachel and Becky were wearing their new
pants and shoes.  A big nine passenger van pulled up in the motel parking
lot and honked its horn.  Rachel grabbed her day pack with a lunch for her
and Becky.  Becky was charged with carrying the water in her back pack. 
They dashed out to the van.  Stan couldn't see the driver and didn't
recognize the car.  He did see Inga in the car.  He knew he needed to let
the girls grow up.  If they had friends, they could do things with, so much
the better for them.

   Sarah, he detailed over to the restaurant.  She was going to spend the
day following Jethro around, seeing how he did things.  He wanted her to
learn whatever she could about how to cook or at least how to present
dishes.

   Stan was on his own that day.  He toyed with the idea of going over to
the Four Queens and seeing Heidi.  He even called over there to see if she
still was working there.  But she had moved on.  The girls only stayed in
one place for a couple of months before they moved to the next house.  This
wasn't a big enough town for her to have regulars that would make it
worthwhile to stay in one place.

   He went over to the furniture store.  He ended up talking to the
salesman, Joel Larson.  Stan was looking for a new bed.  He wanted the
biggest bed he could get.  He ended up with a king sized bed.  Stan figured
if the queen was right up next to it, it might be big enough for all of
them.  He went over to the house and spent some time putting his Beatles
albums on cassette.  He could listen to them, as the radio had a cassette
player too.  Then he went back to the motel to wait for the girls to
return.

   When Rachel and Becky got in the van, Elisabeth was driving and Inga was
up front with her.  In the second row of seats were Eve Larson, and her
little sister, Susanne.  They were wearing the long dresses of the church,
but they did have sneakers on.  Their light brown hair was in a pair of
scrunchies.  Susanne had a pony tail in back of her, while Eve had two
bunches of hair in either side of her head.

   Neither girl was very welcoming when they saw who they were picking up.
The Christensen sisters were not very popular at school or anywhere else,
to say the least.  Rachel and Becky took seats in the third row, and off
they went.

   Inga tried to get the girls to talk to each other, but it was tough
going, the pairs of sisters would talk to Inga and Elisabeth but not to the
others.

   Finally Inga had enough, "Look girls, you are going to have to get along
with each other, otherwise this trip isn't going to work.  You girls have
some things in common.  Things I think you all like.  You'll have to
cooperate with each other or this trip is going to end right here."

   "Where are we going?" Eve asked.

   "There is a hot spring up in the hills over by Ames.  We are going to
hike up to the spring and we can have our lunch there, and we can do other
things there."

   "What things?" Eve asked.

   "You liked the things we have done in my class room?"

   Eve turned red, "I..  I..  I didn't do anything in your classroom."

   "Yes, you did, and I thought that you had a good time doing it.  You
needn't worry, Rachel and Becky have too.  Susanne, this will be your first
time with us, but I understand that you and Eve have been having the same
kind of fun together.  I thought we could all have a nice time together,"
Inga told her.

   They got to what would be the trail head if there was a trail.  They
parked their van off the road and began to head up what looked like an old
cow path.  Inga had a detailed map of the area.  She led the way, carrying
a large canteen on her back.  Elisabeth had a big pack.  Rachel had their
pack and Becky had their water.  Eve had their day pack.  Susanne was free
of any burdens.

   The two Larson girls were at a disadvantage with their long dresses.  It
made it harder to walk over the trail in them.  While Rachel and Becky had
on T-shirts and their new pants and shoes.  Inga and Elisabeth had on jeans
and button down blouses and wearing hiking boots.

   The women led with the Christensen girls in the rear.  They came to a
stream and began to follow it up.  The farther they went, the steeper the
walk.  They were soon in a small canyon.  Rachel was up walking with Inga
now, asking questions about the area, and where they could see rock
outcroppings, asking about the rocks.  She remembered some of the things of
the geology of the area, and now she could recognize some of what they were
saying.  There was another stream that joined the one they were following.
They turned off and followed that stream.  It was smaller, but when they
touched the water it was warm.  The other stream had cold water in it.

   After walking a ways more, they arrived at a large pool of water.  The
springs produced hot water that overflowed the little pool and that was the
basis for the stream.  They could touch the water.  It was fairly warm, but
not so hot that it would burn you.  Elisabeth opened her pack and pulled
out a large blanket.  She spread it on the ground.  She then took out their
lunch, she gave Inga hers.  Eve and Rachel pulled out lunches for
themselves and their and sisters.

   After everyone had finished eating, Inga said, "OK, who's going to take
a dip in the pool?"

   Eve said, "We didn't bring our bathing suits.  We didn't know we were
going swimming."

   "We are.  If it will make you feel any better, we didn't bring ours
either," Inga told her.

   "How can you swim if you don't have your suit?" Eve asked.

   Elisabeth told her, "We skinny dip," as she was removing her boots.

   "You mean swim naked?" Susanne asked.

   "Of course," Inga said, taking off her blouse.

   "Someone will see us," Eve said.

   "No they won't.  Not too many people even know about this place and you
saw the hike we had to make to get here, even fewer people are going to be
doing that.  And if they did, well then, they can just see us." she said,
pulling down her pants.

   The two women were naked.  "Come on, girls.  You can't go in the pool
with your clothes on.  Besides, it isn't like we haven't seen you naked
before."

   They got a good look at the women.  Rachel and Becky had seen Elisabeth
nude.  Now they get to see Inga nude too.  She could compare the two
sister-wives.  Inga was taller and thinner.  Her blond hair contrasted with
Elisabeth's brown hair.  Her boobs were about the same size.  But there was
a real difference in the size of their areolas.  Inga's weren't so huge. 
They were only maybe an inch and a half across, half of Elisabeth's size.
They were lighter in color too.  Just a light brown tinge to them.  Inga's
had a little less sag in them too.  The women were both shaved bald, making
their pussies easier to see.  Inga's pussy looked a lot like her
sister-wife's.  She had a bit of her inner lips that showed outside of her
outer lips, and a more prominent clit.  But that might have been because
she got four little girls alone and naked, in a place where they wouldn't
be disturbed.

   Rachel was the first one to undress.  She pulled off her shoes.  Now
wishing she had time to break them in before the hike.  She pulled her
T-shirt off.  Becky followed suit first with the shoes, then the shirt. 
Finally, the Christensen girls were naked.

   The two women had seen the Christensen girls' pussies before, but this
was the first time to see them fully nude.  They were both thin, their ribs
showing a bit.  They were both fully flat.  Their areolas were a light pink
in color.  Rachel's perhaps about half an inch across, and Becky was less
than that.  Both girls' inner lips were tucked well up inside their outer
lips.

   Eve gave in.  She wanted to try the warm water so she began to undress.
It was hard to get those long dresses off.  She wished that she could be
like her classmate and have worn pants.  Susanne saw her sister and began
to remove her dress, too.  Finally, the panties were off.

   Eve was all of four foot seven and weighed out at just over 80 pounds.
Her chest showed some development in that her left areola while dark pink
in color, was swollen up to the size of a small cherry, while her other one
remained flat, and a slight more pale color than its twin on the other side
of her chest.  Her pussy inner lips were well hidden, with only the bald
fat lips showing.

   Susanne was four foot three inches, and just over 60 pounds, being a bit
more stout.  Her chest was fully flat with pale pink areola about an inch
across, and a little nipple that stood out.  She was like her sister
between her legs.

   All four girls and both the women were naked.  Just the way the women
planned it.  They knew that Eve played with her sister, but this was their
first chance to see Susanne in anything other than her clothes she wore for
school.

   The other three girls had their panties off for Inga, and Elisabeth got
to see Becky pantyless before.  She was looking forward to getting a better
look at her there.  She had already checked out her oldest sister in the
exam room and her other sister, at a tongue's length way in the classroom.

   The water was pleasingly warm without being too hot.  They tried to find
a rock that they could sit on and enjoy soaking the warm pool.

   Inga said, "Come over here.  There are places to sit." She had Rachel
and Eve sit with her.  She put her arms around them.  "I know you are in
the same class, but you two don't get along with each other?  I don't think
you like each other.  Why is that?"

   "I don't dislike her, she just doesn't like me," Rachel said.

   "Why is that, Eve?" Inga asked.

   Eve looked at Rachel.  She wasn't sure she wanted to say anything. 
"Come on Eve, tell us.  This is a time to be open and honest," Inga said.
"Consider that you are sitting in a pool of nice warm water with Rachel,
and you're both here naked.  If you can be open enough with each other to
take your clothes off, why not take off your defenses and tell the truth
about how you feel?"

   Eve sat there awhile.  Finally, she said, "Nobody likes her family
because her dad is always making trouble in the church.  He says the
prophet is wrong.  I mean, he's the prophet of god, how can he be wrong? 
They are all just wrong.  They are always causing trouble."

   "Did you know that her dad died?  And her mother too." Inga asked.

   "Yeah, I heard that."

   "Do think that Rachel is responsible for what her father believed?"

   "So where does she live if her folks are dead?" Eve asked, changing the
subject.

   Inga told her, "There is a man who has taken them in, Rachel and both of
her sisters.  Don't you think that was a nice thing for him to do?"

   "I don't know.  He isn't getting any great bargains here," Eve said.

   Rachel was hurt by the words, words against both her and against Stan.

   "Do you know the man who is taking them in?" Inga asked.

   "No."

   "He is the new person in the church, the very handsome one."

   "Oh, I saw him.  He is very handsome.  But why is he with them?  They're
all ugly."

   "Well first, Rachel isn't ugly.  For you to say something like that, it
is a very ugly thing to say."

   "Look at her.  Her lip is all messed up, her nose is weird, and she
talks funny."

   "Do you know why that is?"

   "No."

   "When she was born she had a condition called cleft palate.  It is a
birth defect that some people are born with.  It has to be fixed with
surgery.  Can you imagine being a new-born baby and needing surgery?  Would
that be her fault?  How her nose, or lip looks or how she talks is a result
of the problem and the surgery to fix it.  How would you feel if that or
something else had happened to you?"

   "I guess I wouldn't like it," Eve admitted.

   "There is something else.  She knows some things about you."

   "What?" Eve tried to say with an air of indifference.

   "The other day, when you were in my classroom and I was making love to
you, Rachel knew what we were doing.  She knew that I had your panties down
and was licking that sweet little pussy of yours.  I bet she knows that I
like to do that, and I am sure she knows that you like to have it done. 
You do like to have it done, don't you?  That is why you get your little
sister to do that for you?"

   "I..I..  I don't do that." Eve tried to protest.  She was as red as she
could be, and not from the sun.

   "Yes you do and I'll tell you something else.  Rachel likes to have that
done to her, too.  So you girls have a lot in common.  Don't you think you
can be friends?" Inga asked.

   "You objected to what her father said in the church.  You know it's not
her fault any more than the way she was born.  Maybe you should cut her
some slack.  Her life is different now.  She has a whole new lease on life.
She might be better off than you.  Think about it.  Your dad so far has
only one wife, and he works selling furniture in a store.  So he couldn't
very rich, if he can't afford another wife," Elisabeth added.

   Inga continued on Eve, "That motel we picked Rachel up at, her new
guardian owns that motel, and the restaurant, next door, and a gas station
and a car and truck repair shop.  I would have to think that is a step
above your dad's position."

   "As you said, he is a very handsome man.  She is a lot better off than
you are now.  Isn't that right?" Elisabeth piled on.

   "I guess," Eve conceded.

   "Then maybe you should forgive her for things you hold against her that
weren't her fault and accept her as a friend.  I think if you were friends,
you could get along very well."

   "Yeah maybe."

   "Then why don't you tell that to Rachel?"

   "I'm sorry, Rachel, for the things I said."

   "It's OK," Rachel said.

   Inga had her arms around the girls' shoulders.  She reached down and
began to toy with the girls' areolas.  When Inga felt that she had achieved
some kind of peace between the fifth-graders, she took her hand off Eve's
chest and turned her face towards her, and reached down and kissed Eve on
her lips.  They could never have been so bold in the classroom.  She could
get Eve's panties off and lick on her sweet little pussy.  But she had
never had the chance to kiss this girl.  It was something she had been
wanting to do for sometime.  It was also a thrill for her to be naked in
front of these girls.  She wanted to show off her body to the girls, as she
wanted to see them fully naked.

   She spent a little time kissing Eve, then turned her attention to
Rachel. She kissed her.  Rachel liked it when Stan kissed her, but liked it
best when he kissed her ears and neck.  Inga was a bit different in the way
that she did it.  But Rachel got the same thrill that reached all the way
down to her pussy.  It was a little strange she was kissing a grown woman.
She hadn't thought about it when she was kissing Stan.  She liked kissing
him and now she liked kissing Inga, too.  If she was in Inga's class next
year, would she get to kiss her more?

   Over on the other side of the pool Elisabeth had her arms around the
other two girls, but it wasn't around their shoulders.  She had her arms
around their waists.  She was reaching down and stroking their upper inner
thighs.  She was leaning over and kissing her two girls.  Eventually, her
fingers made their way to their little pussies.  She stroked up and down
the little slits.  She tried to get her finger between their lips to touch
their little clits.

   Inga was getting hot and not all of it was from the water.  She rose to
get out, "Come with me," she told them, taking them by the arms.

   Eve said, "We don't have any towels to dry off with."

   "We'll let the sun dry us," Inga said.

   She pulled Eve over to herself.  She began to kiss her again.  She had
one hand running up and down her chest.  But she didn't forget about
Rachel. She reached one hand back behind her and was stroking Rachel's
pussy.  Her fingers were running up and down the outer lips.  Her middle
finger was delving into the slit between her lips.  It would even go up and
give a little diddle to her clit.  Which sure was a thrill to Rachel.

   They weren't at it more than a couple of minutes, before they were
joined on the blanket by Elisabeth and her two lovers.  They were lying
next to the other trio of lovers.

   Inga spent a little time kissing Eve, then rolled over to Rachel and was
swapping spit with her.  While she was doing that, she was toying with
their areolas.  She rolled Rachel over on to her back and proceeded to lick
and suck her little titties.  She gave both a good time before she rolled
back over and did the same thing to Eve.

   No matter the girl, they both enjoyed it and it got their little pussies
hot and juicy.  Inga laid back and enticed the girls to do that to her. 
Each girl took a nipple.  Eve was more practiced having been doing it with
her sister.  She was licking it all around before she would suck on the
whole areola, then settling on the nipple.  Rachel, being new at this, was
kissing it, them hit on licking on it.  She could glance over at what Eve
was doing and to emulate it.  With two girls doing different styles of the
same thing, Inga was loving it.

   Inga had Becky before and, for sure, Eve.  She wanted to try that pussy
of Rachel.  She moved the girl around to get her in the proper position,
then dived into the juicy morsel.  Inga was licking those lovely nether
lips.  She showered them with kisses, sending shivers up and down Rachel's
back.  She did that for a while before she started drilling her tongue into
the pussy hole.  She had seen it a bit before and could remember how open
her hymen was.  Looking now, she could see that it was more open, but it
wasn't as fully open it was going to have to be to take Stan's manhood in
there.  But at least she was on her way.

   Nice as it was to see the pussy hole growing, she still wanted to give
this girl an orgasm.  That was one of the thrills that Inga got.  She loved
to see young girls writhing in orgasm, especially one she had induced.  She
moved up and began to work the girl's clit.  She was flicking her tongue up
against it.  She did that for a while before she was flat out sucking on
that excited bean between her legs.  But she didn't stop that flicking of
her tongue on that special place.  It took a little while because Inga was
dragging it out.  She would take Rachel to the brink of her cum, then pull
her back, and deny it for now.  But, she wasn't quitting, she'd keep doing
it, driving the girl up higher and higher.  Finally, she let her finish. 
Rachel let out a scream that echoed off the rocks in the canyon they were
in.  Not to mention startling the others.

   Eve wasn't idle while Inga was busy with Rachel.  She went back to her
old standby, her sister.  They didn't waste much time with the foreplay. 
They had done it together so many times.  That was a benefit of sisters
sharing a bedroom.  They couldn't wait for their parents to go to bed, then
one or the other would hop into her sister's bed.  They would already have
shucked their nightgowns.  They would soon have their heads between each
other's legs.

   Each girl knows how to get the other off.  They had been doing this all
year long since Inga first had Eve the first week of school.  She did it
with the girl, knowing she had a younger sister that she could use to
practice with.  In that way, she was getting the girl ready for when Inga
could have her too.

   Inga taught the girl to use her hands on the legs to excite her partner.
She was caressing with light strokes that never failed to cause goosebumps
on them.  Her caresses spread up her legs to that bare pussy.  Those little
lips waiting to be opened, and the insides explored.  Eve's fingers did
that at first, then it was her tongue doing that.  Her tongue made swipes
through the slit between the lips.  Her little sister had lately begun to
make her pussy cream.  Eve enjoyed the taste.

   Susanne, for her part, wasn't just lying back and sucking it in, oh no.
She was giving as good as she was getting.  Her tongue couldn't wait to get
into the inner gash.  She knew that Eve would be making her love juice.  It
was a tasty treat for the younger girl.  She would be happy to lick that up
all day.  If she kept Eve hot enough, she would produce it all day.  That
is, until their mother would knock on their door to get them up for school.

   They both knew the importance of paying their time worshiping at the
clitoris.  They would lick and suck on it, like it would be the last
popsicle they would ever get.  They would enjoy it to the last.  At the
same time, they wanted it to last forever.  Their tongues would flick
faster than a snake sniffing for water in a desert.

   That is just what they were doing now to each other.  Their heads bobbed
with their movements as they each sought to get her girl off, knowing and
feeling that her sister was doing the same to her.  Once again they were
able to do it, to get their partner off at almost the same time she got you
off.

   Elisabeth was having a time with Becky.  They exchanged hot kisses.  She
had seen the girl around the church, but her parents were so toxic she
never had any hope of having a chance to explore the little body of the
girl.  What a change of fortune that she was going to belong to Stan, and
he was the one to enjoy that sweet pussy.  But he wasn't going to get it
before she did, and if he stayed in the church, she would have lots more
chances to enjoy that tight little passage that her soon to be husband was
going to ream out.

   She wanted to get to that pussy, but she didn't want to skip ahead and
miss some of the other things available to her.  Her chest was so flat with
her little ribs showing in place.  That made her little pink areolas more
obvious on her chest.  Small as they were, her little nipples were trying
to rear their heads.  Elisabeth was going to have to spend some time there
licking those delicious little things.  She was sucking them, able to pull
them up off her chest into the woman's greedy mouth.

   Finally, she moved on down south and began her work on the girl's lower
regions.  Those little breadstick legs she loved to caress.  It was
creating both a tickling sensation as well as a thrilling one for the
little girl.

   Not having had much sexual stimulation in her life, only that one time
with Inga, who right now was busy with her sister, and her own fingers and
the toys the doctor had given her to open herself up for Stan to enter her.
She couldn't wait for that to happen.  She would be a wife and she would
never have to worry about being left alone again.  He could fill the hole
in her heart and her pussy at the same time.

   Elisabeth was giving her all the stimulation she could handle at the
moment.  She was startled by Rachel's scream of pleasure, but that didn't
stop the pleasure she was getting.  The doctor's hands were magical in the
feeling she was creating that rushed into her brain.

   It was getting crowded in there with all the feelings that were rushing
in and filling up her head.  The touch first of her fingers on her little
pussy, followed by her lips, as they planted kisses all over there.  Her
lips were not to be outdone by her tongue as she washed the area with
magical lotion emanating from her mouth, spread by that magnificent tongue.


   It was so marvelous when it bore down between her lips in an attempt to
enter that special place she knew she would soon have Stan filling.  The
point of her tongue was getting there.  Becky had been diligent in working
with her little tools trying to open up her passage.  It showed Elisabeth
was able to start to get her tongue into there.  The woman was creating
more of those feelings.  As if it wasn't enough what her mouth was doing,
her fingers hadn't retired the had only relocated having been displaced by
that mouth.  They continued on their work now, diddling her clit, making it
come alive.

   Alas, again they were forced to move as the big bad mouth moved up to
the clitoris, and was working on that now.  The mouth was licking and
sucking on the magical bean.  The flecking of the tongue on it was making
her head more crowded with those feelings.  There was almost no room left
in there.  But still Elisabeth was making more and sending them up.  She
couldn't hold any more.  The top of her head blew off with the same shriek
her sister had made.  It, too, created an echo.

   By now, the Christensen sisters were played out.  They had had little
sex before in their lives and so much now, with their tremendous orgasm,
they were sidelined.  They could only be observers of those with more
sexual experience.

   The women took their pick of the Larson sisters.  Elisabeth taking Eve,
and Inga getting her sister Susanne.  It was a fair choice.  neither
sister-wife had been with her choice before.

   Inga worked over Susanne's flat little breast once she had a chance to
ream out the girl's mouth with her tongue, and taste her lips.  She
greedily sucked on the young girl's flat mammaries.  Bathing them with her
tongue before she sucked them with such a vacuum that she was able to make
her little nipples pop up.

   Once she had achieved that, and paid her due tribute for having done
that to the girl, she moved down wanting to explore that canyon between her
legs.  It was as hairless as her older sister, but still had the look of
innocence with her inner lips inside the outer ones.  Her lips weren't as
fat as her sister's, not that her sisters were very fat all.  They were
perfect, she looked just like what she was, a little fourth-grader.  Inga
wanted to be Eve's teacher this coming year, and Susanne's the next.  Inga
was going to have a great time over the next two years with all the private
tutoring she was going to be doing.

   She couldn't wait until she got that little pussy on the end of her
tongue.  She didn't waste time.  She moved along to the little hole that
was calling out to her like the siren called to Ulysses.  Risking the same
fate, she hurried to it.  There was a cave between the lips.  From this
cave flowed a stream.  The waters of it tasted of pure heaven to Inga.  She
lapped it up as a parched man in a desert drinks when he came to an oasis.
While she lapped it up, her tongue was stimulating more production of that
elixir of life.  In her quest to obtain more of it, her tongue was also
running across the peak at the top of the valley.  She climbed with her
tongue a couple of times.  But the valley had a strong call to her.  The
peak couldn't be denied.  It was there and it must be climbed.

   Inga sent her tongue reinforced with her lips, backed by the full force
of her mouth to conquer that peak.  Together, they worked to scale it.  In
time, they chopped it to pieces.  That act sent Susanne into near
convulsions of ecstasy.  But like her sister, she was able to bear this in
silence.  Just like she did at home.  Not like those noisy Christensen
sisters.

   For Susanne, Eve had never done this before for her.  Sure, she had
gotten her off, but it was never like this.  She would be needing private
tutoring, like Eve got from this woman.

   Elisabeth enjoyed her time with Eve.  She knew all about her.  Her
sister-wife had told of all the adventures they had in the classroom at
school.  Just as she told her of the little pussies she examined in her
practice.

   She was getting the chance to try the girl out for herself.  She could
kiss well.  Her practice with her sister showed.  Elisabeth enjoyed the one
little boob that was starting to form.  It wouldn't be long before its
sister on the other side of her chest would begin to rise.  But for now,
she would enjoy asymmetry with one growing tit and the flatness of the
other side.  She gave them equal treatment in the kisses, licks and sucks
they got.  It was great fun to be able to pinch and gently squeeze the just
budding booblet.

   Nice as it was, and it was nice there were other places calling.  She
kissed her way down the girl's belly and into her pussy region.  She
feasted on the bounty there for a while lapping up her flowing waters. 
Kissing those bare lips.  Most of all partaking of the erect clit the girl
had thrust up.  Elisabeth toyed with it using her mouth while her fingers
explored the cave between the lips.

   It was all well and good, but this girl needed something more.  She knew
just what she needed, and she brought it along just for a situation like
this.  She grabbed her backpack and digging down to the bottom, found what
she was looking for.  She pulled it out and a small tube of lube out.  She
used the lube on that latex cock she brought along.

   Once it was ready, Eve was going to get it.  Elisabeth was gentle at
first, teasing it all around that little pussy hole.  Over the lips, around
the clit and back again.  All the while leaving its trail of slimy
slipperiness.  Then she struck.  Without warning, she plunged home that
recreation of a man into the center of her little girlhood.

   The girl was filled with the replica of a man.  Elisabeth gave her a
couple of seconds to get used to the feeling of the fullness of a man. 
Then she began to work it in and out of the girl.  Eve gave off grunts and
groans as the fake manhood worked its way into her pussy and into her
heart.

   This was the best feeling she had ever had.  She wanted more, she was
thrusting her hips to catch the movements of Elisabeth's toy.  Elisabeth
would go down, Eve would go up and when Elisabeth withdrew, so would Eve
getting ready for the next stroke.  It was setting her pussy on fire.  Then
her whole self was a blaze.  She was burning like the Chicago fire and
spreading everywhere.  She felt hotter than the sun.  Then, like a
supernova, she exploded.

   This time she wasn't quiet like she had to be, so her parents didn't
hear her.  Her cries matched that of the Christensen sisters.  Maybe Inga
was right they did have a lot in common.

   Eve chilled out, or passed out, it was hard to tell there for a few
seconds.  But she came around a bit sore.  She had the biggest grin on her
face that it had ever worn.  Even her sister hadn't ever seen her smile
like that before.

   Elizabeth took pride in her work.  But she wanted payback.  She had just
given her a major cum and she expected something back.  "Come, I want you
to eat me," she told the girl.  She spread her legs wide for her and took
her by the ears, leading her to the promised land.

   Eve was no stranger to licking pussy, but her experience had only been
her little sister.  Now she was looking into the gash of an adult.  Outside
of being bigger and her internal spring seeping more pussy honey, it looked
about the same as her sister.  Since Elisabeth had just given her the cum
of a lifetime, how could she refuse?  She could, but she risked losing her
ears, since the woman had a good hold on them, forcing the girl's face into
that lovely looking pussy.

   Eve's instincts took over.  She was kissing and licking all over the
place.  Her tongue was doing all the tricks it knew and was inventing more
on the fly.  She was determined to give as good as she got.  Her lips were
sucking, while her tongue was licking.  What they weren't taking care of,
her fingers were.  Eve finally settled on working Elisabeth's clit while
her fingers were pistoning in the woman.

   She had never had her fingers in a pussy before.  Her sister was too
small to do something like that.  Eve was going to town using first two,
then three fingers to fuck the older woman.  It was great fun for Eve and
even better fun for Elisabeth.  She did get a cum out of Eve's work.  Not
the greatest one she ever had, but one that was good enough for today. 
Maybe she could get the girl to give a better one another time.

   While Elisabeth was busy with Eve, Inga got the other three organized.
They were going to make a daisy chain.  None of them had heard of that
before.  Inga explained that each was going to be eating a girl's pussy and
at the same time a girl was going to be eating her pussy.

   Inga placed them where she wanted in the chain.  Starting with her she
placed Rachel so that Inga was going to be eating her.  Next in the line
would be Becky.  Rachel would be licking her pussy.  Becky in turn would be
giving oral sex to Susanne, who in turn would be doing that to Inga.  She
placed them that way a bit selfishly.  She wanted seconds of Rachel's
pussy. Inga also figured that Susanne had enough experience to do a good
job on her pussy.  Inga also figured that Becky would be a decent partner
for Susanne, so that set the order.

   Rachel asked, "How do you eat a pussy?  I've never done it before."

   Becky added, "I haven't either."

   "That's kind of what I figured, you girls are rather new to sex.  I am
sure it would be long before you are old hands at it.  But, being with a
girl is going to be different than being with a man.  So what I suggest you
do is do to your girl, what is being done to you," Inga counseled.

   Inga started it Everyone was lying on their side with their leg lifted
in the air so her girl could get in her head in, and begin her work.  Inga
did what she wanted.  Rachel received it and passed it on to Becky, who in
turn did on to Susanne.  She didn't need instructions and was able to do as
she pleased.

   Inga began by kissing the lips while her hands caressed Rachel's thigh,
as much as could get to in the position.  After a bit, it was obvious that
wasn't going to work and hands fell idle it was the mouths that mattered.
Kisses turned to licks and tongues pried the lips apart to get at the
insides.  The hands came back to work as fingers spread the lips and
entrances to their girlhoods were exposed.  Tongues were burrowed into the
holes.  Each of the girls were at least producing some pussy juice.  Inga
was relishing Rachel's as she and her sister were tasting it for the first
time.  Inga lead the parade by moving on to the clit.  Each of them was
doing her best to lick and suck on that magic place.

   Inga interrupted her eating to tell them, "Just because you have your
climax, doesn't mean that you have to stop working on your girl.  You can
only stop when your girl has gotten hers." Then she went back to work on
Rachel.

   Rachel was the first to get her cum from Inga's experienced mouth.  Inga
was the next to achieve one.  So first Inga's, then Susanne's, work was
done.  They could take a rest, though Susanne was still being pleasured.

   Rachel kept up her work on her little sister, doing whatever she could
think of to do.  Since she no longer had Inga working on her to guide her.
She was licking on the clit.  She tried taking it in her mouth and sucking
on it.  She ended up with a little tickle in her throat when she tried to
clear it, it produced a hum.  Becky squeaked with that.  Rachel did it
more. So it was that Becky was the next to pop.

   Now it was up to Becky to be giving it to Susanne, but without any
guidance.  The way she was eating, she was all over the map with what she
was doing.  One minute she would be licking the clit, then she was down
with her tongue in the pussy hole then she was back licking the lips. 
Susanne grabbed her head and firmly placed Becky's mouth square on her
clit. Becky got the idea and went back to work there.  But she is an
independent kind of girl and did her own thing.  That is she brought a
finger back into action.  She worked her mouth licking and sucking on her
clit, like she was directed.  While at the same time she went to
finger-fucking the slightly older girl.  That finally did it.  Susanne got
her cum.

   By the time all of the girls had gotten their cums again, it was obvious
that it was late and the sun was setting.  They needed to get a move on. 
Things were packed up, clothes were put on and with a next swallow of water
they headed down the trail.  They had the advantage that now they were
going down hill.  When the trial widened they were able to walk side by
side.  Inga took the older girls by the hand, while Elisabeth walked
holding the hands of the younger girls.  No longer were the Larson girls
and the Christensen girls enemies.  Having your tongue in your enemies
pussy tends to change those things.  They finally made it back to the van
just as the last of the twilight faded to darkness.

   Elisabeth stepped on it trying to get the girls home before the parents
would be asking questions.  The Larsons were dropped off first, because,
Elisabeth figured she would have less hassles with Stan about when they got
home.  But with the cover of darkness, the Larson adults couldn't see the
hot kisses exchanged between the girls and their adult leaders.

   Stan was waiting when the van pulled up in the lot, and his girls piled
out.  There was no chance to exchange kisses in the light of the motel
parking lot, especially when Stan walked out to meet them.

   "Your kind of late," he said.

   "Yes, we're sorry, we were having too much fun and didn't keep an eye on
the time," Inga said as way of apology.

   "So you had fun?" he asked the girls.

   "Yeah, it was great Stan," Rachel told him as the van drove off.

   "So what all did you do?" Stan asked.

   "We were hiking," Becky said.

   "Well I figured that."

   "Where did you go?"

   "There's this place up in the hills and we went to the source of this
stream," Rachel said.

   "OK, that sounds nice, but why go there?"

   "The stream was from a pool of warm water," Rachel said.  She was giving
out the info in small bites hoping that Stan would get fed enough without
too much being said.  She wasn't sure how much he would like it if he knew
they were all having sex there.  Probably those things were better left
unsaid, Rachel figured.  Becky knew enough to keep her mouth shut unless
she was asked something directly.

   "So you went to a pool of warm water?  That was the attraction?" He
asked.

   "Yeah, don't you think it's cool.  If there is warm water, that means
there must be something underground that warms it.  So maybe there is some
underground magma somewhere around," Rachel said, using what geologic
knowledge she had.

   "I guess maybe that's so," Stan said, swallowing the line.  "So what'd
you do there?"

   "I'll you this.  We should have broken in these shoes before we went on
so long a walk," Rachel deflected.

   "Your feet sore from them?" Stan said.  Rachel had steered him away from
his question.

   "What'd you do about it?"

   "We soaked our feet in the pool." Rachel said, not mentioning that she
was soaking all of her at the same time.  "Can we eat?  I'm hungry.  How
about you Becky?"

   "I'm starved.  I could eat a horse."

   "Careful, you might get it.  Your sister has been over there all day
helping to cook," Stan said with a little laugh.

   He put his arms around the shoulders of his future wives, and walked
them over next door to eat.  Sarah was released from the kitchen and joined
them.  Sarah had been seeing and smelling food all day and not able to eat
a bite of it.  She was as hungry and tired as her sisters.  They ate and
gave no arguments about going back to the motel and getting ready for bed.

   The girls were reluctant to let him leave.  They complained that they
hadn't seen him all day, and for him to stay the night with them.  After
much pleading and begging on the girl's part he agreed to stay, but where
to sleep.  Rachel and Becky were happy that he was going to stay, but they
were less than thrilled that Stan was going to sleep in the bed with Sarah.
In the end, not that it mattered much, as the girls were all asleep
quickly.

   Stan could lie there with Sarah cuddled up close to him.  She will be
his wife in a couple of weeks.  Over in the other bed are two more girls
that will be his wives too.  It hadn't felt so nice like this since he
spent the week with Hendrika.  Sarah is older than her but he has two more
who are younger.  He has always liked young girls.  It was a good thing
that his mother couldn't see him now.  She wouldn't approve, but he had to
figure his dad would.  Jerry had been with his mother since she was
Rachel's age.  Who knows if he didn't like them Becky's age too.  One thing
was for sure, his mom loved his dad, and he was dedicated to his family. 
That's how Stan felt now.  He was dedicated to his family, all three of
them.  He loved them, all three of them.

   In the morning the routine was to get ready for church, then over to the
restaurant for breakfast.  Then they went over to the church.

   While there Bart Sampson found him and was asking him what photographs
he would like.  He explained what he could do.  If Stan came over he could
show the different packages he could do.  He set up a time for the next
day. About that time his wife Lucille came over, she was the home economics
teacher at the high school.  She told Stan that if he was going to come
over to see Bart's photo packages, he should bring his girls.  She could
get their measurements for their wedding garments.  She said since there
was no school on Monday for the Memorial holiday he should bring them over
in the morning.  Before he could round up his girls, he was waylaid by
Ruben.  Ruben promised that he could start on the house remodeling on
Tuesday.

   Sarah was easy to find, it took a little longer to find Rachel and
Becky. They were in a back room.  When he walked in, the two pairs seemed
to jump apart.  Becky was with Inga, Elisabeth was with Rachel.  It almost
looked to Stan like they had been kissing.  The girls ran over to Stan.

   He asked the women, "How's it going?"

   "Pretty good," Inga answered him.

   "Where's Ben I didn't see him in the church?"

   "It's his weekend with Marie.  They went off on a little trip."

   "So you and Elisabeth had time on your own."

   "Yes, that is why we took the hike yesterday.  You don't mind that we
stole your girls away from you?"

   "No, it's fine, so long as they had a good time with you on the hike."

   "Yes, we had a great time.  If you don't mind, maybe we can do another
hike with them?" Inga asked.

   "I think they would like that.  Perhaps when we are back from our
honeymoon."

   "Oh, you're going to go on a honeymoon?" Inga asked.

   "Of course, we should have one, don't you think?"

   "I think that sounds nice.  Are you going to go somewhere?" Elisabeth
asked.

   "I thought we could go down to Las Vegas."

   "That sounds interesting," Elisabeth said.  "Oh, one other thing I can
give you.  If you drop by the office.  I have some cream.  I think it will
help clean up the carbuncles on Sarah's face.  Come get it anytime."

   He brought his girls out to the car.  On the way back to the house he
told them that they would start on the house on Tuesday.  He also told them
that tomorrow they need to go over and get measured for their wedding
garments.

   He went and picked up his guitars and put them in the trunk.  He didn't
want them anywhere that they could be stolen.  They went back to the motel,
and he played for them.  After they ate, they watched TV all together.

   When it was bedtime, Stan told them he would stay the night with them.
Sarah was happy because he was going to sleep in her bed.  But she wasn't
so happy when she found out since he slept with her last night, it would be
Rachel.  She would trade places with her, and Rachel would be the one
sleeping with Stan.

   They did their bathroom rituals with Stan going last.  He tucked in
Becky and Sarah and they got their good-night kisses, then he went over and
got in the bed with Rachel.  She wanted a good-night kiss, and she got one.

   She bided her time, finally Becky and Sarah were asleep.  She moved to
Stan and began to kiss him.  He turned her on.  Soon they had a make out
session going.  Rachel could kiss but it was a problem for her with her
lip. She couldn't do it very long.  What she really liked was having her
neck, ears and even her shoulders kissed.  They spent a good hour doing
that before Stan put an end to it.  They had things to do in the morning,
and he knew if they kept going he was going to end up doing more than he
wanted to at the moment.  He let her cuddle up to him and they went to
sleep.  She ended up on him much like Hendrika did the week he spent with
her.

   They were up and over to the Sampson's house.  Lucille measured them. 
She said that she could have her students make them as part of a class
assignment.  Lisa, another of Bart's wives, offered to have her class bake
a wedding cake for them.  Sarah wanted a chocolate cake.  Becky wanted a
yellow, and Rachel wanted lemon cake.  When Lisa asked Stan what kind he
wanted, he was surprised.  But he could go with a vanilla.  Lisa said she
could make a vanilla base with three layers, one of each of the kinds that
each girl wanted.

   When they were done being measured, they looked over what Bart could do.
They arrived at a consensus as to what they wanted.

   It was then that Caroline, Bart's other wife who ran a beauty shop said
she could do their hair for them for the wedding.  The girls were thrilled.
They never had anyone do their hair before.  She would open the shop for
them Saturday morning.

   They lacked one other thing.  They needed dresses.  They would have
their special wedding garments, but they were only to wear them for the
ceremony.  They would need something to wear at the reception.  He took
them back to the department store where they got their pants, because there
wasn't anywhere else to get them.  That took most of the morning and half
the afternoon.

   They missed their lunch so an early dinner was in order.  Being that it
was Memorial Day, it was only right that they bar-b-cue.  There was an old
grill Jerry had hanging around the garage.  He made a stop on the way home
and picked up some charcoal.  It was hamburgers and hot dogs for the girls
and a steak for him.  But he placed Sarah in charge of preparing the
vegetables and some rolls while he got the coals going and tended the meat.
There was a recipe for some potato salad.  Stan had the ingredients around
and Sarah tried her hand at making it.

   After dinner, he showed them the plans for the additional bedrooms. 
Everyone wanted the one closest to Stan's room.  He had to settle it by
having them draw straws.  Sarah got the one closest to Stan.  The other two
had the pair across from each other, farther away.  Becky was disappointed.
Rachel whispered something in her ear.  She looked at Rachel with a look of
amazement.  Then her frown turned into a smile.  Then she was OK with the
bedroom assignments.

   They didn't want to go back to the motel even though they had school in
the morning.  Stan agreed that they could stay at the house.  It was going
to be more crowded.  The three of them were going to have to sleep in the
queen sized bed.  Stan would take the couch.  He told them they were going
to have to be up early to get ready for school.  He tucked them in and each
got their good-night kiss.  He went back in the living room and watched the
TV with sound low for a while before he was ready for bed.

   He slept fairly well until he felt someone crawling in with him.  He
could tell by her size it was Becky.  He wasn't upset.  He had spent the
night with the other two, it might as well be her turn.  They snuggled
together.  He exchanged a few kisses with her.  She seemed to know what to
do with her tongue.

   Sarah was the one who came out to find Becky under the blanket.  "What
are you doing?  You know we have school." She confronted Becky.

   "I slept with you Saturday night, and Rachel Sunday night.  Why do you
care if she got a turn?  You will all get turns.  You might be the head
wife, but you are all my wives and everybody gets a turn.  Besides, you
should be happy, if she was out here it meant more room in the bed for you.
That bed is pretty tight with you three peas in that pod," Stan said,
giving her a smile to disarm her.

   Stan got them off to school, then made a quick stop at Elisabeth's
office.  Then he returned home to find Ruben directing the unloading of the
material he would be needing.  His workers pulled up right afterward. 
While they were getting organized Stan asked about colors for the bedrooms.
Ruben promised to bring in color tabs so they could see what they could
choose from.

   Once they had gotten to work, he headed off to his shop.  He had some
work to do.  He was helping John rebuild an engine.  He was there when he
got a call from Ben.  He said that Judge Beam had called wanting to talk to
Stan.  Stan called over to the courthouse.  He was told the judge was in
court and to call back in two hours.  Stan did that.  This time they put
him through to the judge's chambers.

   "Stan my boy, I'm going to be needing you to come in.  I need you to
sign some papers.  Can you bring the girls with you after three on
Thursday?"

   "Sure judge, what's up?"

   "I have the paperwork making you the guardian for the Christensen girls,
also more, if they want to change their names to yours.  I have the
paperwork to grant the court's permission for Sarah to marry you.  You are
still wanting to marry them?"

   "Yes, I want to do that and I think they want that too," Stan told him.

   "That's good, I think you will be very good for them.  Some nice young
wives are a good thing for a young man." He gave a little laugh, then said,
"Young wives are good for a man at any age.  Oh, and bring Sarah's birth
certificate if you have it, and her school ID."

   Stan went back to work with John until it was time for school to let
out. He had to go pick up his girls.  He took them back to the house.  The
back wall was removed so the house was open.  He was going to have to spend
the nights at the house.  They would be spending nights at the motel.  The
girls were less than thrilled about that when he told them.