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Island Fever 5: Family
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 06: "Osculation"
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-*- Saturday, March 12, 2016 -*-
-*- Sandvika, Norway -*-
I opened my eyes and blinked several times in succession,
only then to focus on the green numbers that stared back at
me from the digital clock on the bedside table. The time was
5:31am on Saturday morning. Yet again, still too early.
I cradled my head in my hand and gazed down at Amy who
slept next to me peacefully. She was using my left shoulder
as a pillow, her wild, disheveled mass of red hair tickling my
face and chin, with one arm draped across my chest. On the
opposite side, Pamela was squished tight upon me and snoozing
away as well. I took a deep breath and savored the way that
I was feeling in this moment. Fulfilled. Loved. Happy.
In the large, over-sized bed here in the master suite,
there were bodies everywhere. It was a sea of humanity with
Pamela and Amy directly flanking me on either side, with Trish
nestled in close nearby, one of her legs tucked under mine.
Kristanna and Scarlett were on opposite sides of the bed, each
clutching their respective body pillow, which helped both
pregnant women get through the night and rest comfortably.
Lindsay hugged Kristanna from behind, while Devon cradled
Scarlett's head to her. All of the ladies were fast asleep.
I led a pretty awesome life, to say the least. How could I
possibly complain about anything when I woke up as the lone
man amongst seven gorgeous, enchanting women, almost all of
them wearing little to no attire? Plus, later tonight, I was
going to marry Scarlett. She would be my seventh wife. But,
would Scarlett be my final wife? Alison, who was sleeping
elsewhere in the mansion right now, wanted to join the family.
I felt somewhat sleep-deprived, but that was nothing new,
and I certainly was not going to gripe about it. Throughout
the night, Trish and I woke up at 12:30am to tend to our son,
Jackson. At 1:05am, immediately after I laid back down, Kaden
woke up screaming, having experienced a bad nightmare.
I went off to the nursery to comfort him, but he wanted
his mother, Kristanna. I tried to tell him no - Mommy was
pregnant and very tired - but Kaden would have none of it. I
was about to wake Kristanna, which I did not want to do, but
then along walked in Lindsay to give Kaylee, our (near)
one-month-old daughter, an overnight feeding. Lindsay, with
her midas touch, held and rocked Kaden until he finally went
back to sleep, eliminating the need to rouse Kristanna. At
the same time, I bottle-fed Kaylee and she dozed off as well.
I woke up again, this time at 2:46am, but it was on my own
accord. I was thirsty and, for whatever reason, desperately
needed a drink of water. I got out of bed and ventured off
to the kitchen, where I found Alison rummaging through the
refrigerator. Something triggered inside of me - and I am
still not quite sure exactly what it was - and I found myself
kissing Alison. Madly, deeply, and with great desire.
But I left the kitchen abruptly, as well as a flustered,
spellbound Alison, and went back to bed. The kiss had ended
just as suddenly as it began. It took well more than an hour,
but I was finally able to drift back to sleep after tossing
and turning repeatedly, recalling the heated kitchen kissing
incident in my mind over and over again.
I was jarred awake once more at 4:39am, this time to a
very loud and crying Dani Grace via the baby monitor. I made
a motion to get out of bed, but Amy was quick to insist that
I stay here and go back to sleep. She was well aware that I
had been tending to some of the other children throughout the
night and wanted to take care of our daughter herself. Two
minutes later, I was out like a light.
Awake yet again, but this time not because of an upset
toddler or infant, or even a dry, parched throat, I took in
my surroundings one more time. God, what did I do to deserve
these seven women in my life? Hmmmmm, how much longer would
it take before I was saying _eight_ women instead of seven?
My body was still buzzing over what happened with Alison.
Unable to resist, I focused on Amy for several moments and
simply watched her sleep, only then to place a kiss upon her
temple. "Uh oh," I grimaced, as Amy's green eyes fluttered
open. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry, honey."
A slow, genuine smile spread across Amy's face when our
eyes met. "You are?"
I thought for a moment. "No. Not really." I slid down
the bed slightly, not wanting to wake the others, so that I
was face-to-face with Amy. "I love watching you sleep. I
could do it for hours. You know that. But now that you're
awake, I can do this." I leaned in and caught Amy's mouth
in a soft and highly sensual good morning kiss.
Amy slid her arms around my waist and pulled me in even
closer. "I enjoy waking up to kisses from you, Jeremy. I
always have. What time is it, anyway?"
"Too early."
Amy stole a look at the clock. "Wow... yeah. What are
you doing up at five-thirty? Was one of the kids crying?
I didn't hear anything on any of the baby monitors."
"All seems to be quiet now," I told her. "I just... I
couldn't sleep. Been quite the eventful night, I guess." I
grinned sheepishly, not wanting to mention Alison, and added,
"Maybe you and Pamela rubbing and bumping against me throughout
the night was too much for me to handle. What do you think?"
"I think you're nervous and cannot sleep, because you are
marrying Scarlett tonight," Amy chirped with a smile. "Of all
men to be nervous on their wedding day... you? Really? You,
Jeremy? This will be wedding number seven for you."
"Bah!" I disagreed. "I'm not nervous at all."
"Yes, you are."
"You're kind of sexy in the morning," I offered, changing
the subject. "Have I told you I love your morning voice?"
"Oh yeah?" Amy said, purposefully allowing it to drop.
"Hmmmmm." There was a brief pause. "We're both awake."
"We are."
"Kind of a shame to let such a golden opportunity go to
waste. You're here. I'm here. Let's have some fun?"
"Go back to sleep," came Pamela's groggy, weary voice from
behind me, as she rustled about in bed and kissed the back
of my neck. "Both of you, go back to sleep. We have a long
day ahead of us." Pamela let out an agitated, little moan,
then seemed to fade right back into dreamland.
"Girl has a point," Amy whispered, kissing my cheek. "And
I don't want to wake any of the others just yet."
Reluctantly, I nodded my head and closed my eyes.
The next thing I remembered was waking up from a very
deep and relaxing sleep. My body felt disconnected and
weighted down, but in the best possible way. It was that
good of a sleep. And it was 9:45am.
I closed my eyes and tried to get my fuzzy brain to focus.
Indeed, it was going to be a monumental day for Scarlett and
I, as well as the rest of the family. We were going to
officially welcome her into our little circle later tonight.
I stretched, enjoying the way my body felt, both energized
and rested after four hours of uninterrupted sleep. With
five little ones in the house, that was extremely rare.
I tossed on an old pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, and
wandered down the hallway. And that was when it hit me - the
amazing aroma of fresh coffee and bacon frying. I absolutely
loved the smell of fresh bacon in the morning!
As I made my way into the kitchen, there was Scarlett
standing over the stove, already showered and ready for the
day. Well, at least the early part of it. Scarlett's hair
was down and her long blonde bangs fell just short of her
left eye. She had on jeans, a short-sleeved white maternity
blouse and Amy's green smiley face apron tied around her. A
morning news telecast played nearby on the television.
Scarlett smiled upon seeing me standing there. "You're
up. I was about to bring you breakfast in bed."
"You don't have to do that," I told her. "You're three
weeks from your due date, sweetheart. You should be resting.
Tonight is going to be very long and taxing on you."
Scarlett smiled flirtatiously. "I'm hoping for it." She
then giggled and added, "Looks like you're the one who needs
the rest, Jeremy. You big sleepy-head!" She became serious
in ending, "I worry about you not getting enough sleep."
I strolled over to my fiancee and reeled her in for a
lingering kiss. "So, good morning."
"Morning," she swooned back at me.
I tugged on the green cloth. "You look cute in this apron."
"Why, thank you." Scarlett glanced down at the apron. "I'm
doing my best Amy impersonation. I thought you may like having
breakfast in bed. That was my idea, anyway."
"Where is everyone else?"
"They went to the hairdresser to get all dolled up for
tonight, babies with them and all." Scarlett paused, but
then smiled and continued, "Being a bridesmaid is awesome.
The girls wanted to let you sleep and get some rest, Jeremy,
so they left without saying goodbye." She glanced at her
wristwatch. "I have a hair appointment myself at noon."
"So you and I are the only two people in the house?"
"You got it."
I grinned at the idea. "Hmmmmm. Interesting."
"Hold your horses there, bucko, and save your energy for
tonight," Scarlett giggled. "You and I have a one-on-one date
which starts immediately following the wedding reception."
"In the bedroom?"
"In the bedroom," she confirmed.
Our meal of bacon, omelets and toast was indeed a nice
surprise. We ate slowly while going over last minute details
and ideas for the upcoming ceremony and reception, and even
watched a little bit of television together on the sofa.
The wedding was going to be very small and intimate, with
just a few guests invited - mostly Scarlett's inner family,
Kristanna's parents and her sister, and our good friends
Mike, Carolyn and Barbara. And, of course, my other six
wives, as well as Alison. My father wanted to be here, but
at 77 years old, he had been feeling a bit under the weather
in recent weeks and we decided that it would not be wise for
him to travel to Norway all the way from California. So, Dad
was going to watch a live video feed of the wedding over the
Internet. Unfortunately, it was the best I could do for him.
Scarlett and I originally met on the date of July 29, 2014,
which also happened to be the same day that my first child,
Kaden, was born. She was actually Kristanna's primary nurse
and caregiver (out of pure luck) that day at the hospital.
Scarlett had just been hired on there as a labor and delivery
nurse earlier in the year; she absolutely loved her job at the
hospital. On that particular day, there was a definite mutual
attraction between Kristanna and Scarlett, as well as Devon.
Amicable and outgoing, Kristanna broke the ice, so to
speak, following Kaden's birth and arrival. She spoke at
length in her hospital room the following day with Scarlett
and explained to her the ins and outs of our relationship and
marriage, hoping to coax her in and perhaps one day make her
a part of it. When Devon joined the discussion, followed by
Pamela, Scarlett was flabbergasted. She had never heard of a
seven-way relationship before, but the idea intrigued her.
As did the collection of alluring women who constantly paraded
in and out of Kristanna's room, wanting to catch a glimpse of
Kaden. Scarlett, who admitted to them that she was bi-sexual,
also felt a sudden attraction toward Trish, Lindsay and Amy.
Things progressed from there and, a month later, Scarlett
found herself as the centerpiece of an eight-person orgy
following a wild and eventful party one evening in our mansion.
It was her first time actually having sex with any of us, and
we left her well satisfied, yet also craving more.
Scarlett actually moved into the mansion with us shortly
thereafter, but insisted on having her own private bedroom in
the guest corridor for the first couple of months. Although
fascinated by our lifestyle and its limitless possibilities,
Scarlett did not want to jump in and go full-throttle quite
yet. It was certainly understandable. She also kept her job
and the full-time hours associated with it at the hospital.
Scarlett took things slow for the rest of 2014, gradually
easing herself into our unique lifestyle. She went to
Cincinnati with us that December to witness the memorable and
excessively lavish cathedral wedding that took place for Trish
and Lindsay. The outpouring of emotion and support, not to
mention the overall spectacle, clinched it for Scarlett. She
was ready to commit to us, our life, and proceed even further.
Scarlett's commitment became official on April 5, 2015
(Easter Sunday) when I proposed marriage to her over dinner
at her parents' house in front of them, as well as her three
brothers and one sister. Although her family gave us their
blessing, they did not necessarily agree with or understand
our decision to marry. Scarlett would be one of seven wives,
and that did seem right at all. To them, Scarlett was being
added to my harem. And while several may argue that it was
indeed a harem, to me, quite simply, it was family.
Still, we had the approval, albeit a reluctant one, from
Scarlett's folks. The primary reason her parents went along
with it was because Scarlett was their daughter, and they
trusted her judgment. She told them many times over of the
love and happiness she felt not only with me, but the other
ladies as well. "I want to spend the rest of my life with
Jeremy and his family," Scarlett told her parents over and
over again. Finally, those words sunk in.
As we cleared the dishes following breakfast, I stole a
glance at Scarlett, enjoying the domesticity of the morning.
Being with her felt so natural, so everyday. I was going to
spend the rest of my life with Scarlett and, believe it or
not, the thought nearly knocked me over. I smiled as the
revelation washed over me in a wave of equal parts excitement
and joy. Scarlett was carrying my son, nurturing him inside
of her, and soon I would finally be able to call her my wife.
And dear God, she looked exquisite, all plump and pregnant.
Once I took a seat at the kitchen table, I noticed that
Scarlett was smiling broadly. "Krissy told me earlier that I
better enjoy these final few hours and minutes, because my
days of bacheloretting will soon be forever gone."
"Bacheloretting?" I arched an eyebrow at her.
"Bacheloretting. Don't look at me like that. It's a word.
Well... it's one of Krissy's words."
"Her vocabulary is quite unique," I conceded.
After closing the distance between us, Scarlett tapped my
upper thigh with an extended finger and shyly asked, "Excuse
me, sir, but is this seat taken?"
I smiled at her. "Well, I was hoping for this really cute
and attractive nurse that I know, but I suppose you'll do."
"You're so good to me."
I gave her a bottled water. "Look at that. I really am."
Scarlett nudged herself onto my lap and hooked her left
arm around my neck and shoulders as I placed a hand upon her
stomach and began massaging it. I could tell that Scarlett
enjoyed the opportunity to get off of her feet for a little
bit. With her pregnancy, she had gained 34 pounds and her
back had been really bothering her in recent weeks.
Not before long, as Scarlett took a couple swigs of the
bottled water, her expression softened even more and she
looked deeply at me. "I heard that you had... quite the
little... experience overnight, perhaps I should say, in this
very kitchen?" My eyes went wide as she added, "There was
you, there was little Alison, and there was... kissing."
"Oh?" I countered, caught off-guard a bit. I was totally
unaware that Scarlett - or any of the other ladies, for that
matter - had any inclination as to what happened overnight.
"And who told you this? How did you find out about it?"
"When Amy was making everyone breakfast earlier - minus
you, Jeremy, since you're a big sleepy-head - Alison came
bursting in with Lindsay and told everyone that you kissed
her overnight." Scarlett shifted about in my lap and settled
even deeper into it, tilting her head to the side, perhaps
gauging my reaction. "Alison said that she was hungry; was
looking for a snack here in the kitchen. You show up at
three A-M, kiss her completely out of the blue, then turn and
run away like a thief in the middle of the night." Scarlett
narrowed her gaze and scrunched her face at me. "Why did you
run away like a thief... in the middle of... the night?"
I was already sagging, my head low. "Is Alison upset?"
"Upset? No. Why would she be upset that you kissed her?"
"No," I clarified. "Upset that I left like that."
"I have no idea," Scarlett shrugged, rather innocently.
"Kristanna, Pamela and Devon made a beeline for the voyeur
room almost immediately." I chuckled inwardly, knowing it
would be those three who felt it necessary to go to the
voyeur room and launch an _investigation_ into the incident.
They probably stumbled over themselves along the way!
"They came back and told me and Amy that they found the
video footage of you slipping little Alison the tongue."
Scarlett giggled at her own words. "I have yet to see it,
but it's there waiting whenever I decide to watch it."
Scarlett leaned in closer, now with a look of utter intrigue
upon her sweet, cover-girl face. "So what brought this on?"
"I don't know," was my honest answer. "It was not planned
or premeditated on my part at all. I had no idea that Alison
was even in the kitchen to begin with. I was tired, I was
half-asleep. It was dark, all I really saw at first was her
silhouette. Something came over me. I just had to kiss her."
Scarlett moaned dreamily. "Silhouettes are sexy."
As I thought more about it, turning and walking away from
Alison the way that I did was a pretty rotten move on my part.
How could I possibly impose my will and kiss this girl in the
manner I did, without any build-up or an invitation to do so,
then simply leave like it never happened?
Oh, I knew the reason why. But the whole act was so very
selfish on my part, and I did not take Alison's feelings into
consideration at all. If I stayed there and continued kissing
her, other things would have surely happened. Things such as
my hands traveling to inappropriate places on her body. Oh...
her young, _nubile_ body. And those hands, perhaps, sliding
the straps of her camisole top down, exposing her breasts for
my lecherous, twice-her-age eyes to partake in. If I did not
hightail it and run, could I have controlled my hands if they,
say, began peeling down Alison's pajama pants?
So I left before something major happened that Alison and
I may have both regretted in the future. It was way too early
in our relationship for something sexual to happen between us.
Still, I had been incredibly selfish in my actions and showed
zero regard for Alison and her own feelings. How could I kiss
her like that, then walk away without a single word? That
sort of behavior went against everything I tried to believe in
and the gentlemanly way I wanted to project myself as.
Indeed, it was if I was a thief who got the treasure, then
purposefully ran away in the middle of the night.
I led a very fulfilling sex life, with six (and soon to be
seven) wives. I could, quite honestly, have sex any time of
the day that I wanted. At least one of my wives would always
be ready and willing to be with me, no matter the situation.
Thus, I did not want to look at Alison as a notch on the
proverbial bedpost. I wanted to do things right with her.
There should have been no rush with her, no wild lust that
needed to be quenched on my part. I had enough already. I
wanted to get to know Alison; really care about her as a
person (and vice versa) before a major event occurred between
us. Really, was that too much to ask for? To strive for?
It was a very delicate situation, made worse by the fact
that she and Lindsay were sisters. Screwing this up could
conceivably cause irreparable damage to my marriage with
Lindsay. With Trish. Hell, with everyone.
Did I ruin everything with that kiss? Not so much the
kiss, I suppose, since Alison certainly seemed to enjoy it,
and give me everything she had back in return. Rather, the
fact that I walked away from her. Did that ruin any chance
we had at a bona-fide relationship? Did I upset Alison,
perhaps leave her hurt and confused? Ultimately, would my
relationship with Lindsay be damaged as well?
"Let's go to the voyeur room," I told Scarlett, already
having stood up and now guiding her out of the kitchen by
the hand. While Scarlett would probably be interested most
in the kitchen kissing incident itself, I was more worried
about what happened afterward. What was Alison's reaction
when I turned and left, not even giving her a second look?
"Now that's fucking hot," Scarlett proclaimed moments
later, her green eyes glazed over with mad, wanton lust, as
she watched me descend upon Alison and kiss her via the big
monitor in the voyeur room. "Oh my... fucking fantastic!
Did you see the look on Alison's face just before you kissed
her? Oh. My. God." Scarlett then tilted her head from
side to side several times in succession, and let out a cheery
giggle. "Why am I enjoying watching my fiance make out with
another girl on our wedding day?"
"Because our life is unique," I reminded her.
"Indeed, it is," she agreed. "And I love our life."
While Scarlett seemed enamored with the shared kiss and
everything about it, I was here in the voyeur room, as I
said, to witness the aftermath.
Alison stood in the kitchen, wide-eyed, watching as I
disappeared around the corner of the wall. Her mind was
racing, it seemed, going a million miles an hour, trying
to catch up and process the series of events which just
took place. "Jeremy!..." she called out, taking a single
step forward, but then halting. I did not hear her.
As her breathing returned to normal, Alison touched her
lips and stared blindly at the wall I had vanished behind,
but it surely offered her no answers. Her sweet apple cider,
still half-full, sat on the counter's edge. She abandoned
it and, still touching her lips, a look of confusion spread
across her face, then anger. Anger? Oh no...
The screen faded to black once as she exited the kitchen.
Now not only did I have to worry about walking away from
Alison and her reaction to it, but given time to gather her
thoughts and emotions, was she actually angry that I kissed
her in the first place too? Honestly, I had no right to kiss
her the way I did. But I did. I did... and I enjoyed it.
"What's wrong?" Scarlett screeched, confused herself, as I
stormed out of the voyeur room in a flash.
* * *
I eventually settled down and had a lengthy discussion
with Scarlett concerning Alison and all of the anxiety, the
highs, the lows, that I felt regarding the situation as a
whole. While she understood my viewpoint, Scarlett claimed
that I was doing what I often do - over-analyze and worry
too much; make things seem a lot more complicated than they
actually were. Perhaps she was right?
"Alison has been dying for you to make a move on her for
the past month," Scarlett reminded me. "Alison may be curious
as to why you left her so abruptly, but I guarantee you,
Jeremy, that she wanted you to kiss her, and has zero regrets
you did. Remember, I spoke to her earlier. There is nothing
to worry about with Alison... with Lindsay or Trish, anyone.
The walls are not tumbling down because you kissed Alison."
Scarlett was able to my quell my fears somewhat, but I
would not be able to rest easy until I got confirmation on
the whole matter from Alison herself. I thought about
calling Alison's cell phone, but figured it would be best to
have that discussion - if we were to have one at all - in
person. Alison and the other ladies would return home from
their trip to the hairdresser... sometime.
Speaking of the salon, Scarlett's mother, Melanie, showed
up at 11:30am so she could take her daughter to get her hair
done. I was not about to let Scarlett drive off by herself
at such a late stage of her pregnancy, but she did not want me
to see her hairstyle - or anything about her bridal setup -
until she walked down the aisle later tonight. Thus, I was
not permitted to drive her there. Enter Melanie, who was
more than happy to take Scarlett to the stylist, and then
help her prepare for the wedding ceremony itself.
I still could not believe that I actually was going to
marry Scarlett! We had been engaged for almost a year now.
It was definitely a long wait, but well worth it.
At 12:20pm, I was becoming a bit restless. Why were the
others not home yet? According to Scarlett, they all left
as a group at 8:40am this morning. I know they all wanted
to look dazzling for the wedding tonight, but how long did
it seriously take for a woman to get her hair done?
"Where are you?" was a text I sent to Kristanna at 12:33pm.
Less than a minute later, I received a response.
"we will be home soon loverboy!!!"
"Oh God..." I moaned upon reading the message, holding my
head in my hands. Kristanna called me _loverboy_. She was
going to have a field day with me. Kristanna was going to
tease and pester me, albeit in a fun and good-natured way,
about what happened with Alison overnight.
I could only imagine the discussions amongst my six wives,
as well as Alison, while they had been out today. Kristanna
was such a gossip-monger, and Devon was just one step behind
her. I recalled last evening, when Kristanna and Devon, as
well as Pamela, did their best to get any information out of
me concerning my dinner date at the pier with Alison. They
were like hungry vultures circling their prey! There was
nothing juicy for them to sink their teeth into, so to speak,
but that certainly was not the case any longer.
My phone, now resting upon the coffee table, buzzed again.
It was another text from Kristanna.
"got a new name for u - BOX TONSILS!"
Box Tonsils? Wasn't that defined as the act of engaging
in a furious kiss with someone else by way of open mouths and
probing tongues? That was my new nickname now? Oh boy...
the gossip amongst them must have been at an all-time high
thus far this morning. It had to be out of control.
* * *
"All I'm saying is that you don't have to follow me into
every room. You probably have more important stuff to do."
Shredder stared up at me in response, his stubby little
tail thwacking back and forth. "Listen, you're a very cute
dog, I concede this. But I already scratched your ears and
your stomach, and tossed around that rubber bone you like so
much 15 or 20 times. I got a lot on my mind, Shredder. I
have the hots for my wife's sister, and I need to know that
what happened last night between her and I does not turn
into a major catastrophe. You feel me? You feeling me,
boy? What more can I do for you?"
Shredder upped the ante and now it appeared as if his
entire body was wagging.
"Yes, you're adorable and I like you, but I have no idea
how to help you further. Lindsay, your mom, should be home
soon." I turned and walked through the door to the bedroom,
Shredder still at my feet. This dog came with a lot of
pressure. He was a good dog, quiet and well-behaved, but
dogs were not my specialty. I did not quite know why he was
following me, but I felt tempted to offer him a cold,
alcoholic beverage. Lord knows I could have used one.
And hell, I did not even drink alcohol.
As Shredder looked on from the spot he favored at the end
of the bed, I changed from my morning attire into my black
wedding suit slacks and the chic, white button-up shirt that
went along with it. I curled my toes up in celebration of
not having to put on the tuxedo jacket or shoes until later.
I then went about making some spaghetti and meatballs in the
kitchen, the same kitchen where my world had gotten rocked
in several hours prior. I tried not to dwell on it.
Mid-stir, Lindsay came waltzing through the entranceway to
the kitchen, her luxurious blonde hair styled to absolute,
utter perfection, her mascara impeccable. She had a shopping
bag on one arm and Kaylee, our daughter, hitched in the other.
"Hey," Lindsay casually said to me, smiling.
"Hi. Want some spaghetti?"
"That smells amazing, but I must pass," she informed me.
"All of us had lunch already." Lindsay slid the bag from her
arm and leaned down to greet Shredder. "Solve all of the
world's problems today, Shredder? You're helping Jeremy
cook, I bet. Aren't you? You're a good cook!" What? No
mention of Alison yet? Interesting.
"Shredder is okay, I guess," I said. "Honestly, he could
do a little more stirring and a lot less staring." I inclined
my head toward the pot. "You don't know what you're missing,
Lindsay. This is a [Last Name] specialty. My mom's recipe."
"Lindsay is missing your cooking, which is probably a good
thing," Amy mused as she and Pamela made their way into the
kitchen, both of them carrying their respective daughters as
well. Pamela set Piper down, though, and the 15-month-old
toddler came rushing over and hugged at my legs. I knelt down
to greet her with a little kiss, then stood up and did the
same for Dani Grace and Kaylee.
"Jeremy does makes good spaghetti," Pamela offered. "I
have to give him that."
"Anything I can do to help with the food?" At the mere
sound of Alison's voice, I gulped my throat. Time literally
stood still. Perhaps my hour of reckoning was finally here?
"Good afternoon, Jeremy," Alison cheerfully said as I turned
to face her. Alison's blonde hair was in a delicate braid and
she sported an army green button-up that she had left untucked
atop black leggings and lace-up boots. Alison looked fresh
and chipper, as if she did not have a care in the world.
"Why don't you grab some plates?" Lindsay suggested to her
younger sister. "I'm not hungry, but obviously Jeremy is, and
maybe some others will want a little spaghetti. Especially
Kaden and Piper. You know how much Kaden loves all pasta."
Alison did as she was told and set the table for up to
five people. More could be added if necessary. Okay, this
seemed oddly normal. Too normal. Suddenly, it was as if
Alison and I did not even share a kiss at all overnight.
No one was talking about it. Not a single word. No one even
hinted at it. Seriously, I thought inwardly, what gives?
"I smell SPAGHETTI!" Kristanna chirped in a happy tone,
as she entered the kitchen alongside Devon and Kaden. "You
want some spaghetti, Kaden? You still hungry, wild man?"
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, his arms flailing about wildly.
Kaden rumbled over to me and latched onto my right leg.
Piper, who had just meandered away seconds ago, followed
suit by returning and latching onto my left.
"Awwwww!" Devon swooned. "They've missed their daddy."
"Doggie!" Kaden exclaimed, pointing at Shredder, before
turning and rushing after him. "DOGGIE!" Kaden roared as
he then chased Shredder down the hallway. Devon quickly
followed them, wanting to keep a watchful eye on Kaden.
"You be nice to Shredder, Kaden!" I called out to him in
strict warning. But Devon would see to that for me.
I set the bowl of spaghetti on the dining room table next
to the salad I had thrown together earlier.
"Smells delicious," Alison observed. My eyes wide, I
returned her gaze. Your lips _taste_ delicious, Alison, I
said to myself. Then I had to shake my head, clear the
mental cobwebs. What was this girl doing to me?
"Jackson is doing so much better with his neck," Trish
mused, the final woman of the group to enter the fray. She
held our son close and splayed kisses all across his little,
adorable face and head. "I don't even notice a tilt at all
anymore. How about any of you?"
Trish was referring, of course, to the diagnosis of
torticollis that Jackson had received from his pediatrician
and chiropractor nearly two weeks ago. Through his therapy
sessions at the doctor, as well as here at home, Jackson had
shown a marked, vast improvement.
"I told you he was going to be fine," Kristanna countered.
"When is Jackson's next appointment at the chiropractor?"
"Tuesday," Trish responded. "I'm hoping it's his last."
She massaged Jackson's neck and made goo-goo eyes at him.
"Oh, you're feelin' so much better, aren't you? Aren't you?"
Trish serenaded him with kisses yet again. "So handsome!"
"I'll have a bit of the salad," Kristanna told Alison, who
dutifully scooped some of it out and onto a plate for her.
Okay. This was not what I had been expecting. There was
not even a hint made concerning the kitchen kissing incident.
Didn't Kristanna just call me _loverboy_ and _Box Tonsils_ in
a pair of texts earlier? Now, instead of expounding on that
since we were face to face, Kristanna wanted salad? _Salad_?
She did not want to tease me, or even get my side of the story
as to what possessed me to kiss Alison in the first place?
"Where is Scarlett?"
"Off with her mom," I said to Amy, shocked. Just shocked.
Why wasn't I being bombarded with questions concerning Alison?
Why wasn't Alison questioning me about my motives herself?
As Kristanna, Trish, Kaden, Piper and yours truly settled
into the afternoon snack, while everyone else dispersed
elsewhere, my anxiety began to slip away simply because
everything had fallen back into place. Things were indeed
normal. Kristanna was in her usual, easy rhythm, sharing
idle chatter and being her standard, gregarious self. And I
must say, the spaghetti turned out great. Trish was impressed.
It always made me feel good to draw a big smile out of her.
Not to be forgotten, I was going to marry Scarlett later
tonight, and I had a lot of last minute stuff to do and take
care of before the ceremony commenced. Time was running out.
Scarlett and I were getting married at Quisling Castle in
downtown Oslo, a 60-room structure built in 1891, originally
designed to be a bachelor pad for its wealthy and eccentric
owner, Lidvalg Quisling. Fully renovated, the ballrooms and
banquet halls located within exuded details of a romantic,
bygone era, like the 13th-century stained-glass windows.
Guests were going to be offered a quick history lesson with a
guided tour of the castle's art before they were shown to
their seats. And the ambiance won't be lost during dinner -
meals were served on centuries-old antique tables.
I had actually rented the entire castle for a four day
period (Friday to Monday). Yesterday, in the morning and
afternoon, Devon and Amy worked with the wedding planners
and professional decorators getting everything spruced up
and ready to go. Last night, Trish and Lindsay lent their
help and expertise into finishing things off.
Originally our wedding ceremony was going to be very
intimate and even more private, here on the farm, but
Scarlett was quite adamant that she wanted to have a
story-book wedding at the famed Quisling Castle in Oslo.
Really, it made perfect sense. What better place for a
princess to get married than a castle?
Suddenly, I found myself alone in the dining room with
the last remnants of my spaghetti meal. Kristanna had
guided Kaden away moments ago, and Trish did the same for
Piper, both of them telling me that the toddlers needed to
get changed into their own formal wear for the wedding.
Trish also wanted to find Lindsay, who taken both Jackson
and Kaylee away before we sat down for our quick snack.
I checked my wristwatch. It was 1:45pm. I was already
running late, but did not want to leave any dirty dishes
behind for Amy - or anyone else - to have to clean up. All
of us would be spending the night at Quisling Castle, and I
certainly did not want any messy dishes to be left in the
sink here at home until tomorrow or even sometime on Monday.
Thus, I quickly sprang into action, collecting the used
plates, silverware and glasses from the table, and giving
them a good scrub-down. Once I was finished, I stood with
my hands on my hips and surveyed the state of things.
Afternoon meal complete.
Dishes done.
Time to go to the castle.
But my grandest plans were quickly thrown into disarray
and all bets were off when I turned and found Alison, her
gaze purposeful, standing at the entranceway to the kitchen.
The 19-year-old's lush, pink lips were parted slightly and
she was alone, which clearly meant that I was in for some
serious trouble. Alison, usually sweet and demure, was on a
mission, and she was sexy as hell.
Without a word spoken, Alison closed the distance between
us and met me in a kiss that certainly could not be described
as tender or slow. No, this was primal and fast and totally
unbridled, a furious clash of lips and tongues, and it was
way past good. It was maddening, toe-curling, off the charts.
Alison kissed me with wild abandon - hard, thorough,
aggressive. And even before my mind was able to fully
register what was transpiring, I was giving Alison back just
as much. Kissing this girl was my newfound drug in life,
and I was an addict to the worst degree.
Alison actually backed me toward the wall, my sheer need
skyrocketing exponentially with every step that was taken.
Her little hands were on me now and that was excellent.
First they were on my waist, then gliding up to my ribcage
before circling around my torso for a torrid embrace. She
then moved her hands downward and clutched my backside, and
I moaned into the kiss as a sharp bolt of electricity flared
toward every nerve ending within my body.
Finally, Alison pushed her tongue into my mouth and
explored, the taste of her making me forget all of the worry
and anxiety that I felt earlier. I was totally alive and
energized, burning with desire, as I began to undo the row
of buttons down the front of Alison's army green blouse. I
desperately wanted to get her out of those clothes!
And soon, standing in front of me was the perfect, little
cheerleader body, Alison's white bra clearly visible as each
half of the blouse now dangled to either side. I broke the
kiss only so I could step back and admire the gorgeous sight.
Alison's body should have came with a warning label, because
the slender lines that melted to sexy curves were wreaking
havoc on my ability to think clearly. But there was no
time for that. I wanted to feel that body against me again.
I found Alison's mouth and steered her toward the kitchen
counter. It was time for me to release nearly three whole
years of pent-up lust and frustration on this girl. I had
plans of bending Alison over the counter, having my way with
her, until she screamed and called out my name in orgasm.
If Kristanna or any of the others wanted to join in as well,
they were more than welcome to. Even Lindsay.
However, Alison put a halt to our shared kiss, bringing a
hand to my mouth and temporarily holding it there. Confused,
I tried to move the hand away, but she would have none of it.
"We can't," Alison gasped, almost out of breath, trying to
maneuver her way out from where I had pinned to the counter.
"I want to, Jeremy, but we can't. Not right now."
"Why not?" I asked, full of desperation and need. This
girl assaults me with a kiss out of nowhere and does not
want to finish the deed? Still, I released Alison, and let
her move toward the center of the kitchen. No matter how
clouded my judgment was, I still realized that no meant _no_.
"You're getting married," Alison reminded me, and she was
right. My priority should be Scarlett right now, and no one
else. But Alison was so damn irresistible! "I want to kiss
you so much, Jeremy, do other things with you as well. But
you need to concentrate on Scarlett; get ready for the wedding
which starts in five hours. We all need to. This is her day."
Alison began buttoning up her blouse, concealing her bra and
those taut, B-cup breasts beneath. "Our day will come."
A moment passed, and my sensibilities and level head
drifted back to me.
"Then why did you just kiss me like that?"
"Because I couldn't help myself," Alison replied honestly.
"Probably the same feeling you had last night when you kissed
me?" Alison smiled softly, then took a step closer. "I've
wanted to kiss you like that since the day I first met you."
She actually closed the distance between us and placed her
hands on either of my forearms, and brought the side of her
face upon my chest. "I'm so attracted to you, it's crazy.
I have been SOOOOO jealous of Lindsay for so many years."
I had to gulp my throat twice before I even could get any
words out. "I'm attracted you as well, honey. Tr-trust me.
And I... I'm sorry... for walking away... last n-night."
"Don't be," Alison insisted, taking a step back and looking
up at me, her blue eyes vibrant and popping with color. "It
was probably best that you did. Just like it's best now that
we don't let things get too out of control." She gently
slapped at my shoulder and added, "Scarlett. Go get ready
for your wedding. Maybe we will have time to talk later?"
"I'd like that."
Alison, the forbidden fruit, moved in and kissed my neck
with precision. The tidal wave of pleasure that crashed into
me as a result was quite shocking, to say the least. I felt
that pleasure well into my fingertips, my toes, all over. I
had a full-blown erection and it was throbbing uncontrollably.
Indeed, what in the world was this girl doing to me?
"I wanted to kiss you, jump on you, right when we all got
home from the salon and lunch, a little while ago," Alison
gently murmured, the smile still evident upon her unblemished
face. "But I had to wait until the kids - especially Kaden
and Piper - were elsewhere in the house. No need having a
big spectacle in front of them involving their daddy and his
wife's sister. That's why no one said anything, or even
hinted at it. I guess we'll need to break our relationship
to the kids slowly, work in bits and pieces here and there.
That is what Kristanna suggested, at least."
Alison paused, but then smiled again. "I just want you
to know, Jeremy, that I like you a LOT." She giggled and
added, "And whenever you have the urge to kiss me in the
future, by all means... please don't hesitate."
"Trust me," I gulped. "I won't."
"Good!"
I looked deep into Alison's eyes, almost becoming lost in
them. "We're going to hell, you know this."
Alison laughed quietly. "We are not. We are consenting
adults. We can do whatever we want together."
"Consenting adults who are going to hell."
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